After two weeks working in the hotel, Martin was ready to quit. The only thing that stopped him was the lack of other jobs around. Other guys had started searching searching earlier so they got the prime jobs, you know the ones where they romped around on the beach in shorts and didn't seem to work at all. "The place can get a good looking kid like you a hell of a lot of tips" The manager had told him. Thus far the only thing he got when he held out his hand was stares or requests for ice. At minimum wage, he was barely putting money in his pocket for expenses let alone saving some for school. At least Martin's apartment was paid for. His parents had bought a condo for him and his roommate for their third year in college. When he graduated they'd sell it for profit...none of which would go to him, he knew. His parents weren't "cheap", they were frugal. As far as he was concerned they were cheap. Martin's scholarship paid for tuition and it was his own doing that got him that. But to live, he had to work. The pizza parlor job near campus helped, but he needed to make some serious money during the summer. "Come on with me, we'll put all our money away and have a great summer besides" his roommate said. But working in a summer camp just didn't seem like his "thing". So he watched his roommie take off, and his cousin move in for the summer. His cousin already had a job too -- clerking for some judge. And he was a bellboy. At parties, he just said he was working for a hotel chain, not having the courage to say what he was actually doing. "What I am doing is wasting my time" he muttered as he knocked on another door. The room service tray in his hands wasn't even warm so he knew he'd have to take it back. "Come in" The guest was a man in his forties or so. He was friendly enough and took the tray putting it down on a table. Lifting off the top he nodded his approval and handed a few dollar bills out as a tip. Martin sighed relief. He didn't need another pissed off hotel guest. It not only made his shift difficult but pissed off his boss as well. "Why isn't a stud like you on the beach?": the man asked him, bringing Martin back to reality. He stammered his story about school and not having enough money to buy a decent pair of swim trunks...as a jest. "That's where I can help you" the man said opening his suitcase. It was full of brightly colored shorts, tank tops and catalogs. "I sell the best line of trunks around" He held up a pair of speedos. "I bet you'd look great in these" The man held them in front of Martin's body. "Cool" Martin stammered, "maybe I can get a discount in a few weeks?" He didn't know what to say. "What kind of underwear do you wear?" the man asked him Martin blushed. This wouldn't be the first time a guest seemed to hit on him. Usually he just smiled and nodded and excused himself. "Jockeys or boxers I guess" Martin "What do you have on now?" The man was staring at his shorts "Turn around" Martin turned around and felt the man lift up his uniform jacket. "Hmmmm, nice butt too. You ought to do some modeling" the man said. "Thanks" Martin said turning back around. For some reason he didn't leave the room. The man wasn't being blatantly sexual with him, so Martin began to think the guy was really just talking professionally. "Of course, you need to let me take some polaroids to show them, but I might be able to get you some money. And I'm providing the stuff for the beach festival show too." One of the weekend parties going on was the festival. And several swimwear companies had fashion shows going on Martin knew. He had planned to go and yell like the rest of the horny guys there. And secretly admire the men as well as the women. "When can you spend some time trying on stuff for me?" the man said The idea of showing off for someone had never bothered Martin. He used to stand in the middle of the living room, singing and dancing for his relatives. He participated in several school plays and loved the attention he got. He joined the swim team too..but that was for a different reason. During high school, he began to suspect he might like men instead of girls. But during one sweating night on the beach he lost his virginity to a girl. So he thought it might be a "phase". He knew the only reason he joined the swim team was because his buddies did and he'd get to see lots of men nearly naked all the time. More then once he had to put towel in front of him when he saw a certain other guy in speedos. So he suspected that he was indeed going to be gay....or was already. In college, he continued the jacking off sessions he had been doing since puberty..and didn't date. That wasn't unusual for freshman or even sophomores. But his roommate would try to fix him up from time to time and he'd beg off. "I got to finish my shift" Martin stammered and turned towards the door. "Come back afterwards....if it doesn't work out you keep the pictures" the man said. He stopped and turned to smile and nod "I'll think about it" "Of course you get to keep the clothes too" the man said "can't think anyone would want to try on some of this after someone else had them on" Martins stomach was nervous as he snuck up the back stairs to the mans room. It was after midnight and he had put his uniform in his locker and pulled on his jeans and tee shirt like always. After refusing to join the others for beer down the street, he waited till they left. "Got a hot date huh?" "Probably that girl on the eleventh floor" and other comments were tossed his way as they left the lockeroom. Nobody ever told him they weren't allowed to visit hotel guests, but he assumed that was a rule. "Great. Glad you decided to try out" the man said. He was wearing jeans and a tank top. Martin realized the guy was in pretty good shape. His developed chest showed thru the white tank top. And his jeans seemed to hold a large round bunch of balls too. "Strip down and lets' get a look at you" the man said. Martin pulled off his shirt and jeans and stood in his boxers. "I was right, you got a nice body..boyish, but nice. But those boxers..god why do you wear those? Here put these on" The man held out a pair of white shorts that looked like those calvin klein tight ones Martin had seen in ads. In fact he almost got caught by his roommate when they lived in the dorms. He was layin on his bed looking at a two page ad with some hot guy wearing Klein shorts.....they were so tight you could see the guys cockhead. Martin stared and jacked his cock...and exploded just before the door opened. "Don't sweat it man, we all got to get our rocks off" his roommate said as he went into the bathroom. Martin's roommate was a stranger until they met in the freshman dorm. Randy was from New York and seemed pretty mature. He hung out in their room in his underwear most of the time. Martin, being an only child wasn't used to that. But he got used to it and knew he liked it too. "It's too hot" one afternoon, Randy complained as he stripped naked and lay on his bed studying. Martin got a boner and rolled over pretending to sleep. But all he could think about was his naked roommate. Nobody came into anyone's room without knocking. He could have gone over to his roommates bed and.... "Uh can I use the bathroom?" he said holding the underwear. "Sure, you can change in there...you can change here too, but if you're modest, thats ok" the man said. Martin looked at himself in the mirror. His cock was hard and he knew he couldn't put on the underwear like that so he began to jack it off. "You ok in there?" the man said. Martin quickly flushed the toilet "be out in a moment" Fortunately it didn't take long to release his juices and let his cock get soft. "Great, just great." the man said looking at him standing there. "You just need a little adjustment" Martin jumped a bit as the man touched his crotch. "You'll get used to that. All models have to" the man said as he adjusted the shorts so they showed more of his belly. "Ok try these on now" Martin started to go to the bathroom again. "We dont' have time for that, just change there" the man said as he looked at the polaroid film that was developing. Martin turned away a bit as he pulled off the shorts. "hey look at this" the man moved closer and held the photo in front of Martin. Martin looked up and looked. The picture was as good as the ones he had seen of other models in underwear. "Here pose like this" the man did a motion and Martin immitated it. "Good, but you better put on the shorts first" He hadn't realized it at first, but he was completely naked and posing. "Unless you want me to take a photo for yourself" Martin paused then smiled and posed letting his body be bathed in the flash. The two laughed and Martin put on the speedo shorts. Underwear, boxers, speedos and even wrester type tights slipped on and off Martin's body. He say in a chair drinking a beer the man had offered him. "You are hot looking guy" the man said "I can't wait to show these to the office. And I know they'll want you for the festival show at least. Cool?" "Very cool" Martin said. He could use the money, free clothes and show off a bit. "You got one big problem though" the man turned serious "Martin thought the entire job was about to disappear. "You gotta take care of your horny problem...your meat shows too much thru some of the shorts" Martin's cock began to expand as he thought about it. "I can take care of it just before the show" he said hopeing to save the job possibility. "What if it springs up during the show?" the man said. Martin didn't know what to say. "I guess I could get a fluffer backstage for you" "What's a fluffer?" The man smiled. "A fluffer is there to take care of you quickly if you get a boner. Allot of the models use one, or bring a friend or some even take care of each other" Martins cock was hard. There was no hiding it in the gauze shorts he had on which was the last thing he modeled for the man. "See?" the man said reaching out and holding Martins cock thru the cloth. "I'm sorry, sometimes it just...." he said feeling his face heat up from his blushing. "I can take care of it tonight, but we'll have to figure out a way for the show" The man pulled the fly open so the buttons popped off. His mouth enveloped Martins curfing erection and began to suck, lick and send the boy into orbit. It didnt' take long for Martin to have to warn the guy. He looked down at the man's smiling face. "Dont' worry, I like the taste. And you younger studs taste so sweet. The man had swallowed Martins load. "You ever taste it?" the man said. "Uh no...only my own" he said. "Here try mine" the man unbuttoned his fly. His ample cock popped out in clear sight. Martin knew it was time to go. But he had to get his clothes and make small talk so the man wouldn't be offended. "I never have....." "It's ok, I know. So tonight you try it..just do what I did and see. I'll warn you before I shoot" Martin found himself on his knees, his trembling hands on the mans denim covered thighs. His nose inhaled the musky smell of the man's crotch as he moved closer. As if in slow motion, Martin moved so close his toungue could touch the man's cock. The aroma was the same as the locker room at school and the dorm room he used to share with Randy on a hot afternoon. He closed his eyes and thought of Randy laying naked on his bed..and his tongue touched the mans meat. "Lick first to get used to it" the man gently instructed. He licked the cock.....he imagined Randy looking up at him and smiling. He tasted the precum that had beaded out of the cockhead slit. It tasted pretty good...much like his own. "Now open your lips and put it just inside" Martin let the imagined Randy put his cock inside his lips and he kissed it..then moved his lips all around the head. "Ooooooo kid that's good real good" the man moaned. Martin was feeling the hard dick slide in and out of his mouth soon afterwards. "Make you lips tighter" the man coached. Randy, in his mind, moved to stand as Martin kneeled in front of him. He wanted to tasted his roommate..to swallow all of him...to become one with him in anyway the guy wanted. "Gawd, I'm gonna shoot" the voice in the room said. "Taste me Marty" the voice of Randy said in his head. Marting swallowed and swalloed. He almost gagged but swallowed more. The sight of Randy's face showing pleasure filled Martin's mind. "You're a natural for this too" the man said putting his hands on either side of Martins face. He wasn't ready for the man's kiss but he liked it too. "You never did any of this before?" the man said Martin just shook his head..wishing the image of Randy was still there. He had seen the look of pleasure after Randy jacked off..and wished it was because of what he had just done. "You're going to be a very popular model with the others"the man said. "Thanks" Martin said "the job is still on?" "Sure...I didn't do all that just to play you know." the man said "I guess you get hit on a lot huh?" he added. Martin nodded and wished now that he had accepted some of the hinted propositions he had gotten in the past. He liked sex.....he knew now how much he had been missing. "Want to stay the night? I can show you other things." The alarm clock woke him. Randy wasn't across the room from him. Martin shook his head realizing that his roommate was miles away in the camp. He looked at the clock to see if there was time to get up, get in a swim and do some reading before he had to go to work. Martin's eyes focused on the clock....he realized it wasn't his. Then he felt the arm around his bare chest. It was large, hairy and strong..and it moved to pull Martin closer. The night had been fun. Martin learned about passion with another man. He tried to have anal sex with the man and learned it was easier to take it then give it. He had almost panicked but the man went slow, talked gently to him and was soon taking Marting on his first sexual trip feeling the man inside of him. But for now, the feeling Martin was enjoying was laying there naked with the man pressed against him..feeling secure with the mans arm around him. And sensing the man's lips on the back of his neck gently kissing him. The knock on the door scared him. "It's just room service" the man said. But Martin jumped up and hid in the bathroom while one of his coworkers delivered the tray. He came out and found the man sitting naked on the bed gesturing him to join him. Martin sat cross legged and naked to enjoy the breakfast. "You look great" another voice said. Martin turned to see Phil, one of the other bellboys standing there naked as well. "I always thought you were hot" Martin didn't know what to do. He could only sit there. "You know Phil. He's going to be one of the other models" the man said. Phil poured coffee and rested a hand on Martins' shoulder. "Mr. Oxer told me about your problem. I think I can take care of it for you, but you may have to take care of mine". Martin made two hundred dollars modeling at the show. So did Phil. He posed for some photos at a nearby photographer's studio too. Mr. Oxer had arranged for that. And Phil posed with him. We'll pay five hundred for the ad photos and I bet the photographer will pay you for some other shots too. Martin had found a way to make the type of money he hoped to. but he didn't quite the bellboy job. With Phil's help, he learned how to make great tips for many after shift services he provided hotel guests. Man and women too seemed to welcome his company and Martin loved to show off for them. His pockets were full with green bills now..and he couldn't wait for Randy to get back so he could show him. And Martin knew that when Randy returned, he had other things to show him too.