The soft, worn leather of his belt creaks as he tugs at the waistband of his tight, dark denim jeans, his cock straining against the fabric. The room is filled with the scent of sweat and musk, the sound of his ragged breath and the soft, wet sounds of his hand working his cock through the jeans. His fingers trace the outline of his shaft, the head of his cock, feeling the heat and the dampness seeping through the fabric. The friction is exquisite, his cock leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, the denim darkening in spots. With a final, guttural moan, he comes, his cock pulsing, filling his jeans with hot, sticky cum, the scent of sex heavy in the air.