The cellar was dark and damp, the smell of earth and rancid sex clinging to the walls. The light bulb, hanging from a wire, swayed and cast golden reflections on the worn steps. Cocksucker went down first. Behind him, the rascal followed, ready to take care of him. Their breaths mingled before their lips. Cocksucker felt his partner's warmth radiate against his skin. He placed his palm on the bulge in his shorts, where his cock was already throbbing. A shiver ran up his arm.
