Grandman's weathered hands, once strong and capable, now tremor with age and anticipation as they unbuckle his trousers. His eyes, clouded with cataracts, seem to focus on a memory only he can see. He strokes his withered cock, the skin pulled taut over the veins, a grimace of pleasure contorting his features. His breathing grows ragged, his body tensing as he chases his release, his hand moving faster, more urgently. With a low, guttural moan, he finds his climax, his body shuddering as he spends himself, the evidence of his solitary pleasure staining his pants.