Tales of Jimbo And JJ Chapter Two But "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?" by Ike @@@@
The Shirelles "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?" 1961 hit
As I woke up on my first morning at New York University in 1968, I was slightly hung over, and very worried. The night before, I had gotten blitzed on beer with my new roommate, John Johns, known as JJ to his family. We had a hell of a lot in common. Both of us were farm boys from small towns; I was from a pimple on the map called Joy, Kansas, a town so small we didn't even have our own schools. John was from a similar tiny town in Mississippi. We had both been nervous about rooming with a "city slicker", and relieved to find a fellow farm boy.
We were both also.. well, to put it simply: we're runts. I'm 5'5" tall, from a pretty inbred town where the average adult male height is 5'9". I've always felt shortchanged; dad had married an "outsider", the sister of his best buddy from the Marines. Mom's family are Swedish farmers, and at six feet tall, she's the tallest woman in town and taller than most men. My only brother, Will, who takes after her, is 6'3" and hung like a breeding bull. Will is twelve years older than me, and was also in the Marines. He brought home a farm-girl from Korea, Kim, who is all of five feet tall. They are quite a sight together, but are always so obviously deeply in love that it makes me jealous and horny. Kim was the first person in my family to address me by my real name, James, instead of by my hated inherited nickname, Jimbo. Unfortunately, while drunk, I had told JJ that name, but he understood my desire to be known as James. He agreed that Jimbo would be our private name.
We had agreed early on that since he's 5'3", there would probably be no one else we'd meet who would understand two short country boys as well as we understood each other, and by the time we ran out of beer, we had sworn ourselves best friends. I had not yet told him my secret: that I had never had a best friend.
That is, if we were still best friends. Or friends at all. We had a lot of drunken talk about the fact that we were both virgins. After lights out, we both began jacking off, and somehow or other...
Well, John Jones ended up in bed with me, James Robert McArthur. At first we were just beating off together, but then we were jerking each other off, and then we.. well, we had sex. We sucked each other's cocks. More than once. While finger fucking each other. After discussing the fact that we had become "cocksuckers" together in the privacy of our room, we had cuddled and went to sleep I the same bed.
Now it was almost noon. I had just woken up and John was not in the room. I kept hearing The Shirelles singing "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?" in my head. We hadn't just been cocksuckers; we had kissed - a lot. I had loved it , and I thought that he did too, and now he was gone...
I reached for a cigarette. I sat up to get my gold lighter from my nightstand, the one my dad and Will had given me as a surprise going-away gift, packing it in my suitcases with a few boxes of cigars and some brand new porn magazines. I saw that it held down a piece of paper, a note from John:
"Dear Jim: "I went to go get us some food, since the Dining Hall service is not available yet. My mamma bought me an electric coffee maker from the Sears' catalogue last year when I was living on caffeine to get all my schoolwork done, and it's on top of my dresser. The can opener is inside it, and you'll find a fresh can of coffee behind it. Can you make us a pot? I'll bring back a small bottle of milk with the other food."
"I also thought you might want some time alone to think about last night. I loved all of it, but then I sort of pushed you into most of it. I'd hate to think it ruins our friendship, since I never had a best friend before. And I really like having YOU as a best friend."
"See you soon with the vittles, John Jones, or JJ."
I heaved a sigh of relief. JJ was still my best buddy, and maybe we were more than that. I wasn't too sure how to define my feelings for him. All I know is that when I woke up and he wasn't in the room, I had felt bad. VERY bad.
I got up, blessing the fact that we were assigned to the newest dorm building, which had semi-private bathrooms. We shared ours with the room next door, and the guys there were not signed in yet. JJ and I had both arrived at school earlier than expected, but were allowed to movie into the dorms. I knew that the older buildings had group bathrooms. I wondered if the reason we were in a dorm that was for upperclassmen was because we were so small, physically. And I really didn't give a shit. No walking down a cold hallway to take a leak! And no taking group showers with tall, muscular, hairy men staring at my little body, and my little cock. At least I was hairy. Poor John was as hairless as a kid.
I went into the bathroom and washed the dried jism off my face and body, grinning. Then I filled up the pot, plugging it in. Soon the room was filled with the smell of fresh percolating coffee and I was starving.
I heard JJ fumbling with his key, and opened the door for him. I was still naked, and the sight of his handsome face made me pop an instant woody. He grinned at me and said "Hey there, squirt. I guess your salute there means we're still best friends." He put the bags down on his bed and began to get undressed.
"Not if you're going to call me squirt! That's worse than Jimbo! It's been less than a year since I finally convinced Will to switch that name to his youngest son."
To my excitement and happiness, John hugged me and gave me a long, deep kiss. He licked my ear, then whispered, "I was kinda hoping I could call you that as a sexy pet name, James. I though it was cute, like you. Oh, shit, I hope I'm not pushing this too fast! I still don't know how you feel about last night, and I`m..."
"I loved last night too, and when I woke up with you gone, I got worried, until I saw the note. In fact, I heard this song in my head when you were missing..."
"Let me guess. Probably the same one I heard when I was getting dressed and looking at you sleeping. The Shirelles singing `Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?'?" I nodded, and spontaneously, we began to sing the song. Another thing we had in common: we're both very good singers: he has a great tenor, and I sing a deep baritone. We muddled through the song, having trouble with the words, but it became "our song". Within a week we had each bought the other a copy of the record. (Neither of us knew that the group had recorded it twice, originally calling it just "Tomorrow", so we ended up with both versions.) A month later I found a store that sold sheet music, and bought us a copy, which we framed. It still hangs over our bed.
Although John was as hard and dripping as me, we decided to eat first. Neither of us had anything for dinner but a lot of beer and even more jism. The coffee was ready, and JJ unpacked a couple of mugs. (His mother had sent him out with six, "for company". So typical of a farm family!) He also had a cheap set of silverware, a couple of bigger knives, and some plates. I was surprised that my mom had not thought of providing me with the same stuff, until John confessed that he's a late night snacker. "I drink coffee and eat peanut butter sandwiches while I study. Or other junk food."
JJ had found a store and bought some "New York" food neither of us had ever heard of. The girl behind the counter was originally from Georgia, and hearing John's accent, had helped him in selections and explained some of them. That day we ate our first bagels with creamed cheese, sliced correctly, thanks to Mary-Beth`s instructions. We also tried them with strawberry jam John had brought from home. He told me that she had told him about some sort of smoked fish, but it was expensive, so we missed out on discovering lox that morning. There were Italian cookies, and a small cake for later that was German and chocolate. Here was another thing we shared; a sweet tooth with a high metabolism to burn it off.
John had noticed the boxes of cigars, and lit one for us to chare, since he loved them, too. We always get a kick out of walking down a street smoking stogies. Our shortness always gets us double-takes! We cuddled as we shared the cigar.
"John, when the men in the next room move in, we have to remember to always keep the bathroom door closed, and we have to start practicing being quieter when we have sex. There was one orgasm there last night when I was sure they heard you back in Kentucky!"
"Me? You gave one shout there that I'm sure my mamma hear back on the farm!" we giggled. "I WAS surprised at myself, James. I've always been quiet, sharing a room with brothers. I hated their nasty comments."
"I was always lucky. Most of the time I had a room to myself, except when my brother and his bride had the room next to me, but then they were so noisy fucking, they never hear me." I told him about the Willy and Kim Sex Radio Show and we laughed. "What nasty comments did your brothers make?"
"I have a hated nickname, too, but it's not cute like squirt. Its.. `The Shrimp'. I'm the only small guy in my family. The men in my family average six feet. And here I am, all of 5'3". They took me to a specialist in Jackson, who said it was probably because I was born premature. We don't have a hospital in Joy, so the town always considered it a miracle that the one doctor in town pulled me through. Why is your mouth hanging open like that. Looking for me to stick my prick in it? I still want another cup of coffee, first, your horndog."
"Your home town is named Joy and you were a preemie?" He nodded as he padded over to the coffee pot. I began to laugh and he stared at me. I waved him back to the bed.
I held out a hand, and shook his when he put it in. "I don't think I mentioned that I hail from the beautiful splotch of prairie called Joy, Kansas, and I was also born premature. Can't blame my shortness on that. I got the short end of the genetic stick. I take after my dad's family, while my brother is 6'3", thanks to our Viking goddess mom."
John giggled at that, and soon we were rolling on the bed laughing. "John, it occurred to me while you were out that we might have lucked out by being short." He gave me a sour look. "This building is a new dorm built for upperclassmen. Want to bet that the administration stuck us here so we wouldn't be hassled by other freshmen in the group showers and toilets? So we just have to worry about the guys in the next room."
He puffed the cigar. "I think you might be right. I got a letter with a different dorm assignment, and when I got here, they switched me."
"Same here."
"You mentioned driving to New York?" I told him about my station wagon. "Perfect. I got so many going away presents that I had to ship up a trunk by Greyhound, and I still have to pick it up at the depot. I am not just the only member of my family going to college; I am the first person in our fucking county since the Civil War to go to college outside of Mississippi. So all kinds of groups did fundraising to buy me shit. Churches I never went to bought me stuff. My own church bought me a portable stereo. Oh, yeah, my Southern friend Mary-Beth at the shop told me why all the men in the dorms right now are so big and muscular. This week, the only people in the dorms except for a few early arrivals like us are members of sports teams, mostly the football team. All those big, hairy muscle-men in this building are football players! She says most of the students are just average folks, although she did allow as to my probably being the shortest college student she ever met." We laughed. I got up to get dressed. "WHERE the FUCK do you think you're going, buddy? You had that beautiful hard prick waiting for me when I came in the door, and I have had plans for it since then." He smirked at me. "Or are you already tired of sex with me?"
I decided to tease him. I pulled the fat envelope of porn out from under the bed where I had stashed it, and dumped them on the bed. "Well, I WAS planning on looking at some of the porn that my brother Will and dad bought for me for some excitement..."
His eyes lit up. "I never seen any porn magazines. Well, I saw a Playboy magazine when I went to the nearest city last year to take my College Boards. Just looked at it in the newsstand in the hotel lobby until the owner chased me off. He thought I was a kid." He picked one up at random, opened to the middle and gasped. "Do they know you're a cocksucker, James?"
"How could they? I had no idea MYSELF until last night, remember? You ere there! Why? I think that they just got an assortment, and they picked up some with three-ways because all of last year I preferred those, and kept the few from THEIR collection in my room." He handed me the open magazine. It was the one I had started jerking off to the first night in the motel, but I had not finished looking at it after I popped my nuts. I had looked at other ones on other nights. This was further along the magazine. The two MEN were having sex, and the woman was sitting in a chair watching them, her fingers in her cunt. "I hadn't seen the rest of this magazine, just the part where the guys were sharing the woman. But these guys are going at it like we were last night, fingers in their asses and all!" I turned a page. "HOLY SHIT!"
He pulled it from me and also started getting excited. The next page had one of the men spreading his leg, and the other putting some Vaseline on his massive manhood. He made Will look like he was under-endowed! The next picture had him working that big, fat dick into the other man's ass, and the man getting fucked was grinning. We sat and looked together, stunned. And turned on. "Jimbo, I want you to do that to me. Man, do I want that!" His use of our ""sex name" let me know he was dead serious. I was turned on, but a bit scared. The man was grinning with that big prong up his bunghole, but it looked like it HAD to hurt! Then I remembered - I would be sticking MY cock in JJ's pretty ass. And when it was his turn... well, nether of us were hung like those men, and John had less meat then me. I also had a feeling that he liked me too much to hurt me. In fact, was kind of hoping it was more than "liked", since I was beginning to be VERY fond of the little guy. I was afraid to even think of the word.
JJ went to his dresser and got a jar of hair-cream. I kept looking at the pictures, staring at the stud fucking his buddy in a number of positions. I gasped as JJ began to spread the cool goop on my cock. I took some on my fingers, and when he spread his legs, I worked three fingers in as he got excited. He grabbed my head and we began to kiss again. This was more than "just sex" for me, but was it the same for John?
We stopped kissing, and he looked in my eyes. "I want this so much, but I want you to know something, James. I saw that picture, and it got me horny. But the first thing I thought was: `There's only one guy I want doing to that to me, at least to be the first guy. Jimbo.' So if you don't really want to do it.. I mean, I don't want to push you into anything. I just... Shit."
I took a deep breath. "I think what your trying to say is `I think I might be falling in love with you.' Because I think I am with you, John." I looked away, afraid.
"I AM falling in love with you, James. I know it sounds silly, after knowing each other less than twenty-four hours, but it`s not just the fact that you're the first person I had sex with. I knew you were special when we first met. I didn't know why."
"I think you're the most special person I ever met, Johnny."
We looked at each other, grinning. We were holding hands. JJ laughed. "Shit. I'm not just a cocksuckers. I'm a faggot, a queer, whatever. I don't care. I'm in love with YOU, and you're in love with ME. Now, will you MAKE love to me, buddy?"
He lay back on his bed, spreading his legs like the man in the picture. I don't remember crossing the room. I just remember my cock sliding into his tight, hot hole as he grinned at me. He did wince when I first entered him, but he shoved back to make me slide further in before I could pull out, seeing the concern in my face. He pushed back to make me slide all the way in, and my balls hit his. We both gave a small scream; lust, excitement and even some pain for both of us. JJ was so tight, my foreskin felt like it was being ripped at first. Then he relaxed, and it popped back, and I was fine.
I stood still, feeling his boiling hot guts massaging my prick. I was so excited, I was afraid I'd pop right away. JJ was moaning "Jimbo" over and over, so I had to assume he liked it, especially from the way his hard dick was jumping and spewing clear honey. I had never seen a man so horny - not even myself. Not that I had seen too many men hard and horny. I had seen Will often enough, and I had seen my cousin Jack jacking-off in the barn with some of Dad's porn a half dozen times before he began regularly screwing his recent bride, and a few times he had left his bedroom door open and I saw him when he thought he was alone going at it, too. And a couple of times I had seen Dad jerking off at HIS favorite spot, the swimming hole. You would think that after Will had told us he had spied on him through the buses there he would have found a new place, but I found myself spying on him, too. I had also seen our hired hand beating his meat there a number of times. The first time I almost walked into the clearing while he was going at it. I thought he was in town!
But JJ was at a height of passion. His nipples, with no hair to hide them, were hard and pointy, and he already had my stomach hair plastered with his pre-cum. He was panting like he was ready to shoot and I hadn't even moved yet. I just looked at my handsome.. hell, he was my fucking boyfriend! I giggled at the literalness of the thought. His eyes had been closed, and he opened them slowly at my sound.
He looked at me, smiling. "I guess you like this, huh? But what's so funny?" I told him what had made me laugh, and he also laughed. "Actually, right now, YOU are the fucking boyfriend. Or will be when you start moving your hairy ass, Squirt."
"You OK, Horndog? Ready for...?"
"FUCK MY FUCKING ASS! Does that answer you question?" he moaned passionately.
I muttered in a joking grumble. "Damn, we know who's the boss I this..."
"Marriage?" he teased. "Damn right I am. For now. PLEASE, Jimbo, stop teasing me. It feels so good, I want to feel it ALL!"
Grinning at him, I slowly pulled back, making him moan. I joined him. I had NEVER felt anything so good in my life! I eased back I, and grinned at his cursing as he wiggled back for me to get in deeper. Then I guess that instincts took over. My hips moved; his hips moved. We bucked and cursed and he begged me to go faster and fuck harder. My lips sealed his as I did, and our cries became muffled.
I knew that this would not last long. I was in love for the first time I my life, and JJ loved me. I was fucking someone I loved for the first time. Hell, I was FUCKING for the first time, and it was a hotter, tighter hole than I ever imagined fucking. His cigar-tasting tongue was licking out the inside of my mouth, and I felt my asshole puckering as my toes curled and I knew that my orgasm was approaching.
"Horndog, I'm gonna fucking shoot my load in you. Gonna squirt my love juices in your tight, hot hole. I'm..." I gave a strangled cry as I arched my back and rammed in as deep as I could, and felt my balls turn inside out as I pumped the best load of my life in him. He was running his hands over my chest, pinching my nipples, driving me to further passion, and my hips kept going.
I collapsed on him, kissing him. I felt his hard prick pulsing between us. I gathered all my energy, and slowly pulled out of him. He whimpered in disappointment until my mouth engulfed his manhood, and within 30 seconds, I was drinking my love's essence. I realized that I was getting awfully mushy with John, and I had to control myself when we were outside.
I kissed him, and we shared his load until it was gone, then cuddled, his hand on my ass possessively. I guess I stiffened unconsciously.
"Sweetheart, are you nervous about me fucking you? Because we don't have to do it if you don't want it. I wanted YOU in ME. I never want to force you to do anything, or to hurt you."
I kissed him on the nose. "I knew you wouldn't, love. I AM nervous, but I also know you'll take your time to get me good and hot. I was just thinking that I want to shout from the roof that I love you, and I can't even hold your hand in public, and it made me a bit upset. We'll have to be careful, Horndog. We're two passionate men, and we're both in love for the first time. In a world that doesn't allow two men to fall in love. Maybe they can fuck, but not fall in love."
"I was sort of thinking the same thing. "It's not like we're built to defend ourselves if the guys in the next room tell the world we're queer for each other. We could get seriously hurt."
I nodded, then kissed him. "Then we just have to fuck ourselves silly every fucking night and morning, so no one will see it in us during the day." I cuddled up against him, and we took a short nap, passion spent for a short time.
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Passion spent for a SHORT time. We were both not yet nineteen, and both ion love for the first time in our loves, and both hornier than average guys to begin with. We had admitted the evening before while drunk that we averaged six masturbatory sessions a day each.
I woke up with JJ sucking on my nipple. Twenty-four hours earlier, I had not known how arousing that was; now it was a way to give me an instant erection. I gently held his head to my chest to encourage him to continue and let him know I was awake, although I think the hard cock waving in his face was evidence of that. He moved to kiss me, and his dripping woody poked me in the leg. My boyfriend was ready to do the fucking. And I was getting excited about it. My hand went to his ass, and felt some of my load dripping out, and I wiggled my finger inside. I licked my finger. "So, that's what my cum tastes like!"
"You never tasted it before?" I shook my head. He giggled. "I only tasted mine because last night you made me come so hard, some of it landed in my mouth. I like yours better. It's sweeter. Like nuts."
"Now, I like your salty load better than mine, but then I tasted mine second hand, cooled off from your ass. And you got another taste of your own when we kissed, Horndog."
"I love my new nickname, Hot Stuff."
"Well, I like that a hell of a lot better than Squirt. In fact, I love it."
"Sorry. You'll get a Squirt whispered in your ear when I need you shooting in me again. I'm tempted to whisper it now."
I took a deep breath. "And deprive yourself of the chance of popping my ass-cherry right now?" I grinned at him. "Yeah. I'm a lot less nervous, Horndog. You OBVIOUSLY loved it, so I figure I'm gonna like it, too. We love just about everything else."
We began to kiss, tweaking each other's nipples. JJ greased some fingers and eased into my ass. After the night before, three fingers, this time well greased, didn't hurt. He found my Magic Spot and I lost myself as I lay back and moaning, spread my legs. "Go slow, baby, but fuck me good. I wanted you to be my first, too, when I saw those pictures. And I want to look at your face when we do it. Later we can try the other positions in the pictures."
"There are other positions?" I nodded. "Well, you can surprise me with them, Hot Stuff." He was greasing up his cock, which I had to stop, myself from feeling was suddenly a lot bigger. It was the same one I had swallowed a little while before until my chin hit his balls ad felt them begin to pump. I DID wonder if I would EVER want anyone but him doing it to me. Then I thought of my high school gym teacher, Mr. Miller, a balding, furry muscle man in his 30's. I had ever realized before that I always jerked off after gym class. It had been Mr. Miller who had gotten my balls boiling! Son of a bitch. I was always queer!
I felt JJ's cockhead touch my as slips, and I smiled at him. My boyfriend was more handsome, and had one BIG advantage over Mr. Miller. He was naked in bed with me, and I was in love with HIM! Without thinking, I snapped my hips back, and he sunk into me as we both sighed. I felt a small amount of pain, but mostly lust, and love, and passion and excitement...
I would confess to my boyfriend later that I had been thinking about another man at the same time as I was making HIS cock sink all the way into me. Right now, I knew what wanted and needed: "Horndog, plow me! Fuck the hell out of my ass!"
And he did. And I loved it. I felt his cock rubbing along my Magic Spot and I was huffing and puffing. I was looking at his face; he had his eyes on me, and was grinning, happier than could be.
I wiggled my ass and squeezed the muscles inside me. JJ HOWLED! "Holy fucking shit! What are you doing? I thought I was loving it before, but now it`s..." He was at a loss for words. "It's a whole new race!"
I was panting, almost babbling "Harder, baby. Harder and faster!"
JJ kissed me as I tweaked his nipples harder than usual. With a roar around my lips, he rammed deeper into me, and I felt fire in my guts. He was whimpering around my lips "Squirting in my Squirt!" Which made me slap his ass. He pulled out and rammed back in, and I howled at the pleasure.
He lay on me as he went soft inside of me, our tongues dueling. "John, you're prodding my bladder. I have to take a mean piss form all that coffee."
"Me too." Reluctantly, he pulled out of me. Before he let me up, he scooped some of his load out of my ass, and licked his fingers. "Nope. Still think you taste better."
Now we were going to test our relationship. I had never peed in the same toilet as another man before. I had been uncomfortable peeing while Will or Jack was showering or shaving in the bathroom we had shared.
No problem. We stood with our arms around each other's waists, peeing across each other's stream in the one toilet. It wasn't totally necessary. There was a toilet in a stall, a urinal, two sinks, and a large stall shower. We ere small enough to fit I the stall together side by side, while full sized guys would not have been able to do so. I realized that we could shower together in the stall which was meant to be big enough for a very large man..
We began to kiss, and got hard. He held my dick. "Good. I want another load in my ass before we go pick up my trunk."
"You are a horndog! Let's fuck in the shower. I heard a friend tell a story about doing that with his girlfriend the first night they spent together. It was their fourth fuck, according to him. They got married right after graduation, a shotgun wedding. There were six weddings that month from my class, and five in August. All of them before planned."
JJ had already turned on the shower, and gone to get some soap and shampoo. I was wetting myself down when he joined me, and we began to wash each other. We kissed and soaped each other up, and then we got my cock soapy and his ass. But the soap washed away too fast. So we got soapy again, and stepped out of the shower stall. JJ grabbed the edges of one of the sinks, and I was about to ease into him when he rammed back against me, causing us both to shout in lust. We could watch ourselves in the large mirror over the sink.
I began to pump into him. JJ moaned "Hot Stuff, you're doing something different. I guess..." a long moan off passion escaped his lips. "I guess it's the different angle, baby. Each time you ram in, you hot my ass-nut, that spot that feels so good when you had your finger I me. It's like you're jerking me off from inside my body." His head sapped back against my body as his ass spasmed around my prick. "DAMN! That feels so fucking GREAT! I love you, James!"
I whispered in his ear: "And I adore you, John. And your hot little butt." I picked up my fucking as his ass continued to grip and loosen at me. He was making all kinds of new noises, and I watched his face in the mirror. His face glowed, and he was breathing hard. I could see he was close to shooting a load, and I wasn't too far behind him. I was vaguely aware of some noises in the other room, but beyond caring.
"Oh, fuck. Gonna squirt my hot load from just you fucking me, sweetheart!" He whimpered as his ass spasmed and clamped on me. I rammed in and twisted his nipples, and he gave a groan. I could feel his load splattering on the tiles and my foot.
I bit his neck as I began to shoot into him, and the room got brighter. I was in Heaven, and I saw the bog grin on his face.
Then a deep voice with a Texas drawl said from the doorway that SHOULD have been closed "Cal, I don't think we have to worry about getting along with the guys in the next room. We're gonna be great buddies, I think."
We both turned to see a naked young man our age, perhaps an inch taller than me, with a hard dick, smiling at us. He was not as hairy as me, but moderately hairy, and had a full mustache. Then, before we could break apart, another young man stood behind him. He was obviously his identical twin, except that his mustache went all the way down to his chin, in a then current style. He was also hard and grinning, and gripped his twin's dick. "Yeah, Al, I'd say you're right. Good fucking friends."
All we could do was smile back, and then start laughing.
We had been so worried about being cautious about getting caught by the guys in the next room, and then ran into the bathroom to fuck and had not locked the connecting door! Or even checked if it was lockable. Well, at least we didn't have to worry that these twins would tell the world we were queer.
Our main problem now was: were we going to fuck with them, or remain an exclusive couple? We had never discussed this, only discussing the fact that we both wanted to give our asses to each other first. That had implied other men., I guess. Or did it?
John and I had to have a talk, and fast.
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Well, we already agreed that it was JJ & Jimbo united against the hostile world. He had agreed that together we can face anything. A couple of horny neighbors who were basically our size and obviously as queer as us was a piece of cake.
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