Martin (1976)

An older guy in his 50s or 60s sits on a couch in a modest living room, white beard full and neatly trimmed, short gray curls on his head. He’s got his pants down, stroking his dick slowly, looking right at the camera with a tired but focused expression. The lighting is natural, coming through curtains behind him — nothing flashy, just a normal room. Later, there’s a shift to dim indoor shots of a young guy with long, wavy brown hair, shirtless, staring into the lens like he’s reacting to what just happened. Then it cuts outside — three people walking on a street, two guys and a blonde girl, all in their 20s, past hedges and city buildings. The vibe is casual, almost like surveillance footage, no interaction between the scenes. Camera stays at medium to wide range most of the time, no close-up action beyond the handjob.