It was Friday 22nd August 2025 and it was Bank Holiday weekend. The whole workforce was in holiday mood. The factory would shut down at 3 o'clock and reopen on Tues.
The factory was a large commercial laundry that supplied to hotel's and restaurants. It had four main sections that consisted of, The Sorting Room, The Washhouse and dryers section, The Press section and finally my section The Heat Wrap section.
It was all males that worked in the Washhouse. Age range 18 - 34. The Press section was all female Age range 18 - 62. The Sorting Room was mixed and the same age. The Heat Wrap section? Well, that was only one person.... Me. Age range 26.
The canteen seating arrangements always amused me. It would appear that some unwritten rule or some unknown force was insisting that each section claim their own area. This suited me perfectly. I was in my own corner just across from the guys. It helped with my fantasies and it gave me a good view of Garry.
Garry is 23. He has tight permed blonde hair with a slight wet look, hazel green eyes, a very slight rose colour to his face. He's fit, with some muscle that needed a workout. Maybe it was the view of his often noticeable package that I enjoyed and wanted.
It's lunchtime and the lads are sitting across from me. Five of them were in their own group making plans for a camping trip and Garry was one of them. Food, drink, wood, meeting point. Setting off tonight. They were all looking forward to it and let the rest of the factory know judging by their raised excited voices.
The five lads then went into whisper mode for a bit. The odd giggle now and again with plenty of loud laughter thrown in. "I would fuck it", hahaha "Fucking spit roast". "Fuck it guys, I think we should", More whispers and more laughter. I reckon they're telling dirty jokes.
There was still ten minutes left of the break when Garry came along and sat on the vacant chair opposite me.
"What are your plans for the weekend?" he asked.
"Nothing much, I think it'll be another quiet one" I replied.
"Do you not go to any gay bars or clubs?". Was his next question.
"Nope, done it for a couple of years but 'The Scene' just wasn't for me".
"Listen, me and the guys were thinking and we would love to have you come camping with us. C'mon it'll be a laugh. What else you doing?".
Truth be told I wasn't doing anything and this offer was tempting. Me, at least one mile away from civilization with five men.
"I would love to Garry but I don't have any camping gear and how would I get there". This was a true answer but deep down inside I was eager to go.
"I've got a spare sleeping bag and you can share my tent. I can pick you up at your place. Problem solved". It would seem Garry had all the answers.
He leaned forward and quietly whispered "You might get to feel my cock".
"So, what time you picking me up?". was my reply.
Garry gave a nod to the lads and they let out a cheer. We arranged pick up details and Garry went back to his table. For some strange reason each of the lads high fived Garry.
One of the lads shouted over "Remember Neil, we're going camping. I hope you like it rough".
Well funny you say that ... |
