Jimbo and JJ

Tales of Jimbo And JJ Chapter Three Meeting The Twins by Ike

After all the worrying that John and I had done about being discrete about our increasing homosexual activity when our neighbors moved into the dorm-room with which we shared a bathroom, all we could do was laugh when a Texan drawl from a naked man about our size and age informed his identical twin that they didn't have to worry about getting along with the two guys in the next room while I pumped a load of jism into Johns ass as he dumped a sizable load of cum on the floor and our feet. I had been so busy fucking the living daylights out of JJ that we had not even really noticed the connecting door open. We had been so horny, we had not even looked to see if that door locked first. (it does not from inside the toilet, only from inside the rooms)

The first guy, apparently named Al, was perhaps an inch taller than me, displaying a hard dick about the same size as mine but fatter and was smiling in a very friendly way. He was moderately hairy, but not as hairy as me, and had a full mustache. His identical twin had appeared naked next to him, except his mustache went all the way down to his chin, in a then current style. His brother had addressed him as Cal. Hard and also grinning, he gripped his twin's dick. Their first comment in their deep drawls was "I don't think we have to worry about getting along with the guys in the next room. We're gonna be good fucking friends, I think."

It might not seem like such a big deal today, but this was September of 1968. Until the night before, John and I had both been total virgins, and neither of us had ever thought about sex with a guy. While drunk, we had oral sex with each other, and kissed, and had decided we liked it. Looking at a porn magazine just a few hours earlier in the afternoon, we had seen pictures of men fucking and John, also known as JJ, had decided he wanted me to do it to him. Not long after I blasted a load into his guts, I had JJ pumping into me, and loved it. We were accepting that we were queer. At least for each other.

Complicating the matter is the fact that although we're both farm boys from small towns (I'm from Kansas and John is from Mississippi), neither of us are exactly built for self-defense; I'm 5'5" and John is 5'3". Traveling to New York University, we had become acutely aware of just how small we were compared to the average American male. Finding that these two guys were not that much bigger than us was a comfort. We had been worried about finding big jocks sharing our suite. So far, except for a few early arrivals like us, only athletes, mostly the football team, were on campus. I would imagine those guys would make most men feel puny. Imagine how they made a 5'5" guy away from home for the first time feel. Until I met John. My best friend and my ally against a cruel world.

I'd never had a best friend before, and with all of the sexual exploring, I had yet to tell him that fact. But we had declared ourselves best friends BEFORE we began jerking off together. Now we were even closer.

Finding them naked and gripping each other's dicks was a surprise and a bit confusing. We knew there were other queer men in the world. We just hadn't yet discussed how we were going to interact with them, and these two seemed ready and eager to join us in the fun. To be honest, my first reaction was jealousy. I started to blush from an unreasonable anger, and as a redhead, that's a full body blush.

Fortunately the twins took the blush as embarrassment. And there was some of that in there. Even if the guys were brother fags, getting caught fucking was embarrassing. I'd have been as embarrassed if regular guys caught me fucking a girl. Maybe even more so, for the girl`s reputation. I was raised to be a gentleman. Well, boasting to your buddies didn't count - since most of the time it was a pack of lies.

John amazed me. He had a dick in his ass, and jism dripping out of it, with a pool of his own jizz on his foot, and he just smiled and said. "Hey, y'all. Nice to meet you, but could you give us about twenty minutes to get ourselves presentable? This all started when we were trying to take a shower so James could drive me to go pick up my trunk at the bus depot."

Cal's eye lit up. "You got fucking wheels? And you're headed to the bus depot? Is there room in your car for our trunk, too?"

I laughed. I had plopped out of John. "Yes and yes. It's my ma's old station wagon, with a totally rebuilt engine. I drove it all the way from Kansas."

"Alone?" Al said, his eyes wide. I nodded. "Shit. I'd have been so lonely and afraid. But then twins ain't built to be alone. You two wash up, and we'll get dressed. Although I wish to hell we could get a decent cup of coffee first."

John grinned "Your wish is granted, Al. I own a coffee pot, and we can make a fresh pot. We still have plenty of milk from our late breakfast. Well knock on your bathroom door when were ready, OK?" They nodded, and went back to their room when he pointed. My little buddy was quite a leader!

We took a quick shower together, ignoring the renewed erections that arose. As we quickly got dressed, I brought up a subject bothering me: "John, there's something that we never discussed. Not that we've have that much time since we've discovered each other." I smiled at him. "Since I discovered that I'm falling in love with you."

He put a hand on my cheek. "I love your rough beard, Jimbo." I shot him a look. That was our sex-name and we didn't have time to do anything. He laughed at my look. "I've never been in love before, Jim. I can't help flirting with you. You're wondering what to do when the Texas Twins hit on us later, ain`t you?"

I stared at him. "How did you..?"

"Because I'm wondering the same thing. I saw the look in their eyes - they're interested in our bodies, and they have no idea how new we are to sex. Any sex, but especially fag sex."

"JJ, there is a big enough vicious world out there ready to call us names and beat the crap out of us if we make another mistake like the one we just made. Let's find our own words that are not insulting. Like.. mansex. It means the same thing but is not insulting to ourselves."

He gave me a deep, long kiss. "You're right. And we can come up with some code words, so we can talk in public and no one will know we're talking about sex. But it doesn't answer our main question."

I looked at him, then grinned. "You want to try them, don't you, slut-boy?" I gave him a friendly punch. "I can see it in your eyes. You're curious, and let's face it, when it comes to mansex, you're the more adventurous one. I would have thought about the ass fucking for a week before hinting at it. You saw that picture and offered me your beautiful butt right away."

He blushed. "Yeah, I do. I want to see if twins fuck differently. Even if all we do is oral sex..." He lit a cigarette when he finished dressing, lost in thought. "James?"

"What?"

"Would you be upset if I said that for now, I just want to try oral sex with other men. I'd like to save my ass just for you for awhile."

I laughed. "No, you just don't want another man having my ass, do you?" He blushed. "Well, I feel the same way. I think I'd be jealous watching a guy fuck you. But sharing oral sex with other men would be hot." I lit one of my cigars as he started the coffee going. I almost whispered. "John, when we talked about being best friends last night, I forgot to mention something. I never had one before. So it's doubly wonderful to find a best friend and fall in love with him. All at the same time."

He smiled at me. "Well, I've never been in love, and I've never had a best friend before you, either, Jimbo. So maybe I'm a little bit crazy today, too. But I DO love you, and that makes me very happy. I never thought I'd be this happy. Now go get our first guests as a.. as a couple." He blushed with a sort of happy smirk.

Grinning at the word, I left the porn spread on my bed for the twins to see. Going through the bathroom to get our guests, I found Cal taking a piss. He said he'd get his twin, but I saw him staring at my cigar with bright eyes.

"JJ, I think my being a stogie man is going to make our new buddies even hotter. Cal looked like he was ready to rape me in the toilet when he saw me smoking my cigar." He laughed, but ran to light one himself.

We are all basically Southerners and country folk, so it was no surprise when they knocked on "the back door" to the toilet instead of the front door to the room. John opened the door, and Al looked like he would faint when he saw my buddy in a tight t-shirt which showed off his better build while smoking that cigar. I'd decided to go with MY most masculine attribute, my hairy body, so my sports shirt was unbuttoned to my waist. Cal, the twin with the fu-Manchu mustache down to his chin line, stared at me with obvious lust. It was strange. They were identical twins, but for some reason, I was happy that Cal was more attracted to me. Maybe it was the mustache?

It was John who took over, as usual. He walked up to Cal, who was in the doorway, with a hand out. "Hey, there, y'all. I'm John Jones, and the giant over goes by the fancy handle of James Robert McArthur. Or just Jim. We just moved in and met yesterday. We got totally plastered and.. well, things sort of happened, ending up in what y'all just to saw. It was the first time for both of us."

I was impressed. He'd gotten all the important information into two sentences.

"Cal and Al Cohen, from Joy Wells, Texas. A town with more oil rigs than people."

We shook hands around while the two of us laughed. Cal asked. "What's so fucking funny?"

I answered. "Calvin, I'm from a pimple in the Kansas prairie named `Joy', and Johnny's from an even smaller town named Joy, Mississippi. We both had to go to school in other towns."

Cal smirked. "Well, we did, too. Joy Wells ain't even really a town, just a company designation. But both our folks are college educated, and Mamma majored in English lit. All her kids got named from Shakespeare. My name is actually Caliban, and junior here is Alarbus. And you better never say it. Last year he beat up a six foot tall jock for calling him that name. It was the shock of having a midget attack him, I guess."

I looked at Al. "Just curious. I read a lot of Shakespeare, and I of course know Caliban is from `The Tempest", but..?" I didn't want to risk pissing him off.

He laughed. "NO ONE has ever heard of Alarbus. He's from a play called "Titus Andronicus", which most people never read. It's so fucking BORING that I've never finished reading it! But I'm going to be a theater major, and I've decided that having an unusual name might be an asset as an actor. So I might as well get used to being called Alarbus." He made a sour face. "At least Cal has a decent Hebrew name: Caleb'. I got stuck with 'Azrael, which is the name of the Archangel of Death."

Johnny looked confused. "Hebrew name? Why would y'all have Hebrew names?"

I hit him in the back of the head "Because they're JEWISH, dimwit. Now serve OUR guests coffee."

Johnny was staring at the two of them as he served the coffee. Finally Cal laughed: "No, we don't have horns. That picture you saw of Moses in your family Bible was based on a statue by Michelangelo, and they were supposed to be the rays of light that shone from his head."

John blushed. "How did y'all..?"

"Easy. We grew up in Texas, where there are PLENTY of Jews, and we still met loads of folks who thought we'd have horns. Funny thing is, some of them had German-Jewish great-granddaddies and didn't know it."

I said. "There were about a dozen Jewish kids in my school in Kansas, but none lived in Joy, so I never really got to know any of them. Although I DID have a crush on Sarah Schwartz when I was 14. She was a senior with big boobs."

John's mouth was still open in surprise. "I.. I always thought all of the Jews in America lived in New York."

The boys laughed as they took their coffee. They opened a cookie tin filled with homemade brownies, which we shared. I sat next to John on his bed, so they sat down next to the porn, not noticing it. Cal explained. "There are large Jewish communities all over the place. New Orleans, Philadelphia and Charleston have Jewish communities that predate the Civil War, even the Revolution. But by the late nineteenth century, the largest community was here in New York, because of Ellis Island. There was a tidal wave of poor Jews arriving from Russia and Poland to escape racial riots. The poverty among these new Jewish immigrants in New York was terrible, and many were getting involved in crime. German Jews had come here in the previous century, had got very rich, and were embarrassed by their poor and uneducated brethren. So they began a plan to get them to sail to Galveston, Texas instead of New York, offering them financial help, and assisting them at the immigration center. Most Jews in the West are descended from them, including, probably, those friends of yours, Jim."

Al had found the magazines. "Holy fucking shit! Look at this, Cal!" I could see they had the one that had taught us about anal sex. Cal's eyes were wide as he looked. "Cal, do you think there are really men like that in the world?" Al gasped in wonder.

Cal looked over, and his eyes grew large. "Dummy, those are photographs - they MUST be real." He picked up another. "Where...?"

I explained how I got the magazines as a surprise gift from my dad and older brother, who I suspected never looked in them. Jim explained how we had progressed from oral sex to the scene they witnessed earlier from those pictures.

I saw how excited they were getting, and interrupted them: "Guys, I hate to throw cold water on you, but we DO have a plan? The trunks?" The sighed, putting the magazines back on the bed.

We got in my car, where I looked at a map of Manhattan to see where we were going. I found a parking spot across the street from the Bus Terminal. I went in with the boys, and we found the place to get their trunks. The twins had one slightly large one, which they managed to move out. John and I had to handle his trunk. I was uncomfortably aware of some smirks from big guys who thought that four small guys moving trunks was funny. The others couldn't figure out when we packed the trunks in the back and got back in the station wagon why I was just about breathing fire, but they were wise enough to let me steam until I cooled off.

We were half way back to school when I exploded: "Did you see those assholes laughing at us because we're small?"

John quietly answered. "Jim, you told me that even for your town, you're a small guy. And you have a brother who's like a foot taller than you. So are you telling me you never experienced this before?"

"NO! I'm 5'5", and the male average in my inbred town is 5'9". So I'm small, but there are actually smaller men than me. My BROTHER is the one who was teased as a freak at 6'3". Gently teased, but teased. We went to a school in a town almost as inbred as ours, and a guy over 5'10" was considered a giant. I suspect my mother's cousin's wife, a widow, fell for him because he's almost as big as my brother, and her first husband had been about my size. They had an understanding after the first time he fucked her; I assume it's because he's hung like a bull. He knocked her up soon after the wedding, that's for sure." I thought as I drove. "From our reactions, I guess you guys are used to this shit?"

Cal laughed. "I doubt we'll ever be USED to it, but we've learned to ignore it. You know how they say that they grow things big in Texas? Well, Joy Wells is an oil company town, so there are some pretty big men there working the big rigs. Your giant brother and cousin would be about average in the oil fields. We live there because dad is an oil engineer, and we're the family shrimps at 5'6". Dad is 5'11" and our brothers are 5"10" and 6`. We know we're not unique in the family; we have an older cousin who lives here in New York who we haven't seen in a few years, but he's about our size."

Al said: "We tried calling Abe before we met you, but he wasn't home. We'll try again tonight. We suspect one of the reasons he stayed in New York is because, like us, he likes guys. He never had a girlfriend and there was some gossip about him and his best buddy, who also moved to New York, although he didn't go to college like cousin Abe. I'm curious if we'll find Red still living with Abe. I had a crush on Red when I was 14. He was a real muscle stud."

We drove in silence for a minute, absorbing that. "John, you told me you're the family shrimp, too, right? We were both born premature, so maybe I can blame my abnormally small height on that, too." He nodded.

Al and Cal laughed. "Three weeks early, AND twins." We all laughed. "The shortest guys in our temple. Not in Joy Wells, but in Calhoun, the small city where we went to school. And where we were born."

We got back to school. A couple of hefty jocks politely offered to help us. Their tone and attitude was friendly and I didn't feel patronized. Besides, it was THEIR trunks. It turned out that Tony and Brad were roommates who lived on our floor, and before I knew it, we had an offer to be taken to a bar that night. Before I could try to make an excuse, the other three had agreed.

Tony and Brad were not giants like a lot of the guys currently on campus; they were built like mountains, but both were 5`9". I found myself curious and asked if they played football. They laughed. "Hell, no, they'd run over both of us. We're wrestlers." They looked at John "You look like you'd make a good wrestler with some work. You too, Jim. You look like you're wiry and strong."

I stared at them. "ME? A JOCK?" I laughed. But the other three looked at me strangely. Cal said "We wrestled lightweight in High School, and had decent records."

John said "I was asked to join the team in school. I couldn't because of the traveling home, but I DID tryout for the hell of it, and made the team, also lightweight."

Brad added: "You'd be competing against guys your size and weight, Jim. So height doesn't matter. Skill does, and that can be learned." I had something to think about. My self image was pretty shitty. This might help.

Brad helped the twins take their trunk into their room, and Tony helped John into our room, with me trailing behind. As soon as he smelled the coffee, Tony asked for some. He plopped down next to the porn, and before I could say anything, was leafing through the collection. Brad came through the bedroom, and whispered to Tony, who showed him the ass-fucking magazine with a big grin. The twins came and poured themselves coffee with strange grins on their faces.

Brad looked at the two of us, sitting on John's bed. "Seems we're going to change the bar where we take you guys. I found the twins had pushed their beds together, and Tony found your hot porn. So it makes it easier for us to tell you that we're a couple."

John was being dim. "A couple of what?"

Brad laughed. "From the looks I've seen you two boys give each other, I'd guess a couple like you are. A couple of men who love each other. We're on campus early since we have no place to go. Our families discovered we're queer last year, and both of us are sort of not welcome at home, and certainly not together. So we rented a room and did construction work this summer. The job ended just as the dorms reopened." The young men linked hands. "College juniors on scholarships, without families, but we have each other. And that's all we give a shit about." And for the first time, Jim and I got to see two masculine men kissing, Long and deep and passionately. Like we do when alone.

John argued. "Jim says we should find new words for ourselves and what we do. The rest of the world insults us, so why should we? He suggested mansex instead of queer."

Tony asked. "Are you a couple for long?"

John and I began to laugh so hard, the twins had to tell our story for us. Tony stared at us. "You just discovered all of this YESTERDAY? And decided you're in love? Man, you move fast. This ape here and me both fooled around in high school, and it still took us two weeks to get into bed together. Although we DID pop each other`s cherries. Two days later."

"We were drunk on beer, homesick, and horny. The rest was accidental." I said. Then I noticed John blushing. "What? Have you been keeping something from me, buddy?"

"I never DID anything with a guy, but I thought about it a lot, and as soon as I saw YOU, I knew you were the one I wanted to do it with. I deliberately steered the conversation to sex and mutual masturbation. You THINK that you got the idea to invite me into your bed. I just made you wonder; I'm the one who got out of bed and climbed into yours, and if you hadn't have invited me, I had a plan. I was going to be `homesick' and ask to sleep with you, and begin to horse around. James Robert McArthur, you were a marked man as soon as you came into this room with that beer. Marked as MY first man. Falling in love was an accident and a pleasant surprise."

Tony, Brad and the twins started to howl like hyenas as I began to playfully punch my... well, boyfriend. I had to admit it. JJ really was my boyfriend.

"Why are you grinning like a fool, Jim?" asked John.

I licked his ear and whispered. "I just realized you really are my boyfriend, idiot."

Tony snickered. "Well, you're the last one to figure it out, kid. We suspected it in the street, which is why you got an offer to help with the trunks, and an offer to go drinking. We were going to see what we could get out of you."

Brad stood up with three magazines. "We'll let you guys unpack, and come get you at seven. We can have dinner and then drinks. Bu I want to check theses out with MY boyfriend." He wrote down their room number, so we could call through the switchboard, then with a laugh, they left.

Left alone with the twins, we smiled at them. Cal asked: "So you guys are really totally inexperienced?"

John nodded. "And we talked about how to deal with our attraction to you two." The stared at us. "We agreed that we'd love to try you two out in oral sex, but.."

Al interrupted. "But since you're newly in love, your asses are off limits?" John nodded. "No big surprise. You were both being teases with the cigars before, and went out of your way to look your sexiest, but also went to a great deal of trouble to let us know that you just discovered you were in love and discovered anal sex today. So we could figure out that you were as hot for us as we are for you, but had limits."

I grinned. "Let me guess. YOU like muscle men like John, and Cal likes hairy men like me."

Cal laughed as he dragged me from John's bed to mine. "Big deal. We weren't exactly subtle about our interests. Now, get naked and light a cigar. Al likes a stogie puffing stud OK, but it really gets my juices flowing."

Al added: "And you guys didn't mention if OUR asses can get fucked by YOU."

I shook my head as I slowly took my shirt off, Cal drooling. "We'd be jealous of that, too, I guess."

John, who's shirt had been stripped from him and was pulling off Al's, said "Hey, not so fast, buddy. We never agreed to that. Just not to get fucked by anyone else. Let's wait and see where things go, boyfriend. You DID say I was the Boss of this marriage."

I wanted to give him a dirty look, but cracked up, soon to become totally distracted as Cal began to suck on my nipple. JJ had done that to me, but here was the difference between a beginner and a pro. I had loved it when John did it, but Cal had me climbing the walls within seconds. He was worshiping my chest, and I loved it. It made me feel manly for the first time in my short life.

I pulled his clothes off, and soon all four of us were naked, and concentrating on those things which turned us on the most. Since John and I were novices, we allowed ourselves to be lead by the twins.

I heard a load, passionate moan from Jim and glanced over. Al was worshipping the little stud's muscles with his lips and tongue. Jim was hard as steel, and drooling precum. While I was distracted, a tongue began to lick precum out of my foreskin. Cal chuckled. "We're Jewish, so we're cut. The local hospital does it to most of the baby boys, so to us, two uncut studs are a real treat. Especially ones we can take all the way down our throats without gagging. And you both have GREAT foreskins." His tongue dug under my foreskin, and soon he was having a ball, with me thrashing on my bed. He stopped to put a pillow under my head, and hand me a cigar. "My fetish is cigar smoking men. My first crush was on an oil worker in his late 20's; a hairy cigar smoker. I was real lucky; mom `adopted' him because he was Jewish and he was at our house for dinner almost every week, so I got to sit and look at him smoking his stogie, his shirt half unbuttoned. I was 13."

He watched with glowing eyes as I went through the ritual of lighting a cigar, and groaned in passion when I blew a puff of smoke in his face. He devoured my cock to the root! He was a magnificent cocksucker.

John shouted "Oh, fuck!" I turned my head. Al had straddled him, and was riding his cock with his hungry ass, still worshipping John's muscles with his hands and lips. Al ground his ass into John's crotch, and then must have been doing something spectacular with his ass muscles, because my man was going nuts, humping up as well as he could into the young man who had him pinned to the bed.

I watched, curious, as Cal slowly sucked me from root to head. "Cal, what is Al doing to John?"

"Want a demonstration, buddy?" he grinned. The smile disappeared. "YOU'RE the one who's jealous, James!" Ashamed, I nodded. He changed positions and kissed me, deeply, then lay next to me. "Let me tell you something, Jim. You're both young guys, and experimenting sexually is part of being our age. You two bastards are lucky enough to have found each other and fallen in love. If you want to destroy it, be jealous. I know. I had a boyfriend a year older than me last year, an oil worker, who is hot, and handsome and hairy and a cigar smoker. He said he loved me, but I drove him away by being suspicious about his buddies. They're all married, but I was sure he was fucking them all. Since I desired him so much, I couldn't imagine any red-blooded American man not wanting his dick in their ass. I ruined our affair in five months. Al had a similar problem last year."

I grinned. "My daddy once told me that a jealous husband spends a lot of time sleeping in the barn, and eventually drives his wife to cheating. I guess it was just the shock of finding someone as wonderful as Johnny my first day at school that had me so freaked out. So yeah, demonstrate away." I blew cigar smoke in his face to reward him. He saw the hand cream I used for jerking off on the nightstand, greased my manhood up, then eased his tight ass down on me. I groaned. "How the hell can you be tighter than a virgin?"

He grinned. "Experience. I learned to tighten those muscles. Now just lay back there and look sexy for me, and enjoy the ride."

He never actually moved more than an inch or two up and down. Mostly it was the spasms he caused to happen in his ass. I began to babble curse words in Korean that Kim had taught me to use against my brother in arguments for the shock value. It had been a few years since I had used them. Cal had no idea what I was saying, but was impressed that he had me screaming in a foreign language. He had to take the cigar from me, and popped it in the ashtray as his spasms grew stronger, and he bathed my body in his spunk. That was all it took; I thrust up into him once, yelled "AW, FUCK!" and unloaded in his guts.

He sat there, grinning at me, as we watched a similar act going on in the other bed.. John was cursing on good old Anglo-Saxon, and he orgasmed first, followed a second later by a flood from Al all over his smooth muscles.

I grinned at Johnny, who grinned back. Al said "Are you two ready to learn a new sexual technique which will enhance your sex lives? Something you can do to get each other hot for a fuck, or to end a great fuck?" We eagerly agreed.

Cal said. "Well, first we should clean our loads off of you with our tongues - because we are both cum junkies." Still impaled on our hard dicks, the bent over and licked their jism off of our bodies.. Then they slowly got up, and switched beds.

Al explained. "One way to get a man who is not too sure he wants your bone in his ass hot to get fucked is to eat his ass. I figure that you two might find it a bit more exciting to eat each other's loads from our asses on your first try. Most men have pretty clean asses, and we cleaned well before coming in here. Are you guys game?"

I grabbed Al's ass and licked it. It tasted of man - and John's load. The twins gave us directions, and soon we were both licking each other's loads out of well fucked asses.

Although it left all four of us with new erections, it reminded us that we had not had lunch, so we decided to eat, finish unpacking, and get ready for our date with the older couple. As John pointed out "With our rooms adjoining, I suspect we'll be doing this a LOT!"

So we left to find a nearby diner nearby and ate a big meal. A man sized meal for four men who had just proven their manhood to each other. And to ourselves.

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Suddenly, it didn't seem like it was just Jimbo and JJ against a hostile world. We had allies. Not just fuck buddies, but good friends who we happened to enjoy sex with.

And we seemed to be adding to our list of allies rapidly.

©2010 and on, "Ike" All Rights Reserved World Wide. Reproduction in whole or in part in any form or medium without express written permission is prohibited. This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author, who can be reached at oldtimer25@Gmail.com

PS: I apologize for accidentally leaving my note to myself about the Shirelles at the top of Chapter Two. OOPS! (G) If you're confused about actually WHO sang "Will you Still Love Me Tomorrow", don't worry. It's easy to be confused. It's one of the Top 50 Pop Songs ever recorded - EVERYONE recorded it - but it was the Shirelles who did it first (two versions), although it was co-written by Carole King, then a struggling song writer and not yet a performer.

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