Mr. Barson gets his Carpets Cleaned Part 4

It sucked that I had to work with Mitch. He was so annoying to be around. The 18 year old thought he was the coolest guy around because he was on the high school football team. He was going to be working his summer with us to help pay for some of his college loans. Jason knew I hated the guy but we couldn’t do anything about it. The other guy I worked with quit unexpectedly. Really we didn’t even know where he went.

“At least you’re doing work for Mr. Barson,” Jason said. He knew how much I like working for the guy. Somehow Mr. Barson was able to always make the day better. It must be something about him. 

I gave Jason a faint smile and started to load up the van. “Ready to start the day boss?” Mitch put his hand over my shoulder giving it a light squeeze. “Man you’re so tight today.” He laughed.  “You sure you’re not gay? Cause you put a lot of focus on your body,” I never laughed at his stupid jokes. He laughed even harder and jumped into the van. Driving there didn’t take much time. Mr. Barson lived pretty close. It made the almost silent car ride at least bearable. Besides Mitch texting his friends loudly I didn’t have much to do. Sure it was his last summer before he and all his friends would have to go to college but he was still annoying. 

Dan answered the door like usual. “Hey guys. I’m glad you can make it on such short notice.” He led us into the house and down to the bedroom. “We made a bit of a mess…” He opened the door and the smell hit us both. Mitch wasn’t good at being subtle about it. “Sorry,” Dan added. “Andrew can get a little excited.”

“I doubt he’s the only one enjoying it,” I joked leaning in and bumping him with my shoulder. He blushed at the comment. ‘Same ole Dan,’ I grinned as he led us further into the house. Mitch was at least kind enough to not say anything while Dan was around. He just walked silently through the house with the portable in tow. His eyes drifted around the walls as we walked back to the master bedroom. 

We came to the spot and Dan got down and pointed down to make sure we got knew what he wanted to clean up. “The whole room needs it just wanted to make sure you guys get this spot real good. It’s uhh… I mean you know…” Dan got really uncomfortable not wanting to say what it was. “Anyways Adam you know where the water is.”

“Sure do,” I grinned at Dan’s sudden embarrassment. “Pretty much live here.” I laughed as I lead Mitch back to one of the bathrooms. Leaning the portable next to the shower, I pulled the shower head down and started filling the tank. 

“Doesn’t it bother you?” Mitch asked.

I didn’t know what he was talking about. “Not really. It’s really easy to clean up. Just put an enzyme on it and it pretty much just comes out without a problem.”

Mitch rolled his eyes thinking I was joking. “Nah man. That’s not what I mean. You know how they’re having sex.”

“Most healthy relationships have sex…”

“Man… Quit playing around. You know what I mean.”

“Not really…” I said. I was starting to get the picture though. He always had a bit of a thing whenever he talked about gay guys. Always said he was being hit on at school by some of them and how they couldn’t keep their eyes off him. It’s not like he didn’t have a decent body but he wasn’t exactly the star QB either. And despite not being 21 he had spent many of his weekends binge drinking. 

“Man… You know it’s cause…”

“Hey there Mr. Barson!” I interrupted him as Mr. Barson’s huge frame filled the doorframe. He was leaning against the wall like he always did staring into the room. “How’s it going today? I can see you guys had a good night.” 

Mitch’s mouth dropped as though this was the first time he’d ever seen the guy. There was a good foot difference between them and at least 100 pounds. But with Mr. Barson’s build it looked a lot more. “Oh you know, same old same old. Don’t really need to tell you what’s going on. You know how Dan gets.” I grinned but felt like he still wanted to comment on something. He stayed in the doorframe watching us. “So I was just wondering what’s bothering your partner here. I don’t want my guests to be unhappy when they leave.” 

I laughed uncomfortably knowing what Mitch had meant. He was still too awestruck by Mr. Barson’s size to really take into account what he’d said. “Holy shit!” he paused. “I’m sorry. But damn! You’re so fucking huge! I wish I could be that big! God damn!” he was bursting with energy again. Mr. Barson’s anger seemed to have subsided for a second as he watched the 18 year old beam at his massive body. But then he had to go and ruin it. “Why you wastin that on a guy. You could have any girl you wanted and then some!”

“Mitch!” I scolded. Mr. Barson had the same angry grin he’d had when he interrupted us earlier. I put my head down embarrassed.

“Well,” Mr. Barson started off. “Cause I really wanted to be with him.” It was such a simple statement that I couldn’t help but snort a little bit. Mr. Barson’s stern voice didn’t seem to bother Mitch. He was still too distracted by Mr. Barson’s size to know he’d just said something stupid.

“Pffft. Whatever. I’m going to get bigger and stronger and then have all the girls chasing after me. I’d never waste this body on some guy.” Mitch displayed his body. It was so average compared to us that it got Mr. Barson’s to lighten up a little bit. “What? You think this doesn’t get the ladies running?”

“No…” Mr. Barson let out a broader smile. “Just think you put a little too much into your looks. They start to fade after a while. And with a personality like yours you might not have as much as you think.”

“Pffft. Whatever man. You’re just jealous that I’ll get a girlfriend.”

Now Mr. Barson let out a bellow of a laugh. It felt like the whole room shook. “Sure ‘man’. Whatever you say.”

“I think we need to get started,” I said interrupting the two.

Mr. Barson moved from the doorframe and allowed us to pass. There was still a bit of anger in his demeanor but he didn’t seem nearly as mad. He just watched us push past him. “Just remember life’s too short to be an asshole.” 

Mitch just zoned him out. He didn’t seem to care about what Mr. Barson was saying. Honestly it was probably better that way as he could be a bit of an overaggressive douchebag. He was prone to having the last word and insisted on being right even if he was provably wrong. 

We went back to the bedroom and I could see him flexing in the mirror. Obviously still a bit jealous of Mr. Barson. “Can you believe that guy?” he asked. “Thinks he knows everything…”

“He is still a customer,” I said back. “Just be nice.”

“Whatever,” Mitch was still angry. “When I graduate and become a big football star and live in a big house like this that’ll show him.” His mind is still looking over his body as he says it. He pulled up his shirt and looked at the fat over his belly. “Think if I worked out harder I’d get rid of this? Girls love the abs.”

“I don’t know… Maybe. I think it’s more about diet than exercise. But you still have at least four years to think about football. Right now we have work,” I started working. We still had a job to do. He was still distracted by his body. That huge mirror Dan had just caught his eye.

“Four?” he said confused. “Three man. I’ve only got three years left. Would have two if that asshole of a writing teacher just fucking passed me.”

“Huh? How old are you?”

“Pffft… Come on old man. I’m 21,” he said proudly. “Only got a little bit more school and then it’s off to the big leagues.” 

“Right…” I shook my head still trying to pay more attention to the job. But as I looked up I couldn’t help but notice he had those abs he’d just been complaining about. I shook my head ignoring it. ‘Just my imagination,’ I told myself.

“So you ready for college man? Gonna start getting all that sweet college puss?” he flexed again admiring his body. I stared at him a little dumbfounded even uttering a dumb ‘huh?’. “Dude! C’mon man. Don’t tell me you’re like…” I glared at him making him not want to finish that sentence.

“What are you talking about? I haven’t been to college since I was like 24.” Now Mitch stared at me confused. “What?”

“Dude you are 24!” he laughed.

“What? I’m 28?” but as I said it didn’t come out right. Something about that didn’t sound right.

“That why you wanted to quit? Cause you didn’t know 24 came after 23?” he laughed at his own joke. “Come on man. We’re the same age dummy. I know you didn’t hit your head too hard. Cause if you’d joined the football team we would have dominated. A guy you’re size could have handled anything!”

“Yeah…” I said a bit embarrassed remembering how many times Coach Sanders tried to get me to join. There weren’t too many 6’4” 250 pound 19 year olds to choose from. He tried to sweeten the deal so many times but I don’t know why I never took him up on the offer. 

“Dude just go ahead and join!” Mitch demanded. “You’ll love it! I know I did…” he said like he was reminiscing. 

“Did?”

Suddenly I felt a pang of guilt asking that question. Somehow it’d completely slipped my mind that he had been kicked out. Focusing so much on his body and girls that he didn’t have any time for classes. “Yeah man. Did.” He said again. Looking up and down my body I could see the envy in his eyes. I knew how much he hated that I was bigger than him. And to top it off several years younger. “But you should definitely go out. Coach Sanders would love you.”

“Yeah… Probably,” I accidently flexed my arm at the complement. Mitch just rolled his eyes. “You think I’d be good at sports?”

“Don’t have to be good to be a wall,” he joked. Once he’d gotten kicked out of college he really started working out harder. He’d go to the gym in his spare time and focus on getting bigger. And it was by any means necessary. I know he’d started some kind of cycle. There were several days he’d come in and just be so aggressive. And nearing his thirties it was a lot harder to keep his size. With all the fast food and soda he drank, those abs he always wanted were a bit hidden.

“I guess,” laughing at his joke. He just grinned thinking about me complementing him. “But guess you’d know.”

“Yeah man. I really packed on the size,” he grabbed his firm belly and gave it a bit of a shake. “But those damn bills. Fuck… I almost wish I’d never gone. Would have saved me so much. Plus I could have gotten even bigger. Just work out and get guys to pay for it.”

My eyes widened at what he’d just implied. I couldn’t believe what he’d just said. And wasn’t he just complaining about Andrew? I shook my head not knowing why I just called him that. “Do they pay well?” I asked.

“Pretty well,” he grinned flexing his arm. It was pretty big. The big ball of a bicep bulged as he said it. “If I wasn’t such an ass at the start I’d be makin more. Hell if I’d done this instead of college I’d be makin more.” He scoffed at the idea of wasting so much time in classes. “Whatever,” his hand ran across his shaved head. “What’s done is done.”

“At least you’re doing it now though,” I offered.

“Yeah man! Didn’t realize how much guys liked this shit. Thought it was gross till I started doing it. At first it was awkward but like they were so into I couldn’t not do it you know?”

“You gone and showed them everything?” I was really curious. When I said it I added a laugh trying to make it sound more like a joke. He normally wasn’t so open about his side job that I kind of wanted to know more.

“Uhhh… Yeah man,” he said a bit embarrassed. “I did…”

“Did they like it?”

He paused trying to think about what to say. “I mean yeah…” it was the first time I’d ever seen his face get so red. “They did…”

“What? They thought it was too big?” I taunted.

His tanned face went red again. “Something like that…”

“I’d say,” Andrew was in the doorway again watching us. “It was a big surprise!” he emphasized big.

“Mr. Barson?!” Mitch was a bit taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“C’mon man. Don’t be so shy. You get so cocky on camera. And this morning I figured you’d like to give us a bit of a show. I don’t mind paying,” he said. “Isn’t that right son? You wanna see what he does on the side right?”

“I mean… He doesn’t have to…”

“How much we talkin?”

“$500”

Mitch’s eyes lit up. He was already starting to take his shirt off. His white sleeveless shirt strained against his thick pecs and waist. He was such a big guy but still had quite a bit of flexibility. Despite all the bulk on his frame he didn’t have a problem moving around. He started with a simple flex show. There wasn’t as much definition on his body like mine but there was a lot of size under that polo. “You want me to take this off?” he said to no one in particular. Nodding his head he grabbed the straps of his shirt and pulled. 

It tore right down the middle into showing off his huge muscle gut. My eyes widened seeing his exposed chest and stomach. He was a big dude! But I understood why he was a bit jealous. When he thought that abs were the only way to properly attract a lady he was a long way away from that. His big hands ran over his belly down to his khaki pants. He swung his hips seductively and undid his belt.

“Wanna see more?” his attention had gotten to me while he said it. He’d obviously practiced this wanting face a lot. I simply nodded a little confused. I looked over at dad and saw the grin on his face. He obvious knew something that I didn’t. Mitch undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants showing off his massive legs. A stained white jock covered his front while he kicked off his pants. Mitch turned around showing off his big bubble butt to us. I didn’t realize just how big it was. He always bragged about how often he squatted I just didn’t realize how much he was actually hiding down there. 

“Hundred more dollars to take off the jock. Hundred more to cum.”

Mitch paused. His obvious want for money outweighed his embarrassment. Just that single second was enough for him to decide to drop the jock. The meshed fabric went around his wide feet but my eyes were glued to his dick. Nearly two and a half inches of hard cock poked out in front of him. I know there was no way for him to see it over his massive chest and bell. He just put his thumb and forefinger around it.

Both his fingers were easily bigger than it. I would want to say he jerked off but it was more of a massage as he ran his fingers back and forth over it. He started grunting as he tried to keep himself hard.

“C’mon. Really give my son a show. 200 if you cum.”

Mitch’s eyes went wide as dad offered him more. It was almost like that made him even harder. His hand that had been twisting his nipples went around to his backdoor. He turned around showing off his ass again. But his cheeks weren’t the only thing that was big. Right in between them was a massive hole that his fingers were drifting to. He started with just one and let out a deep moan. He thrust it in and out. His hefty body leaned against the wall pushing heavily against it. 

His moans grew louder as his big finger pushed deeper inside of him. Then he added a second. Mitch’s asshole too two fingers from a strongman. I tried to keep my own boner down thinking about what he was doing. His moans grew louder. They were more passionate. He couldn’t help but go faster. I watched as he braced himself again. He was about to cum. 

With a loud grunt his hips started bucking. The 300 pound guy thrust his hips back and forth as tiny spurts of cum shot out of his dick. He breathed heavily as he tried to keep his spirits up. “Alright… How was that?” he panted.

“Great,” dad said as he handed him the cash he’d promised. “Exactly what I wanted.” 

“Glad to hear it,” Mitch said. He was still a little out of breath. Someone his size clearly had a workout whenever he did something like this. “You satisfied?” he looked down at me and I nodded. 

“I didn’t realize that you did so much…” I added in disbelief. 

He picked up his polo and pants and put them back on. There was just a grunt in affirmative. “Gotta pay off those loans somehow. Might as well enjoy it…” He didn’t say the second sentence as confidently but still sounded like he meant it.

“True…” I finished packing everything up and helped take it to the van. “Hey do you mind if I just stay here? Like I don’t really feel like running back to the shop tonight. Plus I’m starting school tomorrow so…”

Mitch looked over at me as he adjusted his seat. “Yeah man. It’s fine. I don’t mind.” He turned forward in his seat and then back to me. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this from me but just try your best to do your best.” He said.

“Will do…” I said waving him off.