He and James were looking down at me with warm, possessive smiles. I looked shyly up at them, kneeling at their feet with my face coated in c*m. I could feel myself grinning bashfully again, the same giddy happiness welling up inside me.
"That," said James fondly, stroking my hair, "is the face of a boy who's just discovered that he loves cock."
I giggled. James' c**k, already hard again, was a foot from my face, so I leaned forward and gave it a big, wet kiss. James chuckled.
"You're learning your place very quickly," he said. "I think you're going to fit in very well here."
"Why?" I asked, wide-eyed. "What ... if I stayed here, what would my place be?"
James and Sam exchanged a smirk.
"Tell you what, Aston," said James. "Why don't you go into the bathroom, clean yourself up, and th
