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
Confessions on a Dance Floor
A week had passed since Dad had killed the idea of any possible romantic relationship between the two of us. The plane ride back had been an awkward and uncomfortable experience. The ‘flirty dad’ from before was now gone. All of his little touches and hugs were replaced with hands shoved deep in their pockets and as much physical distance between us as possible. As you can imagine, it made sitting next to each other on a packed flight almost unbearable.
Back in Santa Fe, the weekend was upon us, and I didn’t feel much like hiding in my room anymore. I decided I was going to go out. I also decided 18 years old was too young to give up on love, and if my dad didn’t want me, then I was going to go out and find someone that did. Unfortunately, my wingman and best friend Oliver wasn’t around as much. Nowadays, he spends all his free time with his...‘boyfriend’, Jason. It’s not that I was jealous, I just wanted what he had and was annoyed and angry that our situation wasn’t reversed. But I wasn’t jealous. I picked up my phone and texted Ollie.
Duncan
(Hey, bitch. I’m using your car service tonight to go to Babylon. Wanna come?)
Oliver
(New phone who dis?)
Duncan
(Fuck off.)
Oliver
(Can’t go tonight. Jason is taking me to see ‘Company’ at the Playhouse.)
Ducan
(That sounds really gay.)
Oliver
(Girl, you don’t even know. But he’s cute and his dick is curved in the best way possible.)
Duncan
(I hate you.)
Oliver
(Get in line. Let’s grab coffee tomorrow. Have fun tonight!)
I tossed my phone on the bed and began to get undressed. I stood in front of my floor length mirror and admired the view. Other than a faint trail down to my trimmed pubic hair, there wasn’t a hair on my body below my head. I ran my hand over my abs and up to one of my pecs. I cupped one and then the other, giving them a firm squeeze while I flexed. I turned to the side and admired my perfectly round bubble butt and slim waist. How could Dad turn this down? Nope. No. That’s not what we’re doing tonight, Duncan. We’re moving forward.
I walked over to my dresser and pulled out my favorite black Calvin Klein jockstrap and slid it on, adjusting and snapping the elastic bands around my muscular thighs. Next, I pulled out my ripped black jeans that fit snuggly with their strategically placed holes that showed hints of the jock underneath. They rode low enough on my hips so the jock’s waistband and straps stuck out. Last but not least, I slipped on my black mesh tank top that I had, of course, turned into a crop top. I headed into the bathroom and slicked my near shoulder-length brown hair back with some product and sprayed a cloud of cologne. I looked at the open vanity and said ‘fuck it’. I pulled out a tube of black eyeliner left behind by Ollie and applied a thin layer around my eyes. If this outfit didn’t say ‘fuck me’ then I don’t know what else would. I headed down the hallway as I texted Ollie’s car service for a pickup. I could see the glow of the TV coming from the living room.
“I’m going out” I announced as I walked into the room. Dad was sitting on the couch in the dark, nursing a beer and watching some shitty ‘dude bro movie’ like Die Hard or Billy Madison. I couldn’t tell which, but I also didn’t care. I stood in front of the TV so he could get the full view. Dad’s mouth fell open as he looked me up and down.
“You look...uh...Where are you going?” He took another long swig of his beer as his eyes rested on his son’s visible jockstrap.
“Gonna go to Babylon. Heard there were a lot of cuties there tonight.” Honestly, I didn’t know if that was true, but I needed him to believe it was. He let out a low sigh as he sat up and placed his beer on the coffee table.
“You don’t have to do this, Duncan.” He looked away, scratching the back of his head. He couldn’t tell me what I wanted to hear, but he also didn’t want me to go out cruising for an alternative.
“Do what? I’m single. I’m hot and like Grandma said, I deserve to have my needs met.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest, defensively.
“Just...just stay in tonight. OK? We could watch a movie or play some Playstation?”
“Ooo. A ‘movie’” I said sarcastically. “Yet another opportunity to sit next to you in silence. It’s gonna be a hard pass.” I was being a bit of a dick to him, but he broke my heart.
“Duncan...” My phone buzzed in my pocket.
“Looks like my ride’s here” I said as I headed towards the door. Dad stood up and followed quickly behind me. “I’m using Ollie’s service to get there. Don’t worry, I’ll be home by curfew. Maybe I’ll find a nice gentleman to escort me home.” I grabbed my keys and flung the door open.
“Duncan, wait...” I slammed the door shut on my dad. I didn’t want to hear his excuses or justification for icing me out. I wanted to dance with hot men and forget my troubles for an evening.
Downtown, Babylon was the place to be. I hopped out of the car in front of Little Debbie’s diner and walked down the alley towards the entrance, passing a long line of people waiting to get in. Standing guard at the front door was the regular bouncer, Carl. Carl was bald, muscular, in his mid to late 50’s and had on his usual tight blue jeans and tight black t-shirt. Oh, and he was also like 5 ft tall. Ollie had slipped him some money so that we never had to wait in line. ‘Oliver Matthis doesn’t ‘do’ lines’.
“Jesus, Carl. Why’s it so busy tonight?” The neon ‘Babylon’ sign buzzed above us.
“Oh hey, Dunc. You’re looking extra slutty tonight.” He twirled a wooden toothpick around in his mouth as he glanced over at me briefly, before returning his attention to the super important piece of paper on his clipboard.
“Oh Carl, you do go on...” I said in a flirty southern drawl. I didn’t find him the least bit attractive, and I was pretty sure his type was more feminine...and Asian, but we had our little routine.
“It’s ‘cuffing season’. All these boys are desperate to get someone to shack up with them for the holidays.”
“Huh. I didn’t know they ‘cuffed’ in the desert. It’s like 90 degrees year-round. No one’s hiding inside from the cold here.”
“Eh, any excuse to get some routine dick for a couple months...”
“Speaking of...”
He looked over at me and snorted. “Go on. Get in there, kid. Go make some bad decisions.” I patted him a ‘thank you’ on the shoulder and headed inside.
The club was packed. Even more packed than it had been at Halloween when Dad and I-...NO! Snap out of it, Duncan! I scanned the first-floor bar clientele as I made my way towards the balcony overlooking the dancefloor below. There were some cuties, but no one really grabbed my attention. Not like my da-...Duncan! Come on! I leaned over the railing and admired the sea of flesh below me. Blue and white strobe lights pulsed violently to Dua Lipa’s ‘Dance the Night’ blaring from the speakers on the walls.
As I made my way downstairs to the dance floor I thought I heard my name being called.
“Duncan! Duncan Wyatt! Over here!”
I looked over to the VIP section along the wall and locked eyes with my dad’s co-worker, Vinnie Deluca. He was waiving me over to his booth excitedly. I gave him an awkward smile and wave as I weaved through the crowd, past the velvet ropes and up the couple stairs to the raised seating area. Vinnie ran over and gave me quick hug. He was wearing a red tank top that accentuated his muscular chest and a pair of form-fitting designer jeans.
“Well look at you!” he said, stepping back and taking in my outfit. I could smell he was already a couple cocktails deep. “Come! Come join us for a bit! I want you to meet some folks.” He grabbed my hand and yanked me towards his table. A rather handsome older Latino man with wavy brown hair sat on the right, sipping on a beer. On the other side of the booth sat...Oh. Shit. It’s him. He was obviously older now, and his short spikey brown hair was buzzed off, but I’d recognize that square jaw and those veiny biceps anywhere. He reached out a hand to introduce himself.
“Hi, I’m-.”
“Luigi!” I blurted out before I realized my faux pas. I quickly yanked my hand out of his and covered my mouth as my face turned beet red.
“Uh...Sal, actually” he chuckled as he sat back in the booth, lacing his hands behind his head. “I guess that answers one of my questions.”
“Sorry! Sal! Nice to meet you. I’m Duncan.” Vinnie’s brother, Sal, had previously ran a pretty successful OnlyFans page under the name ‘Luigi’s Room’. It’s been closed down for a while, but Ollie showed me links to some of his pirated content. You’d think it would cause troubles for his mayoral father, but I guess he knew the right people to keep it out of the news. I may or may not have jerked off to some of his videos, especially when I heard the rumors that some of his co-stars were possibly relatives of his. Was one of them Vinnie?
“So, you’re the kid that moved into our old house, right? That’s so cool! We’re ‘house family’ now!” There was that phrase again. An excited smile crossed his face as he playfully punched the Latino man in the arm.
“Is ‘house family’ a regional thing? Cause that’s not really a saying...”
“Hola, Duncan. I’m Diego” the swarthy dreamboat to my right introduced himself as Vinnie plopped down on his lap. I reached across the table and shook his hand ‘hello’ with a somewhat confused look on my face. Vinnie was getting awfully handsy with this muscular daddy in front of me. Then an interesting possibility hit me.
“Are you...Max’s dad?” Max had been introduced to me as Vinnie’s boyfriend when I literally bumped into them at the Halloween Festival. Dad had mentioned that the two of them were living with Max’s dad. He even supplied the Squid Games costume for my dad. I assumed the three were close, I just didn’t know...how...close. Vinnie rested his head on Diego’s and smiled as Diego slowly rubbed his thigh.
“Yep. That’s me” he said with a smile as he raised his beer up in salute.
“Duncan. Diego, Max and I...are together.” Vinnie leaned over the table as Diego slid a hand up the back of his tank top. His eyes scanned me for a reaction.
“Oh” I said casually nodding. Then it hit me. “Ohhhhhhh. So, the two of them...and you...you know...” I’m pretty sure I understood, but I needed it explicitly stated. I’d made a lot of assumptions over the past month or so that didn’t go in my favor.
“Yes. The three of us fuck.” I could feel the blood in my head drain as my cock began to harden in my tight jock. “But sometimes just Diego and I fuck...or Max and I...or sometimes Diego fucks Max.” I could feel Diego and Sal’s eyes lock on me. Diego chuckled as he leaned forward and kissed Vinnie’s bare shoulder.
“Ay, Vinito. Hope you know what you’re doing.” Sal looked at the two of them, confused.
“Geez, little bro. Maybe don’t announce that at a packed club?”
“Oh, I think Duncan will be OK.” A devilish smile crossed Vinnie’s face. He climbed out of the booth and threw an arm around my shoulders. He leaned in close. Vodka vapors wafted off his breath and flooded my nose. “Where’s your dad tonight, Duncan?” he whispered in my ear, seductively.
“H-he’s at home” I stuttered as I looked down at the floor. Vinnie knew, didn’t he. He knew my secret. And he was calling me out in front of his...‘other boyfriend’ and brother.
“That’s a shame. Wouldn’t you rather he be here WITH you?...or in you?” I looked away, embarrassed.
“That’s gross. He’s my dad.” Vinnie tossed his head back and cackled.
“It’s OK, Duncs. You’re with your ‘house family’.” JESUS CHRIST. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. You’re with your community right now. And I don’t mean these queens...” he said, waving towards the dance floor... “playing ‘Sex and the City’ behind us.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about...”
“Jesus.” He let out an annoyed sigh as he rolled his eyes at me. “Duncan. You’re not the only one that’s fucking their dad in this town.” Sal nodded as his brother’s over-sharing suddenly made sense. I could tell by Diego’s expressionless face that my dad and I had possibly been an ongoing topic of conversation in their house.
“How did you know my dad and I...?”
“I’m just a really good judge of character.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Well, let’s see...There was you blushing and staring at your dad’s crotch the first time we met...Oh, and I know he fucked some kid in a Princess Bride costume here and at the festival where WE SAW YOU wearing it.”
“How did you know we...How did you know about the back room?” Vinnie giggled.
“Well, you two were seen exiting the fuck room in the back. You in your Wesley costume and Noah in Diego’s old Squid Games costume.” Diego winked at me.
“Seen? By who?”
“That would be me, little sparrow” a deep voice boomed from behind us. I felt a loud smack on my ass as I came face to face with Ollie’s ‘Magic Mike’ reject from the night before Halloween. “Name’s Nico. Nice to formally meet you, Duncan.” He sauntered over to the booth as Sal scooted closer to Diego, making room for Nico to sit.
“Good ol’ Uncle Nico here was entertaining one of your friends while you and Noah fucked in the back. A few texts in the Deluca family text chain and we pieced it together.”
“So, you and your dad...the mayor...you know...?”
“Fuck? Haven’t in a while, but yes. Also, me and Sal, me and Nico, me and my dad’s husband...”
“All of you are fucking each other?”
“Well, not so much these days, but we have.” I didn’t really know his family, but the idea that there were other incestuous fathers and sons in this town suddenly made me feel...less alone. “So, it’s all out there now. You can tell us anything. We won’t judge you. Well, Nico might, but he’s much better behaved these days.” He turned and winked at his uncle.
“OK...Yes, we...fucked...twice on Halloween weekend...and again the night before Thanksgiving.”
“Oooo. You fucked without costumes? That must’ve been so hot.”
“It was really...amazing...” I smiled as images of our time together flashed before my eyes. “...But he doesn’t... After the last time, he said he didn’t want me.” I was beginning to feel defensive.
“Did he actually say that?” Vinnie squinted his eyes. “Did he actually say those words?”
“Well...not necessarily. He said he wants me to ‘just be his son’.”
“OK! So, it’s NOT the end. All you need to do is...” I put my hand up, cutting him off.
“It’s done, Vinnie. He doesn’t want me. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go find someone that does. It was nice meeting you all.” I waved goodbye and headed back out into the crowd. Lizzo’s ‘About Damn Time’ came on as I stepped onto the dance floor. I weaved my way through the crowd, into the center. The smell of musk and sweat filled the air. I swiveled my hips, closed my eyes and got lost in the music.
“Looking good, Wyatt.” A voice whispered in my ears from behind as a pair of dark, muscular arms wrapped around my waist. It was Nate Landon, high school football star, part-time Starbucks barista and apparently closeted homosexual.
“Hey, Nate” I said over my shoulder as I grinded back against him. I could feel a massive third leg nestle against the crack of my ass. He grabbed my bare waist and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my jockstrap. I could feel him slightly hump into me as we danced. He wasn’t who I truly wanted, but he was gorgeous and there was no doubt how he felt about me.
“Didn’t know if you’d be here tonight. Was kind of hoping you would be.” I laid my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes as one of his hands slid up under my crop top. He brushed over my nipple and gave it a gentle pinch. The blaring music drowned out my soft moan.
“I’m kind of surprised to see you here. To be honest I didn’t think you were...” I trailed off, hoping he’d finish the sentence for me. It seemed obvious now, though I’ve had my suspicions for a while.
“Eh, I don’t know. Never really dated a guy, but I love slamming some tight boy pussy every now and then.” His breath was hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Been wondering what you’ve got hidden in between that perfect bubble butt of yours, Wyatt.”
“Why don’t I show you?” My heart wasn’t really in it, but I figured the best way to get over my dad was to put as many men as I could between us and our last time together.
“Fuck, Wyatt. I’m gonna tear that shit up. Let’s fucking...” Nate stopped mid-sentence, pulled his hands off me and stepped back. “Oh, shit.”
“Nate? What’s wro-...” I looked in front of me as the world stopped for a brief moment. Dad stood at the bottom of the steps wearing a tight black V-neck t-shirt that looked like it was painted over his muscular pecs and abs. His tight blue jeans contoured his massive thighs and bulge nicely. His hair was slicked back, and he had a scary look in his eyes. Dad locked eyes with me as he moved towards us, across the dance floor. Nate and I froze in place as he stood in front of us, arms crossed and biceps flexed.
“Nate. I think you should find another...‘dance’...partner tonight” he said sternly, never taking his eyes off me.
“Y-yes, sir, Mr. Wyatt. I was just about to head out anyway.” Nate rubbed his hands together nervously as he looked around the room.
“Good idea.”
“Uh...see you at school, Duncan.” I watched as Nate made a bee line towards the stairs. He booked it up the steps and left. I looked back at my dad who still had his eyes locked on me. I didn’t know what I was expecting. A lecture maybe? But suddenly his face softened with a smile.
“Hey...”
“...Hey...”
He dropped his arms and stepped into me as we began dancing to Rihanna’s ‘Where Have You Been’. Our faces were inches away from each other as his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me in close. My heart raced as his hand rested on the small of my back, occasionally slipping a finger or two under the waistband of my jockstrap. I inhaled the smell of his aftershave like a drowning man desperate for air. A bead of sweat ran down and settled in the v of his neck. I desperately wanted to lick it up.
The evening went by in a blur. Song after song played as Dad and I danced like we were the only ones in the room.
Dad’s eyes darkened as he leaned in close. “If I don’t fuck you in the next minute, I’m going to go insane.” My heart fluttered with anticipation. I didn’t respond, but I turned and worked my way through the crowd towards the back room. Dad followed closely behind. We passed by groups of faceless men as we headed to an empty corner in the back.
As soon as we got there, Dad grabbed my wrist and spun me around. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulled me in close and kissed me long and deep. In all of our hook ups, we had never kissed but I was dying to feel his lips against mine. It was chaotic and frenzied. We both needed this. His ever-present stubble scratched my face, but I didn’t care. I moaned into his mouth as I ran my hands up under his shirt. His skin was hot and sweaty, and I wanted to feel it pressed against my own. He frantically unbuttoned my pants and shoved his hands down the back pawing my smooth bubble butt with hunger.
“I missed you so fucking much” he panted, in between kisses.
“I’ve been so miserable without you” I said, clawing at his back. I yanked his shirt up over his head and took a moment to inhale his smell before tossing it onto the floor.
“I need you” he said as he turned me around and pushed me up against the wall. He yanked my pants down. I felt the cool air of the room caress my bare ass as he spread my cheeks apart and began to eat me out.
“Oh fuck” I moaned, bucking back into his tongue. He swirled it around my tight opening, getting it sloppy and wet with saliva, before finally sliding it inside. I could feel the vibrations of his moan against my hole. His hands massaged my thighs as he took turns nibbling the edges of my hole and scraping the walls of my pussy with his tongue. As he tongue-fucked me, I could feel him continue to peel my pants off. He patted my ankle, signaling me to lift. I lifted my feet and stepped out of my pants. He stroked his cock as I stood there in nothing but my jockstrap and mesh tank top getting eaten out by my dad. I was in heaven. After a few more nibbles, he pulled off my hole with a gasp and stood up.
“God, Dunc. Your pussy tastes so fucking good. I could spend all night eating you out, but I need to breed you.”
He turned me around to face him. We kissed again as his saliva and the juices from my pussy swirled between our mouths. He bent down and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as the head of his leaking cock poked at the entrance to my pussy.
“I want to kiss you while I fuck you” he said, nibbling on my ear. I reached down and grabbed his cock as I lowered my hips, impaling myself. He let out a grunt and thrusted up into me as the fat head of his dick carved me open. “Fuuuuuuck...”
“Fuck, Dad. You’re so big” I moaned. I could feel my insides being stretched to their limits, inch by inch as he buried himself to the hilt. His biceps were bulging, slick with sweat, from holding me.
“Shit” he chuckled. “This feels too good, Dunc.” It all felt like some dream. The man I love tracked me down, claimed me for himself and wanted to ravage me where we first made love. I needed his load inside me badly.
“Fuck me, Dad. Breed me” I whispered in his ear.
He started thrusting up into me as I bounced on his cock. My own cock ached in the tight jockstrap pouch, but I didn’t care. He held me against the wall for support as I yanked on his hair. He rested his forehead on my shoulder as he pounded me.
“You like having your dad’s dick in your perfect, smooth pussy, Dunc?”
“I fucking love it, Dad. You made this pussy. It’s yours whenever you want it.” He let out a low chuckle as he slammed into me hard and swirled his hips around.
“I’ve been dreaming of this pussy all week. It was so fucking beautiful watching my boy bounce on my dick back in New York.”
“Yeah? You liked feeling your son’s pussy milking your gigantic cock? My cock bouncing up and down, leaking as I impale myself over and over?” He growled and ran his tongue up my neck causing my eyes to roll.
“I fucking loved it, kid. You don’t know how many nights I’ve jerked off, fantasizing about pinning you to the bed and just fucking *grunt* your *grunt* brains out.” My heard swirled. My body flush with over stimulation. How long has he wanted to fuck me? Before Halloween? Longer? My toes curled as he punched my prostate repeatedly.
He walked us over to a nearby leather couch and laid me down. I reached down and finally freed my cock, the jockstrap pouch now soaking wet from my pre-cum. He ran his hands up my body, massaging my pecs and playing with my nipples. He leaned back, pulled out, and slammed all the way inside again causing me to scream out.
“Too much?”
“No” I gasped. “Give it to me. Hard. Fucking wreck me.”
He reached down and stroked my cock greedily as I rested my legs on his shoulders. He wanted to milk me just as much as I wanted to be bred by him. He rammed into me repeatedly as he bit down on my calf.
“Fuck yeah, dude. Fuck that kid’s pussy.” One of the faceless guys leaning against the wall egged Dad on as someone serviced his cock. Dad picked up his speed. The glorious sound of his large balls smacking against my ass filled the room.
“Your pussy feels so good squeezing my cock, Dunc.” He wiped the sweat off his forehead and clenched his jaw. “Not sure I can last much longer.”
“Do it, Dad. Cum inside me. You have no idea how much I need it.”
“Fuck. Yeah? My baby boy needs his daddy’s cum? I’m gonna fucking give it to you, baby.” He slammed into me one last time, filling me to the brim with his hot, sticky load. I came too, clamping down on his cock like a vice, milking every last drop out of his balls. He tossed his head back in ecstasy, trying to catch his breath.
After a minute or so, he slowly pulled out of me and helped me stand up. My legs wobbled like Jello. Dad grabbed my pants and helped me get dressed. I found his shirt and helped him slip it back on before reaching down and helping him slip his softening cock back into his pants. I stood there for a moment, unsure of what would come next, now that he got what he wanted, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me in for a long kiss. It was deep and passionate.
“Been waiting a long time to do that” he said, resting his forehead on mine.
“...Me too.” I had so many questions. None more pressing than ‘so what now?’.
“Can I take you home, handsome?”
“Yes, please. Let’s get out of here.”
He grabbed my hand and led us out of the back room and onto the dance floor. I was sure that he would let my hand go at some point, but he didn’t. Everyone could see us, but he refused to let my hand go. My heart skipped a beat.
We made our way upstairs and out the door. Not a word was said on the drive home, but he held my hand the entire time, slowly rubbing my hand with his thumb. The house stood dark and empty as we headed inside for the night. Dad headed into the kitchen and poured himself some water.
“You want some?”
“...Sure. Thanks.” I was still nervous that the other shoe would drop. Again. And we’d be back to just ‘father and son’. He poured another glass of water and handed it to me.
“That was reckless, Dunc.” Oh no. “We can’t do that again...”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He looked at me confused by my sudden outburst. I put the glass down on the counter and backed away from him. “You’re gonna fuck me and then ice me out? Again?”
“What? No...*sigh* I’m not saying this correctly...” He rubbed his temples as he walked up to me. “What I meant was we can’t be that obvious about it in the future. People we know could’ve seen us. It’s too risky.”
“So, you’re not...cutting me out again?”
“God, no, kid.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me in for a hug. “I love you, Dunc. I’m sorry I pushed you away in New York.” I had to remind myself to start breathing again. “I’m just wondering if we can at least talk this all out. Talk about how this could...or would...possibly even realistically work. Is that OK with you?”
“Of course. Did you want to talk now?” We both looked at the clock.
“It’s kind of late, Dunc. Neither one of us is going anywhere. It can wait ‘til tomorrow, yeah?”
“Alright...Then I’m gonna head to bed...Goodnight, Dad” I said as I headed towards my room.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he laughed as he grabbed my waist. “You’re sleeping with me, kid.” We headed down the hall towards his...our...bedroom. I fell asleep in his arms, watching the rhythm of his chest rising and falling with each breath.
I awoke the next morning as sunlight crawled across my face. Dad’s massive muscular body was draped over me as he lightly snored in my ear. If I’m being honest, I didn’t know how this could realistically work, but I knew I couldn’t give this up. I kissed him gently on the forehead as he smiled and squeezed me tight.
“Mine” he muttered before falling back asleep.
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