[TICKLISH BABYSITTER]
Mr. Furson entered his son's room.
His four year-old son was on his bed painting water color on an adult's white shirt.
He looked around and saw the male babysitter sitting on the floor. The twenty-year old man looked tired and exhausted-- probably due to babysitting duties.
"Daddy!" his son ran up to him and hugged him.
The babysitter panickingly stood up, "Mr. Furson. Uhm. I'm sorry. You're son's really playful. He took my top while tickling me."
Mr. Furson laughed, "it's alright. My son can really be a handful. That's why I can't just rely on puny teenagers. I need manly men to handle him." Then he faced his son, "I bought pizza for you. It's downstairs. Go. Dad will follow."
"Yehey!" and the son rushed out of the room.
"Thank you for agreeing to babysit him," Mr. Furson spoke, "I know he's difficult because he can get really hyper. I'll replace your shirt."
The babysitter stepped forward. "It's okay, I'll just... oh my gawd..." He stopped when his shorts fell down. His blue briefs got exposed, "I totally forgot he also dislodged by short button too!" He scratched his head.
The large man tried to walk again but he tripped and fell over Mr. Furson who also got stumped on the floor.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorryyyy!" with wide eyes the babysitter exclaimed panicking.
However, instead of letting the half naked man stand, Mr. Furson hugged the muscular body above him and teased, "it's okay. It's not as if I don't know why you agreed to babysit in the first place. You? A successful bodybuilding champion would take the time off to do a sissy job as babysitting?! Really now. What brings you here?"
The babysitter blushed, "oh... uhm... I wanted to see you... I wanted to be close to you. It's not enough that I just see you in the neighborhood. I've been crushing on you... I just wasn't sure how a hot single daddy like you would react to a gay muscleman like me."
Mr. Furson smirked. "You wanna know how I'd react?"
The father kissed the babysitter. The buff guy responded with much gusto. Later they found their hands roaming on each other's bodies.
Muscleman chuckled.
"What?" Mr. Furson asked, puzzled.
"I told you. Ticklish."
"Gawd. You're too cute."
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