Date: Fri, 13 May 2016 01:39:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: The CUMfort Inn Tales, Tale 8

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			   The CUMfort Inn Tales

			   The Con Artist's Tale


Chapter Eight

Tom Briggs held the little old lady's hands as if to reassure her that she
was in good hands.  Of course, Lucy Wilson knew the handsome young man as
Bradley Somers.  Tommy kissed the back of Lucy's hand.

"You won't be sorry," he said.  "Your present brokerage account is earning
less than 1% a year.  As soon as you transfer your entire portfolio to me,
I guarantee you a return of at least 6% a year."

"That sounds wonderful," Lucy cooed.  She was entirely enchanted by Tom's
smooth tongue, and stunning good looks.

Tom removed a business card from his wallet.  "All you have to do is
instruct your broker to liquidate your entire portfolio, and transfer the
cash to my firm.  Here's the name and address.  As soon as I receive the
proceeds, I'll reinvest them, but I'll need your power of attorney."

He removed some papers from his attaché case, and indicated where Lucy
should sign.  He handed her a pen, and guided her hand to the places he had
highlighted in yellow.

When she had signed, and/or, initialed where he indicated, she returned his
pen.  Tom placed the pen and the papers carefully back in his case.  "Now
that our transaction is concluded, will you give me the pleasure of your
company at lunch?" he asked.

"Oh," she cooed, "I'd love to, but all this business has left me exhausted.
I really must take my nap, but thank you for your lovely invitation."  She
held out her hand for Tommy to shake, but he bent down and kissed the back
of her hand.  Lucy giggled.

Two days later, Tom received a call from Lucy.  "Bradley," she whispered as
if she had a deep secret to share with him, "my entire portfolio has been
liquidated, and the proceeds are being electronically transferred to the
account you set up for me with your firm.  How soon will it be, before you
make the changes?"

"It will all be done before the stock market closes on Friday.  You just
don't worry your pretty little head, and wait for the dividend and interest
checks to start rolling in."

Every stock and bond that Lucy owned was liquidated.  That afternoon, the
proceeds were transferred into a phony brokerage account.  Tommy took a
picture of the account, and faxed it to Lucy's lawyer.  Two days later, he
liquidated the account using Lucy's power of attorney.  He put the funds
into an account in the name of John West at a local bank, and two days
later, he withdrew every last bit in cash.

When he was satisfied that the audit trail was confused enough, he
deposited the money in a dozen different banks in a dozen different
accounts all in his own name.

"Now," he thought.  "It's time to get out of town."  He left New York in a
non-flashy car, and headed it to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida.  He had visited
there when he was on spring break, as a senior in college.  He fell in love
with the city, and he decided that if he was going to lie low, that would
be an ideal place to hide out.

Tom was straight.  He thought that nobody would think to look for him in a
gay resort.  He did a little research on the internet, and booked a room at
The CUMfort Inn for a four week stay.  He believed that it would be safe to
move around after that.

The reservation clerk asked him if he would like to be matched in a double
room with a compatible person.  Tom accepted immediately.  He believed that
sharing a room with a stranger would further cloud his trail.

                                                                            **********

Hi, I'm back. It's Darius, owner of the CUMfort Inn.  Nobody had ever
booked a room with me for more than two weeks, since my partner, Jake
Harrison, had booked the entire winter.  I was really impatient to see who
my honored guest would be.  I had matched Tom with someone named Luke
Goodson, and I hoped they would be suitable roommates, but it was only for
one week.  The three later weeks would have to wait until I could research
the reservation list.

Thomas Briggs arrived first.  He was so handsome, my jaw dropped open.  If
I weren't happily partnered, I would have cruised him myself.  He had
indicated on his registration request that he was thirty-six.  He disclosed
that he had no job or business, because he lived off trust funds he had
inherited from all four of his grandparents.  He intended paying cash up
front for all four weeks, so The Inn was not concerned about accepting his
credit card.  The guy was loaded.  I was dying to see what his other
attributes were, and I knew I would, when he went to the pool naked.  I
explained our clothing optional policy, and informed him about the
welcoming party, where he had to wear something, no matter how skimpy.

He had a lot of luggage, of course.  The bellboy helped him bring it in,
and he delivered it to his room.  The present bellboy, Randy, offered
Mr. Briggs sexual favors, just as Jerry had when we first opened up.  Jerry
was now my general manager.  He was very capable, and we promoted him to
give Jake and me more time to mingle with the guests, and take it easy in
our maturity.

Tom was straight, and Randy's proposal turned his stomach, but he smiled at
Randy, and said, "No thanks, but here's an extra big tip for being so
flattering."  Randy smiled to himself.  He didn't care what his trade
looked like.  He sucked cock for money, not for love or even lust.  Tom
erroneously thought that Randy came on to him because he was so good
looking.

Not fifteen minutes after I checked Tom in, his roommate arrived.  Now I
could tell if I had made a good choice.  According to the registration
form, Luke Goodson was forty years old.  He was every bit as good looking
as his roommate, and he owned a very successful import/export business.
His main office was in Norfolk, VA.

When Randy brought him into the room with his luggage, Tom was still trying
to put all his clothes comfortably in the closet.

"You've got an awful lot of stuff for a week," Luke could not help remark.

"I'm staying for four weeks," Tom answered curtly.  He stuck out his hand.
"I'm Tom Briggs," he said.

"I'm Luke Goodson," Luke said, and he shook Tom's hand.  Luke held Tom's
hand much longer than propriety would dictate, and Tom shuddered.  He had
no experience, of course, but he couldn't help wondering if Luke was coming
on to him.  He had to figure out a way to tell Luke, and every other guest
at The Inn, that he wasn't interested.

"Tell you what," Luke said.  "I don't have much stuff with me.  I'll live
out of my suitcase, and you can use the entire closet."

 "How come so little?" Tom asked innocently.

"Hey man, this place is clothing optional, and I intend to take advantage
of that policy."

"What if you want to go out on the town during the evening?" Tom asked.

"Buddy, I intend on spending every minute that I am here in this resort,
fucking my brains out.  Don't you?"

Tom shuddered.  For the first time he wondered what he had let himself in
for, and questioned his decision to hide out in a gay resort.

"I'm stripping and heading for the pool," Luke said. "We have plenty of
time before the party tonight.  Wanna join me?"

"Sure," Tom said.  He figured he should join in the fun before anybody got
suspicious about his "odd" behavior.  He thought that when in Rome, he'd
better act like a Roman.

Luke stripped in a nano second, but Tom hesitated.  "C'mon man, put a
nickel in it.  If you want to check me out do it now, and get it over with.
We'll see plenty of each other naked during the week."

Tom shuddered, and began reluctantly to strip to his skin.  At the same
time, he did check Luke out.  He saw a hefty, four inch (flaccid) uncut
cock.  As soon as he was naked, he said, "You might as well check me out
too.  He decided it would be wise to act gay.

Luke did, in fact, check Tom out. He was treated to a five inch (flaccid)
quite thick, circumcised cock.

"Yummy," Luke said, and Tom shivered.

"Let's get to the pool," Luke said, before all the good ones get gobbled
up."

He took a couple of towels from the bathroom, grabbed Tom's hand, and ran
to the pool with Tom in tow.  Tom didn't know what to do, so he let Luke
hold his hand and lead the way.

They found adjoining lounge chairs, threw their towels on them, and sat
down.  They were nearly alone at the pool.  Most of the guests would be
arriving over the next two or three hours, and would probably go directly
to the get-to-know-you party.

They began to make small talk, and when Luke told Tom what his business
was, Tom's mind went to work.  He casually remarked that he had inherited
plenty of money, and he didn't have to work.  He spent full time managing
and investing his holdings.

"I've been so successful," he said, "that many of my friends have asked me
to manage their money.  I'm up to twelve accounts, and I'm thinking of
starting an investment management firm."

Luke's eyes lit up, and Tom knew exactly what he was thinking.  Just then,
a young man, no older than twenty-five was approaching their lounge chairs.
His cock began to rise when he saw the attributes of the two very handsome
men sitting there.  Unfortunately, the man was just short of being obese.
When Luke saw the man approaching them, he grabbed Tom's hand.  When the
fat man propositioned them, Luke said, "We're flattered, but no thanks.
We're together."  The young man smiled at them, and left.

"I thought you were looking for action," Tom said.

"I am, but I can afford to be choosy.  You're kind of what I'm looking
for."


Now Tom was really at a loss for words.  He just smiled at Luke, and turned
away.  If he had pants on, he would have shit in them.  He seriously
considered checking out of The Inn, but he had paid for four weeks in
advance.  Maybe he could pretend to have some fatal illness, which
prevented him for having sex, and he had come here to spend his final days.
He filed that away as a last resort, and dozed off.  Luke dozed off also.

That night at the party, Luke scored with a handsome young man who was half
his age.  He whispered in Tom's ear.  "We'll be fucking in my bed.  Do you
want in on the action, or do you just want to watch?"


"How about I just hang out here at the bar until you're finished?"

"Suit yourself, but this kid is hot."

Tom did not enter their room until almost three hours after Luke went in
with the young man.  He was hit on several times at the party, but he just
smiled and said, "No thanks."  The guys thought that he was being snotty
because of his good looks, and he suddenly became unpopular, which is just
what he wanted.

When Tom returned, Luke was alone in their room, and Tom relaxed.  Luke was
snoozing, and lying on top of the cover.  He was on his back, and had a
woodie the size of a kid's baseball bat.  Tom stared at him, and realized
that he himself was starting to erect.

Luke stirred, and Tom asked, "Where's your boy toy."

"The little snot is so young and inexperienced, he came the second I
touched him, and he ran off.  As he left, he told me that I was too old for
him."

"Go to sleep," Tom advised.  "You'll do better tomorrow." Tom dropped his
cargo shorts and climbed naked into bed.  He climbed under the covers, and
he and Luke fell asleep immediately.  Tom hadn't even turned the lights
off.

In the middle of the night, Luke woke to use the bathroom.  After peeing he
returned to their room.  Tom had thrown off the covers, and was sleeping
peacefully on his side.  Luke could not help but to gaze at him with lust.
As he stood admiring his roommate, Tom turned on his back.  His erect cock
was at least eight inches and pointing up to Tom's nipples.  Luke was
transfixed.  All he could do was stare.  He wanted so much for that beauty
to fuck him that it hurt.

As he stared, Tom rolled back on his side.  Luke believed that Tom was gay,
so he decided to try to seduce his reluctant new friend.  He turned off the
lights in the room, and climbed into Tom's bed.  He nested against Tom, and
hunkered up to him.  Luke's erect cock nested comfortably in Tom's crack.
He reached around and laid his palm gently on Tom's stiff rod.  He ran his
fingers in feather like strokes up and down Tom's cock, as he started to
dry hump his ass.  He felt an orgasm building in him, and he stopped
humping, but he continued to stroke Tom's cock.

By this time, Tom was completely awake.  He was in a panic, and didn't know
what to do.  Finally, he got himself together.  He had to admit that
whatever Luke was doing, was making him feel really good, but in spite of
how he felt, he said, "Please Luke, don't do that."

Luke was not to be put off.  "Why not?" he asked.  "Doesn't it feel good?"

"Yeah, it does," Tom admitted, "but I really don't want to have sex with
you.  It's not that you aren't attractive, but I just don't feel like it."

"How about we just jerk each other off?" Luke asked.  "I'm so fucking horny
right now."

Tom had to admit that he was pretty horny himself.  He figured what the
hell.  Nobody was ever going to find out, and he didn't have friends
anyway.  He rolled on his back to give Luke better access.  He still
hesitated about touching Luke.

Luke was stroking Tom gently, and Tom was making no move to reciprocate, so
Luke laid his free hand on Tom's.  He moved Tom's hand until it was lying
on his cock.  Tom was forced to begin to stroke Luke's cock.  Once he got
started, it wasn't bad at all.

Luke was an experienced jerk off artist.  He knew when Tom was beginning to
cum, and he stroked harder.  As Tom's passion grew, he began to stroke Luke
just as hard, and the two men came simultaneously, both of them yelling,
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," together.

"That was awesome," Luke said, and he leaned over in an attempt to kiss
Tom, but Tom turned away.

"I don't get you," Luke said.  "You book a gay resort for a four week stay,
and you don't even want to have sex.  What gives with you?"

"I don't know.  I'm gay and I want male companionship," Tom lied, "but I
guess I'm just not that much into sex."

"Well, we need to shower.  We're both full of cum.  Let's shower together,
and we'll talk about this in the morning."

"I prefer to shower alone," Tom said, but he said it softly, in a
conciliatory manner, so that Luke would not be offended.  "I'll go first."

When Luke finished his shower, Tom was fast asleep again.  Tom always slept
well after an orgasm.  Luke shut the lights, and climbed into bed with Tom,
who was totally unaware of it.  Once again. Luke hunkered up to Tom, and
wrapped his arm chastely around his bed partner.

They were lying in this position when Tom woke up.  Luke was still asleep,
and snoring lightly.  Tom didn't have the heart to wake him so he lay
perfectly still.  He admitted to himself that it really felt good to sleep
with someone all night.  His experience with women was the old routine of
slam, bam, thank you, ma'am.  He pulled Luke's arm further around him, and
fell asleep.  He didn't waken until he felt Luke's prick probing at his ass
hole.  He experienced two emotions simultaneously; lust and fear.

Lying there, not moving so as not to awaken Luke, Tom had plenty of time to
think.  He realized that if he didn't fit in, he would be in danger of
blowing his cover.  He was perpetually horny, and he knew that he couldn't
go a month without sex.  He didn't dare go outside of The Inn's grounds, so
he decided to give in.  It might be fun, and nobody would ever know besides
him.  Luke wanted to have full blown sex with him, and Luke would be gone
at the end of the week.  He decided to let Luke "break him in," and his
roommate next week would be easier to handle.

He pushed his body back, and could feel Luke's cock against his rear bubbly
ass.  He was amazed to find that he liked the feel of it.  Suddenly Luke
whispered, "Before we go to breakfast, I want desperately to suck your
cock."

No man, straight or gay, can turn down a blow job.  "Sure," Tom said.  He
was about to say, and then I'll give you one.  He stopped himself abruptly,
and wondered why or how he could even think that way.

Now, Tom had had many blow jobs in his life, but never anything like this.
Luke gave him a trip around the world that seemed to go on forever.  He
carefully avoided kissing Tom, and he stayed away from Tom's cock and
balls.  Tom was writhing in agony and ecstasy, until finally he begged Luke
to finish him off.  Tom climaxed with such intensity, that he almost passed
out.  He realized that this was the best orgasm he had ever had in his
life.  He actually started to cry.

He sobered up, when he heard Luke ask, "Your cum is the sweetest I ever
tasted.  Will you do that to me, now?"  Tom remembered his resolve to do in
Rome what the Romans do.

"Sure," he agreed.

He was surprised when Luke said, "Please skip the preliminaries, and go
right down on me."  Tom dove down and took Luke's cock in his mouth
quickly, before he could chicken out.  He was surprised how good it tasted,
and there was no smell of pussy.  He tried to remember how Luke had
performed on him, and he must have done a good job, because Luke came way
too fast.  Everything they did together surprised Tom.  First off, he was
disappointed that Luke came so fast.  He was really enjoying himself.  Then
he was shocked that he swallowed Luke's seed, and how good it tasted.

When they both settled down, they were lying side by side, fondling each
other.  Luke leaned over to kiss Tom, and Tom was shocked yet another time.
He not only allowed it, he kissed back as passionately as he had ever
kissed a woman.  The love potion that was The CUMfort Inn was working its
magic, but how could either of them know?  Luke was a confirmed bachelor,
and Tom was a confirmed straight guy.

"Will you shower with me now?" Luke asked, "And then we'll go to the pool
for breakfast."

Tom nodded, and they headed for the shower.  They soaped each other's
bodies, including their genitals without restraint, and Tom got hard again.
When he held Tom's hardness in his hands, Luke begged, "Fuck me Tom.
Please."

"Yes," Tom murmured.

Luke soaped up Tom's cock, and turned to the wall.  He stuck out his ass,
and said, "Go in slowly.  You're so big."  He grabbed Tom's cock and guided
it in.  Tom was overwhelmed.  No pussy he had ever fucked, had been this
moist, this warm, and this tight.  At first neither of them moved.  Tom
wrapped his arms around Luke and held him as close as possible.  Luke kept
sighing, and Tom joined in.

"Fuck me," Luke said at last, and Tom began to stroke in and out.  Whenever
he stroked in, Luke pushed back.

"Don't cum too fast," Luke admonished him.  "I want to enjoy this as long
as possible."  Tom was thirty-six, almost thirty-seven years old.  He had
cum minutes ago, and he knew he wouldn't be repeating that anytime soon.
Imagine his shock when he felt another orgasm coming on, and he was
powerless to stop it.

"I'm sorry," he yelled.  "I can't hold back."  He spurted high up into
Luke's guts.  It was only then that he realized they had not used
protection, but he just didn't care.  His stay at this gay resort was
turning out to be the sexual adventure of his lifetime.

Luke turned Tom around so that he was facing the shower wall.  "Stick out
your butt," he commanded.  Tom couldn't wait for the inevitable to happen.
He did as he was asked.  Immediately he felt something new and strange.
Luke was rimming his ass.  The electrical impulses going through his body
were almost too much to bear, and then finally, Luke began to enter him.
It was painful at first, but the pain left quickly. Luke's cock was
massaging Tom's prostate.  It took Luke a little longer to cum than Tom,
and all the while Tom's prostate was being treated to TLC by Luke's cock.
He actually came a third time before Luke did.  He felt Luke's seed filling
up his gut.

Luke held Tom firmly, hoping that his cock would not fall out too soon.  He
whispered in Tom's ear, "I love you Tom.  I fell in love with you the
minute I walked into this room."

Tom was flabbergasted at Luke's confession.  He was speechless.

"Please say something," Luke pleaded.

"I...I...I think I love you too."

They made love all week to the exclusion of all other guests.  During the
week, Luke asked Tom, if he would be willing to manage his portfolio like
he was doing for his other friends.  Tom turned him down.

"Why'" Luke asked.

"Because I love you too much.  If I lost any of your money, I'd be
devastated."  Luke seemed satisfied with his answer.

As the week came to an end, they both became morose, knowing that they had
to part.  Tom had never decided exactly what to do after he left The Inn.
On their last night together, he asked Luke if it would be all right if he
came to Norfolk, at the end of his stay in Ft. Lauderdale.  Luke smiled and
just nodded.

In the morning as Luke was packing, he said to Tom.  Actually, my love, we
aren't going to be separated this morning.  You're coming back with me."


"What do you mean?"

"Tom, honey, I'm a federal agent.  The minute you crossed state lines, the
FBI had jurisdiction over you.  I volunteered to come here to make sure you
were our suspect, because I'm gay.  It was an added bonus that we were
assigned the same room."  He reached into his bag and took out a pair of
handcuffs.  "I'm afraid these are necessary," he said.

Tom was speechless, and Luke was crying.  "Do you know how hard it is for
me to do this?" he asked rhetorically.  "I love you so much, Tom, but I
have to arrest you for fraud and embezzlement.  I sent your picture to
Mrs. Wilson, and she ID'd you."

Luke read Tom his rights, and they both sat down on a bed crying.  Their
cheeks were touching and they could feel each other's tears.  Finally, Tom
asked, "How did you find me, and so fast?"

"You made so many mistakes, my darling.  In this day and age, with forensic
criminology being so sophisticated, it was easy to trace you.  The amount
of money involved far exceeded government limitations for unreported
transactions.  Every bank transfer you made was reported, and left a trail.
When you disbursed the funds to many bank accounts, the trail got cold,
because they went unreported, but I'm sure you'll help us there.  On top of
all that, you used your real credit card to purchase gas on your trip down
to Florida."

Tom was silent.  He was quietly weeping.  "Ninety-nine percent of
Mrs. Wilson's assets are intact in twelve different bank accounts.  If I
returned it, would it go easier on me?"

"That all depends.  How many other scams have you pulled?"

"I swear this was my first time.  I was desperate for money, and when I met
the old lady, I figured she was an easy touch."

Luke smiled.  "I believe it was your first time.  No professional would
have bungled things as badly as you did.  Why did you need money so badly?"

"I had a good job.  I was middle management in a manufacturing plant.
Someone embezzled big bucks, and the investigation led to me.  I swear,
Luke, I didn't do it.  The evidence was only circumstantial, and I couldn't
be definitely accused, but they fired me.  Every time a prospective
employer checked, they were told that I was fired for cause.  I couldn't
get a job, and I was running out of money.  I figured that if I was labeled
as a con man, I might as well be one."

"It's time to go," Luke said.  "I told Darius to ship your stuff to me.
I'll hold it for you."  Luke stood up, taking Tom with him.  He embraced
Tom and kissed him on his lips.

It was quite a shock to me to see one roommate leading out the other in
handcuffs.  Luke had his arms around Tom, so fortunately, my other exiting
guests did not notice.

Tom returned the balance of all twelve bank accounts with the interest it
had earned.  Mrs. Wilson herself asked the judge to be lenient.  She felt
in her heart that Tom was a good soul, who had been misled by the devil.
She pointed out that in the end, she had not been damaged.

Tom was given a six month suspended sentence, and remanded into Luke's
custody.  Luke didn't lie about being in the import/export business, kind
of.  His dad was in the business, and he gave Tom a job.

A year later, Tom and Luke returned for a week's vacation to The CUMfort
Inn.  Their happy arrival was the exact opposite of their departure.  I was
able to accommodate them by giving them their old room.  I was also happy
to give them a gift.  I had credited the three weeks that Tom had paid for,
and not used, to Tom's account; so the two love birds stayed the week for
free, and had one week's credit left to them.

I love when everything ends well.  Don't you?