Date: Mon, 14 May 2007 16:27:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Fifty-One

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Chapter Fifty-One: Brads Idol

After the Labor Day weekend life settled into a familiar routine.  With our
bikes and skateboards, Larry and I were able to visit friends and, as Uncle
Ray said, get out and do something besides hanging around the house every
day.  We didn't hang with the same friends most of the time, but we did
some of the time.  We didn't always go places either.  Sometimes the guys
came to hang with us.  Uncle Ray had already given me permission to have
Donny over, also Todd and Andy.  If someone else was coming, we had to call
him first.  The other big rule was no skinny dipping in mixed company, like
that was really going to happen.

Donny came over the second day and helped us build a jump ramp and slide
for the skate boards.  My personal skills were far from the best but I
could usually hold my own well enough not to get embarrassed.  The big
surprise for us was Larry.  When we left Ft.  Pierce in early summer he was
barely able to stay up on his board.  He usually fell before he went twenty
feet.  He must have spent most of the summer practicing.

"Way to go, bro!  You practice all summer?"  I asked, excited for him.  The
reason I was so excited was that Larry usually came in last in any sporting
contest and looked like a beginner's beginner.  All he did was run the
driveway and clear his board a couple of times.  For him, that was major.

"Okay, Lar.  You ready to try a ramp jump or ta run the rail?"  That wasn't
a challenge, it was an offer from the guys to teach.  He was smart enough
to know that was a good thing for him.  After that day, Larry spent part of
every day practicing on his board.  Sometimes, that wasn't until after
supper, but he did it.

Most times when Donny came over we wound up in the pool, au natural,
naturally.  Donny's family were nudists so he was more accustomed to being
naked than he was being dressed.  I liked being naked with him except that
sometimes I'd start getting ideas and my physical reactions would advertise
what I was thinking.  That's no problem so long as the guy you're with has
the same idea.  If you don't know if he's straight, gay or both, physical
reactions can be bad.

The times Donny came over and we didn't go skinny dipping, we stayed inside
and played with the pool table or one of the machines.  Donny has his own
thing going about Uncle Ray's pinball machine.

"Hey man, you play that thing like you've been doing it forever.  You got
one like it at your house?"

"Naw," he told me, "Dad and me come over here sometimes.  Ray always
challenges me to a game.  I got to get as much practice as I can; Ray's
good and wins most of the time."

"What happens when you lose?"  I was curious and had no idea they had these
bets.  Uncle Ray really hadn't been living here that long so Donny must
have been here a lot while I was home or at my grandma's.

"Well, let's just say I bet I've washed more dishes in this house than you
have."  Nice idea.  I tucked the idea away for future use; if not Uncle
Ray, then Larry.

At the end of that week Uncle Ray had invited Donny and his dad, Paul, over
for a cookout.  Larry was spending the weekend with Ben and I thought it
was going to be just me and Uncle Ray.  Since they weren't staying
overnight, I thought a little party might be fun.  A cookout was Uncle
Ray's favorite way to entertain.  I knew that Donny lived with his mom and
dad, plus one sister.  There was another sister in college that came home
for visits, so she didn't count.  Turns out that weekend his mom and sister
went to visit the sister in college.

I'd been naked with Uncle Ray most of the time I was with him.  With him
and me, it was unnatural not to be naked together.  We even worked on the
cars some naked.  It didn't bother me to be naked with Donny; in fact, I
liked it.  Donny wasn't what you'd call pretty or ruggedly handsome, you
know, like a he-man type.  Donny just had one of the most fantastic bodies
you ever laid eyes on.  The muscles were defined without being overly
defined.  His skin was smooth and an olive tan color, all over, of course.
With Donny, everything just kind of flowed the way most guys would like for
it to, but rarely did.  The nice thing was that he didn't flaunt anything.
He was as natural acting and easy going as anyone you'd want to know.  His
dad; he was a different story to me.

I had only met Paul (I originally called him Mr. Paul, but he quickly told
me to drop the 'Mr.') once at the apartments.  He sure seemed to know a lot
about me though.  That said Uncle Ray did a lot of talking which actually
made me feel good.  However, to walk around naked with him, I wasn't too
sure about that idea.  Paul was about the same size as Uncle Ray but with a
lot more hair.  You could see the signs of a six pack and he had strong
shoulders.  His tan said he spent a lot of time outside with no covering.
The big problem was that he was an adult and I wasn't accustomed to being
naked around adults.  In fact, there were only a few people I was
accustomed to being naked around.

As soon as Donny and his dad arrived, they got as comfortable as anyone can
get.  Paul and Uncle Ray grabbed a beer and headed to the garage to look at
something on one of Uncle Ray's cars.  Donny asked me what I wanted to do
and I challenged him to some pool.

"Okay, pool it is." Donny stated.  "This for fun or are we gonna make it
interesting?"

"Let's start for fun." I told him, not knowing what he meant by
interesting.  I know what I thought interesting might be, but I doubted
that, even if wanted to, he wasn't about to do anything with his dad there.
My idea was for us to do something simple, like jerk off in front of the
other guy.  I could handle that and thought it would be interesting to
watch Donny.  Again, I didn't know if he would go in that direction.

We played a few games for fun and Donny suggested we head outside.  I
suggested we play some pinball, which we did.

"You ready to make it interesting, now?" he asked me and I still wasn't
sure where he was headed.

"Interesting how?" I asked, trying to call his hand.

"You name it.  I'm game for almost anything you want to do."  Was this guy
sending me a message?  My heartbeat doubled at that point.  I was afraid he
had figured out how I liked to play and I was afraid to play.  So far,
everything was kept real close and safe.  Going outside could be dangerous.

"Okay, how about a full body massage?"  I asked, smiling.  Did he know what
I meant by 'full body'?

Before the game was over Uncle Ray came looking for us.  When Uncle Ray
walked in, Donny excused himself and headed for the bathroom.  That was
interesting because just before we started he had gone to the bathroom.  I
had this strange feeling the two of them had talked.

"Brad, what are you hiding in here for?"

"Why do ya say that?  I'm not hiding, me and Donny's playing a game."  I
became very defensive.

"Brad, this is me, remember?  What's up, kiddo?  It's not like you not to
be in the middle of everything."  I was caught and felt trapped.

"I don't feel right 'bout bein' naked around Donny's dad," I finally
admitted.

"As much as you like to run around in public, showing all you can, you're
turning modest on me?  There's only one sure way to cure your problem.
Come on kid, time to join the party."

Before I could say anything, he grabbed me and had me over his shoulder.
There was no getting loose and protesting was like talking to a wall.  He
didn't stop till we both were flying through the air and landed in the
water.  When I surfaced, Donny and his dad were in the pool laughing.  I
thought Donny had gone to the bathroom!  I'd been setup.

"Hey Brad," Paul called out, "you ready for a game of chicken.  We're going
to make it interesting.  You're on me and Donny's on Ray.  Losers do the
dishes."  So much for being bashful, modest or uncomfortable.

After we ate, it only took Paul and me a few minutes to clean the table off
and load the dishwasher.  Somewhere along the way I totally forgot about us
being naked; he was actually a funny guy and easy to be around.  I never
said anything to him but I was willing to bet he threw the chicken game
just so he and I would have to be together.

Everybody wound up back outside around the pool.  After awhile I was
getting tired and lay on the chaise.  Before I knew what was happening I
felt somebody standing over my butt.  There was also something moving back
and forth tickling me.  One quick guess told me it was somebody's balls.  I
felt that same someone get on their knees straddling my butt and when I
looked up process of elimination told me it was Donny.  The look on Uncle
Ray's face and Paul's told me they put him up to it.  God, it felt good;
and hot.  I immediately started getting stiff and embarrassed, much to the
delight of the adults and Donny.

Donny began giving me a massage that I really enjoyed.  When he leaned
forward he teased my crack.  When I looked up I could see Uncle Ray's and
Paul's reflection in the glass patio doors; they were giving Donny
directions.  I decided to sit back and play the game.  When I flexed my
butt against Donny he started showing a physical reaction.  When I felt
part of his tool slip in the crack I clamped down and felt him get tense;
the flexing game began This was a game two could play even if I didn't have
two coaches.

"Brad," Donny spoke almost in a whisper, "you enjoyin' the feelings you're
getting?"

I shrugged my shoulders, then answered, "You're doin' a nice job massagin'
me.  It feels good; all of it."  I saw his smile reflected in the patio
door.  We spoke low enough that only he and I knew what was said.

After a few minutes I watched Donny's reflection as he got up and tried to
turn away from Uncle Ray and Paul, and jump in the pool.  He missed; Uncle
Ray and Paul saw his state of interest and had a good laugh.  I followed
Donny into the pool and took a quick swim to let things settle down.

After Paul and Donny left I helped Uncle Ray clean up and then we settled
into his big chair.  I was happy now that it was just the two of us.  I'd
been looking forward to this ever since I learned Larry was spending the
weekend with Ben.  I leaned against Uncle Ray and found my comfort zone.

"Did you have a good time, kid?"

"Yeah, it was fun. I wasn't sure, though, 'bout bein' naked around Paul at
first.  Then somehow I forgot about it and everything seemed kinda
natural."  I felt him chuckle a little and he rubbed my back for me.

"Running around au natural, everything should feel natural, don't you
think?"  I could here the perkiness in his voice.  He was playing with me.

"You know what I mean.  At first I was kinda embarrassed.  It's different
when I wear my special shorts at the beach and get them wet.  You're there
and that's different.  Well, here I didn't even have my special shorts.  We
just ran naked.  I did learn one thing though.  Now I know where Donny gets
that package he hauls around," I said smiling and laughing.

"Oh, so you observe those things do you?  I'm going to let you in on a
little secret.  I'd be willing to bet money that Paul was playing a game
with you.  He wanted to see if he could embarrass you and how you handled
yourself."

"Why?" I asked, curious to know why he'd be playing a game with me.

"Well, one of the reasons I let you run around here naked and do some of
the things you do is because I want you to learn to be comfortable with
yourself.  You should be so comfortable that if we went to the beach and
you got those shorts completely wet, and we both know what that would mean,
you just keep going like no one could see through them.  I want you to be
proud of who and what you are.  Don't ever be embarrassed by or in front of
other people.  Understand?"

"Kinda, but it's not as easy to do as it is ta say.  I mean, even at school
when we change into our gym clothes, I feel kinda funny getting dressed.
I'm always kind of worried about, you know, getting stiff. That'd be
embarrassing."

"I understand, but what you need to realize is that all the other boys in
there have the same problem as you.  They don't want it to happen in front
of all the guys either.  The big problem is usually when you don't want
something like that to happen, that's when it does, mainly because you're
thinking about it.  Have you already had the problem?"

"Yeah," I answered, smiling and blushing at the same time.  "I think some
of the guys knew it too.  I caught 'em lookin' at me, smiling."

"Well, for them to see you and for you to know it means both of you were
looking at one another.  Now, how about sitting up here.  I have something
I need to tell you."  He was pulling me so I could straddle his lap and
face him.

"You're young and you're horny quite a bit of the time.  At your age I
think you're still doing a lot of experimenting.  I can tell by the way you
look at Donny that you've had some interesting thoughts running through
that little mind of yours.  I think if you're looking at some of the other
boys in the locker room, you might have some interesting thoughts going
through that mind.  Am I right?"  What an embarrassing question for him to
ask.  He knew he was right.  This was the kind of conversation you want to
have but don't want to have.

"Yeah, sometimes," I whispered.  This was not a comfortable conversation
but I couldn't figure a way out.

"Brad, look at me, son.  I love you, you know that.  I'm not trying to make
you uncomfortable, but there are things you and I must discuss.  I'm
guessing that right now you haven't had sex with anyone other than me,
Larry and maybe, Ben."

"Uncle Ray, I played around with 'em and I told you what I did with Larry,
but my butt's off limits to everybody 'cept you.  That's special for you."
I stated defensively and in a hurry.

"Okay, slow down, now, and just listen to me.  As time goes on there may or
may not be times when you want to be with someone else.  I'm not saying I
approve of it; I'm saying that I'm trying to be realistic here.  What I
want you to understand is that if you have sex with someone else, you're
not just having sex with them, you could be having sex with everyone else
that they've had sex with, too.  Understand?"  I shook my head; this was
too complicated and didn't make any sense.  I was also getting very nervous
and he sensed it because he pulled me in close so I could lay my head on
his shoulder.

"Have you ever heard of sexually transmitted diseases, such as AIDS?  A lot
of people refer to them as STDs.  Let me use you and Donny for an example.
If Donny had anal sex with someone who had a STD and that person didn't use
a condom, then that person has shared the disease with Donny.  When Donny
has sex with another person, then Donny shares the disease with that
partner.  Then the disease just keeps getting spread around until a lot of
people get sick.  So, I'm going to ask you to do me two favors.  One,
remember that I'll always love you and you are my boy.  Two, when you feel
the need to be with someone else, until your fully grown, come talk to me.
I need to know you're taking adequate precautions and that you're alright.
I'd be more than just a little upset to learn something bad happened to my
boy.  Can you do that for me?"  I sat up and looked him straight in the
face.

"I think so, but it won't be easy.  Uncle Ray, I love you."  And I lay my
head back on his shoulder.

"I love you too, boy.  More than I can ever tell you." He said it so gently
and ran his fingers through my hair.

"I know why, too.  It's 'cause I'm such a lovable kid!"  I said sitting up
and smiling at him.  "Right now we need to get a bath.  I'm sticky and you
don't smell very good.  Then we can play some pinball."  Got out of that
conversation.

"Brat,." he called me as he gave me a love swat on the butt and then picked
me up, tossed me over his shoulder, and headed to the bathroom.

When he asked me if I wanted to soak in the tub or get a shower, I chose
the shower.  The tub always took a long time and we could do that tomorrow.
Right now it was just the two of us and I was making plans real fast.  I
had a surprise in mind for him later, if I didn't chicken out, and wanted
to keep moving.  As usual, he bathed me and did my hair and I bathed him
and did his hair.  It'd been a while and I enjoyed it.  When we finished I
told him he could play one practice game.  Dinner was catching up with me
and the king needed to honor the throne.  The truth was that the horny kid
wanted to do some additional cleaning.

When I ran to the game room he was just finishing up his 'first' practice
game and I let him know I had to get one practice game in too.  While I did
my practice game he kept telling me where I was messing up and what to do.
I wasn't messing up except to listen to him and do what he said which
always made me lose the ball.  I was definitely going to have to learn to
tune him out.

"Alright, you're not playin' fair," I told him. "Okay, here's the rules.
Loser has to do what the winner says for the rest of the night.  Plus, you
can't stand there and tell me how to play. You're deliberately trying to
make me fuck up.  Okay?"

He agreed on the condition that the rules went both ways.  I had no problem
with that.  All I wanted to do was watch his ball and see where he hit the
bumpers to get the most points.  I couldn't help it if I was a little short
and had to lean over to see everything.  I wouldn't do that just to block
his vision.

After the first two balls I was worried because he'd been so good and was
following the rules.  That was a danger sign.  While I played my last ball,
which was going real good because I was about to match his score, he got
behind me and started nibbling my butt and the back of my legs.

"Uncle Ray, stop!  Stop!  Not Fair!" I was trying to sound serious but his
nibbles had me laughing so hard that my fingers came off the flipper
buttons and the ball was lost.  I just turned around and glared at him.

"What?  You said I couldn't talk to you and tell you how to play.  I didn't
say a word, did I?  Besides, you've got a cute little bubble butt, just
right for nibbling; did you know that?"  What can you say to that?

"You cheated, so you lose.  That means you have to do what I say."  The
part I didn't tell him was I liked the way he cheated.  I lead him to his
chair and then headed to the laundry room where I retrieved a spray bottle
full of water and then gave him the controls for the stereo system.

Uncle Ray loved rock'n roll music from the early days and had lots of tapes
and records, and a few discs.  One of his favorite songs was Gimme That
Olde Time Rock 'N Roll.  I had no idea who sang the song or any of that.  I
did know that it was used in a movie where Tom Cruise was an older kid left
at home and he came out in just a shirt tail, socks and tighty-whities
acting like he was doing the singing and danced.  Guess what my surprise
was.  I'd been working on that off and on for almost two months.  It was
hard to find private time to work on it without somebody finding me.

I'd already set up the stereo.  I ran to the bedroom where I put on my
special cut white jogging shorts.  I turned the waistband inside so they
dropped lower and were skimpier.  Accessories included my white socks but
instead of a shirt, I just wore my ruby necklace.  The hall floor was wood
and good for sliding in your socks but the family room had a room rug.
That was okay.  I also spread out six small candles in the bedroom I found
in the house for later.  I had plans.

When I hollered out, Uncle Ray pushed the button and the music started.  I
took a running start and did the slide.  I came close, real close, to
slamming into the wall, but I stayed on my feet.  I practiced this enough
that I knew every word and could lip-sync the whole song.  After Tom Cruise
did the slide he kind of hopped with both feet at one time, jumping so he
moved only a few inches at a time and pushed his crotch out a little.  I
pushed mine out a lot, more like humping and jumped a few inches at a time.
Where Tom Cruise danced, I turned around and had my butt cheeks jumping in
rhythm to the music.

It wasn't just my butt I had jumping either.  I learned to have good
control over my pec muscles.  Now, the only way a shimmy really looks good
is for a girl with a big set of knockers to do it.  I arched my back and
flexed my pecs to make them jump and bounced my butt at the same time.  I
could hear Uncle Ray just howling.  Between laughs he told me how hot and
sexy I looked, which kept me going.  When I turned around to point my butt
at him he sprayed me with the water so my shorts became see-through.  He
even held the bottle down and sprayed me in the crotch a couple of times.
When he sprayed me he told me my butt was so hot he had to cool it down
before there was a fire. I finished by straddling his lap with a pec in his
face.  The music stopped, he grabbed me and planted a kiss on each nip.

"Boy, you are something else.  What am I going to do with you?"  He laughed
so hard that he had tears running down his face.

"You think I got a hot butt?  Right now it's hot for attention from a very
special person," I teased and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "I need
to feel a hot cock in me."

"Want to get raunchy, eh?  You know what?  I think I know just the person
to give it that attention."

He picked me up and had me over his shoulder again.  When we got to the
bedroom he spotted the candles and lit them before putting me down.  He
laid me on the bed and then just stood up, looking at me.  His eyes ran up
and down my body several times, he never stopped smiling.  I could see the
love and caring in his face.  Right now it was just me and him, the way I
wanted it.  When he leaned over to kiss me on the forehead, I wrapped my
arms around his neck.

"You remember when you told me there was a difference between love and
lust?  Tonight I want lust.  Tomorrow when we get back from dinner, I want
to spend all afternoon, just the two of us.  I want to feel you making love
to me and I want to make love to you.  But tonight, I like lust."  He got
this interesting grin on his face.  After all, it was his fault; he's the
one that started by nibbling my butt.

He grabbed my arms before I knew what was happening and stretched them up
and out.  At the same time he put his legs between mine and in one quick
move had my legs spread out and up so I couldn't move.  I was trapped and
just looked at him and smiled.

"You want lust tonight?  You got it.  Tomorrow you have to dress; we're
going to Club Continental for brunch.  Right now, I have a horny kid who
wants to be lusted after.  He says he needs lusty animal sex."

With that he made a growling sound and went after my neck.  I responded
with more screams and yells and laughter.  He had me pinned and was
licking, nibbling and sucking every inch of my body.  It only took a few
minutes before I was his wet puppy that he could do anything he wanted to.
He went hard and fast and I loved every bit of it.  After a few minutes he
let my arms go and I wrapped them around his neck, pulling him to me.

"I love you, Uncle Ray."  And kissed his forehead, then his cheeks, and for
the first time kissed him on the lips.

The sensation was like a surge of power and lust running through me.  I
knew what I wanted; I just needed to get him to do it.  I held on to his
neck and started licking and kissing his neck and tonguing his ears.  His
breathing was getting hard; he was excited.  We were both beginning to
sweat.  For some reason, with him over me, the candles burning and the
sweat served to push me harder.  He shifted and pulled my shorts off and
then the socks.  He left my ruby necklace on and I felt hot, hot and sexy.
God, how I loved being his boy.

He was on his knees and sat back on his heels.  When he picked me up and
pulled me up to him I wrapped my legs around his body and found a nipple to
nurse while he teased my crack.  The room was warm and both our bodies
generated heat.  The only light came from the candles.  He let me suckle on
his nipples for a few minutes before breaking my grip and letting me drop
to the bed.  My legs remained around him, my butt on top of his thighs.  He
bent over and gave me a raspberry on my belly while his hand pulsed around
my throbbing member.  I felt a finger at the entrance to my treasure and
reached to hand him the lube.

One finger moved inside me while I gasped for air.  I squirmed wanting to
get more inside me and feel it rubbing the inside of my love chute.  I
whimpered and moaned, begging for more.  The warm wetness surrounded my
stiff and aching dick.  He sucked so hard I thought he would pull my balls
through the little slit.  As he sucked he raked fingernails down both my
sides and I arched my back, crying out with pleasure.  This was the first
time we had had sex with just the two of us in the house in a while and I
enjoyed every minute.  I didn't know why I was so hot or why I craved him
so much, but I did and I didn't care why.  While he continued to suck and
rake me with his fingernails, I begged him to fill me.  Another finger went
in and my back arched as I cried out.

He didn't hold anything back.  He knew where my sensitive spots were and he
worked them.  Two fingers massaged my insides and teased my prostate.  I
knew when the fingers stopped moving and felt the rhythmic tapping on the
prostate gland that caused me to cry out and whimper in time with the taps.
I didn't care how loud I hollered.  This was good; no, it was fantastic.

"Ohhhh gaaahhhhddd . . . yyyeeeesssssss . . .aaaaaaahhhhhhhh . . .mmmpphhh
.  .mmmmppphhh . .oohh .oohh . oohh . oohh . oohh . oohh .AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!
. .I'm cummmmmmiiinnnngggg . .fuck yeah!! . . uuuunnnhhhh
. . ooooooonnnnnhhhh .  .yyyyeeeaaahhh . .yyyyyeeeeaaahhh . .fuck! . .oh,
pllleeeaaassse, fuck me . . fuck me hhhhaaaarrrddd . .plllleeeeaaaasssee!
. ."

I had an orgasm, a big one and shot everywhere, but he didn't even slow
down.  The more I begged, I think, the more he ignored me.  I was bouncing
off the bed, grabbing fistfuls of sheets and his hair as his fingers sent
jolts of pleasure through me.  Somewhere, while I begged, the third finger
went in hard.  I felt a sense of pain and pleasure as he pushed it in and
then twisted.  Sometimes I bounced up hard enough to grab his neck and want
him to kiss me or let me bury my head in his neck. Sometimes he did, and
sometimes he put me back down.  He pushed until I shot again, this time he
sucked it out of me.  How?  That was too soon.  Finally, I heard what I
wanted.

"Let me have your hands."  I reached my hands to him.  I felt the head of
his cock at my hole and tried to use my legs to impale myself.  I no longer
wanted him in me, I needed him in me.  This time I wanted him to just take
me and ride me hard and long.  He took my hands and began pulling me onto
him while he pushed his hips forward.  I pulled with my arms and flexed my
butt muscles, trying to walk onto him.  It felt so good to feel him filling
me.  When I felt his pubes tickle my butt I just stopped, looked at him and
smiled.  Then I just nodded my head and closed my eyes while he pulled me
up and held me close.  We were both covered in perspiration.

He rode me like a wild bronco.  I felt his balls slap my butt.  I pulled as
hard as I could with my legs to get more of him in me.  I opened my eyes to
see something I didn't recognize.  The only thing my mind would register
now was the feelings racing through my body while it demanded more.  With
each downward plunge my body was jolted and I traveled all over the bed.  I
was getting the royal screwing I asked for and wanted more.  I loved being
pampered, but sometimes you want it hard and heavy, like now.  I don't know
how long he rode me.  I heard him moaning his pleasures and taking sharp
breaths before he grabbed my hips and pulled me into him, hard.  His juices
were bouncing off my insides, filling me.

When it was over he held me close while I caught my breath and came down
from the greatest sexual high I could imagine.  He told me my butt would be
sore in the morning and I let him know I didn't care.  I wanted him to stay
in me while I fell asleep.  He got off the bed, holding me, and pulled one
of the top sheets up for us.  We laid down with me on top of him and him
still in me.  This was my heaven.  He rolled onto his side, holding me
close to him.  I wrapped my arms around him and the last thing I heard was
what I thrived on.

"Love you, boy."

End Ch Fifty-One

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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