Page 59 of Snowballing

“Uh…online.”

I pushed Eli’s jaw back in place and led him over to his suitcase. “So, put a speedo on or we won’t look like a pair of French hunks with a kid.”

“Is-”

“The resort’s gay friendly, Hawaii’s gay friendly. Let your American bashfulness go.” I held out his hot pink speedo for him.

“Is this the only color you brought?”

I nodded. Eli seemed to hesitate before pulling his board shorts off. I assumed it was because Trey was in the room with us.

“Jeez, Dad. I’ve seen it already. It’s a penis.”

I laughed. “It’s definitely a penis. That’s for sure.”

He kicked his shorts off his feet and grabbed the speedo from me. “Can we not talk about my penis like it’s the Sunday Night Football game?”

“You realize everyone stared at us when we walked out here?”

“Oh, Eli.” I cupped his chin, then gave him a little boop on the nose. “It’s because we’re hot. Hate to break it to you, babe, but half of ‘em were jealous, and the other half wanted us to fuck ‘em.”

The beach was fairly busy for a private resort, but we found a pair of lounge chairs underneath a fuschia umbrella. From the look of it, every umbrella was a different color. My little rainbow heart appreciated that. They were smart from a guest perspective - making it easy to find your way back - but it helped the servers too.

“Two pina coladas, please. Suite Twelve.”

“Right away, sir.”

I knew what he was looking at before I even glanced over, so I held back the smirk. Trey and I had peer pressured his dad into a very skimpy speedo.

He was a shower, and it showed. The fabric strained to keep him in check and he wasn’t even hard. If he were, he’d have slipped out of it already.

“Don’t think of me swallowing more of your cum later. Your cock will tear that poor excuse for a swimsuit clear off.”

Eli stowed the bottle of lotion away in the beach bag. “Seriously? You’re the one that wanted me to wear it. Was this your way of preventing me from looking at other guys?”

“No, it was my way of having the hottest guy on the beach in the least amount of clothing legally allowed.” I stood up. “I’m going to go swim with Trey, but as for other guys, I know you won’t be doing that, because this is all yours.”

I put a little extra pep in my step as I headed to the water, knowing he was likely staring at my glutes. After all, he was an ass man, and I was all about the dick.

Cock.

I was still learning.

* * *

“Text me if you need to, okay?”

“It’s a fancy babysitter, Dad. I’m not going overseas.”

I watched as Trey gave his dad a hug and kiss goodbye. I thought it was adorable that he showed so much affection to his father. My family had never been like that.

“Oh!”

Trey caught me by surprise with a hug. “See ya, Gareth. Don’t have too much fun now.”

“You too!” I called after him. He was already running toward the arcade games.

We had been at the resort a few nights when we stumbled upon a program for tweens. It basically did what I was originally hired for. Well, not originally. The hotel had an area where staff ran activities for kids, or just let them play video or arcade games, sports, whatever. It allowed the adults at the resort to have some private time, of which we had been lacking lately.