Mr. Barson gets his Carpets Part 2

Within the week Jason had already bought me a few new shirts to go to work in. Mr. Barson had offered to help pay for them for some reason. I didn’t really care. He was a really cool guy. And today we would be going back out to his house. Apparently he wanted us to clean a bunch of his rooms that he was going to be using soon. I didn’t really care I just wanted to go see him again.

Dan clocked himself in. He was never too excited to have to wake up so early in the morning. It was hard on his body. He hated everything about getting up and being ready by 7am. Just like every morning he gave his weak , Good Morning,” and then walked to prep the van. 

I followed him out there. “Just be happy we’re working with Mr. Barson today,” I leaned against the van. Dan’s eyes lit up as I mentioned the name. Despite his tiredness, I could tell he was moving at least a little bit faster.

“Oh?” he tried to act like he wasn’t happy but I could see the soft grin he popped out every time he thought I looked away. “That’s cool.”

“Yeah it’s the only job we’ve got today. Apparently we’re cleaning his whole house.” Dan couldn’t hide the smile on his face anymore. But I knew one way to bring him back down to reality. “Since it’s such an easy job I figured you’d drive today.” His face soured as he mockingly laughed at me. He didn’t even grab for the key and just went to the passenger side.

Dan always had me driving the van. He’s a bit of a pussy when it comes to taking responsibilities. It’s just that he doesn’t like taking charge. I don’t mind though. He’s a good guy to talk to. It’s just that sometimes I want to take a break too. Carrying the equipment is a lot easier with my large frame but he makes me drive and sometimes won’t even talk to the customers. Luckily he’s in love with Mr. Barson though. But he's so easy to talk to that it's almost like giving a bill to a friend.

Thinking about it, who couldn’t really love the guy? The former bodybuilder was probably one of the nicest guys you could meet. Probably in his late forties he seemed to know everything about bodybuilding and what it took to be great. Talking to someone like him was always fun. He was always willing to give me some new tips. 

The drive wasn’t too long as we reached Mr. Barson’s house. For some reason it seemed a lot bigger than the last time I’d been there. The huge U shape driveway made it so much easier to park the van. As I stopped Dan practically jumped out of the van and ran to the door. I followed behind. “You going to knock?”

Dan’s rush of excitement turned back to his nervous shy self. “Just waiting for you,” he lied as I stepped onto the stoop.

“Go ahead and knock,” I teased. “You were here first.”

“I-I-I…” he stammered as he raised his fist to the door. It shook the entire way to the door. He then gave three light knocks against the large wooden door. I swore no one would be able to hear it but almost as he finished the third Mr. Barson had opened the door. 

“Hey guys,” his cheerful smile welcomed us back. I couldn’t believe that just a few weeks and he looked so much bigger than I remembered. For some reason I thought we were close to eye level. But he had to be at least 6’5” if not 6’6”. His large imposing frame blocked the door. He realized what he was doing. “Come in. Come in,” he said as he turned to the side letting us pass. “I’m glad you guys could make it back. I have a party coming up and I just need everything to be clean before everyone gets here.”

“Sure thing,” I said. “Could you show us around? This place is pretty big. I’m afraid we might get a little lost…” Dan nodded. His body was hiding behind mine. I could tell he wanted to be closer to Mr. Barson but didn’t want to be too forward.

“Oh! Of course,” he said excitedly. “Of course. You haven’t seen the rest of the house before have you?” We shook our heads. “That’s right. Alright I’ll give you the tour. This way.” He waved his arm for us to follow. I’m glad he did. As he showed us around it didn’t look anything like the house I remembered. There were so many different rooms to go through; several bedrooms, two living rooms, a sitting room, the home theatre. I couldn’t believe just how big it was. 

“Is that everything?” I asked. 

“Sure is,” Mr. Barson laughed. “Not too much for you guys is it?”

“No sir, not at all,” Dan piped up. He said it with a sense of pride but then went back to hiding.

Mr. Barson let out a loud bellow of a laugh. His whole body seemed to shake as he did so. “That’s good to hear boys. I’d hate to work you too hard.”

“I doubt you could do that Mr. Barson. Just looking around your entire house is going to be cleaner than most of the houses we go to,” I said. My eyes shifted past his big body and I could see weights behind him. “You have a gym too! Fuck what it’s like to be rich…” I clapped my hands to my mouth. “Sorry. Sorry. I don’t know what came over me. It’s just… Sorry there’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Mr. Barson gave me a blank look then started laughing again. “Don’t worry about it bud. I know when I was you’re age I would’ve said the same thing about this place. Just too big for one person. Ya know?” He paused and looked like he was thinking about something. “Wanna see the gym?”

“Can I?!” I was getting a little too excited. “I mean we really should get started on cleaning up…” The disappointment in my voice must have gotten to Dan. 

“I’ll start getting the stuff ready. You can hang out here while I do that,” he offered.

“You sure?” I called to him but he’d already left the gym. “I think I should…”

“Nonsense mah boy,” Mr. Barson grabbed me with his strong arm and pulled me further into the gym. He had such a grin on his face as he picked up some weights. “Let’s see what they’re teachin you young’uns.”

“Young’uns?” I questioned. “How old are you?” There was a hint of a laugh as I said it. “Sound like my grandpa.” Both of us knew he was barely even in his forties. He could've easily still competed if he wanted to.

He laughed a bit harder than I expected. “Guess I’m not quite that old…” His eyes went a bit distant as he said it. “C’mon,” he said giving me a slap with the back of his hand. “Think you can outclass grandpa?”

The cheery self-inflicted insult had me going. I could see the challenge in his eyes. “I’ll try not to go too hard,” I jeered back. It just made the grin on his face that much broader. We started with a light warm up. It wasn’t much but I was already getting hot in my polo and khaki pants. They weren’t meant to be worked out in. Plus if I ripped through them Jason was going to kill me. “Hey… Mind if I take this off?” I motioned to my shirt. 

“Not at all man,” Mr. Barson chuckled at the thought. “You wanna work out like a real man, right?” It was then that I noticed that Mr. Barson was almost completely naked. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed that before but it only made sense. He could barely fit in clothes, why should he have to work out in them? Just a pair of briefs that wasn’t hiding much and some socks. 

Something said I should have at least minded a little but I couldn’t. Mr. Barson was just so cool it was impossible to be weirded out by it. If anything it was almost a little hot. ‘I’m not supposed to think of customers that way,’ I scolded myself. ‘Men!’ I corrected. I shook my head but turned my attention back to Mr. Barson. “You sure?” I asked again.

“Yeah man,” he slapped my back. “Take it off! Take it off!” he kept chanting. Whatever embarrassment I had vanished as I stripped off my clothes for him. I stripped off my polo and tossed it to the side. My khaki’s quickly followed. “Yeah! Now we can really work out!” he cheered grabbing me close for a hug. 

Anywhere else I couldn’t believe that I’d be down to my underwear working out this close to another guy just as naked. But I felt so comfortable. It was so nice being able to see my body like this. Sweat coursed down my arms and chest. I loved looking at my reflection as my muscles pumped even bigger. ‘It has to be the lights,’ I told myself. I just looked too pumped for it to be anything else. My chest was sticking so far out from my body while my abs looked just as cut as ever. I couldn’t believe it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mr. Barson texting. “Hey! No texting in the gym!”

He looked over his phone and grinned. “Oh? Didn’t realize you were so serious about that.” Mr. Barson got up from the stool and walked over. I couldn’t believe just how big he was. He wrapped his arm around me almost like a father. “But I’m proud of what you’ve worked for.” 

“Thanks…” I couldn’t hide the blush on my face as it turned even redder. The complement felt so genuine I couldn’t hide my pride. He pulled me in even harder and shook me around. A guy his size could still easily jerk around my 6’5” 270 pound body. I looked up to him; figuratively and literally. 

Then a soft voice came out from the door, “Adam?” Dan poked his head into the gym. “I’m all finished… Can you go and pack everything up? I’ll get the bill…” he said. His voice went soft. He was doing his best not to stare at our bodies. 

“Sure thing,” I grabbed a towel and started wiping the sweat off my body. It was the last job of the day so the smell wouldn’t matter too much. If anything Dan liked the being trapped in the small van with the smell of my musk. 

Dan took the initiative and got the bill ready for Mr. Barson. I carried the machines out of the house like usual. Even after the workout they still didn’t feel that heavy. The intense burn just felt good. I was going to be sore the next day but I didn’t mind. ‘Just part of the job,’ I told myself as I loaded up the last of the machines. It’d taken me a little longer than usual. The size of Mr. Barson’s house never ceased to amaze me. It seemed to get bigger with every visit. 

I made my way back to the gym. Figured that’d be a good place to start looking for them. But as I got there I saw Mr. Barson sitting on one of the work out benches. “That’s a good boy. Nice and easy. Go slow. Don’t rush. Breath through your nose. Good…” He let out a moan as he said the last one. I leaned in the door trying to get a better look. Mr. Barson leaned back a little as he let out another breath. His legs were splayed out in front of him but right between them was Dan. 

He was down on his knees right up next Mr. Barson. His eyes looked up towards the older man looking for approval. “You’re doing good,” Mr. Barson smiled down. Dan closed his eyes again as he pushed the dick further into his mouth. Mr. Barson let out another moan. His eyes caught mine and he held his finger up to keep me silent. “You’re doing good. Are you ready to cum again?” he asked.

“Nnnnhmmm,” he grunted out trying to defy his urges. But I could smell his cum in the air. He must have down it right when Mr. Barson pulled down his underwear.

“Oh you’re not?” the giant taunted. “You think you can hold on a little longer?” Dan struggled to keep his cool. One hand was desperately rubbing his dick while the other gripped to Mr. Barson’s leg to hold him up. He was in and out as Mr. Barson’s deep voice moaned. “I’m about to… I’m about to…” he leaned back onto the bench. His eyes couldn’t stay open as his body fell slack. “Cum!” he shouted. The several bucks into Dan’s mouth sent him for a ride. 

Dan did his best to swallow but there was just too much. It was dripping out of his mouth as Mr. Barson bucked his hips. He was still trying but it just didn’t matter. Dan pulled his mouth off of Mr. Barson and stood up. Even seated Mr. Barson was almost as tall as him. It was crazy just how big of a difference there was in their size. 

“That’s a good job,” Mr. Barson grinned as he put his massive hand on Dan’s shoulder. His body couldn’t handle it and his knees went weak. I could see the wet spot growing on the front of his khaki pants.

“Thank you sir,” Dan said when he came back down. “Happy to help…” He looked himself over the mirror and saw the white globs sinking into his shirt. “Just wish it wasn’t so messy…” There was a grin on his face as he looked back at Mr. Barson. 

“Hey,” I reopened the door making Dan jump. “Got everything packed up. You got the bill?” 

“Uhh… Yeah,” Dan shot around. He tried to cover some parts of his shirt but there was just too much everywhere. Plus there was no denying the smell. “All done.” 

Mr. Barson let out a laugh as he tried to look innocent. He stood up in his full glory. I look over and realized it must have been half way down his leg. ‘Shit!’ I screamed in my head. ‘That things fucking huge!’ But I kept my cool and tried to keep eye contact.

“Just don’t forget the tip,” he said grabbing my hand. He gave it a firm shake and I found a $20 bill in it when he was done. 

“You don’t have…”

“I insist. Dan’s already got his,” he laughed giving my partner a nice slap to the back. “I just want to make sure you guys are happy when you leave and hope you want to come back.”