Prince Charming -- Someday My Prince Will Cum
by R Christopher Cooper
Continued from Cinderella Muscle
After that night I couldn’t stay at the Floridian. I moved over to the Wilderness Lodge. They had a great gym and it was more my style. I had enough of Cinderella and the wedding. I planned to spend some time in the adult parks like EPCOT or the Animal Kingdom.
So there I was... just minding my own business at the concession stand waiting for my hand dipped ice cream cone. I knew I was being bad and it probably showed on my face.
I work hard investing money to make money and when I play I play hard. I sit all day but I have the discipline to go to the gym six days a week. I eat right and take plenty of vitamins and supplements but when it comes to ice cream and handsome men I have no will power. When those handsome men are also muscular, I am putty in their hands.
Case in point—even drunk I followed those two muscular guys to their place. Cinderella had Fairy Godmothers and so maybe they were my Fairy Godfathers. I sure had fun at the ball. I knew how Cinderella felt at midnight.
As I turned from the window and took my first long delicious lick, he turned his head and looked back at me. That look is still frozen in my memory and I think it will be there forever.
I don’t know how long I stood there but cold drips of melting ice cream running down my fingers brought me back to reality. At that moment I was ready to give up my ice cream (an equivalent of torching a hundred dollar bill to light a candle) and run after him, however he was gone.
He could have been in any one of a dozen shops, melted into the crowd, or simply walked out of sight. This zoo was like a jungle and the wildlife was down paths off the main thoroughfare. (Habitats or something like that.) You had to find and discover the animals.
FOOL! I thought as the memory of his face played like a movie. Was he with someone? Was he tall, short, muscular, skinny…? All I could see was his face. Was he with a woman? Kids? Did he wear a ring? I was weak in the knees. I sat on the bench thinking—forcing my brain to search for another memory, but there was only one snapshot—that of his face.
As I crunched on the cone my lust took over and I sprung into action. I washed my hands in the nearest restroom and then began my search in earnest. I was on the hunt in the jungle to satisfy my curiosity—and hopefully my lust. Should he be with a woman I would nod and walk away always to remember that look, that face.
For the next two hours I wandered searching eating areas, paths, lines for rides, gift shops, and yes even the kiddy land but there was no sign of him. In the end I found a bench outside the only exit so I could search faces as the zoo closed. When the crowd thinned to a trickle I had a sickening thought—what if he worked at the zoo and used an employee exit? What if he left before I started watching the gate?
Dejected, I went back to the hotel.
The Wilderness Lodge was similar to the Old Faithful Inn in Yellowstone National Park and it was one of my favorite places to stay. It had the grandeur of a national monument and the elegance of a five star hotel. In my mind it was first class all the way. (Except for the way they yelled your name if you had a reservation at the restaurant in the lobby. I never ate there.)
It was too early for supper so I decided to go to the health club and work out some of my frustrations. I dressed very conservatively and once I was warmed up I was so focused on my routine everyone and everything melted into background noise.
The workout was brief but intense; I was on vacation after all! I had to make a pit stop and planned to shower in my room. It was an excellent facility but it was greatly underused.
I was about to leave when I caught the reflection of a hunk in the mirror. I couldn’t see his face but my mind somehow equated the reflection with the face from the zoological park. I had to find out. I don’t make it my habit to approach naked guys—they usually flock to me but I wanted… that guy from the zoo. I had to find out if it was him. I had to think fast.
I went to the row he was on and began opening lockers. I muttered to myself “It has to be here somewhere.”
“Loose something?” he asked. I didn’t look his way but his voice was mellow and sexy.
“I brought a towel and some soap from the room…” I said as I opened more lockers. “I guess somebody needed it. I’ll just shower in my room.” I said as I looked up at him.
He had already pulled on underwear and was pulling up his kaki shorts. He pointed at me as if he finally recognized me.
“Ice cream,” he smiled. “You shouldn’t eat ice cream,” he chuckled.
I was speechless. It was him and he had the kind of body that turned my knees to putty.
“Ice cream is one vice I could never give up,” I managed to say. He pulled on a shirt and stepped into sandals. He stuffed everything into a nylon bag.
“Do you have any other vices,” he chuckled. “I expect you don’t.”
Maybe a few, I thought about the lust I felt in the park. “I gotta go,” I said as I wiped my face with my shirt.
“Right behind you,” he said and we walked out together. “This was my last day here. I would stay longer but the hotel is booked solid. “I might get something outside the park…”
“That would be a let down,” I said not wanting to be too blatant. “I had to stay in one overnight once when my reservation here got messed up and it was so generic I could have been anywhere in the world.”
“By the way my name is Steve Parker,” he said as we stood by the elevator.
“Chris Connors, have you had dinner yet?” I asked. He shook his head from side to side and smiled lustfully. “We could talk while we eat. Come up to the room for a drink while I shower and change?” I invited. I was sure he would say no.
“Are you here alone?” he asked.
“This is my escape from reality,” I laughed as we I inserted the room key.
“Is this your room? Did you loose something?” He asked as we entered the room.
I pointed to the bar. “Help yourself. I don’t think so. I’ll grab a quick shower,” I answered his question.
I was all soaped up when he stepped in behind me. He reached around me and stroked my cock.
“I couldn’t find anything to drink out there. Oh here it is,” he said as fondled my hardening dick. “You brought it in here. When it gets hard could I drink some hot seed?” I turned to face Steve.
“I looked for you… in the park,” I smiled. “Where did you go?”
“I had to make an emergency pit stop and then I looked for you but you were gone,” he whispered.
“We must have been 180 degrees out of phase,” I said.
“Looking for each other,” he finished my thought
My hands circled his chest. His hand brought our cocks together.
“I found something in the hall outside your room. I was going to turn it in but there was a long line at the desk. Is this yours?” he slipped my grandfather’s ring on my finger. “It fits!”
“It isn’t worth much,” I said looking at the ring. “It isn’t a diamond, just glass but it was his.” I said looking up at Steve.
“There are no coincidences. This was meant to be,” Steve said as he held my face. “Did you want me as much as I wanted you?”
“I did consider tossing my ice cream to run after you,” I admitted.
“You like ice cream and I like hot cream,” he said softly as an impish grin crossed his face. I laughed hard breaking the intimacy. He stepped back unsure of what was happening. I rinsed any remaining soap off my body and turned off the water.
“I do have other vices,” I said as I pulled him close and kissed him hard and long.
“What about dinner,” he asked as we dried. I looked at him with total disbelief. He burst out laughing.
“You are dinner!” I teased. “I have reservations for eight.” I admitted as I pulled him against me. “That gives us a little more than an hour.”
He looked into my eyes and said, “It shouldn’t take that long… I was ready to cum when you kissed me.”
“A quickie, another shower, supper, and then a night of fun, perhaps,” I asked.
“Perfect,” he said as we dried our bodies and started to seduce each other.
“There are no coincidences you say?” I asked softly before our lips met in the most passionate kiss I ever experienced.
They say that a man’s home is his castle but at dinner I found out that Steve really did own a Castle in Scotland. It was a family owned property that was a B&B. I had to smile. Steve really was a prince—my Price Charming. On the way back up to the room I thought I glimpsed the two huge guys I spent the night with getting into the elevator. I ran but the doors closed before I got there.
“In a hurry to get upstairs,” Steve laughed.
“Thought I saw somebody I knew,” I smiled.
That night I had a wonderful dream involving the Fairy Godfathers. After that both Steve and I made great gains in the gym. Maybe it was because I finally found the right workout partner but then again maybe it was because of those two special guys that gave me that glimpse of the way it could be.
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