Robert and Johnny-The rest of the story Ch 4
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This is the continuing story of Robert and Johnny, who first appeared in my short series My 11th Summer. Although intended to be a simple stand alone short series, My 11th Summer was so popular, not only with my readers, but myself, that I decided to continue the saga in Tween to Teen. And now, as the boys finish High School and move on to College and their adult life, the final part of the saga begins. So, for those who have been following the stories these last 3 years, here is part 3 of the trilogy, which I am calling Robert and Johnny-The rest of the story. Enjoy.
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Robert and Johnny
The rest of the story
(Part three of the trilogy began in My 11th Summer, then Tween to Teen)
By: Kewl Dad
Chapter 4
Old friends
Johnny knocked on Donnie's door around noon that Saturday, then we both stood to one side waiting for someone to answer. To our surprise it wasn't Donnie who answered, but Walter, and he couldn't have looked more surprised or more pleased.
"Hey, you two...come on in, Donnie is in the bathroom," he said as he led us in.
"You two the only ones here?" I said looking around.
"Yeah, Donnie's folks went to his grandparents to visit for the weekend. Oh, here he is now," Walter said as Donnie emerged from the bathroom and came up the hall.
"Hey! What are you guys doing?" Donnie said rushing us and giving us a hug, which we returned with fervor.
"We came to see our old pal and got two in the bargain," I said, "how are you guys doing?"
"Great, work sucks but it's steady and pays pretty good. I got me a pickup, it's in the garage, want to see it," Donnie said excitedly.
"Hell yeah," Johnny said, "what kind? Please tell me it's not a Ford," he teased.
"Nope, a Chevy. This guy at work bought a new one and the dealer wudn't gonna give him squat for trade, so he sold it to me cheap, and got a loan and I'm making payments.
Donnie opened the big door to the garage and I was surprised to see that the space had been cleaned out, the old brown couch pushed against the back wall and in the middle Donnie's pride and joy.
"Oh wow, that's a good looking truck," Johnny said sincerely, "what year is it?'
"It's a '63, but the guy took really good care of it. The motor's been rebuilt and the tranny is like new. Good tires, and don't burn a drop of oil," Donny said opening the hood to show off the engine.
"Wow, even the engine is clean," I said, "It's really nice Donnie."
"Yeah, I'm real happy with it. I borrowed the money from the credit union at work and the payments are real cheap."
"Great, that will help you build your credit up, then when you decide to trade up to a new one, you'll have no trouble getting approved."
"Yeah, but as nice as this is, you should hold onto this one as long as possible," Johnny said, "What engine does it have?"
I let Johnny and Donnie talk engines, transmissions, and rear differentials while Walter and I caught up on old times. I told him about campus life, and he told me about work and what he and Donnie had been up to.
Both of them had dated girls, but so far they hadn't found a girl they were serious about. Walter blushed when he said he and Donnie were still helping each other out sexually, but I clapped him on the back and assured him there was nothing wrong with two buddies helping each other out.
He said neither of them had gone all the way with a girl yet, but that they both wanted to. Walter complained that most girls were looking for a boyfriend or husband and not sex, and the odds of going all the way with a girl were slim to none till they found one and married them.
"Well, I'll confess, I don't know that much about girls, but keep looking. Maybe you'll find the right one before too long."
"I'm not in any hurry," Walter confessed, "as long as I have my hand and Donnie, I'll be fine," he added chuckling.
"You guys have any plans?" I asked when we rejoined the other two.
"No, you guys wanna do something?" Donnie asked closing the hood at last.
"Yeah, how does skating and pizza sound?" I said grinning.
"I haven't been skating in a long time," Donnie said, "I hope I still remember how."
"It's like riding a bike," I assured him, "but I might be a little rusty myself."'
"Walter you in?"
"Yeah, sounds fun. We gonna eat first or after?"
"After," I said, "I really don't want to skate on a full stomach. We can get a drink or some snacks at the rink if we get hungry."
"Yeah, the rink doesn't open till 6 though, so how about we drive around a while?" Johnny suggested.
We drove the ribbon from Walmart to The Sonic Drive-in, our route taking us through downtown, and that reminded me of Jake's new job.
"Yeah, we saw him when we went in to buy some jeans," Donnie said, "I hardly recognized him all slicked up," he laughed, "He was embarrassed at first, but me and Walter took it easy on him and didn't kid him too much."
"I guess you heard about Ronnie and his mom?" I said frowning.
"Yeah, that was sad. I haven't seen him since the accident. I wonder if he's doing okay."
"Yeah, him and his granny came to Caleb's for Thanksgiving. He had a good time. I think he just needed to know that people still cared."
"So, he's staying with his granny?" Donnie asked.
"Yeah, you should go see him," I gave Donnie the address and he said he knew that area well and that he and Walter would visit him soon.
"I need to put some film into be developed," Johnny said on our next trip through downtown.
He pulled up in front of Gatewood's Drug Store and we all piled out. While he took care of that, we browsed the comic book rack and I suggested we get a card for Ronnie and all sign it. That way when Donnie and Walter went to visit him they could give him the card to let him know we were all thinking about him.
"Good idea," Johnny agreed, "but not one of those mushy ones. Something simple and manly," he laughed.
I rolled my eyes to the Heavens, "A manly sympathy card?"
"No, not a sympathy card, let's just get a thinking of you or something."
We found one that everyone agreed on, and I paid for it, despite Donnie and Walter's protests.
"You guys are going to deliver it, me and Johnny will buy it. Our money is all mixed up together," I laughed, "what's mine is his and what's his is mine."
"More like what's mine is his, and what's his is his too," Johnny joked.
We piled back into the bus and took turns signing the card and writing a little something. I was surprised at how thoughtful Donnie's message was, but Walter's was simple and to the point.
I spent some time writing a message from me and Johnny, then signed it and had Johnny sign below.
"You can write something too if you want," I said.
"Nah, what you wrote is perfect," he said, "aww...nice Donnie," he said reading Donnie's message next.
"It's just how I feel. I know how I'd feel if I lost my folks. My dad may not be the most loving guy you wanna know, but he fed and clothed us three boys all those years and helped us every chance he got. And mom did without a lot so we could have things we needed," he said sounding very emotional, "I guess you don't appreciate that stuff when you're a dumb kid. I guess you gotta grow up some."
"Your folks were always nice to us," I added, "and they did a good job of raising you guys."
"Yeah, did I tell you Virgil is a Lieutenant now?"
"Wow, where is he stationed?" I said smiling.
"San Diego, him and his wife have two boys now."
"Really? Man, that's great. I'd love to visit California some day. I can't imagine living there."
"We can live anywhere we want once we graduate college," Johnny said, "even overseas if we want."
"Yeah, well...not sure I want to get that far away from home, but I'd sure like to visit all the places I've read about and seen in the movies...someday."
Johnny started the Bus and we were off again, chattering away and having the time of our lives as we made up for lost time. It was if we'd never been away, and I felt like a kid again as I visited with these two old friends. We talked about Gerald, and the subject of Nam came up, and that put a damper on things for a while, but by the time we finally made it to Tiger Town Skating Rink, we were jolly again.
I'd never been the best skater, but that night it seemed as if I was more sure of myself than ever before. Maybe it was the fact that I'd matured some and had more muscle now, or maybe it was the company.
As I looked out at all the young kids, I had a pang of nostalgia. They looked so young, so small, skating alone or in groups, laughing and talking and having a good time. Once we'd been like they were, and now...here we were again, older and wiser, but still young at heart.
We skated till they did a couples skate, then got a drink and sat that one out. Johnny joked that we should go out there and skate as a couple, but we both knew the world, or at least our corner of it, wasn't ready for that yet.
"They look so sweet," I said noticing a couple of young teens skating together.
The girl was dark haired and petite, the boy not much larger, with reddish brown hair that curled at the ends. They held hands and gazed into each other's eyes the whole time, oblivious of the world around them, and when the song ended, they continued to skate that way.
"Looks like true love to me," Johnny said, "I wonder if he's getting any?" he teased.
"I doubt that," Walter snorted, and went on to explain about his and Donnie's experiences with the fairer sex.
"Just hang in there," Johnny said, "there's a gal out there for you somewhere."
"I hope so," Walter said, "but if not...I'm not feeling deprived."
"He means we fuck each other," Donnie laughed.
"Nothing wrong with a little butt fucking between friends," Johnny chuckled, "Rob and I do it often."
"So, I was wondering..." I said taking this opportunity to feel them out about getting together for some sexual fun later, "how long are your folks gonna be gone?'
"They won't be back till tomorrow night. My granny lives in Arkansas," Donnie said, "and Walter is sleeping over. Why? You guys wanna hang out with us after we get pizza?"
"Yeah, sounds fun," I said raising an eyebrow.
"What he means," Walter laughed, "is: do you guys wanna fool around like we used to?"
"Hell yeah," Johnny said, "we were hoping you guys would be up for some fun. We were even willing to rent a motel room if we had to, but this is even better."
We skated till a little after 8, then turned in our rentals and loaded up the Bug Bus and drove to Ken's for some pizza. The place was crowded as usual, but we were lucky enough to get a booth after only a five minute wait.
We were four hungry teens and we ordered two large pizzas and a pitcher of Pepsi to start with. Walter ordered a salad to get started, but the rest of us were content to wait. I noticed he fed Donnie a bite now and then, and I thought that was cute. I was wondering if they were really trying that hard to find a girlfriend. It seemed like they were pretty happy just to be together.
The pizza finally arrived, and as the Jukebox played CCR's, Fortunate Son, we dug in. The song, like many of the Vietnam protest songs reminded us of just how lucky we were not to be wading the swamps and dodging bullets half way round the world, but more importantly, that one of our group might soon face that fate.
We talked about Gerald for a while, and Donnie said he'd talked to his brother about him. His brother said he hated to admit it, but that Gerald would probably be sent to Nam as soon as he finished his training. However, when he found out that Donnie had been accepted for flight school, he said that pilots were important, and that Gerald would get treated a whole lot better than a foot soldier.
"He wants to fly copters. Can you imagine Gerald at the controls of one of those big ole' copters they use over there?" Donnie laughed.
"I think Gerald can do anything he puts his mind to," I said fondly, "I mean, I'm not sure I'd want to ride with him," I added laughing, "but I bet to some wounded soldier waiting to be airlifted, he'd be like an angel."
"I hope his dream comes true," Johnny said softly, "I miss that guy more than I ever thought I would. I've never said this before, but at one time I was actually jealous of that guy."
I looked at Johnny with surprise. As long as we'd been together, I thought there was nothing left that we didn't know about each other.
"Why would you have ever been jealous of Gerald?" I asked incredulously.
"I'm not saying it was rational, but when you found him and made him your friend, I was afraid you might be looking to replace me."
"Johnny, he was our friend, not just my friend. He just...well, he just fit in with our pack, don't you think."
"Yeah," Donnie said. "He was just...Gerald, and after a while it was like I'd known him forever."
"I came in later, but yeah...Gerald is a solid guy. I never thought of him as a threat to anyone. I liked him right away," Walter offered.
"I know, and it didn't last long, but for a while I watched him like a hawk, making sure he wasn't moving in on my best friend," Johnny admitted.
I reached over and took Johnny's hand. Johnny Williams, no one has ever had a chance of that. I've loved you since we first met and I'm planning on loving you till we're both old and grey and beyond."
"Aww...you guys," Donnie gushed, "get a room," he added laughing.
"Later," Johnny said winking, "but you guys can join us."
"I can't wait," Donnie said grinning, "it'll be just like the old days."
We took our time, eating our pizza, talking and laughing, and letting the anticipation build. We'd already called our folks and told them we'd be staying over at Donnie's, and Mikey had insisted on telling us both goodnight and giving us kisses over the phone. I missed the little guy, but I needed this time with my other friends. There would be time for Mikey before we left on Sunday.
We were just about to leave when a group of boys entered, laughing loudly and looking full of vinegar and piss as my dad used to say. I smiled as I looked them over. The oldest appeared to be 16 or so, the youngest 14, and they were all good looking specimens of teenage male. They were handsome, some even cute, and they were having the time of their lives. I wondered if that's what we looked like when we'd come through those same doors, laughing and cutting up and looking for a good time.
"That bunch that just came in," I said as the gal at the register handed me my change, "do you know them?"
"They come in here a lot, they're loud, but they're good kids," she said smiling.
"Here," I said handing her a twenty, "I want to pay for their meal, and anything left over you can have for a tip. But I want to remain anonymous, okay?"
"Well, sure...that's very nice of you," she said, "do you know them?"
"No, but once we were just like them," I said looking back at my buddies, "and something like this would have made our day. Not to mention, gave us a mystery we'd talk about for the rest of our days," I added laughing.
"I'll take care of it," she said then, "have a great night. I'll make sure they get their mystery meal," she added laughing.
"Come on guys, let's get this party started," I said putting my arm around Johnny's and Donnie's neck and leading them out while Walter followed.
In the van, Johnny commented on what I'd done. "That was so groovy, what you did back there. Those guys will go nuts trying to figure out who paid for their pizza. Did you know any of them, or are you just getting all nostalgic on us?" He laughed.
"Remember all the time we wandered in like that, eager to have some fun and share some pizza? Wouldn't it have been great if some anonymous person had paid for our pizza? Think about it, it will be something they'll talk about for a long time to come."
"Yeah, but they'll never know...unless they bribe the waitress," Johnny laughed.
"Oh, I think she'll keep the secret. I think she understood it was more than just a handout. It was like...something wicked and fun, even for her."
"Yeah, well...I'd love to hear that story repeated over and over again, but right now...I'd love to get some lovin'," he chuckled.
"Home James," I said as we piled in the bus, "Uh, Donnie's home that is."
Donnie's room hadn't changed a bit over the years, although it did look as if he'd added more junk to his collection. His bed still had the same blue gingham checked bedspread as the last time I'd been there and the room still smelled of paper, bubble gum, and cum. What a combo.
"We should get some beer," Donnie suggested, "the guy at the Quik Mart will sell it to Walter without asking any questions cause he looks older."
"I'll go get some if you guys want," Walter said easily.
"I'll drive you," Johnny offered.
"It's on the corner," Walter laughed, "I think I can walk that far."
"Oh yeah, I forgot that was what that place was called now," Johnny said, "it used to be called Apco and all they sold was gas, oil, pop, and candy bars."
"Yeah, they built on and added all sorts of stuff. They sell more beer and cigarettes than gas now," Donnie added.
"You need money Walter?" I said pulling out a ten.
"I got this," Walter said, "you guys paid for the pizza so me and Donnie will get the beer.'
"Get some chips too," Donnie said pulling out some money and handing it to Walter."
Walter was back in ten minutes with a 24 pack of beer, two bags of chips and a bag of chocolate chip cookies. Truthfully, I wasn't that much of a beer drinker, but this was a celebration, and I figured a beer or two wouldn't hurt anything.
We tried watching some TV on Donnie's black and white TV, but face it, once you've seen color TV, black and white just doesn't cut it. We turned the TV off and Donnie brought his radio in and we listened to a station out of Tulsa that played rock music.
We sipped our Coors and munched on chips as we talked and laughed, recalling the good old days, and before we knew it we'd consumed four beers each. There's a saying, you don't buy beer, you rent it, and that was true of us as we took turns draining our beer filled bladders two at a time.
We wandered out into Donnie's back yard to get some fresh air, but it had turned cooler since we'd gotten to Donnie's, and we didn't stay out there long. As we popped the top on our 5th beer we were all a bit tipsy, and things started to get a bit physical at this point.
It started with me and Johnny, who had a hard time keeping our hands off each other most times anyway, but soon Donnie and Walter were doing some pawing of their own.
It was interesting to watch the two. They didn't act like lovers exactly, there wasn't any of the making out or kissing that Johnny and I were accustomed to, but there was a lot of touching.
Donnie seemed fascinated with Walter's much more developed chest and soon had his shirt unbuttoned and was running his hands up and down his washboard stomach and tweaking his nipples.
I had to admit, Walter had certainly filled out. I guess all the hard work on the city crew had paid off for both of them, because Donnie had put on some muscle as well, though nothing like Walter's.
I had Johnny's shirt and pants off in a matter of minutes, and he returned the favor, seemingly oblivious of the little show Donnie and Walter were putting on. I looked up to see Donnie stand and snake off his pants, and there were those trademark tighty whities, FOL, only these were in pristine condition, unlike most of those he'd worn as a boy. I guessed he was buying his own undies these days.
Walter was next, and to my surprise he wore boxers. Now, from my experience the only men I knew who wore boxers were old guys, like my dad and grandpa, and though I had personally never tried on a pair, I just couldn't imagine why Walter would be wearing them.
"Old man undies," Johnny joked, "lots of ball room in those, Walter?"
"Yeah, I like having my boys hang loose," Walter laughed.
"I don't," Donnie said, "but my balls aren't as big as Walt's," he added laughing.
"Let's see those nuggets," Johnny said, "drop the drawers, boys."
"On the count of three," I suggested, "ONE, TWO, THREE," and the big reveal happened.
"Wow, you weren't kidding," I said staring in awe at Walter's huge hangers, "are they always that big, or are they swollen?" I laughed.
"They're full of baby makers right now," Walter laughed, "need to be drained."
"We'll probably drown," Johnny joked.
"Nah, I can swallow all of it, or take it up the ass," Donnie laughed, "unless you guys want first crack at it."
"I bet I'd leak for days..."I said, contemplating what it would feel like to have a load that big pumped up inside me. Apparently it wasn't a bad thing, because my dick was rock hard and throbbing at the thought, not to mention my butthole was clenching.
"Hold on guys," Donnie said then, "be right back."
When he returned he had two heavy quilts, and with Walter's help he spread them out in front of the couch covering the carpet and making a cozy nest for us.
"One more thing," he said rushing off again, and this time he brought towels and a bottle of lotion.
"I see you are prepared," Johnny laughed, "do you guys do this a lot?"
"Any time my folks are gone," Donnie laughed, "Hey, it beats the bed of my pickup."
"Oh my God, you've done it in the pickup?" Johnny laughed.
"Yeah, at the river. It was kind of fun actually, but my butt was frozen by the time I got through fucking," Walter laughed.
"When it gets warmer, I'd love to do that," Johnny said, "right Rob?"
"Sounds hot, we could do a dog pile."
"Anyone need another beer?" Donnie asked then.
No one did, in fact we were all a little tipsy by then, and eager for some fun. The alcohol didn't in anyway affect our sexual arousal however, as all four of us were standing proud. Walter's fat prick throbbed with each beat of his heart and seemed to be calling to me. I knew it was anything goes when we were together this way, so I wasted no time claiming the prize.
I sucked Walter into my talented mouth to start, giving him a good working over and causing him to moan loudly as Donnie looked on. But when Johnny leaned down to take his hard uncut cock into his equally talented throat, he forgot all about Walter.
We sucked them for a while, laying so close together that Johnny and I were able to reach out and touch each other on occasion as our bodies brushed together.
I wanted Walter inside me and I was careful not to push him too far and risk getting him off before I accomplished that. The only question was, how did I want it. Face to face didn't seem appropriate, since we wouldn't be kissing, and though I like doggie style, that just didn't sound right either. Then it occurred to me. It was something Johnny and I did occasionally, especially when one of us was really horny, and it seemed perfect for what I had in mind.
"Lay down flat," I commanded, and Walter eagerly obeyed. If it meant getting his rocks off, he was willing to do anything any of us asked.
I grabbed the bottle of lube and began applying a liberal amount to his cock, and then my hole as he watched me with glazed over eyes. When I straddled him and reached back to line his cock head up with my hole, he finally understood what I was doing and reached up to grab my waist and help balance me.
It took me awhile, working his fat slick cock into my well oiled hole inch by inch until at last I sat on his lap, completely impaled on his bone.
"Uhh...that feel so good," Walter moaned.
"I can feel you way up there inside me," I gasped, "let me do the work, okay. I'm gonna take it slow."
"Okay, that's good," Walter sighed.
Johnny and Donnie had stopped what they were doing to watch, and I felt their eyes upon me giving me a little rush. I loved an adoring audience and these two were eating me alive with their eyes.
I could feel Walter's cock continue to throb inside me even as I rode it, but I felt as if I was in complete control. I knew when to speed up, when to slow down, and I made this fuck last fifteen minutes. But eventually my legs began to tire and I could sense that Walter was desperate for release, and I finally gave him what he'd been craving since I mounted him.
"AHHHHH Shittttttt," Walter cried out as he began to unload inside.
Even though they say it's impossible to actually feel the cum hitting your insides, I would swear I could that day. Or perhaps it was just his cock spasming as it unloaded the biggest deposit of sperm ever to be planted in my guts.
As predicted, when the flood was over, I was leaking profusely like a drain with a bad seal, and Walter's crotch was a sticky mess by the time I pulled myself free of his still hard cock.
"Oh man, he did come a lot," Johnny laughed, "what a mess. Donnie, hand me one of those towels."
Johnny cleaned both of us up as Walter just lay there like a beached whale. I know it took a lot out of me, but I could only imagine what it must've been like for him to unload like that. His eyes were still glazed over and his heart was still beating a mile a minute.
"Wow, that was...rad," Walter gasped.
"I'm glad he got that mess, and not me," Donnie laughed, "Walter, you need to get off more often and not hold it in."
"It feels better when I wait," Walter reasoned, "sides, you ain't never complained before."
"I know, but it ain't good for a body to hold that stuff in."
We all laughed, "Well, I guess me and Johnny are safe, cause we get rid of it every day, sometimes more than once."
"I used to jack off so much my dick was sore," Donnie laughed, "that is when I wasn't doin' stuff with you guys."
"We did it a lot back then, didn't we?" I said smiling, "we were some horny little fuckers."
"Still are," Johnny said, "and some of us still need to lose a load."
"Sloppy seconds, anyone?" I said wiggling my ass.
"Donnie, be my guest," Johnny said.
"If you're sure," Donnie said excitedly, "but not like that, bend over the couch..."
While Donnie pegged me, Johnny was busy messing with Donnie's cute butt, finally lubing up a finger and poking his hole while he fucked me.
"Can I try something?" Johnny said, "can I try to fuck you while you fuck Robert?"
"Yeah, go ahead, if we can get it goin' just right we might both come at the same time."
This wasn't the first time I'd seen this done, and I'd even done it myself, but I knew it took some work to make it happen. Johnny was a bit of an expert in such things however, and he soon had things running smoothly.
On each forward stroke he'd push Donnie into me, then pull Donnie back a little as he pulled out. In effect, Donnie was doing very little work and Johnny was the driving force behind the whole thing. I wished I could of watched it as Walter did, for it must've been a thing of beauty as the three of us mated this way.
As perfect as it would have been for both of them to come at once, Donnie actually let loose first, but when he did his butthole clenched and that sent Johnny over the edge too. I could tell when each of them came, and not just from their cries of ecstasy. I could feel the movement of their bodies, and it telegraphed their emotions to me. In fact, I felt their emotions so vividly, that I came myself without ever touching my own prick.
Piled down in the floor, we lay there like four panting dogs, recovering from our exertion, but by no means finished for the night. When we'd recovered some we cleaned up, peed, and sat around talking. We finally had that last beer and ate some cookies, and by then we were ready to go again.
This round we were more reserved and paired up with our usual partner. We were content to satisfy each other by hand or mouth, though I felt a little deprived, having been the only one who didn't get to fuck. However, one of Johnny's blowjobs was more than enough to soothe any misgivings I had about not getting some ass.
Donnie and Walter slept in his folks room that night, and Johnny and I took Donnie's bed, though all we did was sleep. We were too tired to do much more than cuddle and kiss before we drifted off to sleep, and there was no time the next morning to do anything.
Sunday was our last day in town, and we needed to get a move on. We woke early, showered and got dressed, and Walter and Donnie were up by then. They offered us breakfast, but I knew mom was expecting us and I told them we had to go.
We hugged at the door and promised to get together again next time we came to town, but it would be Christmas before we made good on our promise.
It had been a great night, and not just because of the sex. We'd reconnected with our old friends and had some good old fashioned fun. The memories it stirred up were bitter sweet, but we had our whole lives ahead of us, and we knew we couldn't dwell in the past. There was still a lot of fun to be had, places to see, and a whole lot of living to do.
End Chapter 4
Next chapter: Back to the books.
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5-02-2021
Happy Birthday to Michael's brother Jordan, the big 20 on May 2.
Kewl Dad
College life begins for the boys and they are learning as much about life as they are from their text books and lectures.
**A special thanks to my buddy Michael in NY for his much appreciated help with editing, story ideas, and illustrations.
I have updated my story list if you see any missing please let me know.
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