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Paris, the city of love and romance.
Nick has arranged the holiday as a special treat to Charlie, to celebrate three months since the night they met.
Charlie has never been to Paris and he’s so excited. What better place to spend a weekend full of Daddy’s lovely cum?
But first he needs to drain Daddy.
As soon as they get through the gate at the airport they find a little bathroom to lock themselves inside. It’s a bit small and their bodies already press up against each other for just trying to fit together on the tiny floor space. Not that Charlie minds feeling Daddy’s fat bulge press against his back.
Charlie bends over the toilet and pulls down his shorts to show Nick where his hole is already wet: he had lubed himself up generously in the airplane bathroom right before they got off, and he’s been wearing a huge plug since they left England, to keep himself stretched.
Daddy unzips his pants and his already large and hard cock springs forth, smacking down between Charlie’s ass cheeks. Then his pants drop and his big, heavy balls rub up against his ass.
“Ready to be bred?” Daddy says and grabs Charlie’s hips and starts teasing him by sliding his hard, hot cock back and forth between his cheeks.
“Hmm,” Charlie mumbles and bites his lip.
“Ready to be impregnated by your Daddy?”
“Hmm.” It’s a struggle to not just start begging Nick to fuck him. But Charlie loves the teasing so much! Fuck it though. “Use me. I’m your cumdump. Don’t let your balls ache. Use me to drain them. Fuck me. Pump me full.”
Nick pulls back his cock till it falls down from Charlie’s ass and brushes briefly against his inner thighs, pulls the plug free, and rubs the tip up and down Charlie’s wet, gaping hole to tease him.
“Daddy… Please… Just enter me,” Charlie mewls.
Nick chuckles. “Dirty… little… boy.” Finally he stops teasing and slowly pushes his massive, hot, throbbing cock into Charlie, stretching his needy hole wide around the fat shaft. “You really belong on Daddy’s cock,” Nick whispers as his cock slides deeper.
Charlie’s mouth hangs slightly open. He wants to mumble words of agreement, but having his insides reshuffled by this fat cock makes it a little hard. Instead Charlie focuses on his breathing, which grows heavier the deeper Daddy gets.
When the entire cock is sheathed snuggly inside Charlie, and his crotch and balls press against his rear, Nick pulls back his hips and rams back into Charlie so hard he bounces forward a little, allowing him to pull back again. When he thrusts into Charlie , he pulls his arms. The impact knocks the air out of him. Charlie’s moans become mixed with gasps till he learns to inhale right after he’s rammed forward. After that it becomes easier.
Each time Daddy slams into Charlie – each time his cock gives his hole a forceful kiss – is like a passionate declaration of love and lust. With every thrust, Nick’s words echo in Charlie’s mind.
I love you! You belong on my cock! I want to cum in you! Let’s breed a family!
Time loses meaning. There is only Charlie and Daddy.
All he wants is to milk Nick. His balls have been left without relief for so many hours, waiting in airports, on the plane. They must ache so much. He fucks Charlie so hard. He can feel him slowly building up to a great release. Soon he’ll get to pump all that lovely cum into Charlie – where it belongs.
When the intensity increases so much it starts to feel Nick might rip Charlie’s arms off, he knows he’s close. His heavy balls slap and bounce against Charlie’s thighs. His ass and insides are beaten so hard that he can’t help but to wonder if he’ll get bruised internally somehow.
“Cum in me, Daddy... Fill me. Fill me! Fill your little cumdump. Breed me. I need it. I…”
Nick rams his cock all the way in and shoots forth such a hard jet of cum into Charlie’s ass. With it Charlie feels his own orgasm building up. With each pulse of Nick’s cock pumping more cum into him, he is pushed closer to the edge. So much cum and no sign of him running dry. Charlie’s stomach grows heavier and larger. He cums untouched, which makes his hole clenche down on Daddy’s cock even tighter, milking him even harder.
They fix themselves up and sneak out of the bathroom.
After a while, they finally arrive at the hotel; a beautiful five star one with a great view of the Eiffel Tower. Charlie kinda zones out as Daddy talks to the receptionist. His mind wanders around dirty ideas on how to worship his cock and drain those wonderful, cream filled balls of his again once they’re in their room. Then he hears a few words that make him snap back to reality:
“Here’s the key to the wedding suite. Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mr. Nelson-Spring.”
Wedding suite? Mr. and Mr.? Charlie tries his best to look off to the side as if bored so as to hide the excitement building up inside himself. Daddy is gonna get the best blowjob for this. Lots of sloppy, passionate kisses all over his balls and cock. If he could, Charlie would get down on his knees and suck his cock right here in the lobby. Too bad he has to wait. But that gives him more time to think on how to get Daddy to pump all that delicious cum into him.
When they’re in the elevator, Charlie puts his hand on Nick’s crotch and starts to slowly and sexily rub his cock through his pants. It grows bigger and harder against his touch.
“Hungry already?” Daddy asks with a little, mischievous smile.
“Always hungry, Daddy. But it’s also my duty as your ‘husband’ to keep your balls drained. Don’t you agree? I mean, cum shouldn’t be left in your balls. It only makes them ache. Better just pump it all into me.”
“How hungry are you?” Nick asks as the elevator reaches their floor.
“Hmm. Very.”
Daddy suddenly picks Charlie up — eliciting a small excited squeal from him — and carries him bridal style to their room, where he fumbles with the keycard and kicks open the door, throwing Charlie on the bed once they’re inside. Charlie bites his lip. For the first time he doesn’t know if he wants to get fucked or fed. His stomach aches for cum, but being carried like he is Nick’s husband, about to have their marriage consummated, also makes his ass want another filling.
When they reach the bed Nick places Charlie down on his back with his head near the edge and then takes up position with his fat cock and balls dangling right above him. He bends his knees a little and lowers his massive ballsack down to smother Charlie’s face. The scent, the weight, the subtle churning of cum — it’s all so intoxicating. How is he supposed to not kiss those cum filled balls? How is he supposed to not slowly slide his tongue against them and feel how they ache for release?
It’s time to drain them. Charlie’s stomach aches to be filled at least as much as Nick’s balls ache to be empty.
Charlie crawls over and grabs a couple of pillows to place under his knees as he takes up position besides the bed. It takes a second for Daddy to realize what he’s doing, but by the time he’s comfortably down on the floor, Daddy has his legs on both sides of Charlie and his fat, hard, throbbing cock resting atop his head.
Nick’s scent fills Charlie’s nose. It’s so thick and masculine and sexy. Every thought vanishes from his head as if pushed out, just so his brain can instead be filled with the sensation of Nick’s cock and his cum. So naturally he inhales deep. Soon there’s nothing filling Charlie’s head but the desire to worship this godly cock and drain Daddy’s divine balls of all that delicious cum.
Charlie plants a light kiss on the bulging underside. Then another kiss. And another. Slowly he works his playful kisses up along the hot, twitching shaft till he reaches the tip, where a glob of tasty pre-cum has formed. Charlie licks it up but does not swallow. Instead he lets it coat his tongue as he starts passionately making out with Daddy’s cock.
To think most other couples would make out with their lips. Charlie could do that too, he supposes, and they do, sometimes. But why should he? Daddy’s cock is tastier. It twitches and throbs with raw delight and lust at the touch of his lips and tongue. The heat it radiates is the flame of unfiltered passion.
This is love. This is romance.
Charlie gently grasps the middle of the cock to hold the fat shaft in place as his mouth makes love with Daddy’s cock. His lips and tongue press against the head of Nick’s cock as he slobbers all over it.
When the throbbing grows more intense, he briefly removes his lips from the warm shaft and instead rubs his cheek against it as he looks up at Nick with big puppy eyes. “Wanna cum in my mouth, Daddy?”
“Wouldn’t wanna cum anywhere but in you, my beautiful boy,” Nick replies and gently caresses his cheek.
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The next day, Nick says he has a surprise for Charlie. They walk around the old town for an hour or so before reaching it.
Nick stops and turns towards what looks like a town hall of some kind. “Here we are.”
“Is this it?” The town hall sure doesn’t look like much. What’s so important about this place anyway? Does he want to see some historical thing? Surely the museums are better for that.
“It’s the registry office. Don’t you want to get married?” Daddy says with a playful undertone.
Charlie’s eyes widen. Is he really? Are they really?
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“I do! I do! I do!” Charlie keeps saying between the kisses he’s showering upon Nick’s cockhead.
They’re back in the hotel room, both naked and wearing nothing but their gold rings signifying their union. They’re married!
“You’re… Fuck…” Nick groans. “You’re the best boy a Daddy could ever ask for. Cute. Lovable. Willing to do anything for me. I love you so fucking much. And now you’re my husband. I love you, I love you. I love cumming inside your beautiful mouth.”
Charlie is about to speak when Nick proves his last words true by shooting forth a big, fat, sticky, hot load of fresh cream straight into his eager mouth. Somehow it tastes even better than before. Might just be the joy of being married to this wonderful cock sweetening it in Charlie’s mind. But he doesn’t care. Daddy is giving Charlie his precious love cream. As a treat to himself, Charlie swallows two dozen or so mouthfuls of the cum, before moving the cock up to shower and paint his face with a thick, creamy, white mask.
God, that delicious taste. That intense warmth. That slimy texture. The way it slides down his throat. The way it clings to his skin. Everything about Daddy’s cum is like a drug that just fills Charlie with joy. Every gulp sends a wave of pleasure through his body.
Married. Filled. Bred. What more could Charlie ask for? Nothing. This is the perfect life for him. Right here with Daddy. By his cock.
To kneel in front of him, his lips pressing against the tip of his massive cock, licking and kissing him till he pumps a yummy load of cum straight into Charlie’s mouth – there’s nothing better. Daddy’s massive cock always throbs with such delight at Charlie’s touch. Each twitch is like a confession of love. There’s no hiding the passion he feels for Charlie when his lips are on his cock. Not to mention making out with Daddy’s cock always ends in a creamy reward.
It feels so natural. The cum tastes so good. It’s so nourishing. Charlie thinks about his future with his Daddy, and all the beautiful years of lovemaking with Daddy’s cock still to enjoy, as they watch the sunset over the Parisian skyline, toasting to their beautiful marriage.