Date: Sat, 2 Oct 2010 00:05:00 -0400
From: Ike <oldtimer25@gmail.com>
Subject: Jimbo & JJ - Chapter 2

Tales of Jimbo And JJ
Chapter Two
But "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?"
by Ike
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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.

++++

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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