SLAVKO - FALA DOBRO [04/22/2000]

I had decided that after a few years travelling around the country that it was time for me to pick a place to live and settle down. It was a big decision because for years I had enjoyed all the freedom in the world. I didn't own anything and I really didn't accomplish much but I had many great experiences. However, my desire to stabilize won out and I quit my travelling job and took a job in town.

It turned out that settling down was tougher than I thought. I wasn't use to having to pay rent and pay for a car. As a result, I changed jobs a couple of times moved a couple of times in the first couple of years. I had taken jobs that involved local travel and I hated it. So I took a factory job.

The place was horrible. It was hot, heavy, dirty work. I was very athletic even though I really hadn't had a real job in almost 5 years. So the heavy, hot part didn't bother me. It was the dirty part. I use to get absolutely filthy every day. But I got use to it and after a year I actually began to love my job. Until the day that a new maintenance mechanic was hired. His name was Slavko. He was about 55 and had the body of a 30 year old. The only thing that gave away his age was his thinning hair and a greying moustache. His face bore the signs of someone who had worked outside for a long time. It was leathery and his natural colour gave him the look of a perpepual tan.

Since the company provided uniforms, he was always dressed in blue work pants and a short sleeved light blue work shirt. Both the shirt and pants were ill fit for his body and I immediately fell in love. Everytime he worked on my machine or was even nearby, I would stare at his tight pants and shirt. It was always hot in the plant so he always had a couple of buttons undone and I could see his sweat laden chest hair. He also had a few tatoos on his forearm that made him look incredibly masculin.

As it turned out he was a genuine genious. He was eccentric in his habits. Always clean and always producing great work. That's how I wound up where I am today. I use to work harder when he was around and went out of my way to make sure that he noticed me. I got recognized for all the wrong reasons. I was given a promotion because of my hard work. They thought I was doing it for the company but I had other reasons. But what the heck; it gave me a chance to actually work with Slavko. Life was sweet.

Slavko become somewhat of a friend with me. We spoke all the time and because of him I always strived to be the best I could be. Every day I would spend as much time as possible dedicated to seeing Slavko bend over in front of me. Every time he would bend over to fix a machine or lean over to inspect something and I was lucky enough to be in the right position, I would get a glimpse of his great package. He was a big man, everwhere that was visible, so I could only imaging how his cock and balls would look. Unfortunately for me, there was no way that I would ever be able to do anything about it because Slavko was very straight.

About a year later the company installed new locker rooms and showers. With the change in facilities there came a better opportunity to see Slavko in the nude. Most of the guys took showers at the end of the day and I was able to sneak the odd peek at some of the good looking guys. But Slavko never took showers and he never used the urinals. He would undress to his boxers and that was the best I'd ever seen. I was so obsessed with him that I use to wait for him to go to the locker room and I would time my walk through the department at the same time. He never suspected a thing.

Throughout the next year I became quite close to Slavko and we got along really great. I gave him the chance to do what he wanted to change machines that had been the same way for 30 years. Nobody in the plant believed that Slavko could be as good as what I told them he was. Not only was it enough to watch him work because he was great looking; he was amazing to watch as he fixed and improved the equipment. We worked well as a team; he as the maintenance mechanic and me as the shift supervisor. That year I helped him quit smoking which made him very grateful and took our relationship to a different level. He usually kept pretty much to himself and nobody knew him as well as I did and I hardly knew him.

Slavko began to tell me about all kinds of things that made me love him and want him even more than ever. He had survived the second world war in Yugoslavia but not without getting shot twice. The tatoos that he had on his arm were prison numbers that were put there during the war. He spent a couple of years in a military prison or concentration camp of some sort. He could spin tales of that time that were better than anything I'd ever heard. What a life he had behind him!

I was on the afternoon shift cycle and arrived at work around 3 and was called to my bosses office. He informed me that Slavko had been accused of sexual advances towards one of the plant women. I was shocked because I knew the woman and I knew Slavko. She was a bit obese and slutty and I think she really wanted him but he ignored he and she was trying to get even. My boss asked me to sit in the meeting and hear the evidence from both sides. As it turned out, Slavko admitted to kissing her on the cheek but insisted that it was just a gesture of gratitude and nothing more. I believed him because I knew him and his background would never allow him to attack somone. The company fools that they were, didn't agree and slapped Slavko with a warning. He was devastated and went into a long depression that lasted for months. I went to Slavko's defence and even though I finally got everyone to see that it was a mistake, he never really got over it. Even when the girl admitted that she knew he meant nothing, he still showed signs of depression. The only bright spot was that he always treated me as if everything was okay. He was very glad to have me as a friend on his side and would often confide in that I was the only one smart enough to have known the truth.

A couple of years later, Slavko was doing something he shouldn't have been doing and he got a hernia. It didn't seem to bother him to much so he let it along for a long time. Until one day when he couldn't stand it any longer and decided to go to a surgeon and get it repaired. He was going to be off work for three weeks and I was sorry to see him go. I missed him a lot and wanted to go see him so I went to personnel and found out where he lived. I already had his phone number because it was on the emergency call in sheet. I was going to just drop by one day but the more I thought about it the worse it sounded so I decided just to call and wish him well.

Slavko didn't sound at all surprised to hear my voice when I called. I realized that he must have thought of me as more of a friend that I thought. It was the only time that I had ever made a social call on him. He told me about his upcoming hernia operation and how much he hated being home. He asked me to drop by if I had the time and I jumped at the chance. I was still on the afternoon shift so I asked him if it would be okay to drop by around 11 in the morning. He said it was fine and so I made a date to visit him the next day.

I let Slavko give me directions but I knew exactly where he lived. He lived with his wife of 30 years in a second floor apartment, not far from the plant. I arrived at 11 sharp and knocked on the door. I was expecting Slavko's wife to answer but it was Slavko himself. He let me in and immediatly took me to the living room. He put his arm around my shoulder in a gesture of friendship and walked with me to the livingroom. I knew it was only a friendly gesture but I loved it and wished it were more. We sat and talked for about an hour, over coffee and some cakes that his wife had made. She worked during the day wouldn't get home till 4.

It was shortly after noon hour and I didn't want to wear out my welcome so I started to wind down the conversation, hoping that Slavko would insist I stay. But he didn't and all of a sudden I found myself heading for the door with Slavko showing me the way. All the while we talked, the hernia subject never came up so as I was heading for the door I asked him about it. He stopped in the hallway and began to tell me all about the operation and how it came to pass that he had to get the operation. He told me that the hernia was located right about here (pointing to the area just to the side of his cock but on his abdomen not in the usual place).

When he told me that it was starting to cause him pain, I asked whether it hurt now and he said no. He told me that it only hurt once in a while and normally it doesn't bother him at all. He said that it didn't even hurt to press on it most of the time. Then he stunned me with, "would you like to see it?". He started to undo his pants before I could finish my reply. I stared in awe and anticipation as he so calmly just pulled is pants down to his knees, shorts and all. There was no bit by bit action, just open and drop. Like my jaw. He stood there looking down at his hernia which I gave a glance to but kept being pulled to his sagging balls and a 4 inch long cock that hung straight down and with about half the tip of its head showing from its ample foreskin.

His hernia was about the size of a tea bisquit and was about 3 inches to the side of his pubic hair. Slavko gently rubbed it in a manner to show both its location and the fact that it was painless. His voice was a distant noise as I stared at his hernia and cock and balls. I was only a foot or so away when I asked if I could feel it. Slavko pulled up his shirt a bit and clasped it to his stomach then answered, "yes". I reached out and placed 3 fingers on the lump and gently massaged it. In the most clinical voice and tone that I could do, I asked him if he felt any pain. He said no so I increased the pressure slightly and widened my circles and asked again. This time he said no again but added, "it feels okay". But the way he said it sounded different. He sounded like he had just admitted to doing something really bad. His voice was much quieter than normal and he continued to clasp his hands against his belly.

I wasn't receiving any wishes for me to stop and I frantically tried to think of another question to ask. "The only place I've ever known anyone to have a hernia is here" I said as I moved my hand and cupped his balls. I then moved it back to his hernian and placed my hand on it and said, "not here" and waited for his response. He just let out a slight giggle and then said that he didn't need bigger balls. After hearing that I changed the tone of my next question to one of impishness. I moved my hand again and with all the courage I could muster I grabbed his cock and said, "and for sure you don't need this to be any bigger". Before I could remove my hand, Slavko grabbed it and squeezed it while it was still wrapped around his cock.

I looked up at him; he being about 4 inches taller than me, and he looked down at me and stared. He continued to squeeze my hand then with his free hand he hooked me around the back of the neck and pulled me forward. I was trying to figure out if he was mad and was going to kill me or was he making an advance. I barely had time to wonder about it because Slavko covered the last few inches and began to kiss me on the lips. My world was spinning as I wrapped my arms around him after he let go of my hand. He began to hug and kiss me without inhibition.

His tongue tasted of coffee cake as he drove it into me. I was completely aroused and wildly explored every inch of his wondrous body. We continued to maul each other in the hallway for a few more minutes before we hustled off to his bedroom. The bed was made so we through our clothes on the floor and got on. I was on my back and Slavko was over me. I could see his hard cock falling from its host and couldn't wait to get some of it. Straddling over me, Slavko continued to kiss me. He had developed a hip rhythm that made his cock slap against my balls. It was enough to almost make me cum but I fought off the need and tried to squirm away from his grip and get to his cock with my mouth.

To my great delight, I didn't have to do anything. Slavko stepped off the side of the bed and grabbed me by the feet and pulled me to the middle of the bed. I was impressed with his ability to throw me around like a ragdoll. He jumped back up on the bed and straddled me again but this time we were in a 69. He let his cock hand down directly over my face. His balls were hanging firmly in place behind his huge cock. Slavko took my cock in his mouth all the way to the base. I started to devour his cock as I stared up at his beautiful balls. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" I sputtered as Slavko devoured my cock. I was ready to cum already and was not going to be able to prevent it. He was the best cocksucker I had ever known. He was a freaking expert! All I could think of was how in the hell could I have taken so long to get with this guy. He must have sucked an awful lot of cock to get that good. My 6.5 inches was no match for his hungry mouth. I think he could easily have taken 8 or 9.

I was forcing my way up Slavko's cock in order to slap his balls on my face as I began to cum. My cock was deep inside Slavko when I cum and he took it all in stride. He didn't ever gag once. He was thoroughly enjoying himself on his meal; making satisfying winces with each stroke. His hips began to swivel and gyrate as he kept sucking the last of my cum from my cock. He started to match my rhythm as I lunged upward on his cock. I was completely drained at my end when Slavko dove down hard on my cock and stayed there. Instantaneously he came in my mouth. His whole body began to shiver as he came. His cum eruption was so violent that I could feel the first couple of squirts strike the inside of my mouth. He came a lot and I gobbled up every last drop. I knew he would appreciate me soiling his bedspread.

When we finished, Slavko jumped up from the bed and ran to the bathroom. He poured hot water on a towel and returned to clean up our mess. He gently wiped my whole stomach and groin then did the same to himself. Before leaving again he leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. No tongue but nontheless it was wonderful. He returned the towel to the bathroom then came back and we both got dressed. He asked me if I would like a drink or something but I declined his off and told him that I should get going.

"So long" he said and pressed his hand against my cheek. "I'll call you" I said and walked out. I was almost to the end of the hallway before I heard the door close behind me. I couldn't wait to call him. He still had 3 more days before his operation and I wanted to try to see him again before then.

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