Date: Thu, 25 Nov 2010 14:47:02 +1000
From: Daryl Walker <azsniffer@gmail.com>
Subject: Plumber Required

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Frank had now been in the small inner city flat for 2 months, and was
enjoying hid freedom and privacy in a way that had not been possible at
home.  Although it was small, it was close to university, public transport
and had a safe place to park his car.  He couldn't hear the neighbours, and
they couldn't hear him, so all in all his life was much happier, and he was
grateful for his parents who had made this possible buy helping with his
rent - not that knew what he sometimes got u to in his private retreat!

Uni had finished a week ago and he was supposed to be studying.  He had in
fact been studying hard, but needed to take regular breaks as he felt his
brain might explode if he didn't have some other distractions to keep him
sane.  He had turned into a masturbation machine, surfing the internet for
the filthiest porn he could find, but he rationed this carefully, otherwise
he could easily spend the entire day at it.  He had enjoyed slouching
around the house, not having to worry to much about showers or changing
clothes while he was studying.  The air of the small flat was developing a
nice, sweaty masculine fug, and Frank worse the same clothes and underwear
day after day.  There was no chance of seeing anyone while he was like this
because all his friends were studying too, and he also enjoyed the feel of
his clothes, particularly his underwear, getting riper every day.

Frank woke up at about 8am Friday morning, and stretched luxuriously in
ned.  He scratched his sweaty scrotum and stretched his already hard cock,
eager for its morning piss.  His middle finger slipped down into his arse
crack, which was warm and moist under the sheets, and he brought it up to
his nose to inhale his arse scent.  He sighed with pleasure, and rolled out
of bed and padded over to the bathroom which was just off the short
corridor next to his bedroom.

Frank lifted the toilet lid, and sat on the seat.  His cock was still hard,
so he pushed it down with a bit of difficulty into the bowl and let go with
a long, satisfying stream of dark yellow urine which splattered noisily
into the bowl.  Once he had shaken the last few drops off, he peeled back
his urine soaked foreskin and inspected the head of his penis.  As he
hand't been totally assiduous about hygiene for the last few days, there
was a healthy collection of smegma about the base of his cockhead.  He
wiped some off and had a sniff, and his cock immediately stiffened to full
attention as the rich scent of his penile excretions hit his nostrils.  He
gave the shaft of his cock a few firms strokes as he sniffed his finger,
and leaned back against the wall to enjoy himself.

As he began to masturbate, he felt a familiar stirring in his lower
abdomen, heralding the need to evacuate his bowels.  Frank could feel the
pressure-like wave of his colon forcing its contents into his rectum, and
in a few seconds he felt the pleasurable sensation of a full rectum
commence.  The light pressure on his prostate gland made his cock even
harder, if that was possible.  Frank straddled the toilet seat and grunted
as the turd started to dilate his anus.  He consciously relaxed his
sphincter, letting the firm turd open his arsehole, enjoying the
pleasure/pain as his hole was forced open just like he was getting fucked.
Now he let gravity take over, not wanting to end the sensation by pushing,
but simply let the large turd slowly exit his anus into the toilet bowel.
All the while, he jerked his cock smoothly and firmly, trying to time his
orgasm with the final expulsion from his rectum.  The warm familiar scent
of his shit rose around him, sharpened by the fragments of smegma clinging
to his nostrils.  He upped the rate of his stroking as the maximum width of
the turd passed his anal ring.  Unable to stop, he bore down hard and the
entire length of turd slid into the toilet bowl, his anus gaping and
stinging from the shock of passage.  He rose above the toilet bowel,
directing his throbbing cock down into it, and with a last series of
furious jerks shot his load into the toilet bowl, splattering the sides and
the length of his turd with semen.  The sight intensified his orgasm
enormously, and he could feel rank sweat pour from his body as he emptied
his cum into the toilet.

Frank had stopped using toilet paper some weeks back.  No-one ever visited
him to use the toilet, and he found that from some fluke of diet of nature,
he never really needed to wipe anyway.  His shit was firm, and exited his
anus leaving nothing other than a little residue which got sweatier and
riper the longer he left it.  So he just reached down to flush the toilet,
casting a regretful glance at its contents, but enjoying the start to the
day and ready to concentrate on study.

But - when he pressed the button, nothing happened.  The cistern was empty.
He tried the tap, but there seemed to be no water.  Frank wiped his hands
on a damp towel, and tried the bathroom and shower taps - same result.  He
went into the kitchen, but the taps over the sink didn't work either.  It
looked like he had a problem.

Only one of his neighbours was home.  Frank rang here to ask if she had any
problems with the water, but everything was ok in her flat.  Not really
knowing what to do next, he rang his father to ask for advice.  His dad was
not much of a handyman, so he had no idea either, but he suggested calling
a plumber.  Maybe it was a simple problem that could be easily fixed.

Frank got dressed in his study clothes - tracksuit pants and a white T
shirt that had seen better days.  He sniffed his armpits and decided he
didn't smell too bad, and besides, plumbers would generally have to work
with worse smells than an unwashed 19 year old teenage student.  Finding
"Plumbers" in the yellow pages, he looked through the hundreds of
advertisements.  Some seemed to be specialised plumbers, others not, he had
no idea which ones to call.  One ad caught his eye, a bright yellow ad with
the photo of a truck emblazoned with "Greg's Plumbing Works" down the side.
The old joke made him smile, and "Greg" seemed to deal with emergency
household plumbing disasters form the accompanying blurb, so he dialled the
mobile number.  It answered after a few seconds.

"G'day, Greg here" a broad Australian working class accent announced.

"Hi Greg, my name's Frank.  The water to my flat seems to have stopped,
none of the taps work and the toilet won't flush, is there any chance you
could come around today and see if it can be fixed?"

"Sure mate, I should be able to manage that.  A flat, you say.  Do your
neighbours have the same problem?"

"No, I called on of them and everything's fine" replied Frank.

"Ok mate, not a problem, if it was the entire building you'd have to get
the Body Corporate to agree, but if it's just yours I can take a look."

"That would be great!" exclaimed Frank.

"I can be there later today, probably later afternoon - will you be at
home?"

"Yes" Frank sighed, "I'll be here, I have to study and it's not as if I can
have a shower and go out".

"No worries mate" laughed Greg.  "I'll see you this arvo."

Frank gave him the address and contact telephone number, and settled down
to his studies.


*******


Frank studied conscientiously all day.  He drank a fair amount of coffee,
and had added several top ups of urine to the toilet bowel and all that was
in there.  He assumed the plumber would fix the problem and then test the
water supply, so he figured he could just closed the lid during the
plumber's visit and then flush the evidence later on.  Libido sate in the
morning, he concentrated on biochemistry and physiology for the rest of the
day.

Just before 5, he got a text to say the plumber would be there in 15
minutes.  A few minutes later, he was buzzing the plumber into the
building, and shortly afterwards a knock cam at the door.

Frank opened the door to reveal Greg the plumber.  Greg was a smiling fit
looking man of about thirty.  He was about 5' 10", an inch or two taller
than Frank.  He hard dark sort hair, just beginning to recede at the front,
dark brown eyes with thick eyelashes and the kind of designer stubble that
Frank would kill for.  He smiled and introduced himself."

"You're Frank?  Hi, I'm Greg Dunlop, from Greg's Plumbing Works!"  He
pointed to the logo on his dark blue T shirt, and they both laughed at the
old joke.

"Hi" said Frank, a bit nervously and shy.  He wasn't used to the adult
world, tradesmen and the working world, only just having moved out of home.
He noticed that Greg was wearing a pair of heavy cotton work shorts, thick
soled work boots and some industrial strength looking socks collapsed
halfway down his calves.  He also noticed at that point Greg was wearing a
wedding ring on his left hand, so he stamped on the his resurgent libido
and let the tradesman inside.

"So, no water eh?" asked Greg.

"No, I don't know when it happened, it was ok last night.  I haven't been
able to have a shower or anything, I'm sorry."

"Mate, that's fine, this is a dirty job so a bloke without no shower for a
day doesn't frighten me!"

Frank laughed, but didn't say it had actually been several days since he
had had a shower.

"Ok, let's have a look and see if we can find the water mains" said Greg.
"Sometimes they're a bit tricky to find in these old places."

"Sorry I have no idea" replied Frank.  "I've only been here a couple of
months."

"So, are you a student?" asked Greg.

"Yeah" said Frank, "I'm a medical student, it's my second year.  I just
moved away from home, it was getting too hard to study with all my family
in the way."

"I'm impressed!" said Greg.  "I wish I had the brains to be a doctor.  Good
luck with your career mate.  Maybe you could give me some free
consultations some time?" he laughed.

"Well, you'll be waiting a few more years yet!" Frank told him.

"Ok will do!  Now, I think the problem's going to be behind here."

They had walked into the bathroom and Greg pointed towards a panel behind
the toilet.

"That's where the water enters and leaves the flats, I'll need to take a
look there first.  Difficult to get to, in these small flats."

"Do you mind if I watch?" asked Frank.  "I'm sick of studying."

"Sure thing mate, don't mind at all" smiled Greg.

Frank sat on the edge of the bath and watched as Greg starting working.
First he unscrewed the panel behind the toilet, and eased it off the wall.
As he was working, Frank could admire the view from behind, without being
caught.  Greg squatted on his haunches and Frank admired the bulging
muscles in his calves.  Greg's work T rode up as he unscrewed the panel,
and Frank was thrilled to see the top of what looked like a very hairy arse
crack peek out above the man's shorts.  No sign of any undies.

Greg pulled the panel off, and quickly looked back at Frank, who started at
being caught staring, and blushed a bit.

"I guess it's true what they say about a plumber's arse being on view"
joked Greg.  "Hope you don't mind!"

"Umm, No, I mean, not it's fine" Frank blathered, sounding like an idiot.

Greg smiled at him and looked at him a bit longer than was comfortable, and
then went back to his work.  To reach the supply pipes he had to lay down
full length on the floor, and was soon busy at work with his plumbing
tools, while he writhed and manoeuvred on the floor to get better access.
This also gave Frank better access to admire Greg's legs, arms and
straining buttocks as he went about his repairs.

"Right, I think I've fixed it mate!" Greg exclaimed, after about 15 minutes
of hard work.  He was dripping with sweat as he stood up, and the arms of
his T short and the groin creases of his shorts were damp with sweat.
"Let's test it!".

Before Frank could do or say anything, Greg flipped up the toilet lid and
was about the flush it, until he saw what was inside.  A huge turd,
floating in a pond of urine and covered with glistening streaks of what
could only be semen.

"Shit mate ..." Greg drawled.  "Looks like you were having some...fun."

Mortified, Frank blushed and stammered.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I
couldn't flush it ... I kind of need the stress relief, normally I can flush
it away, it's just that ..." he trailed off miserable and stopped.

"Look, mate, don't be embarrassed on my account.  We all do it, hell I jerk
off a lot in other people's toilets at work if no-one's home.  It's ok,
don't be embarrassed."

Frank tried to smile despite the embarrassment, but as he was listening to
Greg he noticed the older man had developed an obvious erection in the last
few minutes.  Frank couldn't help but stare, and Greg casually rubbed the
lump in his groin.

"I always get randy at work mate, and you know, sometimes I have a lot of
fun" said the plumber in a low, almost hypnotic voice.

"With housewives?" asked Frank.

"Yeah, sometimes, but I can get that at home.  I'm talking about fucking
men, Frank.  Sometimes you gotta have what only a man can give."

Frank gulped.  "Yeah, I know what you mean, I mean that's why I ..." he
pointed towards the toilet.

"Like a real man eh Frank? Like it dirty?" Greg growled.

Frank nodded, caught like a rabbit in the headlights.

The plumber grabbed the younger man roughly around the shoulders, and
pulled him in hard to his muscular body.  Their lips locked and their teeth
clashed as they kissed passionately.  Greg ground his rock hard cock
against Frank's belly, and Frank moaned with pleasure as the stubble of the
plumber's unshaven face rasped his own, more tender skin.  Both men started
tearing off each other's clothes as they stumbled into Frank's bedroom,
eager to get to the main action.

As they fell onto the bed together, Frank remembered the lack of showers
wasn't restricted to only one day.  He started to explain this to the
plumber, but Greg just covered the boy's mouth with his hand and told him
not to worry.  "Fuck mate, you know I kinda like it and you'll find I'm in
the state state as you" he whispered in Frank's ear as he nuzzled it.

Greg moved down to Frank's neck, and then to his nipples, licking and
tweaking and nuzzling them until the younger man was writhing with
pleasure.  He worked his way down the boy's almost hairless chest and
belly, and grinned when he saw the hard jutting cock tenting against his
tracksuit pants.  He pulled them down to Frank's ankles, and exclaimed with
pleasure when he saw the boy's 7 inch cock spring free.  The plumber
grasped the shaft with his hand, and leaned forward to sniff at the dirty
cockhead.  His tongue flicked out and tasted the boy's pissy cock,
savouring the odour of recent cum and the tang of urine.  Slowly, his
tongue dipped under the foreskin seeking earthier pleasures, and it was
rewarded with smelly clumps of smegma.  Greg went to work on the boy's cock
and soon had cleaned it of every trace of urine, cockcheese and old cum,
until it was glistening and throbbing in his mouth.  Not wanting the
younger man to cum too soon, he changed his tactic and took his mouth off
the boy's cock.

Greg moved over the prone young body, and sat on Frank's chest with his
legs spread.  He wriggled back until his arse was in the boy's face, then
lifted Frank's legs and buttocks up, so that the two men could indulge in a
mutual 69 rim.

Frank had almost cum into the plumber's mouth during the thorough cleansing
of his cock.  Now, his face was buried in the older man's meaty arse, as
Greg was basically sitting on Frank's face.  As he had moved into place,
Frank saw two muscled buttocks covered with fine dark downy hair separated
by a thick, hairy dark crack which quickly engulfed his face.  Clearly,
Greg did not pay any more attention than Frank to his anal hygiene.  Frank
inhaled the nest fragrance in the world - the combined stink of sweat,
unwashed arsehole, and old shit from a man in his prime.  Frank started
nuzzling the dirty hairy hole, his lips and tongue working overtime and his
nose sniffing like a pig to inhale all the scents before he cleaned their
source.  The plumber ground his hefty arse appreciatively against the boy's
mouth and nose, and he got to work on some more plumbing of his own.

Greg had really enjoyed the flavours of a dirty young cock, and hoped the
kid's arse would be just as rewarding.  While Frank cleaned him out from
below, Greg had a bird's eye view of the kid's anus.  No joke, this kid
could match him for filth.  Although not as hairy as his own hole, this was
certainly one dirty arsehole.  The stink rising off it made Greg's cock
pulse against his belly.  He started nuzzling the hole with his stubbled
chin, enjoying the stink of sweaty boy and old shit that rose from Frank's
arse.  The boy underneath him wriggled with pleasure as the stubbled chin
rasped against his sensitive anus.  The plumber started tonguing the boy's
shitty hole, and soon had cleaned up the messy grimy anal skin and began
tongue fucking the hole and preparing it for his cock.  After a few minutes
of this mutual pleasure, he reluctantly broke away from the boy's arse and
moved off Frank's face, giving him a chance to breath.  The two men kissed
passionately, and moaned aloud with the pleasure and satisfaction of
smelling and tasting the unique scent and flavour of their own arse on the
other's lips, nose and tongue.

Greg pulled himself away from kissing the teenager, and put a pillow under
the kid's butt.  Frank's anus was dripping with saliva and gaping.  Greg's
cock was wet with precum, and when he placed it at the opening of the boy's
arse it slid in without much resistance.

"Shit!" yelled Greg, as his cock was enveloped by the tight and throbbing
heat of the young man's rectum.  Frank gasped as the older man's think 7
inch cock forced its way into him.  Greg started fucking the teen's arse,
deep and hard, showing no mercy.  He could feels his balls slapping against
the boy's slick, wet arse and as he pounded the smell of freshly exposed
teenage rectum hit his nostrils.  He gripped Frank's face and the two men
kissed deeply as Greg fucked the kid's smelly cunt as hard as he could.

Unable to hold on for long, Greg let his orgasm build and soon was on the
edge of it.

"Fuck kid, can I cum in your arse?" he muttered, breaking off from kissing
Frank's mouth.  Frank just nodded violently, and moved his arse up to match
the heavy rhythm of thrusting from above.

Greg grabbed the boy's shoulders and ramped up the effort.  Soon, the
delicious shudders signalling release pulsed through his body.  His
engorged cock, tight and hot inside the boy, gave up its treasure.  With
each of several final thrusts, his semen pumped into Frank's bowels.  Greg
gasped with the pleasure of release, and then pulled his still hard cock
out of Frank's arse.  It was gleaming with arse juice, and semen still
dribbled from the tip.  Greg wiped his dirty, stinking cock a couple of
times over the boy's lips, and then inserted it into his mouth.  Frank
willingly cleaned off the plumber's cock, loving the taste of his own arse
and the man's sperm in his mouth.

Spent, Greg lay down next to the younger man and kissed his mouth tenderly,
a string of his own semen shared for a moments between their lips.  He
gently started to masturbate the boy, as Frank's hand stole down to his
abused anus and fingered the now sloppy hole.  He brought his fingers to
his mouth and tasted the plumber's cum again, mixed with the leaking arse
juices that were dripping out of him.  Quickly, Greg brought the young man
to a shuddering orgasm as he licked the the boys fingers and mouth.  Frank
cam in a series of heavy spurts all over his belly and chest, and the two
men kissed deeply and slowly as the rested after their efforts.

After a while Greg got up on one elbow, smiled at Frank.

 "I think we should go and test your shower!"


The end - for now