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I followed Rick, the manager of PrintHouse, passing the massive industrial printers toward the Printer that I would be spending my summer working on. Rick had just offered me a job doing basic clean up duties on the printers- cleaning ink trays, helping to load new paper reels and general clean up in and around the machine. In my whole life, I knew printers to be little square boxes that sat on my desk next to my PC. These monsters were easily bigger than my parents two-bedroom house. They would surely supply with me with a good bit of hard labour over the weekend.
Rick raked his eyes over me and sized me up; "look Marlow, you look like you haven't gotten those perfect finger nails greasy before so if you can't pull your weight around here, I will find someone else who can." I trailed my eyes to the workers around me and I could see why Rick was skeptical. At 18, my clean shaven baby face, soft brown hair along with a lean waistline stood in stark contrast with a factory filled with older hardy men mostly with grizzly beards and a thick gut.
"Gareth!" The hulking giant picked his head up from the production sheet he was filling in and extended his hand toward me.
"This is Marlow, your new handy boy." Rick introduced us and Gareth's big paw gripped my much smaller one in a firm handshake. He wore blue coveralls with sleeves rolled up over his thick muscled forearms. His zipper was pulled down to just below his navel. This showed his incredible muscular and hairy body. He had a thick solid chest coated in soft black curls that ran over his slight protruding gut probably from the multiple beers after work. I could barely look at this marvelous piece of man meat in front of me so instead I pretended to be absolutely fascinated by the machinery.
Gareth showed me what my duties would be which basically entailed scraping up dried ink from the ink trays and mopping up spilled ink as well as helping him, the operator of the machine. It was by no means rocket science but it was a paid job. I found that if I averted my eyes from his glorious chest than I could concentrate on my job and Gareth didn't seem displeased with my work. He was mostly quiet except for when he was barking orders at me. This wasn't a bad thing; it was much better to indulge the silence with Gareth than dodging awkward girlfriend questions from the rest of the workers at lunch break. They were all convinced that such a "looker" would have the ladies lined up. Unfortunately, I would much rather have Gareth lined up.
The long 12 hour shift eventually came to its end and I found myself realizing that this job was not so bad after all. The majority of work was just cleaning up after a print job and setting up a new job. The rest of the time, we pretty much just watched the printer do its thing. I figured that Rick had made me stress for nothing. I had managed to get through an additional 50 levels of candy crush while I was supposedly watching these brown paper sugar bags pass my eyes at 300 meters per minute. So I was certain my lazy ass could make it through the summer here.
"Good job, I will see you tomorrow kid." Gareth patted my back and walked away leaving me feeling quite pleased with myself.
The next morning, I found Gareth lying on his back on a large piece of cardboard underneath the lowest ink tray. Today his coveralls zip was pulled down to his crotch so apart from being able to see his magnificent torso, I got to see that dark furry pubic hair and a tiny bit of the base of his cock. It was certainly thick; I was sure of that. He was too absorbed in his work to notice me and I ogled freely.
"Need help Gareth?"
"Morning kid, pass me the 13' spanner. This bloody protection guard is stuck so I can't start up the machine." I watched him struggle to fit the spanner around the head of the bolt while his other hand tried to simultaneously hold a spanner to the nut and try and pull down the protection guard.
"Fuck it, kid I need you come under here and pull the guard down while I loosen the nut." I surveyed the small crawl space underneath the tray skeptically. Gareth had pushed the ink buckets underneath the tray to one side and left just enough space for him to crawl in beside the buckets. I knelt down and used one hand to hold onto tray while I twisted my body upwards and grabbed hold of the protection guard, this helped to ensure a bit of space between Gareth's body and mine.
"Ok, yank it down kid." I pulled as hard as I could while Gareth worked. Still, the guard would not budge and in this position, I didn't have much leverage either. I tried again, this time with more force and I felt it slowly pull down. However, the guards were attached to loaded springs and I couldn't pull it into its locked position. Immediately, it snapped back and my hand slipped and I found myself collapsing into Gareth's body. His thick muscular body felt glorious underneath me, he was solid and strong. I inhaled his musky smell, a sweaty man had always been a turn on for me. My lips grazed his bearded cheek and I realized I my own tool was hardening far too quickly against him. I pushed my hand against chest and lifted myself up off him. Feeling his skin with my own hands was even better. His chest hair was lush and thick, I had to resist the urge to stroke his chest.
I gave him a questioning look and waited for him to tell me to get off but instead he said "just get on with it kid."
So I pretended to be uncomfortable and moved my hand further down his chest and made it look as if I just needed to get in a better position. I was merely maximizing the opportunity to feel up his chest. In all probability he knew exactly what I was doing but in this instance, I was not thinking clearly enough to rationalize my own thoughts leave alone his.
With better leverage, I gripped the guard and this time I managed to pull it down into its locked position. Even in this tense close proximity, we both let out a sign of relief. This position was awkward and both of our arms were clearly sore. I slowly I crawled backwards out from under the trays all the while sliding my hand down his torso until I had to let go and get myself up. I kicked myself for not roaming further down toward his crotch but I had never been a risk taker and there was no explaining crotch grabbing to a hardened man such as Gareth. Although he didn't complain much when I was feeling him up. On the other hand, he was probably just concentrating on me pulling the guard down and getting out of that awkward position.
For the rest of the day, I could not keep my eyes of Gareth. Everything he did seemed to turn me on. I would pop a boner every time I saw his biceps flex as he bent to pick something up. Once again, I needed to make use of some granny tit imagery just so that I wouldn't be walking around with a tent in my pants. Gareth was definitely more friendly with me, and he seemed just the slightest bit more talkative than he was before.
To be continued.
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