Cinderella Muscle
by R Christopher Cooper
The day after Thanksgiving I received my packet for my cousin’s wedding. Nadine had always dreamed of having a Cinderella wedding and her rich daddy was going to provide the perfect wedding in the perfect place for his little girl. There was only one problem Nadine was almost as big around as she was tall. I love her to death but she was no catch and she was no dainty Cinderella.
The Fed Ex envelope contained my plane ticket, room reservations, and the entire itinerary of events that I was to help coordinate. My primary job was to greet the guests from our side of the family as they arrived and settle them in at the Floridian Hotel in Disney World. My secondary job was to help the bridegroom’s family greeter do his job. He just identified them and I did the rest.
The hotel staff had done it all before but not the way Uncle Jacob wanted it done. He wanted limo like service from the airport. (He ended up renting a small shuttle bus for a full day.) Champagne was offered to all adults (sparkling grape juice to all kids and teetotalers) during the ride to the hotel. The ride was a show all by itself. I had a speech and everything.
By the time all the guests had arrived I was ready to go home and skip the wedding. Fortunately for me only about half of the 250 guests flew in. Those that arrived by car were handled by the hotel.
So when the last person on my list was present and accounted for my job was done—or so I thought. I started getting questions. They thought I was the point man. I went to Uncle Jacob and he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. It amounted to a small fortune for me but Uncle Jacob had money to burn.
So the wedding went off without a hitch but that was because of the Disney staff not because of me. Her dress was—slimming—and he waddled like a penguin in the tails. What did it matter he was also very wealthy and he was a brain surgeon. I was sure they would live happily ever after. The bridesmaids dresses were appropriately hideous as most of them are—where do they get those things and why do they agree to wear them?
The reception was outstanding and champagne flowed all night. I have a weakness for good champagne and of course I overindulged. I remember dinner, dancing, the bouquet toss, and the garter being thrown but the rest of the night was a complete blur. I was confident that I didn’t make an ass of myself because when I drink too much bubbly I become very reserved (and I am told, very sexy—a virtual sexual magnet).
Somehow I was gone before the bride and groom left for the honeymoon and in the morning I found a case of champagne in my room. That case of bubbly on the dresser was the least of my worries. There was someone in my bed and someone in my shower.
I was not sharing a room so my immediate fear was that I had bedded someone from the family of the groom or worse yet someone’s kid from my family. Not knowing if the body in bed was male or female sent another jolt of fear through me. I dare not move.
My head pounded and my cotton mouth felt all the dryer. The moment or reckoning fast approached when I heard the shower go off.
“Chris, the shower is available,” a deep male voice announced from the bathroom door.
The body in the bed stirred. Was Chris male or female? My jaw dropped as he threw off the covers. He sat on the edge of the bed and I gawked at his very wide and very muscular back that tapered in a perfect V to his narrow waist. He stood and stretched his arms toward the ceiling and I had to blink my eyes several times to make sure I was really seeing twenty-something inch arms. He closed his eyes and yawned as he scratched his awesome pecs and washboard abs. His soft cock hung down eight to ten inches and rested on thighs that each looked bigger than his waist. He twisted away from me not even looking back at the bed.
“Chris is he awake yet,” the deep voice asked.
“Don’t know,” Chris answered while yawning.
The shower started and the deep voice said something I couldn’t hear. I stood and my cock was so hard it stood strait up against my abs. I crept to the door and peered into the bathroom. Chris, the guy from the bed was being held by a man so massive that Chris looked like a skinny teen in his arms. He was almost a head taller than Chris and his hair was blond. If Chris’ arms were in the twenty inch range then Mr. Deep-voice must have thirty inch arms.
“M-m-m-m-m-m-m! Good morning Roger,” Chris said softly as they hugged. He rubbed his face into Roger’s gigantic pecs.
“I see our host is… up,” Roger smiled as he checked out my cock in the mirror. My eyes shot to the mirror and I saw Roger looking back. Roger turned and extended his hand in a gesture that said come join us. His huge left arm was draped over Chris’ shoulders. Chris smiled.
“Were you guests at my cousin’s wedding?” I asked as I stood in the doorway.
Roger smiled and shook his head no. “We didn’t go to any wedding but we sure did have a honeymoon and fuck the night away,” he answered.
“I don’t remember… how I got here,” I stammered as Roger swept me against his massive body. I was just a couple inches shorter than him. I looked down at Chris and then up at Roger. “I don’t remember much about last night,” I admitted.
“We can refresh your memory,” Chris offered. “But we stink and we should shower first.”
“I’ll shave while you two shower,” Roger smiled. Chris stepped in. He took me in his arms the way he held Chris and looked into my eyes. “You remember nothing?” I shook my head no. “Are you sore?” he asked as he kneaded my ass.
“Feels crusty but not sore,” I answered.
“Good,” he said and then he kissed me. He ushered me to the large shower. I honestly felt lightheaded as I stepped under the water.
As I washed I wondered if I should question how all of this happened. How did I meet them? Where? When? Who saw me? This wasn’t my room at the Floridian so where was I? I was lost in thought letting the hot water pelt the back of my neck when I felt a powerful pair of hands begin to massage my traps.
“Roger,” I said with surprise. Roger had come back into the shower to rinse off. (I think he shaved more than his face.)
“Hangover?” he asked.
It wasn’t quite that bad but I nodded. He pressed a couple places with his thumbs and my sinuses began to drain relieving the slight headache. He kept me in the shower until Chris came back and said they finished cleaning the room. They helped dry me and we helped dry Roger. The room was darkened yet I could see that the sheets on both beds had been changed and the bed was turned down.
“Should I leave?” I asked although that was the last thing I wanted to do.
“Certainly not,” Chris laughed. “You are the main attraction,” he said as they sandwiched me between them.
“Maybe I’ll remember this time,” I said as I ran a hand over muscles on each body. “How did I get so lucky to get not one but two muscular hunks?”
They didn’t answer but rather they began a double seduction. Soon I was too occupied to care how, when, or where we met. It didn’t matter. I was being overwhelmed by the relentless attack from two fronts. (Or front and rear as the case may be.)
“I want you to fuck my ass,” Chris said as he turned and bent forward. I didn't have to be told twice. I positioned my rock hard cock at his waiting hole. I could see that it was slathered with lube but didn’t question how it got there. I assumed Roger did the honors. “Push it in now!” he demanded impatiently.
I eased it in to the hilt, and he gasped. I assumed I needed to give him time to adjust to the invasion, but Roger grabbed my hips and forced me to fuck. It felt so good I knew I couldn't hold out for very long. His ass felt so tight around my cock. I grabbed Chris’ hips and took control. I pulled out my prick so just the head was in his ass to gain some control over my orgasm. His ass was clamping and relaxing which didn’t help my condition yet I felt my cum subside. I started gently pushing in and out.
“Fuck me hard!” he demanded.
Chris wanted to play rough so why not give him what he wanted? I reached forward and grabbed his traps with one hand to really give it to him! His sweaty back rippled as he arched his spine, in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out in rapid succession. I wasn't going to be able to hold it for long. His ass felt so good.
“Yeah, that's it. Fuck me hard! “Harder!” I felt my dick starting to lose control. I thrust in and out a few more times, until finally I buried my dick in as deep as it would go, and let out huge load of cum into his hot ass. I slumped onto his back spent and limp and that was when I felt Roger insert his cock into me with one quick plunge. I yelled out more out of surprise than pain.
“Oh fuck that feels so good,” Roger moaned as he wrapped his massive arms around my chest and straitened me to a standing position.
Chris pulled off my dick and turned around. He grabbed his dick, which was as thick as a two inch pipe, and ran it across my abs. “Open him up for me Roger,” he said as he began to suck on my nipples.
“I’m gonna fuck you real slow just the way you like it,” Roger whispered in my ear. And with that he began to slowly stroke his cock hitting my prostate over and over causing wave after wave of pure delight.
“I need to feel your muscles,” I moaned.
My hands were already stroking his quads but I wanted more. I was physically lifted and tossed into bed. A second later his cock resumed the invasion. Missionary seemed to be his favorite position possibly because he could be worshipped. He began to stroke faster and I somehow knew that was a sign of impending orgasm. When I pulled at the back of his neck all I wanted was a kiss. He resisted and then he shoved his shaft as deep as it would go. Painful pleasure washed over his face and his entire physique flexed before his cum released in a torrent of delight. Sweat dripped off his hunky body as he kissed me over and over.
“Give it to him,” Chris whispered.
Roger closed his eyes and his body trembled all over as his cock expelled one final load of cum. He shoved so hard it felt like he was trying to crawl inside me. He mumbled something and then slowly relaxed into a crushing hug. I could feel his cock retreating as it deflated. He rolled to the side onto his back. He turned his head and kissed me.
When I turned back Chris was kneeling on the bed lifting my legs and aiming his thick cock at my ass. In one swift jab the head of his cock was in. He paused and looked like he might cum.
“Cum lubed is the best,” Chris croaked like he had just inhaled a huge hit on a joint.
“Let him in,” Roger coached from beside me. “Relax and let him in.” Roger moved and seconds later his balls were dangling in my face; his cock was hard again. Chris and Roger were kissing and I took advantage of the opportunity of the way Roger positioned himself. The instant I sucked one of Roger’s balls into my mouth Chris began to slide his cock into my cum filled ass. Roger vacated and Chris began to plunge in and out very slowly.
“Thanks man, I needed that,” Chris said. I didn’t know if he was speaking to me or to Roger.
As I accommodated the huge prick Chris picked up speed. To my knowledge I had never been fucked before Roger had his way with me and certainly not by anything the size of Chris’ equipment. It was slightly uncomfortable until Chris began to work his magic on my prostate. I felt my cock shoot cum but by then my entire body was in overload. Chris yelled out and deposited about a gallon of cum in me. My orgasm was so intense I thought I would explode.
“I’m gonna give it to you,” Chris grunted and then he had an aftershock that made me shoot more cum between us. Then everything went black and I guess I passed out.
The sun was going down when I awoke. I could hear Roger and Chris talking in the hot tub. There was a bath towel under my butt and it seemed to be soggy with cum. I stayed there in bed gathering my strength. When I sat up I couldn’t seem to balance. I stood and brought the messy towel with me. I stepped into the shower and as soon I began to wash I jumped out to look in the mirror.
“Holy shit!” I gasped. My body was unbelievably muscular. I was almost as huge as Roger. The two of them came running. With arms folded across their chests they smiled as they watched me flex. I was instantly hard. I walked up to the two giants smiling. They both reached out and felt my massive physique. “How,” I gasped. They both laughed and shoved me back in the shower to wash.
For the next six hours we had non-stop sex. I seemed to have a limitless supply of cum and I used every ounce of it on them. Finally, around eleven that night, I was so full of cum I had to shower. They promised to join me but they never did. I figured they were at it again. When I went to join them I found the room was empty.
It was either a practical joke or there was something seriously wrong. My clothes didn’t fit but I found a one of Roger’s shirts and a baggy swim suit he left behind. I grabbed my clothes and the Champagne. I caught a bus to the Floridian. I was surprised that I didn’t see anybody I knew on the way to my room. I posed in the mirror and still couldn’t believe that this was my body. Damn, they never did explain, I thought. I grinned and took a mirror self portrait with my camera phone.
I brushed my teeth before getting into bed for a well deserved sleep and that is when I felt it. I wiped my mouth and looked at my reflection. I stood before the bathroom mirror and saw the physique I arrive with. My shoulders slumped. I looked at the clock and it was just past midnight. Just like Cinderella, at midnight I reverted back to what I used to be.
A tear slowly ran down my cheek.
Continued in Prince Charming: Someday My Prince Will Cum