The CUMfort Inn Tales

The Student’s Tale
 by: Hankster

© 2015-2016 by the author

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Chapter Seven  

Craig Tobias had just finished fucking his brains out with his best friend and fuck buddy, Dave Nielson.  They were both lying back, and holding hands in a twin size bed in their dorm room at Tulane University. They were trying desperately to catch their breaths.

“That was fantastic,” Dave murmured.  “I’m totally done out.”

“Not me.  I need more,” Craig informed his buddy.

“I have no more to give,” Dave said.  He actually sounded frightened.

“Don’t worry.  You can just lie back and relax.  I’ll do all the work.”

Craig leaned over and took his buddy’s cock in his hand.  He fondled it for a bit, and then he took it into his mouth.  He sucked up and down the shaft slowly and sensuously.  At first Dave did not respond, but little by little, Craig could feel Dave’s cock fluffing up, and eventually it was hard,  Dave began to make little mewling sounds, and Craig concentrated harder on giving his friend as much pleasure as he could.  Finally, with one loud wail, and an upward thrust of his butt, Dave exploded into Craig’s mouth.  Craig swallowed it all, and then crept up to lie side by side with Dave once again.

When Dave got his breath back, he whispered, “I didn’t think I had another orgasm in me.  Thanks for all your talents, Craig, my brother.”

Then they both fell fast asleep.  When they woke up, Craig said, “Dave, I want to show you something.  I came across an ad in one of the gay travel magazines.  It’s for a resort in Ft Lauderdale.  I checked them out on the internet, and requested more information.   I received their brochure in the mail yesterday.  I’d like to book a week for spring break, and I’m hoping you’ll go with me.  Otherwise, I’ll have to share my room with a stranger.”  He got out of bed and went to his desk.

“Here it is,” he said, and he handed Dave the brochure.  Dave glanced at it.

“It looks really nice, but I don’t know if I can afford it.”

“My grandpa left me a small amount of money when he died two years ago,” Craig said.  “I’ll use that, and it’ll be my treat.”

“Oh, I couldn’t use your money,” Dave said.

“Why not?  He didn’t leave me enough to do anything spectacular with it, but it will buy us both a week’s stay at The CUMfort Inn, airfare, and expenses.  Up to now, whatever I thought to do with the money, would cost more than my inheritance.  If you come along, you’d be doing me a favor.”

“Okay, if you put it that way, we have a deal.”

“Wonderful, but there is one thing more I have to tell you,”

“Should I worry?” Dave asked.  He sounded concerned.

“No.  It concerns me, and has nothing to do with you.  The place is a gay resort.  You know how much I like to suck cock.  Well, I’m setting a goal of sucking no less than fifty different cocks during the week that we are there.  Yours doesn’t count, in case you were wondering, and no seconds.”

Dave broke out laughing.  “Even you can’t make that impossible goal.”

“Don’t underestimate me,” Craig grinned back.  “I’ve got a plan.”

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Here I am again, Darius Dimitri, proprietor of The CUMfort Inn.  I recently checked in two college boys.  They were as cute as the dickens, and just to make conversation, I asked them if they were a couple.

“Not exactly,” one of them answered me.  “We’re just good friends and fuck buddies.”

I had to admire his candor.  I smiled at them, handed the room keys to the bellhop, and sent them on their way, reminding them that they needed to wear shorts for the welcoming barbecue that evening.

Every bellhop we ever hired has offered his services to the guests upon check in, in the hope that they will make an extra buck or two.  They are generally the most successful with single, older guys.  The boy made his usual offer to Craig and Dave.  Craig started to laugh at the boy.  “I don’t pay for sex, but I’ll be glad to suck you off.”

The bellhop accepted the offer of course, and given his youth, he was out of there in ten minutes, but not before Craig gave him a $10 tip.  Dave was amazed.  Craig said his grandpa hadn’t left him very much, but he was being very generous.

“We haven’t even unpacked yet, and I scored number one,” Craig laughed.  He opened his suitcase, took out a ledger, and he made a little hash mark on the first page.  Dave just shook his head in disbelief.  He realized that Craig was serious about his impossible quest.

Dave dared to say.  “You can’t pay every guy whose cock you suck.  So what’s your plan?”

“I’ll seek out the most undesirable guests this week, and I’ll offer to give them blow jobs.  I don’t care what they look like.  Every cock, especially a hard one, is a desirable morsel of food to me.  If the guy is older and doesn’t get too hard, I’ll still give myself credit if I get his cock into my mouth.”

“Well, it sounds like a plan,” Dave laughed.

“Okay then.  Let’s go to the pool.  We can go naked there,” Craig said.

“If I get lucky, I’m going to take advantage of the opportunity myself,” Dave let Craig know.

“You have my blessings, but I must tell you, I have a back-up plan.” 

That having been said, Craig took a flier out of his suitcase, and he and Dave went to the pool.  They found two side by side lounge chairs, and stripped.  They left their shorts on the chairs, and Craig said, “I’ll be right back.  I want to hang this flier on the bulletin board over there.”

“What does it say?” Dave asked.  Craig handed him the flier and he read.  Free blow jobs in room 104, 24/7.   Write your room number, or cell phone number, on a piece of paper, and slip it under my door.  I’ll contact you for an appointment.

Dave shook his head sadly as Craig went to the bulletin board and posted his invitation.  When he got back to his chair, he started to scope out the people at the pool for possible contacts.  Most people had not yet arrived for the weekend and prospects were poor. 

There were two men standing at poolside talking to each other.  Craig reckoned that they were in their late fifties.  They were on the portly side, and neither was well hung.  In Craig’s mind, they filled the profile of his prey.  He went over to them, introduced himself, and made his proposition, while Dave watched the whole scene.  The two men nodded, and followed Craig to his room.

Craig returned to join Dave in about twenty-five minutes.  The two tricks were nowhere to be seen.

“We’re up to four,” Craig said, “and we haven’t been here an hour.”

“How do you figure four?” Dave asked.  “I count three.”

Craig laughed.  “We met some guy in the hallway going to the pool.  I introduced myself, and invited him to join us.  He was delighted.”

“My God, you are a devil,” Dave laughed sardonically.

By Tuesday night, with only two full days remaining at the resort, Craig had sucked forty-two different cocks.  He was aware that some guys had come back for seconds.  He pretended not to notice, but he didn’t award them a second hash mark in his journal.  He had exhausted just about every guest who was interested, so he decided to hunt outside of The CUMfort Inn.

On Wednesday morning after a quick snack at poolsde, Craig called for a cab.

“Where are you going?” Dave asked him.

“According to the gay guide book, there’s a gay nude beach not far from here.  I’m short eight cocks, and I figure that’s a likely place to go.”

“You go ahead,” Dave said.  “I’d rather hang out here with Johnjohn.”

I should inform you that on their first night at the inn, Dave and Craig attended the get-to-know you barbecue.  Dave met a young man there who was just his age, but who looked like a teenager.  Because of his baby face, everybody called him Johnjohn.  Officially he was John Langley.

John and Dave literally bumped into each other at the welcoming party.  As they both apologized, they recognized a New Orleans accent coming out of each of their mouths.  The pair went off into a corner, and a miracle happened that night.  Dave and John slept in a queen size bed with Craig.  The two made love all night, and excluded Craig entirely.  John wouldn’t even allow Craig to give him a blow job. Craig didn’t mind.  Lying next to them, he was busy giving a blow job to some guy he had taken back to the room with him.  

He had also made appointments with a couple of dozen guys for all day Saturday and Sunday.  On the other hand, Dave and John attributed their chance meeting to providence, and spent every moment together that they could.  They had different flights back to New Orleans, which landed thirty minutes apart.  Dave swore he would be at John’s gate to greet him.  The reputation of The CUMfort Inn, for being a “match making” environment, remained intact.  Unfortunately, Craig was so busy sucking cocks, he failed to fall under its magic spell.  He was obsessed with achieving his goal of fifty.

As soon as Craig entered the nude beach, he noticed three things.  It was mid-morning on a work day, and most of the men on the beach seemed to be older retired guys.  At the rear end of the beach, some of the bathers had pitched small tent cabanas.  He also noticed a telephone pole just inside the entrance to the beach.  He was prepared for this.

From a good-sized beach bag, he took out the flier he had posted at The CUMfort Inn, which he had modified, and he pinned it to the pole.  It now read

Free blow jobs in room 104, 24/7, at The CUMfort Inn, 350 South Ocean Drive.   Call my cell phone number, 504-770-1234, and leave a number where you can be reached.   I’ll contact you for an appointment.

Then he walked down to about ten feet of the ocean, pulled a towel out of his bag, and laid it on the sand.  All he had on was a bathing suit and a T shirt.  He removed the shirt, bathing suit, and his sandals, and sat down seeking his prey. He was rewarded rather quickly.  A man in his late sixties was just coming out of a cabana and was headed toward the ocean.  Craig followed him into the water.

“Hey handsome,” Craig called as the water level reached their knees.  “Are you looking for some action?”  The man examined Craig thoroughly.  He was young and handsome, and the man quickly concluded that he was a prostitute.

“For your information young man, I’m always looking for action, but I don’t pay for sex.”

Craig started to laugh, and he decided to be candid with this man.  He liked him a lot, so he explained his quest, and the man started to laugh.

“I can make a couple of phone calls and round up two or three more guys for you, if that’s all right.”

“Perfect,” Craig said. “Can we use the cabana you just came out of?”

“Sure thing,” the stranger said, “but let me make a few calls first, and call me Stan.”

Craig gave number forty-three a first rate blow job.  He performed slowly and sensuously, and because of his age, the man took a long time to cum, but when he did, he screamed so loudly, and spurted so much cum into Craig’s mouth, that the youth was frankly surprised.

They got themselves together, and when they left the cabana three of Stan’s friends were waiting outside.  In less than an hour Craig believed he would be chalking up number forty-seven.  He was not disappointed, but his jaw was sore at the end.  These men did not cum quickly.

Afterwards they sat around chatting, and Stan offered everyone a beer.  Craig declined and went back to sit on his towel.  He was as pleased as punch.  He only needed three more conquests, and he had all this afternoon and all day tomorrow.

Secure in the knowledge that he was going to make his goal, he laid down on his towel and started to doze.  Suddenly he felt someone shaking his shoulder.  A thick southern accent asked him if he would like some action.

“What did you have in mind?” Craig asked groggily.

“I’d like to give you a blow job.  You don’t have to reciprocate.”

Craig doubled over with laughter, and took a good look at the guy with the question.  He was a young man, and Craig pegged him as a fellow student on spring break.  “What kind of action did you have in mind?” Craig asked trying to sound innocent.

“A blow job, and you don’t have to reciprocate.”  Craig laughed harder than before.  Now the young man was getting angry.

“What the fuck is so funny?” he asked.

Craig calmed down, and motioned for the young man to sit beside him.  When he was seated, Craig stuck out his hand.  “I’m Craig,” he said with a very big smile that did indeed relax the other man.

“I’m Dustin,” he said, and took Craig’s hand.

“What’s your goal for the week?” Craig asked.  Now it was Dustin’s time to laugh.

“You figured me out?  Twenty-five, what’s yours.

“Fifty and I only need three more.”

“I only need two more,” Dustin smiled.  “If we do each other we’ll have one less to go.”

Dustin’s smile was so disarming that Craig said without hesitation, “I’d like that.  I’d like that a lot.  Do you have a place we can go to?”

“I’m staying at a rundown hotel just three streets from here, but I’m sharing with three other guys.”

“Then come back with me to The CUMfort Inn.  I have a roommate, but he won’t give a fuck.  I had to share the bed with him and his boyfriend the other night, and it was just like I didn’t exist.”

“I like your roommate already,” Dustin laughed, and off they went to find a cab.

When Craig and Dustin entered the room, Craig was glad to see that Dave wasn’t there.  He’s probably fucking Johnjohn, he thought.  Up until now, Craig’s trade had dropped their shorts, and Craig had gone straight to work.  This time, he and Dustin just stood still for a minute, smiling at each other.  They were both uncut and average size.  They fell into each other’s arms, and began to kiss passionately.  Each wondered what the hell had come over them.  The love potion of The CUMfort Inn was working its magic.

They fell on the queen size bed, and began a sensuous, very slow, game of sixty-nine.  Neither wanted it to end.  For one brief moment Craig thought that he only had two tricks to go.  He erased the thought thoroughly, when he realized he didn’t care.  All he wanted was to be with Dustin.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that Dustin was squirming and groaning.  Suddenly he shot his load down Craig’s throat.  Then Craig did something he had never done before.  He started to cry.  Without having reached his own climax, he twisted around and started to kiss Dustin, sharing his cum with him.  It was then that he realized that Dustin was crying also. 

Craig had no idea what was happening to him.  To lighten the mood, he said, “Well, Dustin, you only have one more to go.”

“This one doesn’t count until I get you off,” Dustin said.  He leaned over, took Craig into him, and brought him to a glorious climax.  Afterward they lay wrapped up in each other’s arms, and Dustin whispered in Craig’s ear, “I don’t care if I never reach my goal.  I just want to be with you.”

“I feel the same way,” Craig whispered back.  “Let’s talk about this.  Let’s figure out what’s happening here.”

“Nothing to figure out,” Dustin said.  Then faltering a lot he added.  “I’ve fallen in love with you.”  The words were difficult for him to say.

“I think I love you too,” Craig whispered back, as if he didn’t know for sure.

For the next hour or so, they filled each other in on their lives.  Dustin was a senior at Emory University in Atlanta, and Craig was a senior at Tulane in New Orleans.  Dustin was graduating with a degree in pharmacy, and Craig was getting his degree in finance.  They vowed to get together whenever possible, and after graduation in just a few weeks, they promised to seek employment in the same city so that they could be together forever.

During the time they were pledging themselves to each other, they both recovered, and Craig asked Dustin if he would like to fuck him.

Of course he did. 

Dave and Johnjohn watched the unhappy pair saying goodbye to each other on Friday in the lobby of The CUMfort Inn.  Dave and John were holding hands, secure in the knowledge that they would be together again in New Orleans in a few short hours.  They didn’t envy Craig and Dustin being separated, even though it was only temporarily.

I watched the two young couples with a tear in my eye.  The magic of The Inn had done its work once again.  Just then, my partner, Jake, came into the lobby.  He saw my tears, and wiped them away with a tissue.

“You’re a hopeless romantic,” he said, “and I hope you never change.” 

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Posted: 02/19/16