Duncan Wyatt / 18 / Medium Length Brown Hair / Lean and Muscular / Smooth / 7-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Nick Robinson
Noah Wyatt / 39 / Medium Length Black Wavy Hair / Muscular Build / Facial Stubble and Hairy / 12-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Paul Anthony Kelly
Queens for a Day
“Time to get up, stud.” I felt a big hand squeeze my leg.
“Mmm? Dad? What’d you say?” I nuzzled into his shoulder as I rubbed my eyes.
“I said it’s time to get up, bud. We’ve begun our descent.” I heard a *ding* as the pilot came on the speaker, announcing the local time and temperature. Dad gave me a soft kiss on the forehead, and I sat up and stretched my neck.
Dad and I had originally agreed that we would spend Thanksgiving in Santa Fe this year since we had blown so much money moving and buying a house, but my grandparents weren’t having it. During a tense phone call two weeks ago, my dad paced back and forth in the kitchen, reassuring them that ‘Yes, we love them’ and ‘No, we don’t want them to die of a broken heart.” They insisted on paying for our tickets and the discussion was over, so Dad and I boarded a 6AM flight this morning, the day before Thanksgiving.
After the ‘fasten seatbelt’ light turned off, I shot up and grabbed our carryon bags. We made our way through the crowd as Dad guided me with a steady hand on my lower back.
The day after Halloween, BigTool4U sent me a message on Grindr and said that ‘some stuff’ had come up and he wouldn’t be available for a while. It was Dad’s way of buying time while he dealt with the fact that he had been fucking his son. At first, I was upset, but almost immediately, Dad started acting differently towards me. We had always been close, but he was becoming more physically intimate with me. It started innocently enough with quick little hugs and pats here and there, but now he couldn’t go two seconds without wrapping his arm around my waist or stroking my hair. He wanted me by his side, and I wanted to spend every second of every day by his. If he needed time to figure out what was happening between us, I could give it to him if it meant being held by him or falling asleep against his broad shoulders on a plane.
“Hey bud. This way.” Dad grabbed my hand and led us towards the escalators. Swoon.
“Why couldn’t we fly into LaGuardia? It’s so much closer.” I stepped onto the escalator on the same step as my dad so I could be pressed against him. He looked down at me and smiled as he pushed a strand of hair out of my face. I wanted to kiss him so bad.
“Take it up with your grandparents, kid. They bought the tickets.” I yawned, still not fully awake from my nap, and nuzzled my face in-between his massive pecs. He kissed my head and breathed me in as the escalator came to an end. Squeezing my hand, he led us towards the automatic doors of the exit.
“So, are we getting a cab or..?”
“Hey! Over here!” My grandfather stood next to his old town car waving an arm. A few years ago, he retired from the NYPD. He had put in his time and was eager to finally have time to ‘find himself’ after he and my grandmother divorced when I was 8 years old, though he spent most of his time lifting weights in his garage and sitting at the same Greek café nursing a single cup of coffee for hours while he smoked a cigar and chatted with the other retirees. The weightlifting paid off though. He lost his beer gut and packed on some serious muscle. “Duncan! I’ve missed you!” He pulled me in, lifting me off my feet for a bear hug, though it felt more like I was being hugged by The Thing from the Fantastic Four.
“Hey Gramps” I said, my mouth muffled by his puffy winter parka. “You know, it’s only been a few months.” He placed my feet back on the ground as a stern look crossed his face. His piercing blue eyes darkened as he clenched his square jaw.
“Well, I’m sorry I love my grandson! I must be the worst grandparent in the world.” My dad let out an audible sigh as he tossed our bags into the trunk and opened the passenger door for me. His least favorite show, ‘Guilt Party’ was back with a new episode though it felt like one he’d seen a million times already.
“No one thinks you’re a bad grandparent, Dad and we’re very grateful for the tickets to come out here for Thanksgiving.” Dad spoke with the halting speech pattern of a celebrity host trying to read off of cue cards during their Saturday Night Live sketch. He must’ve ticked the right boxes though, because Gramp’s face lit up as he hugged his son hello and hopped into the driver’s seat to take us home.
After a forty-minute drive back to Astoria, Gramps pulled into the short, one-car driveway on the side of his house and parked. I stepped out of the car and buried my hands in my coat as Dad and Gramps grabbed our bags out of the back. It was a dry 30 degree winter afternoon in Queens. I didn’t miss it, but it still felt nice to be back somewhere familiar.
Dad and I rarely talk about New York anymore. I still remember sitting on the bench outside my old principal’s office last April with an ice pack of my left eye and cotton balls shoved up my nose. The door was closed, but I could hear my dad’s words clear as day. His voice was filled with a rage I’d never heard before. Fists pounded on the desk as he demanded action be taken against my homophobic bully, but there would be none. My bully came from an important family with deep pockets, and I was just the son of a widowed teacher who worked multiple jobs. Gramps had offered to ‘get his hands dirty’ but Dad told him no. We had talked about just transferring schools, but in the end, Dad thought a fresh start for the both of us would be better.
“How’s it feel to be back, kid?” Dad asked throwing an arm around my waist.
“Fine. But again...it’s been like 3 or 4 months.” I let out a chuckle as I grabbed my bag from his hands and hopped the 5 steps up to the front porch. Dad followed quickly behind me. I told you he was incapable of being around me and not touching me. “Come on, Gramps. I’m freezing!” I huddled close to Dad as Gramps took his sweet time locking his car and joining us on the porch. We headed inside, kicked off our shoes and reluctantly shucked off our coats. Gramps didn’t keep a particularly warm home.
“Your mom will be over in an hour or so for dinner. I offered to host tonight since she’s hosting Thanksgiving tomorrow. If you boys wanted to freshen up beforehand, now would be a good time. I got you boys in the guestroom upstairs. I’ll leave you to duke it out on who gets the bed and who gets the floor.”
If we couldn’t afford to fly out for the holidays we couldn’t really come up with a reasonable excuse to get a hotel, so we were stuck in Gramp’s tiny 2-bedroom house for the next two nights. We headed upstairs while Gramps headed into the kitchen to get dinner started. The tiny guestroom was across the hall from the slightly less-tiny master bedroom. A Pepto-pink tiled bathroom with all the finest fixtures from the 1980’s sat in the middle. I pushed open the guestroom’s creaky door, tossed my bag on the floor and plopped down on the small twin bed, exhausted.
“Ha. Does this mean you get the bed?” Dad said as he sat down next to me.
“Mmmm. I’ll fight you for it?” I said as I laid back on the bed. My shirt rose up a bit, revealing my belly button. Dad slid a cold finger over my bare stomach, tracing one of my abs. “Ooof. Too cold!” I reached down and covered my stomach with my arms in defense.
“Sorry” he laughed, still looking down at me. “We gotta get you in the pool more. Get some color on those abs. You can’t keep hiding from the sun like some Winona Ryder character now that we live in New Mexico.”
“I thought you liked me all pasty” I said, sitting back up.
“I love you no matter what color you are” he said as he nudged my shoulder. “Just want you getting out there. Enjoying your new life.”
“Oh, I’m enjoying my new life...” I said, as I looked him in the eyes and sliding my hand closer to his. He quickly looked away and stood up, clearing his throat and adjusting his pants. He walked to the other side of the room and fiddled with the pile of blankets folded on the armchair in the corner.
“Yes...well. *ahem* Good. I’m...I’m glad.” Noise from downstairs cut the growing tension.
“I know you didn’t fly all the way out here so I could stand in the kitchen talking to myself like a crazy person!” Gramps yelled from the bottom of the steps.
“Uh...You...You get settled in, Dunc. I’ll take this one.”
“OK. I’ll get the next one.”
“Thanks, Duncaroo.” He awkwardly patted my shoulder before heading out of the room.
“Wow! What smells so good?” Dad’s voice faded away as he headed downstairs, locked and loaded with his next handful of publicist-approved statements. We both loved my grandparents. They were a huge help to my dad, watching me while he worked multiple jobs. They were just a lot to handle sometimes, so we took turns placating them, so it wasn’t all on my dad or me. Thirty minutes later, my grandma had arrived and the four of us sat at the dinner table, catching each other up on the past 4 months.
“So, Dunky, have you found someone to sexually satisfy your needs in Santa Fe yet?” my grandmother asked as she served herself some salad. Grandma was a free spirit compared to my stricter grandfather. She was about 10 levels above ‘sex positive’ and owned a flowy caftan in every color and design imaginable. She usually spent her weekends hosting workshops for women in the Catskill Mountains. ‘My G-Spot, My Friend’ and ‘Into-Me-See’ were a couple of her more popular classes. What she lacked in degrees or formal education, she made up for with chunky jewelry, hand mirrors and an unflappable ability to discuss sex and sexuality with anyone and everyone.
“Jesus, Ma!” Dad jerked forward, nearly spitting out his beer as I laughed.
“What? Dunky has needs just like everyone else. He’s an adult. He should explore his body with a partner he can trust.” Technically I did but I couldn’t tell her that.
“No, Grandma. I don’t have a boyfriend yet.” I fought every urge to look over at my dad. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned my face.
“Uh huh. ‘Yet’, huh? So maybe you’re at least talking to someone then?”
“Uh. Well. There was this...guy. But I don’t know. He kind of ghosted me recently.” Dad took a slow sip of his beer as he stared down at this dinner plate.
“Oh, then he’s an asshole. You’re a handsome man with beautiful, caring eyes. My grandson needs to be treated like the prince he is. Next! Move on to someone else!” Her chunky bracelets jingled as she gestured wildly.
“OK, Pam. Calm down” Gramps said as he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. He wasn’t a prude by any means, but I could tell he was never really a fan of his ex-wife’s outbursts.
“I don’t know. I really...like spending time with him. I’m just trying to give him space for now.” Dad finally looked at me and smiled.
“Have you met this boy, Noah?” Grandma asked as she took another sip of wine.
“Uh...no. I haven’t. But I agree, Dunc deserves the best.” He reached over and squeezed my hand.
A few hours later, dessert had been served with a side of fresh guilt and then Grandma headed home for the night. I climbed out of the steaming shower and slid on some red flannel pajama bottoms and an old black t-shirt of my dad’s. As I crossed into the guest room, I could hear Dad still knocking a few beers back with Gramps downstairs. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and a couple blankets from the armchair in the corner and lay down on the thin area rug in front of the bed. Twenty minutes later I could hear the unmistakable footsteps of Dad climbing the stairs. I’ve had that sound memorized since childhood. I spent countless nights waiting for him to get home from work, sit on my bed with me, and catch up before going to bed. He slowly opened the guestroom door and chuckled at the sight of me on the floor.
“Dunc” he said softly. “Take the bed. I can deal with the floor for a couple nights.”
“It’s OK, old man. I don’t mind.” He laughed as he peeled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. I watched his slow striptease in the dark. I thought he’d stop when he got to his boxers, but he peeled them off, giving me a front row seat to his chiseled body and low hanging cock. I tried not to stare so obviously, but it was hard...er...difficult. He pulled a fresh pair of white cotton boxers from his bag and slid them on, ending my show. Even covered up, his obscene bulge was still drool-worthy. He delicately squeaked between me and the bed, pulled the covers back and hopped in. I closed my eyes and listened to him grunt and adjust as he got comfortable.
“Psssssst” Dad whispered. I sat up and looked over at the bed. He laid there, pressed against the wall, arms and blanket open, beckoning me like a warm, cozy siren. “Come’re.” My heart pounded in my chest. Was I reading too much into this? Was he just being a good father or did he...miss me? I climbed into bed and faced him, as he wrapped the blanket and his arms around me. “Much better” he sighed with an adorable smile. I weaved my legs between his. Partly to be closer to him and partly so I didn’t fall off the bed. His left hand slid down my back and pulled me closer. “Comfy?”
“Uh...yeah.” I said as my growing hardon grazed his forearm. “Maybe a little too, comfortable. Sorry.” I didn’t know why I was suddenly embarrassed. We’d fucked twice by now. I’ve fantasized about this exact scenario with him. But now that it was actually happening...No masks. Just us. I was nervous.
“It’s OK, kid” he chuckled. “Completely natural response being this physically close with someone.” He smiled as his hand on my lower back began making circles. Was he trying to instigate something? My face felt hot.
“Yeah...I don’t...I don’t know if that’s it.” I looked into his eyes, longingly, hoping he would understand we felt the same way.
We laid there in silence as our breathing got heavier with desire. I could feel his massive cock rub against my stomach as it poked out from the waistband of his boxers. His eyes desperately searched mine for a hint of what I wanted, for some kind of greenlight.
“Dunc...I...”
I decided to take charge. I reached down and freed his throbbing cock and large balls from his boxers. He lifted his hips so I could take them off completely. I wrapped my hand around the girthy fleshy shaft as best I could and slowly started stroking him. His mouth hung open, panting.
“Wait...” he said, grabbing my wrist. I looked at him disappointedly. “I want to see you.”
His hands slid down to the waistband of my pajama bottoms as I helped wiggle them off. Next, he peeled off my shirt and tossed it onto the floor. He looked over my smooth, muscular body and bit his lip. His large hands wandered from my shoulders down to my bubble butt. I let out a soft moan as he playfully squeezed my ass. I started stroking his cock again as he reached down and began stroking mine.
We laid there jerking each other off for a couple minutes, our pre-cum coating each other’s hands. But it wasn’t enough. We had gone this far. I needed more. I grabbed one of his hands and guided it lower. He looked at me confused. I lifted my leg and slid his hand in between, spreading my ass and brushing his fingers against my hole.
His breath hitched at the idea I was proposing. Would he pull away or would he give in to what we both know we want? I felt his fingers swirl around my ring as I pulled them up and impaled myself on them. Two of his fingers slid inside as his eyes widened. I could feel him stroke the silky walls of my pussy. I let out a soft moan as I pressed my forehead against his.
“Fuck” I whispered as he slid a third finger inside me, eager to feel the pussy he missed so much. I threw my leg over his waist, giving him easier access to my hole. He released my cock and slid his other hand around me, massaging and kneading my bubble butt while he fingered his son’s pussy. I yanked his cock closer to my opening. His leaking head drooled onto his hands, busy at work, spreading me open. He looked deep into my eyes. He wanted to go further but he couldn’t be the one to do it.
I released his dick and pushed his shoulders. He slid out of my pussy and laid on his back. I got on my knees and straddled his lap, rocking the crack of my bubble butt back and forth along his aching cock. I reached behind me, grabbed my dad’s dick and aimed its spongey head at the smooth pink ring of my pussy.
“Wait...Dunc...don’t...” But it was too late. The flared head pushed past my ring and slid deep inside. He let out a moan and gripped my hips as I lowered onto his lap, swallowing every inch. He looked up at me with concern, but I just smiled as I began to post on his cock, slowly rising and falling, fucking myself on my dad’s dick. “Oh fuck” he moaned.
“Does my pussy feel good, Dad?” I bit my lip as I stroked my cock. My pre-cum pooled on his stomach.
“Jesus, Duncan. We can’t do this.” He panted as he thrust up in me. My smooth walls began milking him inside me.
“Do you want to stop?”
“I’m...afraid....” he grunted, shutting his eyes tight.
“Afraid of what?”
“I’m afraid...I...can’t...stop.” He grabbed me and pulled me down onto the bed. I flopped on my stomach with my ass in the air. He got up and kneed my legs apart. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart as he slid his fat cock along my gaping hole. I felt him slide inside as he mounted me. He collapsed the full weight of his body on top of me and slid all the way in to the hilt. “Fuck, Dunc. You feel so fucking good” he moaned in my ear. His hips lifted and slammed down, fucking me into the squeaky mattress.
“Fuck me, Dad. Please fuck my pussy” I begged as my own cock rubbed against the mattress. He laced his fingers with mine as he continued to pound me.
“God, Dunc. You’re so fucking sexy.” In between slams, he’d swirl his hips around, carving me open even more. “Your pussy feels so good, baby boy.”
“I love your cock, Dad. It feels so fucking good stretching me open.” I could feel the sheets under my stomach become warm and wet from my drooling cock.
“Yeah? You like Daddy’s cock in you?” he asked as he kissed my neck and squeezed my hands hard.
“I fucking love having my Daddy’s dick in me. I’ve wanted this for so long.” I arched my back more as his cock smashed my prostate, causing my toes to curl.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about this, kid.” I think I did know, actually. “Where do you want me to cum?”
“Inside me. Please breed me, Dad.”
“Fuck...Can I?” He let out a low growl.
“Please breed me, Dad. I need you to cum in me as deep as you can.” He began hammering my hole hard and fast. The sound of his balls smacking hard against mine filled the room. My eyes rolled in the back of my head. I was in heaven. I finally had my dad inside me. No tricks. No costumes. Just a father fucking his son’s brains out. His breath got shorter and I knew he was close to cumming.
“Shit. I’m gonna cum, baby boy” he grunted in my ear. He bit down on my shoulder and slammed into me one last time. I felt every volley of my dad’s hot, milky load glaze the walls of my swollen pussy. My own cock erupted underneath, coating the sheets and my stomach. We laid there as Dad continued to slowly swirl his cock around inside me, churning up my insides with his fresh deposit. “Fuck, Dunc.” He lightly kissed the back of my head and breathed me in.
After a few minutes, Dad slowly pulled out of me with a wet pop and laid down next to me. He reached down and pulled the blankets over us as we snuggled in closely. Our bodies, covered in sweat and cum, weaved together as we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. The small space next to me was cold. Dad had been gone for a while. I could hear some commotion coming from downstairs. I guess the house was up. I leaned over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. There was a text message from Ollie.
Oliver
(Happy Turkey Day bitch! Hope you and your hot dad are having fun in NYC!)
Ollie had a long-standing tradition of flying down to Puerto Rico at Thanksgiving. He’d book first class to the best hotel and post up on the beach while his parents ignored him from China or somewhere in Europe. He tried to get me to ditch my dad and go with him, but I told him I wasn’t allowed when in actuality I just didn’t want to leave my dad’s side. I unlocked my phone and sat up in bed.
Duncan
(Hey bitch. Happy T-Day. How’s PR?)
Oliver
(It’s gorgeous, darling. Met a couple cuties last night, but I’m trying to behave for Jason’s sake.)
Jason was his boy toy from the mall. They’ve been seeing each other for the past couple weeks ever since Halloween. It was nice having Ollie distracted and not hanging around the house so much. It gave me more time to spend with Dad.
Duncan
(Geez. Didn’t know you could turn down your whoredom for another person. I’m impressed.)
Oliver
(Turned it down, not off, darling. Enjoy your family time today. Tell your dad ‘I want to squeeze it’. He’ll know what that means ;) .)
Duncan
(Funny. Try not to drink too much rum while you’re down there.)
Oliver
(TOO LATE. Later, bitch. Hate you <3 .)
I tossed my phone onto the bed and slid my pajama bottoms and shirt back on. The skin on my abs was still tight with dried cum from last night. I opened the door and headed downstairs.
“Well good morning, sleepy head!” Gramps yelled as he poured himself some coffee. I could tell he was on his second or third cup by how...peppy...he was being. “You’re missing the parade. You always loved watching it.” I looked over at my dad, sitting at the kitchen table with his back to me.
“Oh, uh. That’s OK. It’s just a parade.”
“You boys sleep alright last night? Sounded like you were moving furniture there for a minute.”
“Yeah. It was good, Dad. Thanks” Dad pushed around some scrambled eggs on his plate as I sat down across from him.
“Morning, Dad” I said, trying to meet his eyes. He reluctantly looked up at me with a half-smile.
“Morning, Dunc.”
“Well, we’re gonna head over to your mom’s around 2pm. It’ll be the four of us and a couple people from her...’lady workshops’.” He patted me on the shoulder as he sat down at the head of the table. “I need to pick up the pies I ordered from Dino’s before they close at noon. I got rhubarb and pumpkin.”
“Uh, Dunc and I can grab them, if you want” Dad offered. I would’ve been excited for more alone time with Dad if he would actually hold eye contact with me for longer than 2 seconds. I had a sinking feeling in my chest.
“Oh, sure. If you boys don’t mind.”
“Nah. Dunc, why don’t you go get dressed and we can go.” He stood up and walked his dishes over to the sink.
“OK” I said meekly as I slowly headed upstairs to get ready.
Thirty minutes later, Dad and I were headed down the street in Gramp’s car. We drove in complete silence as I looked out the window. I didn’t want to be the first to speak this time. If he wanted to drop the hammer on ‘us’, then he needed to be the one to do it. I noticed as Dad drove past the bakery and pulled into Astoria Park. He pulled into a parking spot and turned the engine off.
“How bout we take a little walk? The pies’ll still be there in 30 minutes.” He gave me a pained smile. The kind of smile you give someone when you’re about to give them some bad news.
“Sure” I said as I zipped up my jacket and climbed out of the car.
We walked along the East River in silence for what felt like an hour. The park was surprisingly filled with groups of people trying to get their 10,000 steps in before they ate a week’s worth of calories at dinner in a couple hours.
“About last night...” Dad said, finally breaking the silence. “You know I love you more than anyone in the world, right?”
“Mm” I muttered, looking down at my feet. I was afraid if I looked into his eyes I’d start crying.
“What we...uh...what we did last night... it went too far, Dunc.” He leaned over the railing and tossed a pebble into the water. “Fathers and sons can’t do that kind of stuff. It’s not...acceptable behavior.”
“I’m sorry.” I leaned my back against the railing next to him and shoved my hands in my pockets.
“You don’t have to be sorry, Dunc.” He sighed and turned to face me. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“So, you did?” I looked up at him. If he wanted to talk, then we were gonna have a fucking talk.
“Well...I...I mean...I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Dads and sons can’t do what we did.”
“Yes, you said that. But we did.”
“Yes, and...”
“And you didn’t like it?” I knew he liked it. He liked fucking his son. He liked fucking me. I just needed him to admit it.
“Well, I...I think it’s obvious...it felt good...to me...”
“So, you love me...and you liked what we did. So why can’t we...?” He grabbed the railing and squeezed it so hard his knuckles turned white. He was searching for a way to make both of us feel like we shouldn’t be doing this. “Do you find me attractive?” I stepped in closer as he looked around to see who was watching.
“You’re my handsome son.”
“That’s not what I asked. I asked if you found me...attractive.” He looked at me for a second before looking down.
“It...that doesn’t...it shouldn’t have happened, Dunc.” I stepped in closer, pressing against him.
“I think you do find me attractive. I think you do like how I look...how I feel?” I nudged against his crotch. I could feel his cock beginning to get hard.
“Dunc. Don’t. If anything happened...I could never hurt you...I couldn’t give up my son. I’m not willing to risk that.” I stepped back, feeling somewhat rejected.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me.” He slowly picked his head back up and looked me dead in the eyes.
“I...want you to be my son.”
The walk back to the car was silent and cold. I did my best to try and hide wiping the tears from my eyes. The rest of the day was a blur of pleasantries, mountains of food, and shallow conversation. I spent the night avoiding my dad and trying to make conversation with the three ladies from Grandma’s workshop. The idea of spending the night in the same room as him broke my heart. I decided to make other arrangements while folks said their goodbyes and left.
“Hey Gram. Do you mind if I crash here tonight? I can take the couch. I don’t mind.”
“Of course, Dunky! I would love that!” Dad looked at me like I just betrayed him. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t take some pleasure in hurting his feelings.
“We’ll, uh, be by early in the morning, Dunc. Our return flight is at 8am” he said as he put on his jacket.
“OK.”
“I love you, Dunc.”
“Night, Dad.”
Later that night, I laid on my grandmother’s couch unable to sleep. I had put myself out there and Dad rejected me. Dad hid behind ‘socially unacceptable’ and not wanting to ‘lose his son’, but the deed was already done. The egg was already cracked. The son’s pussy was already...well, you know. I knew he wanted me more than a father should, but I started to doubt if that would ever morph into something real between us. My phone buzzed from a new text message. I reached over my head and picked up.
Dad
(Please don’t hate me.)
Part of me wanted to lean into the fact I was a teenager and just ignore him but there was the other part of me that was madly in love with him and missed being physically near him.
Duncan
(That’s the problem, Dad. I don’t.)
I could see the little dots dance next to his name as he typed...stopped...typed...stopped. He couldn’t give me what I wanted, and he didn’t know what to say. The problem was anything short of ‘I want you too’...I didn’t want to hear.
Duncan
(I’ll see you in the morning, Dad. Night.)
Dad
(Night, Duncan.)
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