Grandpa's Ghost Watches Gay Grandson Jerk Off
The old house creaks and groans around him, shadows dancing on the peeling wallpaper as he sinks into the worn-out armchair. His heart races as he pulls his cock free from his pants, the cool air of the empty room contrasting with the heat of his desire. He strokes himself slowly, his eyes darting to the old photographs lining the mantel. He imagines his grandfather watching, the ghostly figure in the frame nodding approvingly as he picks up speed. The room fills with the scent of him, the sound of his hand moving quickly over his slick cock. He feels the pressure building, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears his release. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his hot seed spilling onto the threadbare carpet, a testament to his forbidden pleasure in his grandmother's silent, watching home.