Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2008 04:26:07 -0600
From: jason moore <bbdluvr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tag Teaming, Part Two

This story is intended for your reading pleasure.  The characters engage in
sexual activity without the use of condoms.  But, please remember that, in
real life, we all need to take precautions.  Be safe and "cover that thing
up" before using it!  And enjoy the story....


Tag Teaming
The Escorting Begins
By Jason Moore


Reggie and Dwight were back at home following their vacation in Negril
Beach and that chance encounter with an American photographer, Colin
Montgomery.  It had been a hard day working on the farm and they simply
wanted to relax.  Dwight settled in at the computer and decided to log onto
the escort site that Colin had developed for them.  To his surprise they
had over twenty hits already and several emails.

"Hey, Reg, come and see this," Dwight told his friend as he clicked open
the email box.

Reggie opened the first email from 'Hungrywhtbtm'. The message was brief,
but to the point.

'Very interested in your...uh...services.  Below is my picture with a brief
bio.  Again very interested in that 'Full Service" agreement.  Hit me back
if interested.'

"Damn, what do you think, Reggie?" Dwight asked.

"Well, let's see," Reggie answered as he scrolled down.

They read on.  Hungrywhtbtm was actually Harry Miller, a 41 year old,
self-made millionaire who lived in West Palm Beach, Florida.  He owned his
own realty company and lived alone.  His picture showed a man standing in a
circular drive before what appeared to be a Spanish style home.  He was
6'2" and said he weighed 190 pounds.

"Well, whatdya think?" Reggie asked.

"Let's look at the others," Dwight suggested.

They read the other emails, but, none of the other guys had included a
photo.  Reggie re-opened Harry's email.  After discussing it further,
Reggie sent a standard regret to the other four indicating the timing just
wasn't good right now.  He then responded to Harry in his best business
like rhetoric.

'We are interested in coming to West Palm Beach and are available the last
weekend of this month.  We will require a down payment of $500.00 and round
trip airline tickets from Montego Bay to West Palm Beach for Reginald Davis
and Dwight Steel will need to be purchased in advance.  The flight must
depart on Saturday morning and return the following morning.  Your payment
must by cashier check in either of our names and mailed to the P.O. Box
listed on our site.  Upon receipt a confirmation email will be sent."  They
read and re-read this response before Reggie clicked the send button.

"Well, looks like we're in business," Dwight laughed as he slapped his
friend on the back.

The following night, after another hard day at work, Dwight logged onto
their site and saw that 'Hungrywhtbtm' had already responded.

He called out to Reggie who joined him at the computer.  Dwight opened the
email and they both read.

'Thanks for the reply.  A cashier check for $500.00 has been purchased and
is being sent today by overnight courier.  Two e-tickets will await you in
Montego Bay on flight 7346 departing at 7:10 p.m.  Looking forward to
seeing you on the 25th.  Harry.'

Included were directions to Harry's home from Palm Beach International
Airport and a message that a car had already been reserved in their names
at the Hertz counter in the airport.

"Well, that was quick," Dwight said.

"And easy!" Reggie added.

"We got two more emails to read," Dwight noted as he returned to the In
Box.

The first one was from some guy in Washington DC and the next was a guy
from Miami, Florida.  The guy in Washington seemed okay, but the guy from
Miami, Brock Summers, was slightly more interesting.  He was a retired
U. S. Marine who now ran his own security business.  He, like Harry, was
also 41 years old and claimed to have very lucrative business accounts with
some of the most wealthy home owners in the area.  He, also like Harry, was
interested in the 'Full Service" agreement.  He also included a photo of
himself lounging beside a swimming pool.

Again after some discussion, they decided to decline on the first request
and Dwight copied and pasted in Reggie's previous response from the email
they sent to Harry, changing the particulars and suggesting the first
weekend of next month.

"Colin was right, buddy," Reggie told his friend.  "This could make us
rich!"

"Yeah a cool grand on back to back weekends, who would have thought it."
Dwight added.

Two days later Dwight gave the farm owner an excuse to leave for a long
lunch and he drove to their post office.  Sure enough, the package from
Harry was there already.  There was also a package from Brock Summers.  He
drove by the bank and deposited both cashier checks before returning to
work.

"Well, buddy," Dwight told his friend, "we now have one thousand dollars in
the bank."

They slapped hands and chuckled at their new found income.  As the days
went by they continued to get hits on their site.  Several more emails were
reviewed and, by joint decision, the sent their standard regret to wait
until they actually made their first couple of trips to see how things
went.  They each purchased some new clothes for their first trip.  On the
25th they had no problem boarding their flight and were pleased to see
Harry had purchased seats in the first class section even though that was
not requested.  Upon arrival at Palm Beach International Airport, Reggie
and Dwight, each with only a carry on bag, quickly got the car rented and
were en route to Harry's home in no time.

The directions Harry supplied were very easy to follow and it didn't take
long to get there.  Harry lived in a gated community.  Security let them in
and Reggie and Dwight were soon pulling up the circular drive they
recognized before actually seeing the address.  The front lawn was
meticulously manicured.  As they both got out and retrieved their carry-ons
from the back seat. The front door was opened and there stood Harry Miller
in khaki shorts and a white Polo shirt.  They all greeted one another as
Harry let them in.

"Damn, you're pictures definitely do not do you guys justice," Harry
remarked.

"Well, thanks, that's very kind of you," Reggie said.

"You have a nice home, here, Mr. Miller," Dwight added.

"Please, guys, call me Harry. No need to be so formal," Harry said.  "Why
don't you have a seat here," Harry added indicating the meticulously
decorated living room.  "I'll put your bags up."

They handed over their bags and strolled off into the living room as Harry
literally ran up the stairs with their bags.

"How about a drink?" Harry suggested when he returned.

They all got a drink and Harry led them on a brief house tour ending in his
large, gourmet kitchen.  Two large glass doors led from the side of the
kitchen out into a large yard complete with swimming pool and a large
gazebo fitted up for al fresco dining.

"I have reservations for dinner tonight, but was thinking we could hang out
by the pool until then, if you want," Harry then suggested.

"That sounds great," both Jamaicans responded as one.

They both were doing there best to hide their wide eyed awe and project an
aura of total sophistication.  As they stepped outside, Harry pointed out
the bath house at one end of the Olympic size pool.

"I keep extra swim trunks in there just for occasions like this," Harry
noted.  "Why don't you guys go find something and I'll be right back.

"Damn, this place must have cost him a couple million," Dwight said as they
entered the bath house.

"Maybe Harry will be a repeat customer," Reggie laughed.

They spied some wire baskets on shelves against the back wall.  Minutes
later they were each changed into swim gear.  Reggie found some box cut
briefs that barely concealed and almost seemed to amplify his bulging
crotch and Dwight opted for a looser pair of trunks.  They grabbed some
towels and headed back to the pool.  Reggie immediately dove into the deep
end as Dwight took their towels to a lounge chair by a table where they had
set their drinks.  He sprawled out on a chaise lounge just as Reggie poked
his head up near the side of the pool.  Water rolled down his dreads as he
smiled over at his friend.

"This must be the life," he said.

"Yes, it must be," Dwight agreed as he raised his drink in toast.

Harry reappeared seconds later wearing some bikini style briefs.  Reggie
and Dwight were impressed that this 41 year old guy had kept his body in
such good shape.  He was not overly muscular, but did have a lean, toned
physique.

"How's the water?" Harry asked as walked over by Dwight and set his drink
down on the same table.

"Feels good," Reggie smiled back at him.  "Why don't you loin me?"

"Sounds good to me," Harry answered.

Dwight looked agape as Harry walked toward the pool.  His butt cheeks were
fully exposed.  Harry was wearing a thong.  He couldn't resist commenting.

"Nice ass, Harry!" Dwight quipped.

"Well, thanks," Harry answered as he looked back over his shoulder and
wiggled his ass.  "It likes to come out to play," he chuckled just before
diving into the pool.

"Damn, this is gonna be one fucking hot trip!" Dwight muttered to himself.

Reggie and Harry began to frolic in the pool, tossing a nerf ball around,
laughing and splashing.  Dwight then finished off his drink and headed to
the pool.  Diving into the deep end, he swam across and then back again.
He joined in the nerf ball tossing.  He tossed the ball to high for Harry
to catch and it bounced off the water and onto the tiled decking.  Harry
swam to that side and pulled himself out of the water between the handrails
of the step ladder.  It was just out of his reach and Dwight was right
behind him in a flash.

"Here let me help you," Dwight said.

He propped his feet on the under water ledge that ran the whole
circumference of the pool.  Holding the handrail with one hand, he rubbed
Harry's ass with the other.  His finger and thumb slipped around the thin
waistband and pushed it up further.  Reggie was soon beside them and he
reached out to rub Harry's ass cheeks.

"Nice ass," he commented.

For his part, Harry quit trying to reach that ball, preferring, instead, to
let those two black studs explore his exposed ass while he just lay there
bent over the edge of his pool.  As Derrick slid the thin strip from
Harry's ass, pushing it aside, Reggie slid his hand into that ass crack and
quickly found what he was looking for.  His finger flicked at Harry's
rosebud several times.  Harry reached back and spread his ass cheeks open.
His puckered hole was now laid bare.  After rubbing it a few more times,
Reggie pressed the tip of his finger against Harry's tight sphincter and
then pushed inside.

"Aaah, yeah,...yeah," Harry sighed as Reggie sunk his finger in knuckle
deep.

"Damn, this is a tight fuck hole," Reggie announced as he began to finger
that ass.

"Looks good enough to fuck," Dwight added.  "Let me see."

With that, Dwight also shoved a finger inside.  With both guys fingering
him, Harry began to moan and gasp.

"Oh, yeah, open me up, guys.  Prime that ass," Harry directed.

After several minutes, Dwight pulled free and literally jumped out of the
pool.  He stripped off his trunks and squatted down before Harry.

"Let's see what Harry can do," he said as he stroked his hefty dick.

"Oh my God, that is huge," Harry exclaimed.

"Yeah, but I'm sure you can handle it," Dwight answered.

Without a further word, Harry opened his mouth and Dwight pushed himself
inside.  Harry began to lightly suck while running his tongue over the
bulbous head and glans.  He quickly stepped it up a notch and was soon
bobbing back and forth on Dwight's thick dick.  Dwight then watched as his
friend got on the low rung of the ladder, leaned in, and ran his tongue up
the crack of Harry's ass.

"Let's get rid of these," he then suggested as he tugged at Harry's briefs.

They were quickly tossed aside and Reggie took his place again.  He wrapped
his arms around the handrails and used his hands to pry open Harry's ass
cheeks.  He then leaned in again and began to run his tongue up and down
his ass crack.  This caused Harry to mumble a muted moan.

"Yeah take care of that ass, Reg," Dwight encouraged.

With one hand holding the base of his dick and the other on top of Harry's
head, Dwight began to hump his hips, face fucking Harry.

"Yeah, suck my dick, man.  Yeah that's it, suck it good," Dwight
encouraged.

Meanwhile, Reggie used the tip of his tongue to poke at Harry's tight
orifice.  With his fingers applying more pressure, Reggie opened that baby
up and dug his tongue inside.

"Mmmmph...mmmmppphhh." Harry mumbled again.

"I think he likes that," Dwight chuckled.

"He'll like it even more when he gets my big black dick up inside this
baby," Reggie answered.

With that he spat a thick glob of spittle into Harry's exposed hole.  Using
a finger, Reggie pushed his spittle inside of Harry's tight bung hole.
That finger was quickly followed by another.  He repeated that several
times, feeling Harry's ass loosening up and getting nice and slick.  By
then, Dwight had Harry's head in his big hands and was forcibly fucking his
hungry mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, suck my dick, man.  Suck it," Dwight commanded.

Reggie climbed up on more ladder rung and deftly slipped out of his boxers.
He began to slap Harry's ass cheeks with his dick before rubbing it up and
down his ass crack.  This elicited more muted sighs from Harry.  Reggie
drooled several thick globs of spittle into his hand and moistened his
dick.

"You want this dick up your ass, don't you Harry?" he asked.

"Mmmpph, Mmmppphh," came his reply.

"I think that means yes," Dwight laughed.

"Well open that baby up, then," Reggie demanded.

Harry then pulled on his ass cheeks exposing his puckered hole to Reggie.
Reggie pressed his dick head against that tight opening.  With a muted
grunt from Harry, Reggie shoved himself inside.  He pulled out and quickly
shoved himself inside again.  He repeated that teasing insertion several
times.  Then on the sixth time, Reggie held himself there and began to
slowly shove more and more of his dick.  He watched intently as his big
black dick forced its way inside Harry's white ass and those ass lips
stretching out tightly around his girth.

"Yeah, come on Harry, loosen that ass up.  Relax, man.  Let me get this
baby into that tight ass," Reggie encouraged.

"Damn, it's so big," Harry grimaced as Dwight pulled his dick free for a
few seconds.  "Ohh...aaaahhh...."

He didn't finish that last comment as Dwight shoved his dick back into
Harry's open mouth.  When Reggie was finally buried up to the root, he
wrapped both arms around the handrails and grabbed onto Harry's hips.  He
wiggled his own hips and dug his dick deep into that tight fuck hole.

"Damn, Dwight, you're gonna love this fucking ass, man.  It's nice and
tight," Reggie told his friend.

"And you're gonna get off on Harry's talented mouth," Dwight said.

Reggie then began to hump his hips, watching his friend and trying to stay
in syncopation with Dwight's own thrusting motion.

"Man, there's nothing like watching a big black dick fucking some white
ass," Dwight told his friend

He watched Reggie's thick dick split open Harry's ass and plunge in and out
in a steady rhythm.  Harry's fully stretched ass lips gripped his friend
tightly and pulled out and pushed in with each of Reggie's deep plunges.

"Man, this is some fucking tight ass, buddy," Reggie said again. "Mmmm,
yeah, I'm gonna fuck this baby good.  That's what you want, isn't Harry?"

With that, Reggie picked up his pace.  In seconds he was plowing that white
ass like there was no tomorrow.  This went on for several minutes with both
black studs using Harry's holes for their ultimate satisfaction.  Finally,
Reggie planted his dick deep inside of Harry and wrapped both arms around
his waist.

"Let's move up to the lounge chair," Reggie then indicated to all.

"Sounds good." Harry agreed as he felt himself still impaled by Reggie's
massive dick.

Reggie literally lifted Harry with him as he climbed the ladder out of the
pool.  With his dick still buried up Harry's ass, he carried him and took
them both over to the nearby chaise lounge.  He set Harry down into a
doggie style position and quickly continued where he had left off.  Dwight
stood by stroking himself.

"You gonna hog that ass all to yourself?" Dwight finally asked.

"Naw, come on over and get you some," Reggie laughed as he pulled himself
free.

Dwight was soon in place and guided his dick inside of Harry's proffered
fuck hole.

"Oooh, yeah, fuck my ass.  Fuck it good," Harry sighed.

"Yeah gotta give the customer what they paid for," Dwight chuckled as he
plunged his dick in balls deep, eliciting a loud grunt from Harry.

As Dwight began to fuck Harry's ass, Reggie slid down into the back of the
lounge and pushed his swollen dick into Harry's face.  Harry reciprocated
by quickly taking that massive member into his mouth.

"Yeah, suck that dick while I pound your ass," Dwight encouraged from
behind.

This wild fuck session lasted nearly an hour more as both black studs took
turns tag teaming that white ass in a variety of positions out by Harry's
pool.  When they were both sated and ready to explode. Dwight and Reggie
stood beside the lounge while Harry sat in it and they all jerked their
dicks furiously.

"Aaah, yeah, I'm gonna shoot," Reggie said first.  "Eat my cum, man."

With that, Reggie pointed his dick at Harry's face.  A huge glob of cum
spurted out onto Harry's nose and chin.  Harry opened his mouth and took
several more volleys of Reggie's cum onto his outstretched tongue.  When
Reggie pulled his hand from his dick, Harry grabbed it and took him into
his mouth.  As he siphoned out every last drop of cum, Harry, too, shot his
load.

"My turn," Dwight then said.

Dwight then proceeded to spew copious amounts of his cum all over Harry's
face.

"Aaah, yeah," he sighed as he felt that last spasm and watched it spit out
onto Harry's cum soaked face.

Both black studs stood there as Harry took turns sucking their dicks dry.

"Mmm.  Yeah.  Taste's good.  Mmmmm, yeah," Harry muttered as he licked,
sucked, and gobbled down every last drop.

To be continued.....