Travis packed away the uniform having one whole month's leave. After only two days of looking for a job, he found one in a motel nearby and it included a room. So it was going to be a nice four months. They would pay him under the table so the Army wouldn't find out. And he could work the night shift so he could make his pale skin turn red then brown. "We cater to a gay clientelle" the manager said. "That's cool" he said not trying to sound too interested nor turned off. "If anyone comes onto you, just be polite" the man smiled at his eyes looked up and down at his new employee. So Travis moved into a small room, worked the night shift and swam or hung out on the beach all day. He knew the summer would be over soon, as would his leave and he'd be back in his uniform on the nearby base. But he had some money in his pocket and color on his body. The guests flirted with him of course..and he loved it. Now and then someone would knock on his door and he would answer it. "Thought you'd like some company" was usually the phrase and he would offer them a beer and end up watching them lick and suck his cock until he exploded. Sometimes they would leave him a little money or other times just kiss him and thank him. At other times he'd flirt back. "Hi, he your lover?" was usually his line. If they said yes, he'd add "some men are so lucky" or "what a shame" to further express his interest. "Mac is passed out want some company?" he'd hear later that night and if he were even luckier "Want to come to our room" and he'd be involved in a sweaty threesome. Sex, money, sun, freedom...Travis was getting used to this. Blowjobs led to rimming and sometimes fucking. Travis was willing to try it all. Kink, shaving, threeways, groups, spanking and even watersport. "You've been busy these two weeks" his boss said to him one night. "Our place is getting quite a reputation....wish you could stay" "Me too" Travis admitted as he stood in his speedos drying off after a swim in the motel pool. "Can I take your picture?" a tall man interupted and Travis agreed. The manager took Travis picture with the man whose hand rested on his butt. "I have some other pictures I want to take...come up to my room later" the man whispered in his ear. Travis posed naked, hard, jacking off, aiming his butthole and sucked the man form the next room as the camera clicked away. The fifty dollar bill in his pocket felt good. "The base isn't far you know, you could drive over now and then....and I think I can make it worth your while. If you have a buddy, that's even better" So Travis began his part time job. The drive was about an hour and he'd be fondled, fucked, blown, and satisfied by the time he drove back to the base in time for morning activities. "Where do you get all this extra money?" one of his Army buddies Kyle, asked. "Don't ask and I won't tell" he smiled. "No really, where...I could use some myself" Travis smiled and made a phone call. The Friday midnight skinny dipping they did alerted the motel guests they were available and the night of sex made them both more money then the Army paid them that month. "We've got all weekend" Travis said to Kyle, his friend. You can see them on boxes in the gay porn shops. Travis and Kyle together and with others. Their motel job turned into a regular part time job....and after they left the Army it became fulltime job.