The Biggest, Part 1

This story idea was the biggest vote-getter of my March poll, but since it only won by one vote, I'm also going to include the second most popular story later this week.

Here is part 1...part 2 coming soon! 

March 26

I got big news today. The biggest, really. My name’s Alec, and I work for a landscaping company doing lots of mowing and weeding and stuff like that, but my career goal has always been to become a landscape designer. I think I’ve got a pretty good eye for making spaces feel perfectly suited for the owners, but my asshole boss Bruce always shuts me down. Whenever I offer a suggestion that I think will improve a client’s lawn or garden, he tells me stop daydreaming and get back to work…although I know he has, on several occasions, taken my ideas directly to those same clients and passed them off as his own. He really is a dick.

But today, I don’t think that’s going to matter much longer. You see, thanks to my kindly apartment complex manager, I’ve been in charge of the garden area in our common area for the past couple years, and I've been posting photos of the results on Instagram. It’s kind of eclectic and fun, and the other tenants have said it definitely brightens up the area behind the building. Mostly I just do it to keep my creative juices flowing, but I have managed to get a few odd jobs from my feed followers who like what they see.

And today – well, today I got a DM from Troy Franklin! You remember Troy, right? He played tight end for the Rams for 15 years before becoming a sports commentator for a decade. Yes, that Troy – the tall, dreamy guy with all the muscles. Anyway, he reached out, said he liked my stuff, and wondered if I was available for a project at his home. I guess he retired last year and built a new place up in Escondido, and he needs someone to design the landscaping from scratch. Can you fucking believe it? He asked me!

I’m freaking out as I wait to hear from his assistant to set up a call to chat more. Fingers and toes crossed that this all works out!

April 9

I just got off the phone with Troy, and he was so nice! God, I’m like shaking from the excitement. He said he loved what he saw on my Insta, and he asked if I could come up to his place in a few weeks to get my thoughts on what I could design. His assistant is going to send me a bunch of photos and dimensions for both the front and back yards so I can put some thoughts together, and then I’ll actually get to go over and meet him in person. That’s gonna be the hard part for me – Troy is unbelievably sexy…yeah, he’s like 45 and has that salt and pepper hair, but I’ve always been attracted to the daddy types. Especially when they have big muscles like Troy. Hopefully I can go the whole meeting without getting a stiffy.

Update – I got the email from his assistant, and Troy’s place is HUGE! It’s not just a house and a yard, it’s a mansion and an estate! I’m going to have to spend every spare second of my free time to come up with plans for all the space he has.

April 23

Today was the day I met Troy, and I have two things to share. First, he really seemed to love my ideas. Like, he really LOVED them. The man couldn’t have been more enthusiastic when I told him about the different concepts for the gardens, the rockery, and even the individual plants I would choose. He told me about the kinds of things he was hoping for, and I was able to expand on those ideas and discuss how I would incorporate into my grand plan. 

Overall, the conversation could not have gone better, and by the end of it, he had hired me to make it a reality. I’m really over the moon – my first real landscape design position is finally happening! And thankfully, that means I can quit working for Bruce.

Now the other big piece of news – Troy still has the handsome face and the great hair, but he’s also a lot bigger than I anticipated! I’m a fairly decent-sized guy at 6’0 and 190 pounds, and I stay in pretty good shape thanks to all the manual labor I do. But Troy makes me look like a little kid – he’s at least 6’4” and THICK all over. Yeah, he’s still got muscles from his playing days, but I guess retirement must be going well because he’s added at least 50 pounds of fat since leaving his broadcasting job a year ago. 

He’s got big arms, broad shoulders, a barrel chest, a bloated gut, a plump ass, Herculean legs – just BIG everything! I felt like I was standing next to a mountain the whole time. And let me tell you – he’s even sexier than he was before. Goddamn if that extra weight doesn’t suit him very, very well. He was wearing a tight gray tank top which showed all his bulges, and a pair of mid-thigh shorts that looked like they may have been comfortable about 20 pounds ago, but Troy’s big ass was threatening to burst through the back of it as we walked around.

We agreed I would get started in two weeks, since Troy would be out of town until then, and I had to give notice at my old job. Fuck, a new job and a super hot boss - I'm so lucky!

May 7

I immediately emailed my two weeks’ notice to Bruce, and I thought for sure he was going to fire me as soon as he read it, but surprisingly he kept me on. He gave me the shittiest duties, of course, but at least I still got paid while I waited to get started at Troy’s.

Today was my first day back at the mansion, and although I was very excited, I was a bit nervous, too. I knew this was the break of a lifetime, and I didn’t want to screw it up. But the second big, beefy, smiley Troy came bounding out of the front door wearing another tight tank top and pair of shorts, all the anxiety melted away. He introduced to me some other members of his staff, had me fill out some online paperwork so I could get paid, and then set me up with a small office in the pool house from which I could coordinate all the work. He then left me to get started, and I got one last look at his big ol’ butt as he strode back into the main house.

The rest of the day was a bit of blur – I took a lot of measurements and made a lot of calls to different nurseries nearby – and I thought a lot about Troy’s ass with a big smile planted on my face the whole time.

May 21

The most delicious thing that has happened so far is that I got to hire a crew to do all the work for the landscaping, and so I gave Bruce a call. He couldn’t afford to pass up such a big job, so he had to say yes – and now he has to work for me! Ha! Of course, I wasn’t doing it for him, but really as a way to make sure all my old coworkers were able to make some big bucks this summer, and to make sure they were treated right. I asked Troy if I could buy them some snacks and drinks to keep them well-fed and well-hydrated, and he insisted that I do whatever necessary to make them happy. He told me I could stock the kitchen in the pool house with whatever refreshments they would like, and he gave me a credit card to pay for it all. He also told me to coordinate with his personal chef to set up a lunch spread for the guys to eat each day, so they wouldn’t have to worry about driving back into the main part of town to get a good meal.

My pals at the landscaping company were overjoyed with the accommodations provided – so many of their wealthy clients would spend a fortune on their plants, but they wouldn’t spend a few extra dollars for food for the crew. Everyone was very happy that could go into the pool house whenever they wanted, grab a Coke or a Fanta, and then sit down on the patio furniture in the shade and enjoy a big gourmet meal.

June 4

OK, I’m settling into my new routine, and overall things are going great. The designs are coming together well, and Troy has been very happy with the progress that’s been made. I will say it’s strange for me not to be doing the actual work, though – I’ve been employed as either a gardener or landscaper since I got out of high school ten years ago, and I’m used to a very physical workday. So this new life of overseeing labor – and writing purchase orders, sending emails, and making phone call – is quite foreign to me. I feel like I should be doing more, even when I’m already doing a lot. 

Mainly I just sit in my office in the pool house all day and do my work, but it is nice because I get to chat with the my ex-coworkers when they come in for their snacks. I also started having lunch with them each day…and damn, Troy’s chef, Aldo, makes some really good food. Even when he’s doing something simple like sandwiches, Aldo takes a lot of care to make them very flavorful. Both yesterday and today I had two because I honestly couldn’t resist them.

June 18

More big news…it was getting to be a drag driving home to my apartment each evening and then returning to the mansion bright and early the next morning, so Troy suggested I relocate (at least until the job was finished) into the pool house. He wasn’t planning to have any guests over until the landscaping was done anyway, so it made sense to him that I take advantage of the spare bedroom here. It allowed me to spend less time in my car and a little more time relaxing after some of my stressful days, and it allowed me to get a big ol’ eyeful of Troy when he would come down to swim a few laps in the early evenings. Given how thick and tall he was, the man had to weight at least 300 pounds, but it was a perfect mix of muscle and fat that made him look like a powerlifter…or perhaps a very, very offseason bodybuilder.

I’d watch Troy from inside the pool house, usually while I was chomping down on some of the food left over from lunch, or some of the snacks that we had purchased for the guys. My left hand would be stuffing the food into my mouth, and my right hand would be firmly grasped around my cock. Troy would walk up to the pool, take off his tank top, and rub his hands along his bloated belly…sometimes pushing it out as far as it would go, just to see how big it had grown. God that would turn me on! Sometimes he’d also rub his pecs, or flex his beefy biceps, and I would wonder if he was checking himself out or showing off how large he’d gotten…or maybe a little bit of both. Then he’d take off his shorts to reveal the skimpy Speedo that would be barely visible underneath his bulk and dive into the pool. After swimming laps for 15-20 minutes, he’d slowly climb back out, huffing and puffing from the exertion, and then drag his ex-jock body back to his house.

By then I would have finished all the snacks and at least two orgasms. For some reason the masturbation always made me even hungrier, so I’d clean myself up and wander up to see what desserts Aldo had left in the kitchen. Sometimes I’d get lucky and there’d be a whole pan of fresh chocolate chip cookies I could devour, or a plate of his spectacular cream cheese brownies. I would often think about doing a little swimming of my own to burn off the calories from these treats, but I’d always end up back in bed fantasizing about Troy instead.