Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2015 01:48:37 +0100
From: Daniel Berasaluce Frķas <arathllevi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pushi plumbing - chapter 1

Pushi plumbing

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The ringing of the phone startled me when I was happily in one of my usual
pig masturbations. My name is Patrick Duckling, 28 years old. I am gay and
a real pig. I often wank at home stark naked and sniffing my own dirty
body. I don't have showers more often than once a month or less. I take my
clothes off at home and spend hours jerking off as I sniff my feet or pits,
and I bring an empty glass and piss in there and drink my pee from time to
time. I like shitting on the floor and smell my own shit and I often taste
it. And when I am on the edge of orgasm, I even puke a little and eat
something more of my own digestion. That day I had shat but not puked yet
when the phone rang. I have a plumbing company called Pushi and I was my
own boss and the only employee. When people asked me about the name, I lied
and told them Pushi was a Japanese heroine and they asked no further
questions. Now one Mr. Wayne Roberts was calling. He said that his toilet
was clogged. I had unclogged toilets many times. I enjoyed touching and
smelling some other guy's shit so I hope I could see some shit. But this
Mr. Roberts could be married. It would not be right to have a hard on when
I got to his house if his wife was there. He could also be somebody I
didn't fancy at all. All the time I was talking on the phone I was picking
my nose. I like the smell of my nose too and somehow wanted to turn his
masculine voice into smell. He told me his address and I had to go to his
house two hours later. I still had some time to enjoy my
masturbation. Customers did not mind I stank. They only wanted a skilful
worker who took their problems away. I had more than one hour ahead yet. I
had had a tiring morning and after lunch I like having at least two hours'
masturbation before I return to work. I puked a little. Now I enjoyed more
the smell my dining-room was getting, though my smell of sweat was all over
the house. Finally after an hour and a half jacking off, I needed to cum. I
only needed to raise my arms and sniff a bit my ripe armpits. I cummed
enjoying the orgasm as every day and continued jacking off awhile for I
knew what pleasure my cock got by wanking after I have cummed and cumming a
second time. I would leave my cum on the floor in order to see it again
when I come back. I put my clothes back on and left, but I still had some
time to have a coffee in a bar, which I did have hoping Mr. Roberts was at
least a kind man. I arrived to his address very early cause he lived very
close. I was talking to him on the intercom and he told me he lived on the
first floor, with only one flat. When I went up the stairs I could notice a
strong smell of sweat. It aroused me. It was a man's smell. "But don't get
aroused too soon", I thought. Somebody may have been here recently. The
smell was stronger when I reached the first floor. I rang the bell. Soon
Mr. Roberts opened the door.

I was received then by the cutest and dirtiest of men. He smiled and soon I
saw he had a big erection. He had nothing on but his shorts and his
t-shirt. He was barefoot, and his feet stank, though it was hard to
perceive any smell, the stench of shit being so heavy filling the entire
house. For a moment I thought it was like entering a sewer. Later I could
see his toe nails were black. He had blonde, short, curly hair. It was
dirty too. Stains of sweat filled his face. He had a white t-shirt with
sweat stains all over, but something more. It seemed as if this gentleman
liked wiping his fingers in the t-shirt when eating and I could even smell
food on it, mostly cheese. And some stains reminded me of snot, as if he
wiped his nose there after blowing it instead as on a handkerchief. But I
think I even saw a rot black booger there. His shorts had huge dark yellow
stains as if he only changed his shorts once a month.

-Pushi plumbing? -He asked.

-Pushi plumbing is only me, Patrick Duckling.

-Wayne Roberts here. You can call me Wayne. What does Pushi mean?

-It is a Japanese heroine -I said as usual-. I hope I have all necessary
things here. I have more things in my van on the street. What's the matter?

-My toilet has been clogged for a week. I didn't know how to unclog it. I
sometimes had to shit. It was inevitable, though many times I entered a bar
to shit. But suddenly I needed to take a dump in the morning hours and I am
afraid the toilet is full of shit -I loved listening to his shitting
routines.

-I am used to shit -I hoped all my words had a double meaning then. This
gentleman was the man I most wanted to hook up. Never before had I had such
an erection or seen such a dirty man. I didn't care I had a boner. He had a
hard on too. But I hope I am not disillusioned later. He could talk to me
about his wife next.

-Will you please come to the bathroom? This house is very small and the
bathroom is on the right as you must have noticed by the stench.

Hardly had I walked a few steps when I saw the bathroom, on the right,
where the smell of shit came from. My eyes also saw that there was a very
dirty bathtub, clearly unused. But it was a show to see his toilet. It was
absolutely overstuffed with shit, all he had shat this week. Any other man
could not stand that stench, but I loved it and even felt like touching it
and eating it. There was a bucket inside the bathtub and I asked him to
approach it so I could first remove the shit and fill the bucket with it. I
started to take his stinking shit into the bucket with my own hands.

-Do you not use gloves? -He asked. He did not seem disgusted.

-I prefer not to use them. It is impossible later to take shit stains off a
glove. It is easier with your own hands. Finally you wash your hands and
that's all.

-Do you not feel disgust?

-I have touched shit a lot of times. Something common in my job. I don't
mind.

-I should have removed the shit before.

"You certainly should" I thought "It's strange. Any other customer would
have. Why didn't you?" But I was glad he hadn't.

Suddenly he asked.

-Is it not too hot?

-It is.

And then he took off his t-shirt. Now he was only in shorts. My God. That
was dirt. His sweat had shaped dirty streets all over his chest. There was
something more and it was clearly rotten snot. "Do you blow your nose in
your chest?" I wondered. Then I noticed for the first time he smelled of
something else. I perceived a clear smell of garbage. His dirty shorts kept
his huge erection. How I wish you took off the only thing you are wearing
now. I thought it was too hot for me too and I also took my shirt
off. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I think I saw him looking at my
naked chest and even his cock went harder. I continued touching his shit;
it was wonderful to be allowed to touch what your stomach has produced for
a week. Then he suddenly asked.

-Would you like a beer?

-Yes, thank you.

He was absent then for some minutes. I awaited this man who turned me on so
much, but in three minutes he was back. He handed me the bottle of beer. I
did it on purpose. My hands were already very dirty with shit. I grasped
the bottle neck with my shitted hands wanting to stain it with shit so I
could taste his shit later. I also wanted to try to hook up this sexy man,
and I had to show him how I really was. I took the bottle and I started to
drink, of course with some shit in the neck. The taste of this guy's shit
was delicious. I did not want to leave his sewer, I mean his house. I drank
and drank with the mixed tastes of beer and shit. I had to ask him.

-Do you have no girlfriend?

-No, I live on my own. I used to have a boyfriend once, but well he fell in
love with another guy and left me. One question, don't you really feel any
disgust?

He was gay and he must have noticed I was having some shit of his with
every sip of beer!

-I don't feel any disgust, but sometimes customers do. Once I was working
for a cute guy -I had to inform him- and he also watched me picking his
shit. He suddenly puked. But he was so close to me that he puked on my
t-shirt.

-What did you do?

-Nothing. I did not want him to feel uncomfortable and asked him to leave
the bathroom. I did not change my t-shirt or take it off. I went home with
this guy's puke on my t-shirt. When I got home, I couldn't help it and had
to jack off smelling his puke. It is still in my wardrobe. I never washed
it and sometimes I jack off with it.

-Good, it's nice to know you don't mind that which is not important.

I had finished removing his shit. I continued drinking the shitted beer,
sometimes staining the bottle neck with more shit. He said he was gonna
take the bucket to the dining-room. "Why are you doing that?" I thought. It
was easy what I had to do next. The toilet was clogged with some toilet
paper. I pulled it and pretended to do more things later but I was sure his
toilet would work again when I flushed. In fact, I could perfectly
flush. Now it was faultless. I feared to leave this house and say goodbye
to this sexy dirty man. Now we would talk about the price, I thought. I
went to the washbasin to wash my hand. He told me there was a soap dish
close to the tap which I could use. The soap dish was as dirty as
everything in his house, clearly stained. But I didn't use it. I would wash
them but nothing else. I wanted the smell of his shit to still be in my
hands when I got home. Time had come. Could I tell him something like
"you're hot, man. I would do anything you wanted to please you." But
suddenly he asked me.

-Would you like a coffee now, Patrick? Can I call you Patrick? Of course
you can call me Wayne.

-I love coffee, Wayne -coffee was the same to me. I couldn't believe this
sexy man was inviting me to a coffee. I did not have to leave yet and I
could think things twice so as to check if I could after all have some sex
with him.

-I think I have a box of chocolates somewhere. Do you like chocolates?

-I love them.

-So come to the dining room, please and wait for me.

There was a big couch in there and a small armchair on the right close to
the bucket of shit. Of course I sat where I could smell his shit
better. But he also told me.

-You can say of course not now. But I am usually totally nude at home when
I am alone and I would like to be naked when we are having coffee and
chocolates. So would you mind if I took off my shorts?

-Make yourself at home -I said, eager to see his complete nudity. His cock
was not so big, but I don't care about size. Then when he was walking to
the kitchen I could see his ass. It was a hot ass and oh how I would desire
to fuck it.

So I sat down close to the bucket of shit and awaited his return. I would
like to take my clothes off too, but I preferred waiting to see what could
happen now. I was not at home and he could feel upset. But suddenly I
perceived a sound I knew very well and always aroused me. This guy was
puking somewhere. I felt like going to the kitchen to see and enjoy, but
also because I was worried about him, for he could be choking. The sound
soon ended. He came first to bring both coffees and I could see again his
hot cock moving freely despite the erection. He turned to the kitchen and
soon approached the box of chocolates. I could not believe it. He had puked
on the box. Vomits covered half of the box. I would be sitting smelling his
shit in the bucket, his puke on the chocolates and his sweated naked body.

-I have nothing more to accompany the coffee. I couldn't help but puke and
I thought I would bring the box nevertheless. There are many chocolates
with no puke on them. You can choose them and eat them.

He put the puked box of chocolates on the table. I loved the smell of his
puke. I drank a bit of my coffee and then I chose one of the chocolates
with puke on them, in fact one of the most puked ones. I picked it up with
no disgust and ate it, celebrating the taste.

-A perfect combination of tastes, thank you.

He smiled and picked a new puked chocolate and ate it looking at me with no
disgust.

-We can have our coffees now and our chocolates, puke or not. I like that
you are not disgusted at anything, Patrick. By the way, I also want to know
if you have a boyfriend.

-I have never had one. I have never fallen in love. Meanwhile I don't need
one. I want to enjoy sex.

-You could have the man you liked. You are very attractive.

-Thanks, Wayne. So are you.

I liked our conversation now.

-Well, I am a garbage collector and I must soon go to work. I don't work on
Tuesdays but a coworker has a temperature and has asked me to make his
shift today. I have to start at five and I will return at nine. I wonder,
would you like to stay here tonight?

I couldn't believe he was asking me to stay with him. He stood up and
started to put on his garbage collector uniform. It was on a nearby
wardrobe in the dining room. If I had enjoyed seeing him naked, I really
enjoyed watching him now as he was putting his uniform on. It couldn't be
dirtier or smellier. Stains of garbage filled it completely. He wore no
shorts now. He would go commando. Dark garbage stains embellished more the
dirt of this dirty man. The smell was intoxicating, combined with the
smells of puke and shit there were in his dining room. I want a Mr. Roberts
in my life, I thought. But I had not answered yet.

-I have nothing to do tonight. Why not? I might like to spend the night
here.

-I only have a bed, but if you don't like sleeping with me, I can sleep on
the couch. Or we could sleep together. My bed is very narrow but I think
there is room for both. I go to sleep naked as I spend all day at home. I
won't have any clothes on unless you ask me. I don't think I need a shower
soon. But you tell me.

-I will spend the night with you and you won't have to sleep on the
couch. I think neither of us needs a shower so soon. I am not used to
sleeping naked but I could even try how I like to sleep naked beside you.

-Good, Patrick. Look, can you see this key? I will come back at about
nine. You can go out for a walk and come back and open, or you can wait for
me comfortably here in this sewer of mine, I mean house. But please all the
time make yourself at home. There is nothing you can do in your own house
that you can't do here. In this wardrobe I have some porn movies in case
you want to have that fun. Move freely through the house and do whatever
comes to your mind.

-Thanks, Wayne. I will wait for you here.

Then we shook hands and he left, reminding me he would be back soon. I
liked his smell trail as he was leaving. Now I was alone in this sewer of
his and could have some fun.