Date: 31 May 00 00:55:07
From: rimshot@planetaccess.com
Subject: Tango and Taz 2

Tango and Taz 2: Big Time


	Tango yawned hugely and blinked at his alarm clock.  It was 8:45,
and he knew that despite the lack of sleep, he was awake for the day.  Taz
still nestled in the crook of his shoulder, and Tango was stiff from not
moving while he slept.  He carefully untangled himself and climbed out of
the bed, grabbing clean underwear on the way to the shower.

	His mind returned to Taz as he washed, uncomfortable and
embarrassed with the thoughts he'd had last night while Tanner slept.  He
felt guilty about enjoying their sexual encounter, and a bit humiliated
that he'd agreed to post the pictures on the Internet.

	He made his way down stairs, deeply troubled, and started his daily
routine of tidying the house and doing the dishes.  Tango idolized his mom,
and took care of the house for her when she got rotated to nights, making
sure that the dumb shit never accumulated to irritate her or disturb her
sleep.

	Thinking about his mom brought on another wave of guilt as he tried
to figure out exactly what if anything he'd tell her.  Over loaded, he
dismissed the topic and finished his chores, putting laundry in to wash,
then set upon making breakfast for him and Taz.

	He'd just finished toast, eggs, and bacon, when Taz ambled into the
kitchen, his hair wedged to one side from sleeping on it, and his eyes
puffy and blinking.  "Morning, sunshine."  Tango smiled, sliding a glass of
juice to his friend.  Taz grumbled illegibly, then sat at the counter on a
barstool.

	They ate in silence, Tango not sure what to say, and Taz slow to
wake up.  Tango cleared the dishes and started the dishwasher, then caught
a whiff of stale passion from Taz and pointed up the stairs to the shower.
Upstairs, he laid out clothes from Taz's drawer in his dresser, then pulled
on a pair of battered cargo shorts and a T-shirt nearly see through from
years of use.  His equally worn Vans were taken from the closet, and he
collected his wallet and keys.

	Taz wandered in from the shower, considerably more alert, and
dropped his towel on the floor, stopping to pull on bikinis and the worn
board shorts Tango had laid out.  Tango sat at the desk and realized that
he was watching Taz dress.  His face went red, and he turned away to light
a cigarette.

	The ride to the parts store was a quiet one, both of them tired
from a lack of sleep.  The old landscape truck squeaked and bounced,
annoying Tango beyond words, though he'd rarely noticed it before.  They
parked and got out, the already warm sun beating on them, and went into the
dark coolness of Tarloni's Auto Parts and Repair.

	Tango walked up and sat on a stool at the counter, taking out his
wallet and pulling out his debit card.  Taz went into the isles of the
store, searching out the various seals, compounds, and oils that they would
need to resurrect the Bitch.

	"Hey!"  A soft female voice said, causing Tango to look up quickly.
He smiled his most charming smile as Cassidy Tarloni walked up from behind
the counter.  She stood 5'8" tall, corn silk hair, and dimples that would
drive any male into utter desperation.  He perfect teeth showed
brilliantly, despite the low light, and Tango felt his throat contract.
She was one year younger than he was, and worked here for her dad.

	He cleared his throat and tried very hard to not look or sound
stupid.  "Hey Cass.  Did your dad get my transfer case done?"  He looked
into her eyes, and his heart fluttered a little.  She had to be one of the
most perfect creatures God ever made.

	"Uh huh.  I'll get the slip for it."  She winked at him, giving him
chills.  "Don't go anywhere, 'kay?"  Tango watched her walk away, allowing
his eyes to roam her perfect body, intimately aware of every curve from
years of studying her.

	He blinked, and realized that Taz was looking at him, the corners
of his mouth slightly up turned.  "I told you I didn't think you were gay."
He whispered very quietly, smiling and chuckling.  He took the keys for the
landscape truck and headed outside.

	Taz pulled the truck around to the shop door and backed in,
straining to see where to stop.  It was a bitch to drive the beat up old
truck because the seat wouldn't slide forward, causing him to need to sit
on the edge of the seat to see and steer.  He turned off the engine and lit
a smoke, then jumped out to lower the tailgate.

	After a few minutes, Tango and Cass came out through the roll up
door, Tango pushing a steel cart with the transfer case on it.  Together he
and Taz hoisted it on to the bed of the truck, careful not to let it down
to hard.

	"I'll see you Friday, Cassidy.  Thanks, and tell your dad thanks,
too."  Tango smiled, then walked into the back of the truck, nearly
knocking himself down.  He blushed and smiled nervously, then went around
to the driver's side and climbed in.

	"That was smooth."  Taz whispered as he got in, then ducked a fist
thrown at him.  "Whoa, Hero!  I was kidding!"

	"You are such a pain in the ass sometimes!"  Tango hissed and
jammed the truck into gear.

	"Yeah, I am."  Taz grinned widely.  "But it wasn't me that racked
myself in front of her, either."

	As soon as the got to Tango's house they were under the Toyota.
Tango was on his back, using his arms and feet like a hoist, while Taz
moved quickly to put the mounting bolts in.  Tango sagged as the last one
went in, his arms and legs shivering from exertion.  He threw a cigarette
to Taz and lit one for himself, looking up at the new transfer case.

	"If we get the drive lines connected, I think the linkage is still
set right.  I don't think we'll need to take it to the shop."  Taz pointed
at the underside of the truck.
 
	"I didn't move it.  I left it where the factory set it."  Tango
picked u a wrench and began to tighten down the mounts.  "Go grab us a
Coke, Taz.  If Mom's up, tell her where were are."

	"Got it."  Taz rolled out from under the truck and trotted to the
house.  He was back in a few minutes and held out a can to his partner.
"She's asleep, dude."  Taz crawled back under the truck and used his
muscular back to lift up on the casing, making it easier to tighten the
bolts.

	An hour later, they admired their handiwork.  It had gone
flawlessly, and the 4runner was ready to drive.  They hoped.  Tango got in
and started it, relieved when it started easily.  He had carefully kept the
battery charged for the last three and a half weeks.  "Move the truck, man.
Let's test it out."

	Taz nodded with a grin and ran to the landscape truck to back it
onto the street.  When it was out of the way, Tango closed his eyes and
pulled the gear selector down into drive.  He imagined all sorts of noises
the vehicle could make as it shredded the new pieces, and the noises it
could make as it did so, but instead, it quietly shifted into gear, and he
felt the drive lines lock up with a quiet snick of metal on metal.

	The passenger door opened and Taz bounded into the truck.  "I
fucking told you we were Gods!"  he shouted and through his arms around
Tango.  "Now let's go see what it can do!"

	"Okay."  Tango let off the brake, carefully rolling forward, then
began to apply gas a tiny bit at a time.  The Toyota pulled smoothly out of
the driveway, turned left, then roared up the street.  They stopped at a
burger place and ate, then went looking for Joey.  He enthusiastically
patted their backs and congratulated their achievement.

	"Now get out of here, dammit!  I mean it.  You two are off for a
couple of days."  He waved them into the truck and threatened to kill them,
which he did often, then shook his head as they took off like a jet.
"Goddamn kids."  He mumbled with a smile.

	Twenty minutes later, Tango pulled of the highway onto a dirt road
that lead to the hills, their favorite wheelin' place.  They stopped and
checked under the truck for leaks, then got in and set it into four-wheel
drive.  The road split into two, with the one on the right being the usual
road to get to the lake, and the one on the left for off roading.  Tango
turned left.

	They found a shady clearing and stopped the truck, both smiling
like damned fools and panting.  The climb had been worth it, and the
normally indigo blue and black 4runner was now dusty and covered with mud
from more than one river crossing.  Tango laughed and pulled his shirt off,
using it to clean the windshield.  Taz did likewise, then collapsed under a
tree.

	"God I missed that."  He chuckled, making room for Tango to sit
next to him.  "That's the only time I ever really unwind."

	"Me too."  Tango sighed, eyeing over his baby.  The truck was the
center of his world, and it had been a long month with out it.  "Cassidy
invited me to a party Friday.  I was scared the truck wouldn't be running."

	"You dog."  Taz punched Tango in the shoulder.  "I knew I shouldn't
leave you to alone."

	"God you're an idiot sometimes."  Tango pushed Taz over.  "I want
you to come to.  We need to find you a date."

	"Nah.  I'll meet somebody there."

	"Do you think she kisses good?"  Tango asked, a far off look in his
eyes.

	"I don't know.  I never met anybody that went with her."

	"Me either."  He was quiet for a moment, and an almost painful
expression flitted over his face.

	"What's the matter?"  Taz asked, missing nothing.  "You looked sick
for a minute."

	Tango pulled his knees up, and then glanced at Taz.  "What if I'm
not a good kisser?"  He said quietly.  "Man, that would suck, being
embarrassed in front of her."

	"So practice."  Taz yawned and lay back against the tree.  "Be
ready for her."  His words almost disappeared in the yawn, making him hard
to understand.

	"How the hell do I do that?"  Tango asked.  Taz didn't answer, and
he reached over and tweaked his nipple.

	"Ow!"  Taz sat up suddenly, grabbing his chest.  "I was listening!
Jesus!"

	"What would you do to get better?"  Tango asked insistently

	"Well pinching her tits ain't gonna help!"  Taz grumbled.  "How the
hell should I know?  I don't know if you a good kisser now."

	"Um, yesterday,…."  Tango blushed, and Taz grinned.

	"Oh yeah.  I wasn't really paying attention."  Taz chuckled.  "I
think it was okay."

	"You think it was?"  Tango narrowed his eyes, feeling irritable.

	"Uh…you were doing other things that distracted me."  This time
Taz turned red.  "I guess I could pay more attention.  Kiss me again."

	"What?!"  Tango's eyes widened.  His heart rate sped up, and he
knew that his palm had gone sweaty.  "I don't know, man.  I…"

	"Jesus Christ, Tango, chill.  You wanted help, I offered.  I didn't
say I wanted your baby."  Taz held his hands out.  "I just said kiss me."

	Tango thought for a second, felt his stomach knot, then leaned over
and pecked Taz on the lips.  His dream from last night came to mind, as did
his long thoughts before he fell asleep.  He watched Taz blink several
times, the sides of his mouth curving down slightly.

	"You're fucked, dude.  That was pathetic."

	Tango gritted his teeth, then leaned over again, putting his arms
around Taz and pulling him close.  Their tongues met, and Tango lost
himself in the kiss, forgetting where he was and who he was with.  Almost
instinctively, his hand roamed over Taz's muscular chest, and he could feel
Taz's on his beck.  He pulled away for air, sagging against the tree,
disoriented.

	Taz breathed heavily and propped himself on his hands.  After a
moment he swallowed and licked his lips.  "I don't think you have anything
to worry about, dude."  He glanced at Tango's crotch and saw that he'd had
a similar reaction to his own.  "I had no idea you were good like that,
man.  It's like a major talent."

	"Thanks."  Tango grinned sheepishly, embarrassed at the reaction in
his lap.  "I think we ought to go.  Mom probably left for work already."
They got in the Toyota and rode home, catching each other looking from time
to time.

	A note on the counter said there was money for pizza, and thanks
for getting everything done.  She also congratulated them for getting
Tango's truck done, but asked them to clean up the carport.  They did that
first, then mowed the lawn and ordered pizza.

	Taz pulled off his clothes and grabbed a towel, leaving Tango to
check the email and the new web site while he showered.  Tango settled at
the desk and fired up the computer.  The email they'd chosen took forever
to open after he put in the password, and he blinked in surprise as the
messages began to list.  There had to be over seventy!  He began to open
them, directing the computer to save them into a password- protected file.

	Holy shit!  They were a hit!  Every message was about how fresh
they were, how beautiful, blah blah blah, and how everyone wanted more.
One email from the AVS company explained how much they made for every
visit, and how much they made when someone bought that AVS.  Tango tried to
calculate it in his head, but couldn't quite figure it out.  The last
message was from ' a friend ', and offered to help them build a cooler
page.

	"Wow, how'd we do?"  Taz leaned over Tango's shoulder, dripping on
him.

	"Taz, there's almost a hundred emails here, each worth about twelve
cents."  Tango tapped the keys and showed him the cash email.  "And that's
how many we got to sign up with the AVS.  As close as I can figure, we made
about $250.00."

	"In one night, without breaking a sweat."  Taz howled and jumped up
and down.  "This is like candy from a baby, man.  We gotta give'm what they
want!"

	Tango picked up Taz's towel and handed it to him.  "There's also
more than one suggestion that we get an all over tan."

	"Does that mean you'll still help?"  Taz's eyes lit up, and he
threw his arms around Tango.  Without intending to, they kissed again.

	Tango almost resisted, but reached out and turned on the little
camera instead.  He took Taz in his arms and let the towel drop, then
allowed Taz to undress him.  He zeroed in on one of Taz's nipples and
nipped it, feeling Taz shudder.  His free hand grasped the other's dick,
and he slowly began to stroke it.

	Taz fell back on the bed and pulled Tango down.  He kissed his way
down to the thin trail of brown that gave away to Tango's rapidly hardening
staff.  Tango rolled onto his back, and with only a glance, Taz put his
mouth over Tango, encircling the shaft with his tongue.

	Tango grunted and sat halfway up, unable to believe what was
happening, but unable to stop it.  Taz pushed him gently back down, and he
pulled at Taz's legs, moving him onto the bed and over Tango.  He got a
close look at Taz's cock and balls for the first time, exploring them with
his hands.  He heard Tanner grunt and moan softly, and felt the vibration
travel through his body.  It was electrifying.

	Taz shivered as he felt Tango engulf him, and he redoubled his
efforts.  Tango stiffened and moaned, which carried through to Taz, who
then also stiffened, feeling his body tensing up to spew.  Tango erupted
into his mouth, gagging him, and tried to keep up with the enormous pulses.
It went all over his face and chest, in his hair, and all over Tango.

	Tango let go of his load, subconsciously moving faster on Taz.  Taz
bellowed and squeezed his legs together, trapping Tango.  Tango felt the
thickness increase, then saltiness blew into his mouth, choking him.  He
tried to swallow, but the sheer amounts damn near flooded his throat, and
he had to push everything out of his mouth.

	Taz crawled around and collapsed on Tango's chest, feeling the
other's hand stroke his hair.  He closed his eyes and rested, letting his
heart rate slow down.  Although Tanner couldn't articulate how he felt, he
had never been happier than he was right now.  He molded his body to
Tango's and silently wished that it would go on forever.

	Tango looked up at the camera on the tripod, and dismissed his
feelings that it was wrong to do what they were doing.  He didn't want to
admit that he had really enjoyed what had just happened, and neither did he
want Taz to move away from him.  The whole room smelled musty, and the sent
brought back vivid memories of the orgasm that he'd just had.  The most
powerful one he could remember.

	They stayed like that for nearly twenty minutes, until they had to
peal themselves apart.  The mess that they'd made was still all over their
skin, and Tango took Taz by the hand and led him to the shower.  As often
as they'd been in the bathroom together, naked a lot of the times, it had
never had a sexual connotation until now.

	Tango turned on the water and let Taz step in, then climbed in
himself.  Their eyes met, and Tango bent to kiss, the pressure of the hot
spray pounding his shoulders.  Taz picked up a bar of soap and began to
lather Tango down.  Tango closed his eyes and leaned against the wall,
enjoying the feel of Taz's hands as they searched his skin.

	Taz soaped Tango's dick until it was barely visible, then with a
twinkle in his eye, turned against the far wall and spread his legs.  Tango
hesitated only a second, again dismissing his gremlins, and stepped
forward, using his hands to spread Taz's cheeks.

	Taz winced in pain as Tango entered him, but didn't make a sound.
It felt so incredible as Tango slowly advanced, spearing him.  He arched
his back slightly, allowing Tango to push in farther, and finally he felt
hair touching his ass.

	Tango began a slow pumping rhythm, reaching around and taking Taz
in his hand.  He matched the tempos, slowly increasing his speed, until he
felt a hot burn in his stomach that caused his muscles to tighten.  Under
him, Taz tightened his ass, causing the burning to increase.

	Tanner moaned and pushed back against Tango.  He felt his balls
tighten, and he knew he'd come soon.  If he could've spoken, he'd have
gasped a warning, but his mouth and tongue hung useless as the buzz in his
nerves heightened.  All at once he straightened up, his back against
Tango's chest, and he shot hard into the wall.  Long ropes were immediately
washed away by the shower as he spasmed again and again.

	Tango shouted in surprise, he free arm wrapped around Taz's chest.
Unable to stop, he drove himself relentlessly into his best friend.  He
screamed, emptying himself into Tanner, and holding him against his chest.
Tanner quaked with tension, sending his load onto the wall, and Tango put
his hand out to support them both.  After a few seconds, Taz looked up and
they kissed.  Tango pulled out and turned him around.  The water ran cold
before they parted.

	Twenty minutes later, Tango sat at the desk and went through the
pictures the camera had captured.  It was hard to decide which ones were
usable, since every one of them made him want to throw Taz on the bed and
fuck him.  And that's how he felt, too.  He didn't know how his emotions
would stack up, but he definitely loved to fuck Taz.  That was concrete.

	Taz walked in to the room, dropped a pizza box on the bed, and
pulled off his board shorts, revealing an unusual lack of underwear.  He
pounced onto Tango's lap and kissed him.  "Man, that shit makes me hot."
He indicated the pictures.

	"Me to, but I think I'd curl up in a ball and die if I came again."
Tango smiled.  "I figured out how to update the web page, and I emailed
back that guy that offered to help us."  He pulled the pizza over and got
them each a slice.  They ate ravenously, consuming the entire pie in a few
minutes.

	Taz noticed a splatter of pizza sauce near Tango's left nipple and
bent o lick it off.  Tango shivered.  "Damn it.  I said I need to recharge,
Taz."

	"It's not my fault you're a sloppy eater."  Taz got up from Tango's
lap and got them each a smoke and lit them.  "I was gonna ask you.  If one
sight makes a couple hundred in a weekend, wouldn't two or three make a
grand?"

	"Making the first one nearly killed me, Taz.  Now you wanna do
more?"  Tango shook his head.  The doorbell rang, and Taz pulled on his
shorts.  "I got it."  He ran out the door and down the stairs.  Tango
pulled on a pair of shorts and followed, minimizing the computer screen.

	He got to the bottom of the stairs as Taz opened the door, and
there stood Brett Davidson, a friend of both theirs, and the son of their
boss, Joey Davidson.  Joey was average in height and build, while a lot
overweight.  His son, Brett, was tall, muscular, and tanned liked Tango and
Taz.  His platinum blond hair was short and spiked, and his T-shirt hung
out of his back pocket like it usually did.

	Tango and Taz both respected Brett because of his size and
strength, and because they were good friends on the job, eating lunch
together every day possible.  Tango held his fist out and smiled as Brett
popped it his his fist, then let Tango pop his.  "Wassup, Tang?"  He asked,
moving in from the porch.

	"Nadda, dude.  I f I'd known you were coming, I'd've ordered more
pizza."  Tango put his hands on his hips and leaned against the back of the
couch.  "Did you guys get finished?  It's only seven."

	"Yeah, man."  Brett's crew was hooking up the main water feeds to
the entire sprinkler system.  In order for it all to be completed, Brett
had to finish.  "That's not why I'm here though."

	Tango looked confused.  "Then why did you stop by?  I mean you're
welcome anytime, but what did you stop by for?"

	Brett's face went a little red, and he leaned against the doorframe
and crossed his legs.  "I spend a lot of time on computers when I'm not
workin' with dad.  I came to help you fix that lame ass web site."  He
smiled a devil's grin, catching both their eyes.

	Tango felt the world spin.  His chest hammered, and his knees
nearly buckled.  He faintly heard Taz gasp.

	"Aw, fuck."


This particular story has been a bugger to write.  I am way open to
suggestions on this one, or if everyone agrees, I'll write a scene about a
meteor or something, and end this one.  Tell me what you think.


Dan

Rimshot@planetaccess.com