Clean the pool

It was Saturday, and you found the man poking through the garage as you entered through the front gate. He was dressed in sweat pants and nothing else. Bare-chested, you admit you've misjudged him earlier: he was a lot more muscular than you thought; the fat and fur hiding the considerable bulk he carried.

'You're early! Good man!'

'Morning, Mr. Parsons!' You called out.

Your instructions this morning were simple: clean the pool and clear out the back yard as best as you could. Unbelievably, the multi-million dollar mansion had sat vacant for about a year until about last week. You assessed the situation: It didn't look too bad, all in all. The grass needed a trip and the empty pool scrubbed. The patio furniture was in a pile under some sheets and you could have them set up in no time.

Before long, you were one again bare-chested in the afternoon sun: your tanned skin glistening with sweat.

A wolf whistle broke your reverie. Parsons was standing at the shallow end of the pool with a jug of lemonade in hand. He grinned, nodding towards your midsection as he made to sit down. It took you a moment to realize your shorts and underwear were sagging quite a big, exposing half your rump to the other male. You thanked him as you approached, taking the offered glass.

'Great work. I'll be throwing pool parties in no time.'

The two of you made small talk for a while before the conversation eventually stalled to nothingness.

'Say, you got a girl back home? Tell me about her.'

'No sir,' you grinned.

'What? Get outta here! Big guy like you?' He punched your shoulder.

'Well, we broke up last year. She went to Wichita State and I had to stay behind.'

'What about LA? Meet anyone special yet?'

'No, sir. Haven't had the time. And well... I don't think there's a girl out there that wants anything to do with a broke guy like me.'

'Nah, don't sell yourself short... You're a fine man, Owen. Any girl would be lucky to have you.' You jerked as his meaty hand settled on your thigh. You didn't know what made you do it, but in that instant, your gaze darted past Parson's thigh to his crotch. You could could make out the distinct outline of his manhood through the thin grey material. You could almost see the shape of his cut glands through the fabric. You tore your eyes away as Parsons spoke once more.

'The sky's the limit... You've just gotta believe.' he murmured as he stared down at the Los Angeles skyline.

For dinner, the two of you had takeout in front of Parson's new TV. You didn't know how big it was, but it dwarfed anything you'd ever seen in Best Buy. Briefly, you wondered if this was what it was like to have roommates: the two of you just shooting the shit. Parsons, as grizzled and rich as he was, was clad in only a pair of boxers. You too settled into a similar state of undress. Both of you were guys, right?

Much later, you crept downstairs for a glass of water. You confess it was difficult falling asleep in a room this big. Everything about your new accommodations was a night and day difference with the YMCA: too quiet and too comfortable. It would be a while before you settled in. You could hear the sounds of running water coming from the hallway bathroom. Parsons had mentioned he wanted to test all the bathrooms in the house just to make sure everything was working right. The door was ajar; a beam of light spilling across the floors and onto the walls opposite.

You would've paid the showering man no mind but your sensitive ears caught the sounds of grunts and panting. You stole a glance, your curiosity getting the better of you. You could see the beefy male nude in all his glory as he washed away the suds under the shower head. You already knew he had a strong barrel chest and thick arms, but now you could see with your own eyes that he had powerful thighs and a pert rump as well. You blinked as you drank in the sight of the other male's erect cock: so much larger than your own modest member. If you had to guess, it was easily nine inches long, and as thick as a beer can.

'Well, howdy pardner...' You paled as the other male grinned at you; waving his mammoth python at you.

You blubbered incoherently before high tailing it towards the kitchen. What the fuck were you doing gawking at your boss like that? Fuck... This was it. You were going to get fired. You poured yourself a glass of water, and then another as Parsons took his time showering. You could hear the man whistling tunelessly from the walkway just above you. He wasn't going to beat you to a pulp at least.

You braced yourself as the man slowly sauntered down the stairs in a bath robe.

'Enjoy the view?' the older male grinned as he fixed himself a glass of water.

'I-I'm sorry Mr. Parsons - I-I don't know-' You blubbered, your words not quite making sense.

He settled down in the seat next to you. 'I have a proposition for you - something I believe will be mutually beneficial. What say you?'

'Y-You're not mad?'

He smirked. 'Naw... On the contrary, I rather liked having an audience.' You gulped as your eyes traveled to his crotch. You couldn't see it but you knew that nine inch python was nestled somewhere underneath the folds of that bathrobe.

'Just hear me out first. If you want to leave and never come back, I'm okay with that. If you just want to continue the work I hired you for, I respect that as well. We'll put this all behind us and forget we ever had this conversation.' Parsons paused for a moment. 'You know what a sissy is?'

'N-No, sir?'

'Well, how do I put this... They're delicate boys... Cute... Affectionate... I think you'd make a pretty fine sissy. You stay here and be my sissy girl, and I'll put you in UCLA before the year is up. Would you like that?'

You couldn't believe the words coming from your mouth as you asked, 'W-What do I have to do?'

'Let me show you...' With that, Parsons slowly heaved his bulk off the stool before parting the folds of his bathrobe. You stared as his semi-hard cock as the older male exposed himself before you. He gestured for you to stand.

'Come here...' You had goosebumps as the older male drew you into an embrace: pressing his rising maleness against your navel. Feeling this much skin against you, alarm bells were going off in your head, but you didn't dare move. You let his hands rove over your well muscled back as he just groped you for a moment. He grinned gaily down at you before planting a scratchy smooch on your lips. He continued to kiss you delicately as your hands found his bare chest and the fur there. You didn't protest as his hands dragged your boxers down to grasp at your hardening maleness. You blushed as you realized just how small it felt tiny in his large meaty digits but Parsons was absolutely loving it.

'You want to be my sissy girl, Owen? We'll dress you in pretty things... Shave you nice and smooth... We'll dance and hug each other like this... You'll show me how you play with your little pee pee here... and if you're good, daddy will give you his special pacifier... You want that, baby girl?' He breathed into your ear before giving you another delicate smooch on your lips.

You moaned as he spanked your muscular rump, seizing a handful of your butt.

'Fuck yeah... You big muscle faggot... Gonna turn you into my sissy jock girl...'

Parsons released you with one last smooch. 'So, ready to give up being a big man?'