Mr. Barson gets his Carpets Cleaned Part 3

It didn’t take long for Mr. Barson to have us coming back out there. It seemed like it was almost a weekly thing. Jason was just happy for the business. Just having a consistent customer who didn’t complain was enough to make any boss happy. It made his job so much easier. 

We pulled up to the house just like usual and knocked on the door. It was only supposed to be a spot removal but knowing him there could have always been more. Jason practically gave us the entire day to do it so I figured the spot may have been a bit bigger than the usual ones we did. 

The door opened and Mr. Barson appeared in the doorway. “Hey guys,” his happy demeanor could brighten just about anyone’s day. “Sorry bout calling you back so soon. Figured I’d be okay with it… But the more I look at the spots the more I just want them cleaned up.”

“Nah… It’s not a problem. That’s kind of our job. If we weren’t cleaning your house we’d be cleaning someone else’s,” I joked back.

“That’s what I like to hear!” he pulled me under his arm and swung me around. Mr. Barson was the only person who could make me feel small. But that’s just because he was so huge. If I didn’t see him there’s no way I’d believe it. Even at 6’5” and 270 pounds of nearly pure muscle he could swing me around like it was nothing. It’s just he was close to 7 foot and I couldn’t fathom how much he probably weighed. All I could tell was that every part of him was big and it bulged. 

He calmed down finally loosening his grip. In the corner of my eye Dan was over there feeling himself up. Obviously he was trying to be discrete but it wasn't working. His eyes were wide watching me get manhandled. “You like that?” I asked towering over him. Dan’s mouth dropped open thinking about what to say. He just shook his head but his face went red. “I’m just jokin man. It’s alright.” I pulled him under my arm trying to get him to relax. “I don’t mind.”

Dan’s body relaxed a little bit. He just let out a light mutter that it was okay. “Should we get started?”

“Right. Let’s get started,” Mr. Barson said leading us into his house. He took us to one of the back rooms. “So here it is… I had a party and some of the guys got a little too.. Err… ‘Excited.’ And well now there’s a bit of a mess…”

There were several large gray spots on the carpets around the couch and the walls. “So what are they? Beer?” I leaned down trying to sniff one of them.

“No…” Mr. Barson muttered.

“What like white wine? Or is it salsa?”

“No…” Mr. Barson almost looked a little embarrassed. “It’s uhh… Cum…”

‘Cum!?! What kind of parties is this guy having!?’ I shouted in my head. I was more worried about what my face might have shown than anything. “Oh? That’s easy to clean up. Just need and enzyme and it’ll come right up.”

“Yeah?” Mr. Barson smiled. “That’s great. I was worried it’d be really hard to get up. If you need anything just ask.”

I wiped some sweat off my brow realizing that it was starting to get hot in the room. “Uhhh… I know this is weird but do you have the A/C on? Cause it’s starting to get kind of hot…”

“Oh I guess it is… Let me go check. It should be…” Something about the way he said it sounded like a lie. I ignored it. It’s not like he had a reason to lie to us. 

“Thanks,” I smiled. “We’ll go get the small portable and be right back.” Dan and I walked outside to the van. “Damn it was getting hot in there…”

“I’m glad you said something,” Dan added. He grabbed one of the enzymes and the hoses for the small portable. “I'm already sweating…” 

“Yeah hopefully he gets it fixed… It’s going to be hell if he can’t…” I muttered carrying the small portable inside. We headed to the kitchen to start filling up the tank with water. 

“Bad news guys…” Mr. Barson paused for dramatic effect. “A/C’s busted…” He was already sweating too. His shirt tightened against his chest and when he turned around it was dripping down his back. The big guy easily radiated heat. It was probably that much more unbearable for him. “But I’ll try to find some fans or something so at least the air is moving. But I can’t do much more…”

“It’s alright…” Dan tried to keep his eyes off of Mr. Barson’s chest. Sweat was already coating his shirt and sticking to his massive pecs. 

“It’s not…” he said back. “It’s a terrible condition to work in. But if you guys need water or anything feel free to grab it.” Mr. Barson leaned forward and started to remove his shirt. It was a bit of a struggle as his muscles fought over space to get the fabric off. “And feel free to make yourselves more comfortable. I know it’s hot. But I wouldn’t mind if you want to get out of your uniform.”

“Oh thank God…” I muttered removing the polo from my body. Sweat was already soaking into my sleeveless white undershirt. “I’m just glad you're so cool about this.”

Dan’s eyes were still tracking the giant as he walked down the hall. I figured he didn’t hear me but eventually he gave me an affirmative sound. “Yeah… He’s really cool…”

I grinned knowing exactly where his mind was at. “So you going to take that polo off?”

“Nu-Nuh-nuhooo…” he finally made out. “I forgot to wear an undershirt today…”

“Oh?” I cocked an eyebrow. “How bout I take mine off. Would that make you feel more comfortable?” He stared at my uncovered arms and shoulders as I took the second shirt off. It lifted over my head and tossed it to the ground. His eyes went from my abs to my chest to my shoulders and back to my abs. He couldn’t get enough then he darted his eyes away. The hoses he was holding went from the side of his body to the front. “Thanks man.” I smiled and gave him a pat on his back.

“I didn’t say anything!” he said defensively.

“Didn’t have to,” I laughed. He followed close behind me. I could tell he was still trying to figure out a way to deny what he was thinking. Just staring at the sweat glistening off my smooth body was enough to get him hard. It wasn’t hard to tell. He’d get so embarrassed and couldn’t think of what to say.

Dan started treating some of the spots as I hooked the hoses up to the small portable. It was getting way hotter than I thought it would be. It’d only been about twenty minutes since we’d gotten into the house but whatever cool air had completely disappeared. I could feel my body starting to sweat even more. I ran my hand over them trying to clean off some of the sweat. It didn’t really do too much. 

I look up and see Dan staring back at me. His attention went straight back to the spots. I grinned at his embarrassment. A nasty thought entered my mind. I flipped off my tennis shoes and pulled down my pants. “Mr. Barson told us we could get comfortable,” I gave the unnecessary reason to Dan. 

He looked up and stared. “I-I-I don-don’t th-thi-think he meant that com-comfortable,” Dan finally made out. He tried to look back down at the carpet but his eyes followed back up to my body. I may not have worked out that day but I could tell he still enjoyed what he was seeing. My defined muscular body sent him wild and this was the first time he’d seen it nearly in the nude. 

“Oh? You think he’d mind if I was this comfortable?” I goaded him with a flex. “You think this is too comfortable?” I added a slap to the muscle testing its strength. Even though he was already on the ground Dan fell onto his butt. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. I was loving every second of it. 

“I’d say you’re probably getting too comfortable,” he uttered. “Shouldn’t we get this cleaned up?”

I wasn’t about to let him change the subject. “Mr. Barson didn’t say how comfortable we could get. Maybe you should try it?” I grin at him adding another flex. Sweat is still adding to my body but it glistens in the light. Dan stares at me intently but his eyes look over my shoulder for a second. His face changed. He looked confident. The nervousness seemed to leave his body as he started crawling towards me.

“Woah…” a sudden panic overcame me seeing him getting closer to me. He’d never been like this before. I took a step back and tripped against the small portable. “What are you doing?” Slowly I stumbled down to the ground. Even with controlling my descent the there was a bit of a boom. “Wha-What are you doing?” I repeated. Dan was right next to me.

“Getting comfortable,” he grinned. His hand ran up the side of my leg. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” He was getting closer to my underwear.

“No…” I lied. I don’t know what else I would have wanted though. Why would I be so intent on showing off to him if not to do anything? ‘A joke?’ I reasoned with myself but watching him get so into it was turning me on. 

“Oh?” he taunted me. His hands made their way onto my underwear and he started pulling them down. “Kind of hard to hide this thing without any pants on.” 

“Dan… You don’t have…” but he pulled them all the way off. My dick flopped into the air fully exposed. 

Dan stared down at the thick stick pointing at him. “You’re almost as big as Mr. Barson.”

The complement hit me hard. My dick bounced hearing him compare me to that man. “Yeah?” I said in a hazed state. It was getting harder to think. All I could think about at the moment was sex. I just wanted to fuck something.

“Yeah,” Dan whispered next to my face. He was right up next to me. I could feel his breath on me. He leaned in more and rubbed his face against my chest. “So big and strong…” His hand ran over my pecs and down my abs. It kept going down until it landed on my dick. “And so hard…” he grasped it. In his small hand it felt so much bigger.

“Yeah...?” I mumble. Dan started stroking it. Each stroke felt so long. His small hand could barely even fit around it. With my big calloused hands it felt so average even almost small but under his I couldn’t believe it. I could feel each of his fingers going up and down my thick cock. Each stroke underneath his soft hands felt so good.

“Yeah…” he moaned. “You’re so hot…” I was. “You could have anyone you wanted. All you gotta do is a little flex and people all over come running. Even guys who never even thought about it. You can make them so hard…” He kept stroking my dick as he was talking. Each one was getting me closer.

“Yeah…” I groaned and then grunted. “I fuck all kinds of guys.”

“You make them your bitch.” My cock bounced again. “And they beg you for it.”

I let out another, “yeah…” because all I could think about was how in college I’d gone through so many different guys. Dan seemed to know my favorite. The big macho guys who claimed never to want to fuck a dude let alone get fucked by one. I could peg them by the end of the night. I’d see their eyes drift away from the girl they were desperately trying hook up with and zone in on me. A little flex and a nod and they’d almost be undressing as they crossed the room to talk to me. 

Leading them somewhere private was always so hard because their hands would be all over me. But I could usually get the door closed before they pulled in for a kiss. Clothes would fly off and then they’d beg for me to fuck them. 

“Oh… OH… OH!” I bellowed out as cum shot from my dick. “SSSHHhhhIT!” I added as pump after pump of cum exploded from my dick. Little by little I could feel more of it spew from my body. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” I looked around for something to catch it into. I quickly came out of my haze as I heard laughter behind me. 

“I see you’re good at getting comfortable,” Mr. Barson kept laughing.

I turned around seeing the big man fill the doorway. He had to duck under to fit in. “Mr. Barson! I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” I gathered up my underwear and pants and pulled them closer to me covering up. 

“Don’t worry bout it bud,” he slapped me on the back. “Not a problem. I see Dan just wanted to help you feel at home. But it looks like you got nearly all the spots.” I looked around seeing the room was cleaned up. “Well… All but that new one.” He added a laugh as he said it. “But I’m sure since it’s nice and fresh it shouldn’t be hard to clean up. 

I was still amazed that everything cleaned up so easily. I couldn’t even remember cleaning. “Yeah… Yeah!” The second came out with more authority. Not hard to clean up at all. I looked down and realized just how big of a spot I had made. ‘Old faithful’ seemed like an apt nickname. “Won’t take long at all.” 

I went straight to work and started cleaning it up. It wasn’t hard. Still being a little wet made it that much easier to do. Dan was right up next to Mr. Barson watching me. I felt a little uncomfortable from what had just happened. It was kind of embarrassing but neither one seemed to mind. I finished up and stood up.

“Great job son,” Mr. Barson complemented. As he said it he paused. There was a bit of dead air as he lead me back to the front door. It was like he was thinking about something else when he said it. I knew Dan was a pretty good husband but the way he looked at me felt kind of weird. “I’ll make sure to call you back soon.” He handed me the check and some extra cash.

“Thank you,” I said back. “You're such a great dude.”