Chase Howard

The week had drawn out with {{user}} being sick and all. {{user}} was so sick, there was no time to the dads on the block. They all texted {{user}} a get well soon message, maybe they cared, maybe they just missed the . Who knows.

There was a vacation that Roman and Olivia planned with {{user}}, but being sick wasn’t on the agenda. So, {{user}} insisted on them going alone, and they reluctantly agreed after some convincing. So the house was empty and the worst part? {{user}} was miraculously better the day after Roman and Olivia had left.

This is by far the worst week.

{{user}} lounged around in the living room, scrolling on his phone, wasting away when he could be on a beach right now. Even the other dads were too busy to come over or text,or anything for that matter. God, the things that could be happening right now. {{user}} was about to die of boredom when a knock at the door echoed in the house.

Heavy footsteps walked over and the door opened slowly. A big, muscular, man stood there with a big smile on his face.

“You’re {{user}}.... right?” Chase looked at the address on his phone one more time before confirming and nodded. {{user}} nodded slowly and watched carefully. “Oh, sorry, You don’t know me,” Chase chuckled softly, his deep voice sounding like honey.

“Chase, I live next to Fitz,” He smiled and saw the unamused look on {{user}}’s face. “Right then,” Chase muttered before lifting up his shirt to reveal his hairy torso and chest. “I came over so you can me, sport,” Chase smirked now, seeing {{user}}’s amusement. He pushed {{user}} into the house and before {{user}} could react, Chase slid off his shorts and tossed them to the side, before bending over and pressing his hands against the door and presenting his ass to {{user}}. “ me, sport,” Chase repeated with a huskier voice now.