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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Danny And The Swim Team
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Date: Wed, 26 May 2004 23:10:01 -0400
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New Boy At School

   I first met Danny when he transferred to my high school mid-way
through the fall semester.  Even then I might not have gotten to know
him if he hadn't ended up in the same section of Chemistry that I was
taking. By the luck of the draw, I was the only one in my section
without a partner so the teacher automatically assigned Danny as my
lab partner.

   You know how you do the "getting to know you thing" when someone
is introduced to you.  Like, you ask them where they're from, and
what school they went to, and whether they have a girlfriend -- those
sorts of things.  Danny was pretty hard to get to know, though. 
About all I could get out of him initially was that he was from the
Midwest, and his parents had recently died (he didn't tell me how),
and that he had come to live in the city with his uncle -- guess the
only option he had was to turn the uncle down, become a ward of the
state, and get placed in a foster home. I could tell that he wasn't
too happy about coming to live in New York City -- must have been a
real change from wherever it was that he had used to live.

   As time went on, I did get to know a little more about him. 
Seems his uncle is a big shot with some accounting firm and spends,
like, all but a couple of days a month traveling out of the country. 
And even when he's in town he puts in all kinds of hours at the
office.  So for all intents and purposes, Danny is pretty much on his
own.  Guess there's a housekeeper that comes in every day to keep the
apartment cleaned and fix his meals for him.

   Also found out that Danny was on the swim team in his high school
and since I' m on the team at St.  Patrick's, I invited him to come
along with me to a couple of the practices.  Pretty soon he had
joined the team.  I'm not sure that it was something that he really
wanted to do -- just gave him a chance to do something other than
hand around an empty apartment in the evening.

   Actually, as I found out, "apartment" wasn't really good
description.  After one of the meets he asked me if I'd like to come
back to his place and share a pizza.  Free pizza is always good by me
so I agreed.  I was a little surprised when we ended up at one of the
bigger and fancier condos in town, even more surprised when the
doorman addressed him as: "Master Danny. " The icing on the cake was
when we got off the elevator and I found that his uncle had a huge
top floor penthouse.  Like, 4 or 5 bedrooms, an exercise room, a huge
kitchen, an office, a library --and the best part -- a private
outdoor pool.  Not a pool like a hot tub, but a real lap pool.  Guess
being an accountant isn't such a bad job after all.

   And way up high -- it was like we were looking down on all the
other buildings -- like we were on the top of the world.  Danny even
pointed out a telescope by the pool and told me that some babe in a
building several stories shorter than his liked to sunbathe in the
nude.  I told him that if he'd invite me over for that, that I'd even
spring for the pizza. Anyway, by that time it was getting pretty dark
and I had to lead for home before my parents started raising holy
hell.  As I was riding the subway I was thinking that I never would
have guessed that Danny lived in that kind of place.

   We're both juniors and that's a pretty busy year in high school --
the classes are pretty hard and there's pressure to keep your GPA up
so that you'll have a better choice of colleges.  Danny and I were
friends but not what you'd call really close.  Because he was alone
at Thanksgiving and Christmas, I invited him over to my (much
smaller) apartment and my parents liked him.  But mostly we were just
casual friends and members of the swim team.

   Bad Day In January

   Before I tell you what happened to Danny in January, I gotta tell
you a little about the swim team.  St.  Patrick's isn't the best in
the city -- or the worst, but all the guys on the team had fun.  The
captain -(TM)s a kid named "Jeb" and he and some of the other guys
really take it seriously.  Like they work out every day in addition
to the practices, and they shave all the hair off their bodies to
reduce drag from the water. Danny and I aren't into that kind of
thing -- both wear our hair not quite shoulder length, and naturally
curly -- just naturally styled if "styled" is even the word for it.

   In a way it's kinda funny because Jeb really isn't that well
developed where it counts -- if you get what I mean.  Danny's
probably about 5" or so (although I never got down on my knees in the
showers and measured him).  I'm a good 6" (and I did measure that). 
When the guys get their Speedos on for a meet, you can see that Jeb's
"package" is a little smaller than everyone else's.

   Oh, I forgot to mention that the school colors are orange on
light blue. So the swim team has caps that are blue with orange
stripes -- but the guys who shave themselves don't bother to wear
them.  And our Speedos are blue with "St. Pats" on the back.  We were
kidding that it would be better advertising if it said "St. Pats" on
the front -- right over our cocks -- but the coaches aren't that dumb.

   Anyway, after one meet in mid-January, Jeb was in a really rotten
mood. Our times had been really bad and he was taking it personally --
well, he should have -- his times were among the worst in the group. 
So when we got back in the locker room he was really pissy and
looking for someone to pick on.  As the new guy on the team, Danny
usually took the heat.  That day there weren't any other coaches in
the locker room.  There's a school rule that we're always supposed to
be supervised but that day the JV squad was in a really tight heat
and all the coaches were up at the pool watching them.

   So Jeb starts ragging on Danny about how he had let the team
down, and calling him a "pussy" and a "fag. " Danny usually ignored
him but this day he turned his back on Jeb, dropped his Speedos and
said: "Kiss my ass you fat queer. " Jeb lost it.  He came charging at
Danny and slammed him to the floor.  He yelled at three of his
friends to come over and help him "...show this fag a lesson. " The
three guys held Danny to the floor while Jeb dropped his Speedos and
pissed on Danny.  Then he had his friends hold Danny up while Jeb
stuck his cock in Danny's face and told him to: "Suck on this, you
gayboy. " The rest of us were like, what the shit's going on?  We had
seen a lot of kidding around before but this went way too far.  The
locker room cleared out really fast, leaving Danny there alone.

   I grabbed one of the coaches and got him back in the locker room
where we found Danny, sitting on the floor in a pool of urine,
crying.  We got him cleaned up and the coach gave him a ride back to
his uncle's apartment (penthouse?).  I was like -- --.  well, I was
pretty shook up.  I just went home, ignored my parents, and went to
bed.

   Home Schooled

   For a couple of days the school tried to ignore what had
happened. Their attitude was like "Well, kids just horse around. "
I've got to admit that Danny's uncle, while he's not in town very
much, can sure get results when he wants to.  He had a high-priced
law firm file lawsuits against the school, the School Board, and the
coaches who were supposed to be monitoring the locker room.  He went
to the police and filed complaints against Jeb and his friends.  The
upshot was that Jeb was convicted of felony assault and expelled from
school.  His three friends were given probation and transferred to an
"alternative" school.

   Danny?  Well it was like I felt really bad for him but I didn't
know what to say so I left him alone.  It's not like I really had a
lot of chances to talk to him because his uncle was so pissed at the
school system that he pulled him out of school and told them that
Danny would be safer being home schooled.  He hired a couple of high-
priced tutors to come up to the apartment (penthouse?) and work with
Danny a couple of times a week.

   What got me to seeing Danny again was the school.  It turns out
that even though he's home schooled, he still needs to get paperwork
from the school every couple of days and to turn in tests and reports
so that they can monitor his progress.  I guess that because I was
his lab partner and one of his closest friends at school that I'd be
the logical person to serve as a "courier. " When they asked me I
wasn't sure how it would work out but I agreed to try.  The first
time I took a package of papers and book up to his apartment I was
pretty nervous.  I think Danny was too.  When he opened the door he
kind of just looked at the floor and we didn't say anything for a
minute or so.  Finally I said something cool like: "Hey asshole,
here's your school stuff. " He smiled and punched me on the arm and
after that things were OK.

   Danny was never what I'd call really outgoing, but after what
happened at school he seemed even more shy and withdrawn.  Like when
I visit him it's pretty much like nothing had happened.  But when I
suggest that we might want to take in a Yankees game or a movie he
always turns the offer down.  I've got to admit that the penthouse
doesn -(TM)t lack for things to do.  One time in February I was
dropping off some paperwork and the weather was really bad -- like
maybe a blizzard?  And on the roof of the condo it was worse -- you
could even feel the building moving just a little with the wind.  As
I was getting ready to leave, Danny says: "Steve, how about a swim. "
I was like: "Aw come on, you'll freeze your ass off. " But he said:
"Trust me, you'll like it, come on! " Then he stripped right there
and walked naked out the door onto the rooftop patio.  This was
beginning to seem a little weird but I figured what the hell, I'd
follow along -- for awhile anyway -- so I stripped and followed him. 
Going out into the storm was like getting hit by a train. I could
hardly move against the wind, the patio had about 6" of snow on it,
and my balls shriveled up somewhere behind my stomach.  But I made it
to the pool and lowered myself into it, bracing for the freezing
water.  It was warm -- almost hot -- heated in the middle of winter! 
So we hung out in the pool for about an hour while the storm roared
around us --just talking, and horsing around.  Later as I was getting
ready to leave, Danny said: "That was great, Steve.  Don't be such a
stranger. " "Yeah, sure. " I replied.

   Changes Begin

   I kind of lost track of Danny over the summer.  There was no
school work to take to him on a regular basis.  My parents always
took us on a couple of week's vacation.  And I really wanted to take
advantage of outside stuff in the warm weather.  So I kind of lost
track of Danny for a couple of months.  Well, not completely -- we'd
IM each other but I never made it up to his uncle's condo.

   Come mid-September the school asked me to resume the courier bit
and I agreed.  A week or so later I had to drop off the first
envelope with Danny and when he met me at the door something seemed a
little different.  The weather was pretty warm that day and he was
barefoot, wearing a pair of ragged cutoffs and a baggy old T-shirt. 
It looked as though he hadn't gotten his hair cut as the curls were
now brushing against his shoulders. There was something else about
him -- I couldn't really put my finger on it, but he seemed a little -
- well, softer.  He was never really muscular or anything like that
but the swimming had kept him pretty trim. Now he just looked like he
hadn't been exercising as much and might be getting a little out of
shape.  After he opened the door and saw me, he stepped forward,
threw his arms about me, buried his face in my shoulder, and said:
"Steve, boy have I missed you. " Well I've never really been into
hugging other guys so I just said: "Me too", gave him a quick
squeeze, took his arms and gently removed them from my waist, and
said: "Come on, let's go over this paperwork.  I've gotta get back to
my apartment right away. " He got a funny look on his face for a
moment but then smiled and we went into the apartment, went over the
schoolwork, and I made my exit.

   So for the rest of the fall, things seemed pretty back to normal.
Or almost normal, anyway.  Danny seemed more lonesome or something
like that. Whenever I visited him he'd get this big smile on his
face.  And when we were going over the schoolwork he'd sit right next
to me.  Or if I was sitting at a table working out the solution to a
math problem for him he'd stand behind me and lean over me and put
his arm on my shoulder. It made me a little nervous at first but
after awhile I got used to it. Eventually it even got to feel kind of
nice -- knowing that another person liked me and needed to be close
to me.  When was at Danny's I noticed a faint aroma, like he had been
using a scented shampoo, or a body wash --strawberry, I thought.  It
got so that I was at his place about every other day and my visits
gradually became longer and longer.  After the schoolwork was done,
we'd play video games, or watch a movie, or just hang out. I even
started dropping by occasionally even when I didn't have paperwork
for him.

   Come the end of the year, I noticed a difference in Danny.  It
was like he was more withdrawn and a little nervous -- like something
was bothering him.  After putting up with this for a couple of weeks,
I asked him what was going on, like had I done something to piss him
off?  He was silent for a couple of minutes and then he said: "I'm
not sure.  But I've been feeling kind of funny lately.  And I don't
know what's going on. " "Funny, like sick" I asked him.  "No.  Funny,
like different" he replied.  So we sat there for a couple more
minutes in silence and I finally said: "Well, if it's nothing I can
help you with, I better be going. " Danny looked at me and then he
pulled off the baggy sweatshirt that he had been wearing.  "See. " He
said.  I looked at him and I couldn't figure out what he was talking
about.  Then I looked again and it seemed as though his pecs were a
little bigger, like he had been working out.  "So what's the big
deal? " I said.  "You've been lifting weights or something and gained
a little more muscle mass? " He didn't say anything but stepped
forward, took my right hand and placed it on his left breast.  I was
surprised by how soft and warm it felt -- not like muscle at all. 
"Eating too much fat food? " I asked him, " You better watch your
diet. " "Yeah, that's probably it he said. -� put his sweatshirt back
on, and we hit the video games for an hour or so. After that he
seemed better, like whatever it was that was bothering him was OK now.

   And Continue

   Things seemed pretty normal for about a month and then Danny
started acting kind of distracted again.  After a week or so if this
I asked him what his problem was this time.  He said: "You're gonna
find out sooner or later. ", and pulled off his shirt.  I think my
jaw must have dropped as I stared at his chest.  Danny's pecs had
continued to enlarge and now looked like two small breasts.  " So,
you couldn't keep away from the fattening stuff? " I stammered. 
"No", he said, "That's not it at all -- they just keep growing
larger. " "Like, have you been to the doctor? " I asked him.  "You
kidding?  You think I'm going to walk into some doctor's office and
ask him about these things?  I've just been hoping that they'll go
away. " "Maybe they will. " I said, "Put your shirt back on. " We
were both pretty embarrassed at that point, not really knowing what
to say, so I excused myself by saying that I had a lot of homework to
catch up on and left. That night I had a dream that Danny had breasts
and that I was playing with them.  When I woke up the sheets were
soaked with cum.

   The next couple of days were kind of difficult for us.  Whenever
I was at Danny's I kept trying not to stare at the baggy sweatshirts
he wore, but I kept wondering what was going on under them.  Danny,
in turn, was acting like nothing had ever happened and that we were
just two buds hanging out together.  Finally on Saturday, he turned
to me and said: "What the fuck, let's go for a swim. " He quickly
stripped and headed for the pool.  I wasn't sure what was happening
but followed him.  Once in the pool, he turned to me and said: "See,
not getting any smaller. " He was right in that.  Now I've always
considered myself kind of a connoisseur of tits -- but on girls, not
guys.  But I had to admit that although they weren't that big, maybe
like an A-cup, that Danny had a nice pair on him.  They were a light
pink in color with the nipples a slightly darker shade.  They stuck
out maybe an inch or so from his chest and didn't sag a bit.  If
they'd been on a girl I would have thought they were "perky. " Danny
saw me staring at them and misread my thoughts.  He turned away from
me and said: "I was afraid that you'd think that they were gross and
that I'm some kind of freak. It's OK.  You can leave now.  I'll be
OK. " His voice was shaking as if he were crying.  I moved up behind
him and put my arms around him, cupping his breasts with my hands. 
"No," I said, "I think they're the most beautiful things that I've
ever seen.  And ... " and here my voice started shaking,"...  and I
think you're the greatest person in the world, and I want you to be
my friend forever, whatever happens. " Danny turned to face me and we
embraced, both with huge erections.

   After we got past that awkward stage, Danny and I were more open
about the change that had taken place in his body.  No more big
floppy sweatshirts.  He started wearing his usual T-shirts and his
breasts were noticeable through the fabric.  Well, more than
noticeable -- over the next several weeks they seemed to swell larger
and larger.  By the end of the month I'd guess that they were
probably now a B-cup.  Schoolwork went on as usual but often when we
were sitting on the couch watching TV, I -(TM)d gently slip my hand
up under his shirt and gently fondle one of his breasts.  The first
couple of times I did this I could feel his body stiffen but then he
relaxed and began to enjoy it.  As I gently rubbed his nipples he'd
snuggle up to me and rub my crotch.

   "I know that you're enjoying this", I said to him once, "But
don't you think that you should see a doctor or something?  Like what
are you going to do if they keep getting bigger? " "Well," he
replied, -� So what if I go to the doc and he wants to put me on
drugs or something, or wants to do something even worse?  I mean,
they way things are right now they're not bothering me.  And I can
sure tell that they're not bothering you at all. " I blushed at that
comment.  He continued: "And my uncle is never around, the
housekeeper is half blind, and my tutor --well that guy is so far
over the hill that I think he has trouble telling me from an armchair
at times.  So if you and I are happy, why worry? " I guess I couldn't
disagree with that.

   Time sort of just drifted by after that.  I was spending more
time with Danny -- and really missing him on those days when I
couldn't make it up to his place after school.  I know that he missed
me a lot too for whenever he greeted me at the door there was always
a lot of hugging and kissing to kick off our meeting.  As we took
pleasure in the feel of each others bodies, lying snuggled together,
rubbing and fondling occupied more of our time together.  Pretty soon
it was May and time to graduate from high school.  I got my high
school diploma and Danny got his GED -- he picked that because he
could complete the paperwork without leaving the penthouse. 
Immediately after graduation, as soon as I could break away from my
parents, I rushed up to the penthouse to see Danny.  He didn't greet
me at the door this time, but there was a note on it: "Door's
unlocked.  Come on in, Steve. " I entered and heard him call to me
from the living room: "Steve, I've got a surprise for you. " Entering
the room I saw him standing there with his back to me.  It looked
like he was wearing some tight shorts and a small, tight T-shirt.  As
I approached he turned around and I saw that the T-shirt was torn
from the top nearly to the bottom.  His now nearly C-cup breasts
swelled from the shirt.  "Do you like my graduation clothes? " he
asked.  We embraced and I could feel him working to remove my pants. 
I helped him and then removed his.  As we stood naked, embracing, he
stuck his left leg between mine and began rubbing it up and down
against my crotch.  That was all it took and we were soon madly
rubbing out bodies against each other.  I don't know who came first
but shortly our chests were dripping with hot cum.  Danny told me to
wait as he had another surprise for me as he went into the kitchen.
He shortly returned and I could see that he had smeared Crisco or
Vaseline over his upper body.  He lay down on the floor on his back
and whispered: "Now I want you to fuck my tits. " Jesus, I needed no
encouragement.  I knelt over him and he pushed his breasts together
to enfold my cock.  As I thrust back and forth he arched his hips and
groaned with the pleasure of feeling my dick rubbing against his
knockers.  I came again and even though the amount was smaller this
time, splattered more cum over his breasts.  I knelt and licked them
clean as Danny groaned and rubbed my cock.  What a great way to
celebrate graduation!

   Summer Fun

   We spent most of that summer hanging out by the pool at Danny's
penthouse.  Because of his appearance, Danny really did not want to
leave the building any more.  By "appearance" I mean that if you came
up to him from the back, he'd look like a boy in his late teens. 
Well, his curly hair now hung several inches below his shoulders but
that's not that unusual.  And his build was that of the usual male -
wide shoulders and narrow waist -- that hadn't changed.  But from the
front your eyes are immediately drawn to these two huge breasts.  I'm
not sure what their "official" size was, like a D-cup, or a DD-cup or
whatever -- but they now hung down a good 6" or so and were very
full.  Danny knew how much I admired them so he usually didn't wear
any shirt.  Or sometimes, he'd wear a shirt that was really tight and
with the top several buttons undone so that his cleavage would mound
up out of the opening.  He had one T-shirt that I liked where he had
cut the bottom off of it so that you could just see the bottom inch
or so of his breasts as they sagged beneath it.  One of his "tricks"
was to come up behind me, lean over and drape his breasts on either
side of my neck.  So you can tell that we were both really enjoying
the situation.

   In the pool, it was really funny because his boobs didn't hang
down but floated up to the surface.  So Danny would be standing chest
deep in the water and his "cannons" would be floating in front of
him, sticking out a good 6" or 7" from his chest.  One day I was
relaxing on a lounge by the side of the pool and he swam up to the
edge and placed his two huge tits right on the edge of the pool.  "Hi
Steve.  Feel like a mid-afternoon snack? " he said.  I laughed so
hard I nearly peed in my Speedo.  We both worked up a pretty good tan
by the end of the summer.  Of course, one of the best things about
that was "helping" each other with the suntan lotion.  Generally I'd
go first and spend a lot of time making sure that every inch of
Danny's body was well-covered -- with real emphasis on his breasts. 
Then he'd return the favor.  One day, it must have been mid-July; he
got down as far as my Speedos, got two large handfuls of suntan
lotion, slipped his hands into my Speedos and began massaging my cock
and balls with the lotion.  Well, that had the expected effect right
away and he slipped off my Speedos, allowing my dick its freedom.  He
then laid down next to me on the lounge; we snuggled out slippery and
sweaty bodies up to each other and jerked each other off.

   The best part came several weeks later.  Danny and I had just
been shooting the breeze, remembering how we had met each other, and
the subject turned to the attack on him in the locker room.  He
confided in me that he still had dreams about that episode.  But he
also said that in some of the dreams he'd take Jeb's penis in his
mouth and suck on it.  "So, what's the point of that? " I asked him. 
"Well", he said, "I kinda wondered what it would be like to really do
it instead of just dreaming about it.  Could we try sometime? " Well,
Danny had a pretty good cock on him, even though it wasn't as big as
mine, but the thought of going down on him didn't really do much for
me.  But on the other hand, if he wanted to -- -- --.  I didn't say
anything but just leaned back in my chair, unzipped my fly, and gave
my member its freedom. All 6" of it arose into the air with Danny's
eyes eagerly following it.  He moved over, knelt by my side, bent
down and gingerly kissed its tip. Seeing that nothing horrible had
happened, he took the tip in his mouth and I could feel his tongue
moving over it.  By this time I was beginning to breathe pretty fast
and Danny was getting excited too as he took more and more of my cock
in his mouth, licking and sucking on it.  I could only take so much
of this and came in his mouth.  I think it surprised him at first as
he gagged a little but he swallowed my cum and then smiled up at me. 
"Do I earn my merit badge for that? " he asked, wiping my cum off his
lips.  I just smiled.  After that I wouldn't say that Danny was
insatiable, but he sure wanted to go down on me at every chance.  His
desire to suck me off exceeded my ability to recharge my balls but
that didn't bother Danny -- he was just so turned on by having his
face in my crotch and my cock in his mouth.

   Toward the end of summer we had a minor problem.  Danny's hooters
were so large now that they hung down nearly to his waist.  I swear
that they looked like small watermelons.  As he walked they swung
back and forth -- in fact, I noticed that because of their weight,
Danny now had to arch his back backward a little to help balance
himself.  One time he got up from the table and as his breasts swung
forward, the shift in weight caused him to stumble and he had to grab
a chair to steady himself.  "Guess I gotta be a little more careful
about sudden moves. " he muttered under his breath.  When he would
lie on his back on a float in the pool, soaking up the sun, his
mammoth jugs would sag into the water on either side, like huge sacks
of flesh -- well, that's what they were by now.  Anyway, one day he
said to me: "Steve, I think I gotta problem. " Ever helpful I
responded: "What. " "Well" he said, "It's getting kinda awkward to
walk around with these hooters swinging in front of me.  Plus,
they're getting so heavy that I think I'm getting stretch marks, or
something, at the top. " I moved over to him and looked and sure
enough there were these faint vertical marks in the skin at the top
of his breasts.

   We figured that the solution was probably to get some kind of
support for them.  We tried just taking a shirt and tying a knot at
the bottom to sort of form a sack that would support his breasts. 
But that was a problem because by the time we found a shirt large
enough to form a sack huge enough to contain his tits, the sleeves
were like down to his knees -- plus the knot kept coming untied.  We
ended up by doing some searching on the Internet and found a place
that sold something like a sports bra for "full figured" women.  This
whole process was pretty funny.  I've heard that girls have a hard
time getting the right bra size -- even when they can try them on. 
And here were two guys trying to do it long distance! Anyway, we
finally found one that would fit Danny's size, about 48" now, and
ordered a couple.  The funny thing was that they fit surprisingly
well.  Not that they really hid anything as all that extra flesh was
now pushing out in front of his chest, instead of sagging down around
his waist. And they really just supported his tits instead of
completely enclosing them so Danny now displayed a massive amount of
cleavage.  It was kind of funny watching him eat as he had to sit
back a little from the table so his tits wouldn't rest in his food,
and he had to reach around them with his arms to get to the food. 
Every so often he would drop some food and it would disappear into
his massive cleavage.  Of course, I and my eager mouth were always
there to help him with his "problem. " I think he got to
"accidentally" spilling a lot of food on himself --especially sweet
sticky sauces that required a lot of licking to clean off.

   And Off To College

   We had to make some decisions later that summer.  I ended up
settling for one of my lesser choices in college because it allowed
freshmen to live off campus.  So Danny and I moved out of the city
and into an off-campus apartment.  We found one that had lots of room
and a nice patio with complete privacy.  It wasn' t nearly as
spacious as the penthouse but we figured that it was only for a
couple of years.  Plus we took every possible chance to get back to
the city and the luxury of his penthouse.

   The only thing that makes me a little nervous, is that when I was
shaving the other morning, something felt a little "different" and as
I looked down at my chest, it looked like my pecs were slightly
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