Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2011 23:53:00 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters  Chap 69

Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk!

First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if
the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The
characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one
person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the
story just think how lucky you are!

This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my
own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I
and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we
were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age.

Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to
immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or
chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination
and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends
and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make
no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story,
because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection
between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to
remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared
mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody
understood what was happening to us anyway!

You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or
if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the
bathroom!

Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for
better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will
regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep
it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go
slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for
various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for
continuity they are now correct!

Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments
or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two,
three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn!

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm


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Chapter 69 –  Hands off cocks, on socks


Martin woke a few minutes before the alarm. Before opening his eyes he
instinctively felt between his legs, as probably did just about every other
boy of his age. Instinctively listening for signs of parental activity near
his room and satisfied that his mother must be downstairs somewhere he
pushed the bedclothes to one side to expose the hard cock poking out from
his pyjamas. Looking down he was pleased to see that having cum so quickly
during the previous evenings ritual bedtime wank, the super absorbency of
his pyjamas that saved the white sheets from further staining.

Whilst he to admit the pale green broad striped pyjamas weren't exactly in
the forefront of nightwear sheik, they did have two distinct advantages
over more fashionable variants. First, the pattern didn't really show so
many stains as a plain colour certainly would and secondly they still had a
pyjama cord instead of an elasticated waist. Old fashioned maybe, but
providing a built in bondage accessory ideal for winding around the
genitals and delaying ejaculation! It was something he had discovered quite
by accident a few weeks earlier and although not practised regularly, if he
steeled himself for a marathon wanking session it would definitely add to
the fun.

However, there was no chance of a marathon since it was only Wednesday
morning and with school threatening he wondered if he might just manage a
quick one before his mother started to pester him to get ready. Pulling his
foreskin back he ran a finger around the cockhead to find out what had been
maturing there all night. Cleaning his teeth before bed was one thing, but
to wash his foreskin when it might contain all manner of tantalising
deposits was another! Closing his eyes he sniffed the finger before finally
licking it, then spat in the palm of his hand and rubbed it over the head
in a circular motion as his other hand slipped between his legs to massage
his balls.

"Martin, are you up?" she was early today.

"Yes mum. I'll be coming in a minute!"

The old schoolboy jokes were probably the best ones and that was one joke
nobody had ever improved on. Smiling to himself he wondered if the
thousands of mothers who must have heard that ever knew what it really
meant!

With no time for play he hauled himself from the horizontal position to the
vertical and sat on the edge of the bed giving his cock a few reassuring
strokes whilst looking round for his school uniform. The sight of the
previous days dirty pale blue briefs on the floor by the bed immediately
made him think of Alex and then of course Tom. His heart fluttered, but it
was all too early in the day and he had to put thoughts of the younger boys
out of mind. Nevertheless, that had started a chain of other associations
so within moments the connection with Art and Nigel was made together with
the fact it was Wednesday. Wednesday. It was the day they had agreed to
meet after school at the infamous shed on the allotment so that he and Art
could have their wicked way with each other. How could he have he almost
forgotten that! To say he was now getting excited was an understatement as
thoughts of what lay in store started his cock twitching in
anticipation. Debauched visions of Art's member thrusting away and
stretching his bum hole before filling him full of hot cum flashed through
his mind.

The day Art had seduced him in class had been instrumental in freeing him
of many inhibitions and opening his mind to the possibility of real boy
sex, not just fantasy. Outwardly he still gave the appearance of being
restrained and wouldn't admit to too much, however deep inside he knew he
was very attracted to boys. So whatever today was going to bring it was
definitely not the day for guilt or soul searching. It promised to be a
very memorable occasion and a big step to satisfying his craving to be
filled with boy cock and pumped full of cum.

Fingers, pencils, vegetables and even twelve year old boys were in another
world compared to the few clammy inches of hard cock that Art had promised
to offer from the confines of his stained underpants. Three fingers at
bedtime might well simulate Art even if they couldn't shoot a load of cum,
the real question though was would he be brave enough to take Nigel's slimy
monster directly after Art had cum inside him? To be literally filled with
hot spunk and walk about with it dribbling into his underpants had long
been a fantasy, today it looked liked coming true.

Struggling to zip his trousers up over the burgeoning erection he was
determined to resist wanking at all costs before getting to the shed later
in the afternoon, despite whatever opportunities may arise at
school. Walking around the house hiding the bulge under his blazer he told
his mother after breakfast he would probably be back from school a little
later than usual as there was meeting. White lies completed and his bag in
front he set off for the bus harbouring an erection that now felt as big as
a house and liable to split his trousers any second. It was going to be a
long, hard day.

Not too many streets away, lying between some yellow stained sheets and
adorned in cum starched, blue striped pyjamas Nigel Blake was in grave
danger of annihilation. Mary, his mother was nearing her wit's end with the
constant effort involved in keeping him look even remotely tidy for
school. Just as Nigel had told Art's father Ted, his own father Jack seemed
to avoid any parental responsibility whatsoever, so without his help it
proved very hard for Mary to keep Nigel in check. Unfortunately for Mary,
just to compound matters it had lately become very apparent from the stains
on clothes and bedding that there was now something else. Nigel must have
started masturbating! There was no must or starting about it, he had been
at it for the last three years! However, with the recent dramatic increase
in sexual activity with Art the all important schoolboy practice of hiding
the evidence had slipped, Nigel was leaving stains over everything.

Typically, Jack refused to even talk about the subject with his own son and
quite understandably Mary didn't feel it was her place to get
involved. Consequently her main interest lay in his appearance and trying
to at least keep the school uniform presentable. It was a pity she didn't
really know Art's mother, otherwise they could have joined forces since
they were both having very, very similar problems!

For Nigel's part he knew he had some pretty revolting habits, yet despite
good intentions he never seemed to be able to really make any lasting
changes or improvements to his life style. As for the relationship with his
mother, love was still at the heart of it even if they did have the
occasional strong words over his appearance.

Waking to the sound of a rattly alarm clock he forced his cock into the
mattress a couple of times before rolling over and allowing it to spring
free from his pyjamas. With only one thing on his mind he retracted his
foreskin a few times as he looked round bleary eyes for something to use as
a cumrag. Almost by accident he found it with his feet, crumpled up in the
bedclothes were the briefs he had worn the previous day and which he had
cum into the previous night.

Keeping the bedclothes pulled up he began to unfold the aged Y-fronts under
the sheets and was delighted to find they were still damp with cum. With
his cock in one hand he pushed the briefs right up under his nose and
inhaled deeply, it was a singularly distinctive aroma, but nowhere as
distinctive as the taste! Knowing it was school day and not wanting to be
told off for getting up late he licked and sucked at the thin cotton as he
started wanking hoping he could manage to cum very quickly.

Wednesday it was and he had been looking forward to it. The thought of
discovering just what Martin kept in his underpants together with various
fantasies of what was going to happen later in the shed spurred his wrist
on. Besides, having a quick wank now would make no difference to his
copious sperm production that was for sure! Spitting out the odd pubic hair
he resumed sucking on the pouch and waistband which seemed to have captured
most of the previous discharge. Ample precum now lubricated his hand and it
felt as it would only be a matter of seconds before sperm was once again on
it's way. Feeling his cock beginning to pulse was the sign that he knew
announced the fact he was about to shoot, Giving the briefs a last
tantalising lick he prepared to push them under the sheet at the very last
moment to catch the load.

"Oi! Mum says you've gotta get up!"

The bedroom door flew wide open and crashed round into the chest behind
it. Framed in the doorway was his ten year old brother Davey, already
dressed in his primary school uniform and grinning from ear to ear at
having successfully surprised Nigel.

"You.. you..." stuttered Nigel having just experienced a truly heart
stopping moment.

Even if his heart had stopped, his fully primed his cock wasn't going to,
nothing was or could stop it now. The few cum blobs that dribbled over his
stomach were only the start, a moment later it was once again spewing it's
sticky load over everything between and including the sheets.

With his body jerking in spasm he dropped the briefs he had been sucking on
the floor by the bed.

Davey watched him jerk about in the bed in bewilderment, was Nigel ill or
what? Should he tell his mother!

"Fuck! You bastard!" grunted Nigel, his breathing slowing as his heart rate
picked up again.

"You.. hey, are you playing with your willy?" exclaimed Davey staring at
the briefs which he thought Nigel had in his mouth when he entered. Who
would want to suck their underpants! Confusing certainly, but what was the
explanation? And why would Nigel have had a reaction like that, could it be
something to do with his cock? and what were cocks for anyway, it wasn't
just for pissing he knew that much!

"You little fucker," replied Nigel still breathing heavily, "don't you
fuckin' dare do that again or I'll pull yer fuckin' head off!"

"Why you sucking yer pants?" asked Davey ignoring Nigel's bluster as he
always did. Walking over to the side of the bed he stood by the pillow and
kicked them around the floor adding in amazement. "Wot you sucking.. is it
them skidmarks?"

Trapped beneath the bedclothes and covered in cum Nigel was feeling
somewhat awkward and even for him, actually embarrassed. Unsure of what to
do or even unsure exactly what Davey knew of masturbation he somehow had to
get up to get ready for school before his mother chased him. The strange
thing was for all his sexual activity, as brothers they had never talked
about masturbation since he never thought of Davey in a sexual connotation
at all. On the other hand, at ten Davey had become very interested in the
subject and been following Nigel's pocket movements for some time, although
quite what it was all about has still eluded him.

Nigel had made a decision. He had to, for as much as he wanted too he
obviously couldn't stay in bed all day wanking. He had to get up, in which
case an old proverb seemed to fit the occasion, if you can't beat 'em join
'em!

"Yer, yer right I've been playing with me willy!" he looked Davey in the
face. "Why, d'you play with your's then?"

"Might do." replied Davey after pause. Blushing he looked at the underpants
on the floor.

"D'you wanna to see me cock then?" Nigel grinned.

Davey's eyes were now wide open. He nodded slowly.

Tantalisingly Nigel pulled at the bedclothes on top of his cock, the sight
of the lump was enough. Davey's jaw dropped. This was totally
unexpected. Putting a hand in his shorts pocket he nodded frantically.

"You gotta get your's out as well." said Nigel still grinning. "Only fair
innit?"

"Oh... do I?" Davey's face fell. "Wot mine?"

"Yeah, that's fair innit? Well come on then, either we do or we don't! I've
just had wank and gotta clean up before mum gets going!" said Nigel making
lots of exaggerated movements under the bedclothes. "Either we get our
cocks out now or you fuck off out of it! But hurry up before mum gets
involved!"

The wheels turning in Davey's head were almost visible. Nigel remembered
what it was like the first time he had very shyly showed his cock to
another boy at that age. However, that was quite some time ago and since
then he had become a total exhibitionist!

"Come on kid, get it out or fuck off, `cause mum will be here!" he said
again, looking at the doorway.

"All right." Davey moved even closer to the bed and waited
expectantly. This was irresistible, besides he was finally going to see
what having a wank was all about.

"You ain't gonna laugh?" he asked looking very worried, thinking that to
make a lump in the bedclothes that size he'd be using one of his legs!

"Why? Ready, not many people have seen this." said Nigel, distinctly tongue
in cheek. Throwing back the bedclothes released the unmistakable odour of
fresh cum and revealed the unholy mess that he had just made of his bed! In
addition to the numerous stains on the white sheets from all too regular
morning and evening ejaculations the globules of fresh were plastered over
bedding and pyjamas alike.

Davey's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Nigel's cock was still very
erect with the foreskin retracted and a huge string of cum hanging from the
piss slit.

Innocent of the mechanics he just stared trying to make sense of what the
strange opalescent substance was and it's connection to wanking, well
whatever wanking was! Nigel meanwhile, knowing that time was running out
was determined to see what Davey had by way of equipment and placed both
hands around his slim waist. Thanking heaven for the fact Davey's dark blue
primary school shorts had an elasticated waistband he rapidly pulled them
down to his knees, leaving him standing in his white briefs. By the time
Davey had realised what had happened they were also hanging around his
knees exposing all to Nigel.

"Cor, you gonna have a big `un!" said Nigel smiling at the sight of the ten
year old's very healthy, fat four inches and that didn't include the
foreskin!

"Wot?" Davey looked down, compared to Nigel's cock he thought his own was
tiny.

"Yer, I know twelve year old's who ain't got one that big!" Nigel wasn't
joking, he could see that Davey was well very endowed. "Couple of years and
you'll have big `un!"

"You pulling me leg?" said Davey obviously not believing him.

"No, I ain't. But I could pull on that! Yer gonna have big one like me!"
Nigel smiled as he watched Davey's cock start to grow before his eyes. "You
dirty little sod, it's getting hard!"

Davey blushed but before he could reply there was a familiar call from the
bottom of the stairs.

"Nigel..."

"Oh shit, it's mum!" the colour started draining from Nigel's face. "Go and
tell her I'm getting up! Quick!"

"But wot about wanking?" asked Davey pulling his briefs and shorts up
together in one swift movement. That seemed to be far more important than
Nigel getting up.

"I'll tell you tonight. Go quick, before she comes up here."

"Promise?" Davey wasn't going to let this opportunity slip.

"Yes, promise, now piss off!" Nigel was already out of bed and trying to
wipe the cum from his body with his pyjama coat.

"Nigel... are you up?"

"Yes. Yes mum." he called out in a panicky voice. "Just getting dressed."

Davey watched closely carefully putting all of Nigel's actions into memory
and hoping that after he had learnt about wanking he would be able to
recall what he had seen.

"Go down and keep her happy... tell her I'm on me way. Please!" Nigel
pushed Davey roughly towards the door. "Please, now!"

"Davey, what's he doing up there? He's gonna be late again."

"He's up!" replied Davey grinning as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"He'd better be!"

"Oh he's up all right!" said Davey turning away to stifle a giggle with the
back of his hand.


"Oi, wanker!" Art shoved Nigel in the back.

"And you, you're a fuckin' tosspot!" Nigel turned and stopped. The entrance
door and registration bell weren't far away as the gathering of maroon
blazers indicated.

"Wot's a fuckin' tosspot anyway?" asked Art picking at the ripe yellow head
of his latest facial embellishment.

"Something you toss into I `spose. Could be a pot I 'spose."

"Wot like putting yer willy in an inkwell and having a wank?" Art looked at
the gnawed finger nail that was about to decapitate the weeping spot. It
was the same finger that had been up his bum only the night before, chewing
it on the bus to school might have helped clean it. Then again it might
not.

"A sorta wankpot then?" Nigel endeavoured to straighten his badly knotted
tie and tuck his badly creased shirt in. "Be less messy than wanking in yer
pants."

"Yer, but make a big lump wouldn't it? I mean if it was in yer pants?"

"You'd have tie it in or it would drop down yet trouser leg." Nigel
grinned. Surreal conversations were fun.

"You could Sellotape it to yer leg." said Art thoughtfully.

"Stick to yer hairs though."

"Well yeah, but for someone with a normal cock it might work! Course, you'd
need a fuckin' bucket not a pot for the amount you produce!" Art dodged
Nigel's hand and moved over to a less crowded spot.

"Can't help having a big one can I?" Nigel moved after him.

"No, but talking of buckets," Art grinned, "I hate to say it Nige, but you
look a right fuckin' mess and you smell like a bucket of cum!"

"You joking?" Nigel replied very naively before trying to look at
himself. Impossible of course. "So that's why mum had another go at me this
morning then!"

The stained trousers, grubby white shirt, badly scuffed shoes and topped by
a blazer that looked as though he had spilt his breakfast down it. Hardly
the grammar school standard that was expected of him, which was exactly
what his mother had told him that morning before he left. All that
accompanied by the threat of her going through everything in his room to
tidy him both him and it up had left him in a rather perilous position.

"Could be." Art grinned, on hearing the tale of woe and maternal threats.

Somehow it all seemed rather familiar with the exception of Nigel's younger
brother, who sounded to be already better equipped than Simon ever would
be. Best not to tell him!

"Ah, fuck it, have to wait and see I `spose." Nigel scuffed his unpolished
shoe on the path, the raw leather showed through what remained of the black
surface.

"No, no waiting! Wot you gonna do?" asked Art, being something of an expert
in that particular field. "You think about it, you gotta do something."

"Dunno. I `spose I ought to, just to shut her up I `spose." For once Nigel
wasn't the confident sage dispensing homespun advice, it was Art.

"Well to bloody tidy up a bit might be a good start! How long you got?"
said the pot called Art, calling the kettle called Nigel black.

"Think I got till the end of Sunday or she's in there Monday morning."
Nigel was really beginning to looked very worried, the gravity of the
situation was sinking in.

"D'you want me to help you on Saturday then? But remember we gotta check
the shed as well."

Nigel cheered up, "Would you?"

"Course." Art smiled, "We gotta do it Saturday then, `cause we're gonna be
very busy on Sunday ain't we?"

Nigel eyes sparkled, "You think it's gonna work then?"

"Fuckin' right it's gonna work!" said Art, then continued in hushed tones,
"Now listen, I know these mothers, if you don't do it she bloody will!
Wot's she gonna find hidden under yer bed or stuffed down the back of yer
wardrobe and all that?"

"Oh fuck me! Oh no! I ain't thought of that!" Nigel looked horrified when
he recalled the stash of old underpants and whatever else he had wanked in,
over or pushed up his bum before furtively hiding it somewhere in his room.

"No, you got that wrong.." said Art.

"Wot?"

"Yeah, it's you that's gonna fuck me! After school today with Martin in the
shed!" Art grinned and rubbed the lump in his trousers. "I wants him to
fuck me and then you can try with yer big cock after he's loosened me hole
and filled me with spunk!"

"You really me want to?" a smile broke over his face and he moved a step
closer.

It was the moment Nigel had been waiting for and would certainly cement
their friendship in more ways than one. However, it looked like being an
exhausting afternoon as despite his voracious sexual appetite Nigel was
unaware that Martin was also expecting to rogered senseless and pumped full
of cum after Art had loosened him up.

"Yer, I fuckin' said so didn't I? I've been thinking about it as well.. a
lot... I want you to. I do." Art gave one of his special reserve smiles and
then had to look away. He bit his lip and wondered just why did he have to
get so emotional.

"It's all right, I feel the same way." was the voice cracking?

Feeling a hand on his arm Art looked up right into Nigel's beaming face.

"Even if I can't get it in, it won't make no difference..." Nigel blinked,
"you can fuck me instead."

All thoughts of tidying his room had now evaporated. With the lesson bell
ringing in his ears Nigel quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his
sleeve, looked furtively around and gently pushed on the inviting bulge in
Art's trousers.


"How d'you get on then?" asked Joe, drawing his chair closer. "I'm really
looking forward to this, how many of us is gonna get in the shed?"

"Yeah, we can all get in, be a bit of a squeeze," said Alex, "I've seen it
from the outside with Simon." replied Alex leaning forward.

"Oh I forgot that." said Tom leaning forward.

"Well, I had asked Art this morning on the bus," said Simon looking around
the dining hall, "and he's gonna ask Nigel for the key today. He reckons he
can pick it up on Saturday sometime so we got it for Sunday."

"Does he know wot we want's it for?" asked David.

"No. But it's bloody obvious innit?" Alex grinned, "I mean wot's a bunch of
second years gonna do crammed together in a garden shed? We ain't going
there to look at fuckin' flowers is we!"

"No we ain't!" said Tom. "We're gonna go to look up each others shorts, so
don't forget we gotta wear 'em and yer pants underneath again, right?"

"Oh, and Art said I gotta tell mum he might be a bit late today coming home
`cause he's going to Nigel's first." said Simon. "Dirty sods they is. Bet
they're going for a wank!"

"Going to Nigel's wot? First!" Tom grinned. "His pants!"

"Probably. They're older but ain't no different to us is they?" said Simon
grinning.

"But wot we still ain't decided yet, " said Joe looking around and lowering
his voice, "is who we gonna invite on Sunday?"

"That's true." David scratched the latent spot on his hairless chin, "Well
there's us lot, that's five and then Brian and Jimmy and.."

"Martin." said Alex in tone which almost implied he had first claim on him!

Tom winked at David, who smiled knowingly. "Wot about Barry and Brian's
little brother?"

"I don't mind." said Joe. "I thought they two was so fuckin' sexy, I reckon
they'd fuck each other proper and we could watch!"

"And wank?" added David grinning. "Maybe they'd fuck us!"

"Or we could fuck them!" said Joe. "I could fuck somebody right now!"

"I think we all could!" Tom pressed provocatively on his shorts. "Well that
makes ten, don't it, that's enough, eh?"

"I think so." Alex already had a glint in his eye. "Wot we gotta do now is
think up something really sexy to do though."

"While in our shorts." Tom looked around, it was pretty obvious that they
all had erections. What was it that was such a turn on at being dressed in
thin shorts and underpants, nobody knew but it certainly was!

"Simon, you see if there's anything really horny that Art might do, from
wot you've said he's probably done most things and won't mind telling you!"
David grinned. "The rest of us will just have to think of out dirtiest
bedtime wanky dreams and see wot's possible!"


For Martin having spent most of the day hiding his burgeoning erection
either under his blazer or school bag the break between the afternoon
lessons couldn't have come soon enough. Knowing he would be liable to
ejaculate in his trousers either Art or Nigel were to start touching him
even in fun he had purposely avoided too much contact and as soon as the
bell rang he rushed out of the classroom towards the toilet.

Art, with his eagle eye for a bulging fly had been gratified to see Martin
had been in the throes of erectional distress for much of the day, he
looked at Nigel and winked.

"But I think we've all had one, on and off all day as well ain't we?" said
Nigel pushing his dog eared exercise books back into his bag.

"Dunno wot you mean?" Art stood up, putting his bag on top the desk to hide
the extremely obvious lump in his trousers. "D'you think he's gone for a
wank?"

"Wouldn't be surprised, I could bloody do with one!" Nigel rubbed his own
bulge along the edge of the desk, more precum seeped into his already
sticky briefs. "But, he's only got an hour and a bit to go before we're on
our way, so I reckon he's gonna try and hold onto it."

An evil grin began spreading over Art's face "Nige, let's do a swop for the
last lesson."

"Wot? Why?" Nigel looked back, hooked. Art's look had totally ensnared him.

"Well, swop places again. Mart's got Richard sat by him for this lesson,
we'll swop and I'll sit by Mart like we did before."

"Wot about Richard," asked Nigel, "I ain't winding the poor bugger up like
we did before."

"I know's that, but tell him.." Art looked around for inspiration,
"uumm.. it's just for this once and if he's a good boy he can have wank
with us next week!"

"You are a bastard!"

"See, the state Mart's in I bet I can get him to cum in his pants without
either of us touching it!"

"No chance," Nigel grinned, "Bet that you... you... you.. lick me bum if
you don't!"

Art thought for a second, "All right, but if I do, you gotta lick mine!"

"Only if you've washed it!" said Nigel. Realising what he just said he
paused and looked at Art, "You have had a bath ain't you? I mean ready for
this afternoon, you have.. ain't you? I did last night and we both know
Mart will have, `cause he's so clean like that!"

Art looked very embarrassed, he shook his head. "I forgot."

"Oh Art," Nigel rolled his eyes. "well, at least tell me that you ain't got
skid marks all over yer pants!"

"I don't know," Art grinned sheepishly, "I got me black ones on!"

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