Sun, sand and a banana hammock

Roy slipped out of the bathrook and found Chloe laid back on the living room coach jamming to music with her Air pods in. He sighed, took a deep breath and focused on clearing his head. He wasn't sure what had actually just happened, and he was glad that his daughter seemed completely oblivuous.

Was Christopher really just hitting on him, or was he just a little too free with his nudity? He'd been friends with several gay guys through the years, but he had never once had one of them hit on him. And none of them had had the body...and cock...of a Greek god.

Roy honestly wasn't sure what he wanted the answer to be. He wasn't gay and had no interest in men. Still, it was quite flattering to think that someone who looked like that might be at least remotely interested in him.

Then Christopher stepped out of the bathroom and his mouth almost dropped. The boy was dressed only in a bright yellow speedo that just barely covered his junk. As he stared, Roy could easily make out the shaft and head through the fabric. There was no hiding the size of it.

"Holy fuck," Roy heard from behind him, and realized Chloe must be seeing the same thing he was seeing.

"Everybody ready?" Christopher asked and smiled. There was no way he couldn't notice both of them staring at his cock.

"Most definitely," Chloe answered.

Roy let the younger two lead the way, and soon found himself staring at Christopher's backside. The back of his swimsuit was nothing more than a yellow g-string that went right up the crack of his ass. At least twice he caught his daughter awkwardly checking out the front of the package.