“I’ve known him for thirty years, Timmy.” Nobody had called me that since I was a little kid, but Robert had never broken the habit. “I’ll take care of it, baby,” he whispered with enough certainty that I almost believed him. “It’s not your responsibility.” Robert tensed, holding me closer against him. As I turned back toward the window, he asked, “If that’s not it, then what?” He held me there and grinned, “You’re so skinny I felt like I was going to break you in two.” I laughed, but I was happy he had his arms around me because Robert’s boastful strength always made my knees flutter. He leaned forward and pressed his furry lips against my cheek. In truth, my ass was still sore and dripping with the man’s cum, but the feeling brought a smile to my face. “No, you weren’t,” I turned my head to look him in the eye. He kissed the back of my neck as he whispered, “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” I parted my lips and moaned at the warm feeling of his powerful chest against my back. “Are you feeling alright, baby?” Robert asked as he came up behind me at the window and wrapped his burly arms around my thin, smooth chest. Jeff squeezed my ass and said, “There’s a good boy. I nodded mutely as John ravished my mouth with his. Jeff whispered in my ear, “You know, I have some ideas for more pictures we could take back in our room.” Before I could say anything, he locked his lips over mine and plunged his tongue into my mouth. I turned to look at John and he was grinning.
It was timed perfectly and the look of shock on my face was priceless. Just as I hit the button, I watched in our reflection on the screen as John leaned down and kissed my cheek as he pushed his hand down the back of my swimsuit. John put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed as he said, “One more.” I snapped a nice photo, one I immediately wanted a copy of. I took a deep breath and steadied them as I raised the camera until the three of us were all in frame in front of the ocean. My hands were shaking as I took the phone back from John and turned it around into selfie mode. He smiled and said, “We want a selfie with you, cutie.” I turned my head toward Jeff and looked up at him-both of them stood a solid six inches over me. I felt myself blushing even more as Jeff pulled me between them with my shoulders pressed against their furry chests. Jeff rolled his eyes and quietly said, “Don’t be crass. John chortled and put his hand over his mouth as he exclaimed, “Sir?” He clapped Jeff on the back and said, “You’re such a polite young man.” He smirked at Jeff and whispered something in his ear. I turned and fumbled over my words, “Oh, I’m sorry, sir.” Jeff grabbed me by the shoulder, his strong fingers stopping me in place, and said, “Hold up, Chris. I nodded and started to walk away, feeling nervous that I was overstaying my welcome. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered at the sound.
John took the phone and glanced at the photos with a smile. “Looks nice,” he said in a rumbling, deep voice. I snapped the photo, and then a few more just in case, and announced, “Got it!” I strode toward them, holding the phone out to them, and said, “Take a look.” I fumbled with it, but they were patient. The pair stood just outside the splashing ocean water and smiled at me for a moment before I remembered they were smiling for the camera. He waved for me to follow as he walked over and put his arm around John. My mouth hung open in a stunned smile, but Jeff didn’t wait for a response. Jeff nodded and said, “Nice to meet you, Chris.” He reached up and pinched my cheek, “Looks like you’re getting a little red out here, cutie.” I stuttered, “Oh, I-I’m Chris.” I smiled, but I could feel my cheeks reddening. His face crinkled into a smirk and he asked, “And you are?”
I nodded, my mouth hanging open as I stared into Jeff’s piercing eyes. John waved, standing back just outside the water. I’m Jeff and this is John,” he smiled as he pressed the phone into my eager hand. I tried to slow myself down and be cool, but my heart was thumping hard in my chest. I shook my head and nearly shouted, “No, of course!” I scrambled to my feet but didn’t miss the amused grin the two shared. He nodded down at my camera on the towel beside me and added, “You seem like you know your photography. I stared up, dumbfounded, at the one who had just spoken to me for a long beat before I noticed the phone in his outstretched hand. I had spent the last ten minutes trying not to stare at them-a pair of bearded older men with weathered faces, hairy and burly bodies, and tight swimsuits that squeezed their bulges.