Mr. Barson gets his Carpets Cleaned Part 1

“Man this guy is so annoying,” Dan complained. “He always bitches that we don’t do a good enough job. He pretty much just says he wants us to come back out even though there isn’t anything to do. He better not do it again.”

I nodded in agreement. I really wasn’t sure what to expect. This was my first time going out to actually clean the carpets of someone’s house. Dan had gotten me the job but I wasn’t sure what all was expected of me. He told me to unload the machinery but most of it was insanely heavy. I wasn’t sure exactly how I was supposed to carry it all. My thin 120 pound frame made lifting anything a chore. Somehow I was supposed to lift and carry a 40 pound machine up a flight of steps; sometimes several. 

If I had a choice I would never have done this. However college was expensive and doing an arts degree seemed like a good idea at the time. Instead now I was in debt without a job and a degree no one was hiring for. Laughing at my own demise I set the machine on the ground. Luckily it had wheels but even getting it out of the van was a difficulty. I used all my strength and still almost dropped it. I was terrified something might have broken.

Dan slapped my back congratulating me, “That’s step one.” His laugh kind of pissed me off. If we hadn’t been friends before I probably wouldn’t be here though. He was the lucky one. Even though neither of us really played sports in high school he was a good 4 inches taller than me and weighed an extra 40 pounds. He complained it was all fat but he didn’t really have a belly. I think he just hated that he gained some weight after high school while I looked almost the exact same. 

Pulling the machine up the first couple of steps wasn’t too bad. Since some of the wheels were so large it didn’t take nearly as much strength to move as I thought it would. I looked up only to see Dan’s shit eating grin looking down at me. “Don’t say anything,” I scolded. 

“Whaaa… Me? Say anything?” he mocked. I glared at him as he knocked on the door. He still pretended like he wasn’t thinking anything but I could tell. He had a comment for everything. The door quickly opened and a large man was standing behind it. And by large I mean large. He must have been at least 6’4” bounding with muscles. He didn’t even need to flex and I could see the deep crevices made by the interlocking muscles. To say the least, I was a bit surprised.

However Dan wasn’t intimidated in the slightest, “Hello Mr. Barson. We’re here to clean some carpets?” 

The man smiled broadly, “Yeah! Right this way.” He led us through his mansion. There were so many large rooms I wasn’t sure what he could even use them for. I tried to ignore it and just keep my eyes forward. I didn’t want him to think I was planning on stealing anything. He continued talking to Dan about how he spilt his protein shake on the carpet and we needed to clean it up. Judging by his massive size; I was sure he was using more than just protein shakes.

“Oh this? This is easy to clean up,” Dan said. “Stains like these aren’t hard to get out at all. We just need to get some water and then we can get started.” Dan handed me the cloth bucket to fill up. I was still too busy staring at the muscles. 

Mr. Barson took notice right away. He laughed heavily and walked over to me, “Let me show you where you can fill up.” Without hesitation he threw me over his shoulder and started carrying me down the hallway. Shock filled my system quickly followed by arousal. I know he could feel my dick getting hard across his shoulder. I doubted that he cared much though.

Without a second thought he dropped me down in front of the kitchen sink. “Thanks,” I muttered. Embarrassment was slowly flooding my system. He stood across the counter from me spreading his legs to be closer to eye level.

“So you like muscle?” he asked. His voice filled with lust. My face turned bright red. “Gotcha,” he laughed. “I could tell when I first opened the door. You were too busy staring at these guns.” Mr. Barson flexed his massive biceps in front of me. They must have been at least 20 inches round. Not to mention his solid forearms too. The man really knew how to work his body out.

My face was still flushed. “Yeah. Bigger guys are just awesome. I always wanted to be one of the bigger guys in high school. The ones who had all the girls flock to them. Of course I would have rather it been other guys but it’s their body that I wanted to have. Just so I could be a big strong alpha type guy instead of this weak little nerd.” Mr. Barson looked at me with a bit of remorse. He probably never knew what kind of struggle I’d been through in high school.

“Don’t fret too much. You can always get bigger,” his large mitt of a hand patted me on the head. I wasn’t sure how that was supposed to help but it did make me feel a little better.

As the moment passed, Dan appeared in the hallway, “Come on small fry, let’s get this over with.” I laughed at the joke a little uncomfortably but Mr. Barson looked a lot more intense. He looked like he was planning something for some reason. I ignored the feeling and went back to help Dan.

I filled up the smaller portable carpet cleaning machine and watched as Dan started to vacuum up the chemicals he’d put down. Something was slightly bothering me though. “I thought you said Mr. Barson was a grumpy old man?”

Dan looked up as the machine roared to life. “What? Why would I say that? Mr. Barson is awesome. He’s like one of the best customers we have. He calls us out all the time. He’s really cool. And besides the jobs are usually even easier than this one. I don’t know where you got that from.”

Suddenly I started to realize how stupid of a thing to say that was. I don’t even know where I got it from. I just stayed silent for a few moments.

“So when are you going to start driving the van?” Dan asked. His tone was a bit harsher than I expected it to be. However I didn’t want to be in charge of such a large vehicle; especially on my first day. 

Suddenly though my mood began to change. I was going to show him that I could take the initiative. “I can drive it all day. It’s not a problem to me.” As the words came out of my mouth I almost couldn’t believe them. They felt full of confidence but also a tad arrogant. 

“Alright man. It was just a joke,” he backed off a little. I wasn’t sure what had just happened. The more I thought about it the more I realized that it wasn’t that weird. He normally did that. All I had to do was act serious and he’d shut up. “Can you go get me some more water?” Dan held up the bucket. 

“Sure thing little buddy,” he smiled uncomfortably at my condescending nickname. However he knew not to say something. It came out so naturally but felt a little off. I wasn’t sure what was going on. As I walked down the hall there seemed to be something a little different. I wasn’t feeling nearly as nervous as I had when I started the day. Really there wasn’t any reason for me to be nervous though. With a body like this I didn’t have to take anything from anyone. Well someone like Mr. Barson was a bit unexpected. I wasn’t used to having to look up to people. Being 6’2” most people looked up to me. However he must be like 6’5” and way more jacked. 

There was a mirror at the end of the hall. I stopped in front of it just to check myself out. It’s vain I know but I just look so damn good. I just had to flex a little. This house had great lighting. I was just pissed that I couldn’t flex too hard. The large shirt I was wearing clearly wouldn’t be able to contain everything. Jason hadn’t thought of buying XXL shirts. He’s running a small business and probably never thought he’d have someone as big as me working for him. I smirked remembering Jason’s face as I entered the door. He’d never seen anyone this big. 

Returning to the kitchen was taking a lot longer than it should have though. I didn’t care though. Dan had to wait anyway. There wasn’t any need to rush. Refilling the bucket didn’t take that long anyway. Mr. Barson sat at his kitchen table staring at his computer. He looked up and grinned. It was like the first time he’d seen me. I ignored it and started filling up the bucket. He stood up again and stood across the counter. “So how are you feeling?”

The question caught me off guard but I didn’t show it. “You know feeling pretty good. I just wish my clothes fit a little better. They didn’t have anything at the shop that fit me right.”

“They look pretty damn good though,” Mr. Barson had a deep baritone laugh, “Really shows off your pecs.” He slapped one of my pecs with the back of his hand. “And some real nice arms. Bet you got some great abs hidden under there too.” I lifted up my shirt to show him. We both laughed. 

“Yeah I’ve been training since I was 16. Ten years of this and it really can make you big. I wanted to be a bodybuilder then found out you make more doing porn.” That was probably too much information but Mr. Barson wasn’t fazed at all. He just laughed again. 

“So what brings you to carpet cleaning?”

Even though he asked the question it felt like he had an idea of what the answer was. “Oh just to help a friend out. Dan said he needed someone to help him out. He said there’s someone they needed to fire so I applied. Don’t really need the money but I’m not about to turn it down.” 

“Good on you man. Glad to hear you’re such a good friend,” Mr. Barson gave me a high five. In the corner of the room I could see Dan again.

His angry eyes shot over to me. He tried to be intimidating but I never really felt it. He was like 5’10”. He says 6 foot but there was no way he was only 2 inches shorter than me. “Anyway back to work,” I chimed as I carried the bucket back to the room we were cleaning. Dan didn’t say anything. He turned the machine back on.

He continued rinsing the spot in silence. I found another mirror and started flexing again. I could feel the seams of the shirt ready to bust at any moment. I loved feeling the tight fabric cling to my muscles. Dan looked up and just glared. “Can you stop ogling yourself and come help me?”

“Sure. Didn’t know there was anything to do.”

“There’s really not much to do. I just don’t want to be sitting here in silence while you jerk off to your muscles.” It made sense. The stain was cleaning up nicely but still needed more work. I kneeled down next to him. “I didn’t realize you were so obsessed with muscle,” Dan chided.

“And what’s wrong with that?” I was a little taken aback. Having muscle is awesome. There’s an unwritten respect between guys who have muscle and don’t.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit dumb? Muscles aren’t that great,” Dan continued rinsing the spot. “I don’t get why guys like you like them so much.”

“That’s cause you don’t have em,” Mr. Barson was standing in the doorway. ‘Was he taller?’ the thought crossed my mind but instantly left as he rubbed my shoulder. “Isn’t that right, boy.”

“Yeah of course. Being this big is awesome!” I added with a flex. However my shirt couldn’t take that much and ripped in the back. “Shit…” I muttered as Dan shook his head. 

Mr. Barson was too busy laughing. “Don’t worry bout it boy. Go ahead and take it off. I don’t mind.” Without hesitation I tore at my shirt. It didn’t stand a chance against my muscles. My white sleeveless shirt clung tightly to my chest as well. Dan just shook his head not saying anything. “You really don’t like muscle do you kid?”

“Not really,” Dan’s voice trailed off. “If anything I wouldn’t mind losing some weight. This is starting to bother me.” He gripped his little belly and went back to work. It didn’t take Dan long to finish and he told me to go and pack everything up.