Desert Heat

Published on Nov 11, 2022

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Desert Heat Chapter 6

Author's Note

Introduction

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This story is radically different from what I usually write. There are no magic or supernatural elements, and there are no Dominant/Submissive relationships. This is a story about an older man (Fernando) and a younger man (Matty) who fall in love. Both are adults. It's also a story about Matty's cousin Jimmy who is being abused without his knowledge by a close friend, and a story about Fernando's son Johnny and his lover Alex Xiao, a basketball player and engineering student.

The story starts slow but will build up to more detailed sexual situations soon.

I plan 1-2 chapters every month.

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Author's Notes

·        Incorrect Name. Fernando Castillo was accidentally misnamed Fernando Chavez in chapter one. Castillo is correct. I hope there's no confusion. One of the Castillo's sons would have had the same name as a real-world cousin of mine if his last name were Chavez. The character in this story is not based on my cousin.

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·        This type of story is new to me. I welcome your feedback, but this story is a new LBGTQ genre for me so please be gentle.

My Stories

·        College Magic (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Jack and the Giant (sf/fantasy)

·        Sacred Submissives (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Bellus Cinaedus (authoritarian and historical)

·        Guardian Angel (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Nivean and the Dvergar (authoritarian)

·        Small Town Slave Boys (authoritarian)

·        Desert Heat (beginnings)

·        Eros in Arcadia (Sf/fantasy)

·        Constituent Services (Encounters)

Desert Heat Chapter 6 (Lightning Strikes from a Clear Sky)

Matty

Fernando always left for work before I got up to get ready for school. Today was no exception. It was the Monday before the last weekend in October, and Halloween would be in one week. I had no idea what I was going to do that night, or if I would even get a chance to do anything. I doubted Fernando would want to do anything Halloween related. He'd probably think I was childish if I asked him about it. Maybe he would take me out to dinner or something if he thought we were too old to celebrate.

Before leaving the apartment to go to school, I looked out the window hoping that Josh wasn't around. I didn't see him, so I got on my bike and rode as fast as I could until I got onto the street. Josh was making me so fearful and paranoid that I was jumping at shadows. I wanted to ask Fernando to beat him up, but I was afraid that he'd get in trouble with his fellow officers for beating up a civilian for no reason.

I rode to campus as fast as possible since I was running late. I'd made up my lost time, but it was all for naught. I spotted Josh loitering outside the building where my first class was held. And he saw me too. Instead of stopping I rode by as fast as I could. I went up the street to the next intersection and turned so I could ride around to the north side of the building, but in case he was expecting that, I drove two streets north and then headed a block east of where I needed to be before turning south again. It took me about fifteen minutes extra time to get back to a bike rack that was thankfully Josh-free.

I was only five minutes late to class, but the professor gave me a sour look when I entered the room. It was one of those big lecture classes, so he didn't get a good look at my face, but he'd still know it was me if he checked the computer records. He was one of the professors who used an app that we had to sign into so we could answer questions. I sighed and signed in. The TAs kept track of how many questions we answered and compiled a grade from that, so I couldn't go incognito today.

By time class was over, I'd managed to put Josh out of my head. Usually, I sat up front so I could see more easily, but today I had to sit in the back since I'd come in late. That probably explained why I hadn't noticed the handsome Latino guy who was sitting in the back row before. He couldn't sit any closer because he had a guitar case leaning against the wall next to him.

He got up before I did. He looked familiar, even though I was sure I'd never met him. It wasn't until I was down the stairs and almost out the door that I realized that it was Fernando's son Johnny. Carlos had shown me a couple of pictures of him. Apparently he and I did share a class, our history class.

I walked out of the building carefully. Josh was standing near my bicycle, so I turned and ran back into the building, my heart racing. Either he didn't have a class this early or he'd skipped it so he could wait for me. Either way he was lurking out there, waiting to get ahold of me. I hoped he hadn't seen me.

I walked through the building to the far side and used the west exit. I'd have to leave my bike and come back for it later. I wished Jimmy had never shared my schedule with him. I suspected he'd be lurking outside all my classes, but he couldn't do anything to me if I stayed around other people, could he?

My heart had calmed down by the time I reached the end of the street. I liked to save money so I usually didn't hang out anywhere except the student union when I was at school, but today I wanted to go someplace Josh wouldn't find me. There was a Starbucks just a little way off campus. If I ordered a black coffee, I could get refills for free until I left. I had almost two hours until my next class, so I could get some work done sitting in the dining room.

It felt like cheating because I only ordered a small coffee with cream and then refilled it several times for free. Whenever I pulled this trick, I could skip breakfast or lunch because I liked a lot of cream in my coffee. I blushed when I thought about how my coffee was almost the same color as Fernando's skin, maybe more like Johnny's in that picture Carlos had shown me where he was getting out of the pool. I shook my head to get the thought of my boyfriend's son out, then I refilled my coffee again and headed back to campus.

It was true that Johnny was one of the best-looking guys I'd ever seen. I felt like a traitor for thinking that he was handsomer than his father. And he'd been wearing a speedo in one of the pictures I'd seen, so I knew what his body looked like. But I didn't really have to be guilty. As good looking as he was, it was his father I was attracted to. Johnny was too young for me.

As soon as my foot crossed the border onto campus, I felt a shiver of fear. I knew that Josh could be waiting for me behind any tree or around any corner. I decided to walk in the middle of the road. Only service vehicles usually drove on it, so I just had to avoid the cyclists.

My next class was linear algebra. It was my favorite because I'd always been good at math. I found it challenging, but not overly difficult to grasp. It was my safe space, and I knew I could relax there. Or at least I could before today. When I got out of class, I saw Josh waiting for me for in the lobby. I took off toward a side door and got out of the building as fast as I could.

Josh was stronger than me, but I was faster than him. I'd honed my running skills over the years by avoiding bullies. Running away from Josh was no more difficult than running away from the guys who'd bullied me in high school. None of my classes were back-to-back, so I had another hour before freshman composition.

I let my guard down once I got near the Psychology building. For some reason, my writing class was held there in one of the basement rooms. I still had thirty minutes to kill so I decided to sit on one of the benches around the trees in the court outside the main entrance. I'd only been there for a few minutes when suddenly Josh was sitting next to me, his hand gripping my knee painfully.

"Let go of me," I whined.

I wished that I sounded more assertive and less whiny, but I couldn't help it. I was never going to be a tough macho guy. I was a short, skinny twink and nothing was going to change that. It was genetic. My dad had been short and thin like me. He and my mom had been the same height. I'd heard her tell me the story enough times about how she'd gotten married in flats instead of heels so she wouldn't be taller than him.

"I just want to talk, Matty," he said. "You've been avoiding me like I was going to hurt you, but I told you that I was going to treat you gently. You're not like my other boys. I just want to keep you and love you. And once I've been inside you, you'll be begging me for more."

I gritted my teeth and tried to pull his hand off my knee, but he was too strong. The harder I pulled the harder his fingers dug into knee.

"Please let me go," I begged. "I don't want you inside me! I don't even want you near me! You're disgusting!"

Then Josh pulled back his hand and slapped me. He hit me so hard that my vision turned red and my ears started ringing.

"Don't fight me, Matty," he snarled. "You can't win. I am going to have you, so you may as well put any thoughts of resistance out of your mind."

He leaned in and kissed me. I tried to pull away, but he had me cornered. I didn't enjoy it. I could taste his breath. And his lips were crushing mine. I twisted in his arms and fell off the bench, but he pulled me to my feet and said, "I know that creepy old man has been inside you, Matty, but I'll show you. You don't need an old man like him. You need someone closer to your own age."

He pulled me close so he could kiss me again. I tried to pull away, but he had both hands on me and he was too strong for me to fight. I went limp in his arms and became about 120 pounds of dead weight. I slid toward the ground. Even Josh wasn't strong enough to hold on to me. To anyone who hadn't seen him slap me, it may have looked like we'd been kissing aggressively, but I hoped that everyone would now be able to see that I wasn't willing.

"Stop this, Matty," he said. "Stop it right now."

"You stop it, asshole!" a voice said.

"Yeah, chill the fuck out, butch," said another voice with a stereotypically gay accent.

I looked up and saw Fernando's son Johnny and a very dark-skinned guy a little shorter than him with thick kinky hair and full lips. The unknown man was dressed in very light blue jeans that were tight enough that his bulge was obvious. He wore an even tighter pink shirt with a vee neck and sleeves that only came halfway down his shoulders. He was the one with the gay sounding voice.

Josh stood up and looked at the two newcomers. He and Johnny were the same height, but Josh was thick and muscular while Johnny was thinner. It wasn't that Johnny wasn't fit, but Josh just had more muscle to work with. The dark-skinned guy was shorter than either of them, but still taller than me.

I wasn't sure how well either Johnny or the new guy could fight, but I knew that Josh had been a wrestler back in high school. He bragged about it a lot. Still Josh didn't seem to like the odds. He let go of me and I dropped the rest of the way to the ground.

"I'll see you around, Matty," he said with a smirk.

Josh walked past Johnny and his friend, shoving his way between them. Johnny just shook his head and then held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. His friend used his hand to brush the dust off my clothes.

"I'm Johnny Castillo," Johnny said.

"I know," I said with a blush. "You're Fernando's son. Your brother showed me your picture."

He laughed and replied, "Carlos sent me your picture, too. So, you're the little gay boy who had my papa wrapped around his finger."

"No," I said. "I think I'm wrapped around his. He's ... amazing!"

"Ooh! It's not your daddy's finger he's wrapped around, Johnny. This little twink has a bad case of papi fever," the other guy said with a laugh. Then he held out his hand and said, "Name's Neto Marquez, and I take it your name is Matty, sweet thing."

I nodded and said, "I'm pleased to meet you, Johnny, Neto."

I looked at Johnny and added, "We were in class together this morning, but I didn't realize it was you until it was too late for me to say something."

"Hear that, Johnny. This sweet little thing didn't have a chance to walk up and introduce himself as your father's lover," Neto said. "That wouldn't have been awkward for either of you, I'm sure."

Johnny shook his head and said, "Shut up, Neto. You're not helping."

Then he looked at me and said, "Okay. Tell me what's up with that guy."

He pulled me down to sit next to him on the bench. Neto took the other side so that I was sandwiched in between them. Neto put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me. He looked over at Johnny.

"I'm not poaching your papa's extremely young boytoy, Johnny," he said. "I'm just making sure he's alright. After that frightful incident, he needs a little coddling."

The thing was that Neto was right. It felt good to let myself snuggle into his chest. He was much firmer and muscular than I'd expected, but his touch didn't feel sexual, just comforting, maybe brotherly, like one gay brother to another.

There was no doubt that Neto was gay. With the way he dressed and the way he talked; it was like he was trying his best to be a stereotype.

"Josh is a friend of my cousin Jimmy, the guy I live with. Well, I kind of live with Jimmy. I've been at Fernando's house for the last few nights. I don't like him. In fact, I'm afraid of him. He touches me all the time, and he keeps saying that he's going to have sex with me no matter I think about it," I said.

I sighed and then continued, "He got into my bed with me one night, and when I objected he peed all over my underwear and then told Jimmy that I peed myself during night. The next day, all my underwear disappeared. I can't prove it, but I know that josh was the one who did it."

"What does your cousin Josh say about all that?" Johnny asked.

"He thinks that Josh is just joking around with me. He doesn't believe me when I say that Josh is trying to force me to have sex with him. If Josh ever gets me alone, I think he'd just rape me and get it over with," I said.

Johnny shook his head and asked, "Does papa know about this?"

I shook my head and said, "No. I only told him that I was uncomfortable around Josh. I was afraid he'd do something to get himself in trouble for beating up a college student."

"Good," Johnny said. "Don't tell him unless he asks you directly. Carlos tells me that papa's in love with you. He probably would do something he shouldn't if he knew. Let me and Neto take care of it. We can handle Josh."

We talked a little more. I told him about the non-sexual stuff between his dad and me. I told him about how I'd always been attracted to older guys but hadn't realized it. We also talked about our schedules. It turned out that I had both history and chemistry with Johnny. Neto had a psychology class at the same time as my composition class, in the same building. We worked out a schedule that would let one of them be with me on campus most of the time.

I would go to class today and then meet up with Neto. Then Neto would stay with me until Johnny was out of class. That schedule would work Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Tuesday and Thursday, I'd meet Johnny in chemistry class and Neto would hang out with me during the break between chemistry and my literature class. I had chemistry lab Tuesday night and Johnny had swim practice until an hour before my lab let out. It meant that I'd have one of them with me at those times. It made me feel safer to know that they were around.

Johnny

When I'd first seen Matty and that guy Josh, I assumed that they were together and that Matty must have been stringing papa along, but it didn't take long for me to see what was really happening. It was obvious that Matty was not enjoying that guy's attention. I had to do something. I would have felt compelled to get involved even if he wasn't papa's boyfriend. I hated bullies.

We made plans to keep him safer here on campus. I'd talk to my other friends about taking a turn watching him, but Neto and I could handle a lot of it. I could probably beat the crap out of Josh alone, and there was no doubt that Neto could. Everyone underestimated him because he was so flamboyant, but he was a blackbelt in taekwondo.

I was glad Matty hadn't told papa about Josh. I worried about what he would do. He could be hotheaded sometimes, never with his kids. He was always calm and authoritative with us. But he didn't like bullies. I was sure he was ready to beat the crap out Josh already. What he'd do if he found out that Josh was threatening to rape his boyfriend I didn't know.

Matty looked like an easy target. He was small and thin and didn't act like he had the confidence to stand up to Josh. I wondered if Alex could get some of his teammates to help keep an eye on the boy. I'd ask my own teammates too. Maybe they could help when neither Neto nor I could be with him, at least until we could take care of this Josh problem.

I'd been prepared to hate the boy, even though Carlos had told me that I would like him. I couldn't imagine why a young guy like him would be interested in someone as old papa, but I'd seen his eyes light up when he talked about him. He had it bad. And I could see what papa saw in him. He was a cute little güero. I could even see myself topping a sweet boy like that, and topping wasn't really my thing.

I was laughing to myself as I walked to my next class. I was going to be late, but my music professor didn't care, so long as it was obvious that I was practicing on my own time as well. I was trying to pursue a dual major in exercise and sports science and music. The two degrees had no classes in common so I couldn't count any of them towards both. It meant I carried eighteen credits this semester, and I'd be doing it all four years.

Jimmy

I couldn't believe it when I saw it. Josh had his hands all over Matty. I tried to hurry over to stop him, but I was too far away. Luckily a tall Latino guy and his super gay looking friend had gotten involved. By the time I got there, Matty and the guys had gone into the building and Josh had disappeared before I could give him hell for messing with my cousin.

Matty hated Josh. There was no way that he'd been enjoying his attention. He wouldn't have wanted anything to do with him. I felt like a piece of shit. He'd been telling me for weeks that Josh was touching him inappropriately, but I'd done nothing but ignore him. I'd told him he was imagining it. It was my job to protect him, and I was a total failure.

Since Matty seemed safe for the moment, I turned and headed for my chemistry class. I was failing and couldn't afford to miss class, or even to be late. Once I was in the lecture hall and had logged in to the question app, I texted Matty. I knew he wouldn't text me back until his class was over. Unlike me, he wasn't a rule breaker.

I texted, "Matty. Sorry I didn't believe you about Josh. I do now. I saw him hit you. Let's talk when you get a chance."

I sat through chemistry and even managed to take pretty good notes. I hadn't gotten stoned or drunk last night, so that probably helped. I was going to have to stop drinking and smoking dope cold turkey. I had to turn everything around. If I failed my classes, my dad would be pissed.

After chemistry I had one more class, college algebra. I sat through it completely on edge. I'd gotten a return text from Matty that read, "I forgive you. I'm glad you believe me now. Be careful. He's dangerous."

I texted back, "I will. You're a good person, Matty. I'd like to talk later."

He texted me back a thumbs up emoji. He seemed to be alright, but I wondered if he'd really forgiven me or if he was just avoiding conflict. And I wondered if I would see him tonight. He'd been staying at his boyfriend's house every night. It used to make me worry, but now I was glad that he'd been safe.

I wasn't happy that I had to take an algebra course in college. I'd already taken algebra II in high school, but I hadn't tested well enough to get into a calculus. Since I needed a statistics class for my business degree, I had to take two more math classes after this one. I wished that I'd paid more attention in high school, or that I'd studied with Matty. He was taking Linear Algebra, which sounded like it was a lower-level class than calculus but wasn't.

I got home from school by 4:00. I wasted no time texting Josh and asked him to come over. I told him that I wanted to talk. He gave no indication that he was suspicious. He offered to bring beer, but I told him I'd quit. When he got there, I planned on telling him off. He and I were done. I needed to get my key back and tell him to stay the fuck away from Matty.

I spent the time waiting for Josh to show up brooding and getting angrier. How dare he take advantage of Matty that way. I was pacing back and forth thinking of all the things I wanted to say to him. He was a junior. What was he doing hanging around with me anyway. Had he been scamming on Matty the whole time. It didn't take too long for him to get there because he had a car.

He didn't knock. He just walked in like he'd done nothing to be ashamed of with a smile on his face. He threw an arm around me and said, "Hey Bro."

I wanted to punch him in his smarmy mouth, but I suddenly realized that we were alone, and he was bigger than me.

"Don't `hey bro' me," I said. "I saw you hit Matty today on campus. What were you going to do before those guys came to his rescue?"

Josh shrugged and said, "What do you think? Your cousin is a cute little cocksucker and I wanted to get my cock sucked."

"Matty has made it more than clear that he has no interest in you, no interest at all. You need to stay the fuck away from him!" I yelled.

Josh laughed and said, "Your cousin's not the only pretty cocksucker in the family, Jimmy. Maybe you're just jealous that Matty might get a taste of your favorite treat."

I took a swing at him and hit him in the shoulder. I'd tried to hit him in the face, but he turned aside at the last moment. Then he grabbed me and put me in a head lock. He was a lot stronger than me, and he'd told me how he'd been a wrestler back in high school.

"Calm down, Jimmy and watch this," he said.

Then he cast a video from his phone to my television. He wrestled me over to the couch and sat down, still holding my head in a tight grip. I couldn't breath and I couldn't break free, but none of that mattered. My face was displayed across the screen and there was a cock in my mouth. It looked like I was enjoying myself.

I wanted to believe the video was a fake, but it wasn't. That was obviously me on screen sucking that dick like it was the best tasting thing in the world. I looked drunk on the screen, but it was obvious that I was enjoying myself. Somewhere in the back of my head, my memories were stirring. I had a hazy recollection of that night. I couldn't remember too many details, but I was sure that the events I was watching had really happened.

Jimmy patted my face and said, "Watch that cock sliding inside your mouth, Jimmy. Look how hungry you are for it. I knew you were a hungry faggot the first time we talked. Do you want to see that cock pumping inside your ass now, or do you want to see yourself begging for it first?"

I watched in horrid fascination. It was coming back to me in bits and pieces. At some point, I stopped struggling. Josh let go of my neck and his hand moved inside the waistband of my pants. All the fight had gone out of me. I felt numb everywhere but my spine. It felt like ice water was trickling down my back.

"Are you going to be a good boy, Jimmy, or do I have to send that video to you parents?" Josh demanded.

He wasted no time. He unzipped my pants and started working them down my legs. I didn't resist. I was still numbly watching myself on the screen begging for his "big meat". And someone else was there with us. The video was focused on my body, so I couldn't see the other guys. I could recognize Josh from his voice, but the other guy wasn't saying much. But when I saw the tattoo of a snake running around his forearm, and I knew who it was. It was Troy. In the video he and Josh were molesting me on the same couch was I was on now.

Josh grabbed my balls and squeezed them until I gasped, bringing my attention back to him.

He said, "I asked you a question. Are you going to be a good boy?"

"Yes," I cried. "Please don't show this video to my parents. My dad would kill me."

"Daddy wouldn't be happy to see his little boy sucking dick like a pro?" he asked. "Don't worry. I won't show him the video if you suck my dick. But this time you're going to do it while you're fully sober. Now take your clothes off and suck my cock out like a good little faggot bitch."

I pulled my clothes off and knelt on the floor in front of the couch. I was still numb. It was like all feeling had left my body and I was running on automatic.

Josh had pulled his shorts down and I could see his dick pressing against his boxer briefs. It wasn't that big, maybe a little bigger than average. I was remembering the video now. Being face to face with Josh's cock reminded me that I'd been here before in this exact position. I pulled his underwear down and his dick flopped out. I leaned forward and licked the tip.

They say that taste and smell are powerful aids to memory. As I tasted Josh's cock, my memories became clearer. Not completely clear. I was drunk in the video, after all. I didn't want to do this, but my ears were burning because my own dick was getting harder by the minute. Kneeling on the floor preparing to suck Josh's cock made me feel like his inferior, or it would have if my dick were bigger than his.

"Go ahead and take it in your mouth. You always act like you don't want it, but you suck cock like a man possessed once you get started. Go ahead and do it," he ordered.

His voice was calm and friendly, but I had no doubt he would follow through with his threat and share that video if I didn't do exactly what he wanted. He was acting like my best friend, the way he usually acted when we were hanging out together. He'd always been overly affectionate, rubbing my shoulders or tickling my ears. Today he had his hands in my hair and he was gently twirling it between his fingers.

"Are you hard yet, Jimmy?" he asked. "You're usually hard by time you've got my cock in your mouth."

From what he was saying, I'd done this a lot. I didn't doubt it. The feeling of his cock in my mouth and the taste of it on my lips was familiar. How many times had I done this? Why had I done it? I'd never sucked anyone's dick before meeting Josh, not even Matty's when I saw him naked in the room we shared back home. I'd always surreptitiously stared, but I'd never gone farther than that.

Josh pressed his foot into my dick. He chuckled and said, "You don't have to answer me. I can tell how excited you are. You know, the first time we got drunk together and I started touching your neck, you got hard. I knew then that you were just as gay as your cute little cousin. But you were in denial. It didn't take anything but alcohol to get you making out with me. The other things took a little more persuasion, so to speak."

"I'm not gay," I said.

I didn't know if I was trying to convince him or myself. I knew that I had struggles. I'd always looked at boys the wrong way. But I'd decided that I wasn't going to act on those feelings, not ever. I'd always resented Matty for being so unconcerned with how other people saw him. Everyone knew he was gay, but no one in the family had ever dared to say it. On the other hand, no one had suspected me. No one had ever hinted that they knew about my own defects.

"Jimmy, I'm doing you a favor. You're good at hiding what you are. Even Troy had bet me that you weren't gay, but I can always tell. You just wanted someone to give you an excuse to go wild. I didn't lie to you. You do get wild and unrestrained when you're drunk. Even Troy admitted that he was wrong that night you started stripping off your clothes and dancing in the middle of the living room. You stripped down to your underwear and just dropped into my lap giggling. When I started rubbing your belly, you moaned and started leaking into your briefs."

It all sounded impossible when he said it, but I knew it was true. I was remembering it in brief flashes. I'd been getting black out drunk every weekend and Josh had just encouraged me. I wouldn't even have had access to the alcohol without him. He was the only one in our group old enough to buy it.

"Don't cry, Jimmy," Josh said as he rubbed the tears from my eyes. "It's okay to be gay. I'm about seventy-five percent gay myself and Troy is closer to fifty-fifty, but you? You're as gay as the day is long, queer as a three-dollar bill as my dad used to say to me before I beat the shit out of him. It's just who you are."

"My dad will kill me," I sobbed.

"He's not going to kill you," Josh said. "He may be angry, and he may stop talking to you, but he won't kill you."

"He'll stop paying for college and I'll have to live on the streets," I said.

I knew I was just feeling sorry for myself, and I was beginning to whine, but I was in panic mode. My whole life was spinning out of control and turning upside down. It was no use denying who I was anymore. I'd always know the truth, but I'd kept it buried deep inside of me, never daring even to whisper.

Josh began laughing and he patted my face. He said, "You won't have to live on the street. I'll make sure you have a way to make money. Trust me on this. I'm helping a lot of guys. We won't tell your dad, but we'll start preparing for when he does find out."

"I'm already failing out of school," I said. "I can't work too many hours, or I'll never get caught up."

Josh's smile made me uncomfortable. He was being nice, but I didn't trust him at all.

"Don't worry about it," he assured me. "I'll get you started right away, and you'll only have to work a few hours a week."

"What will I have to do?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it. Let me worry. You'll just do what you're told," Josh replied.

The look on his face told me that the discussion was at an end. I just nodded my head. I didn't really have a choice. I'd be doing what he wanted for as long as he had that video.

"Now that you're not drunk, we're going to do this the right way. It'll feel better and I won't have to wear a condom," he said.

"No, Josh! I don't want to get sick. You've got to wear a condom!" I said.

"I always did before, but not tonight. You won't get sick because I'm not sick, and we'll get you a prescription for PrEP so that you won't have to worry about it. I'll take care of you. I always take care of my boys," Josh said.

He stood up and led me into the bathroom. He removed the shower head and attached a long hose with a long metal fitting on the end. It wasn't hard to figure out the purpose. He adjusted the temperature and then had me kneel in the bathtub. He used some lube to make the end go inside my ass more easily, then he filled me with water and had me hold it for a few minutes before allowing me to release it. He repeated the procedure three more times until he was happy. Then we went back into the living room.

Josh took me by the arm and asked, "Do you want me to fuck you now?"

"What if I say no?" I asked.

It seemed a ridiculous question on my part. My dick was still hard, and it jumped at the thought. But I needed to hear the truth from his lips.

Josh shrugged and said, "I'm going to do it anyway. I won't use force because I won't have to. You don't want me to send that video to your parents, and you know that I will if you don't agree. What I want to know is, do you want me to fuck you again, this time when you're sober and in full control of your faculties?"

I wasn't sure what I wanted. It was confusing. I knew that he'd fucked me before. That had to be why my ass had been hurting. I'd already had the pain. Did I want to experience the event that had caused the pain?

"I have no choice," I said. "You'll ruin my life if I don't agree to let you do it."

"That's a cop out," he said. "I will send the video if you don't agree, but I want to know, do you want me to fuck you? I've done it a few times already. So has Troy. Do you want to feel what it's like? You may find that you like it as much as you like sucking cock."

I knew the truth, but I didn't want to admit it. How much easier it would be to just give in and pretend that it was against my will. That was the cowards' way out and I wanted to take it, but I didn't.

"I want you to do it," I whispered.

"What was that?" he asked. "Say it louder and tell me what you want."

I closed my eyes and said, "I want you to fuck me tonight."

"Are you sure?" Josh asked. "Are you sure that you want me to do it?"

"Yes!" I replied. "I want you to fuck me."

When I opened my eyes, I could see Josh putting his phone away. He'd recorded me, just like he'd recorded me when I was drunk. I was providing him with everything he needed to prove that it wasn't rape. We both knew that he was coercing me, but there would never be proof. Josh was too smart for that.

We didn't use the bedroom because Matty and I had bunk beds, and it would be less comfortable there than on the couch. Josh laid me down on my back and used his fingers to work lube inside me. For all that he was a rapist and an asshole, he was trying his best to make me feel good. Maybe he was just trying to make himself feel good. No. He'd need to have a conscience for that, I thought.

When he was satisfied that I was slippery enough, he lifted my legs to my chest and put the head of his cock against my ass and pressed inside. It hurt, and I cried out in pain. Josh didn't slow down or pause, he kept pushing until his pubes were resting on my butt cheeks.

Josh patted my cheek and said, "Good boy. Just relax and let me do the work."

The pain subsided as he fucked me. He was touching a certain spot inside me with each stroke. I tried to move my hips so he would hit it more directly. It was like he was just brushing it when he could be hitting it better if he were just at a slightly different angle, but I couldn't control it from where I was lying.

It felt odd. If he could hit that spot inside me with more regularity, it would feel good. My cock stayed hard, and I felt like I had to pee. I could see that Josh was getting close. I thought he was going to cum and leave me hanging, but he reached down and took hold of my cock and started stroking me. I was excited enough that cum immediately started to rise in my shaft and my breathing grew shallow.

I came just before he did. My cock erupted and shot several loads onto my chest and abdomen.

"Damn, your ass feels great!" Josh yelled. "I'm going to seed you like the little bitch you are!"

He lay on top of me for a few minutes. His greater weight made it difficult for me to breath. His cock was slowly deflating inside me, and he was kissing my neck. This was the first gay experience I could remember clearly. It was good, but I had hoped it would have been better. There was something missing. Maybe it was that I didn't love Josh. Hell, I didn't even like him anymore.

"It was so much better with you in control of your senses, Jimmy," he said. "Don't worry. We'll be doing this a lot from now on. I've got some things to do, but I'll be back tonight. We'll do it in your bed, and I'll sleep with my cock inside you all night. Soon you'll have all the dick you can handle."

Matty

It was such a relief that Jimmy now believed me about Josh. I wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. Everything could go back to normal. I didn't want to go back to the apartment with Jimmy, but I'd probably have to since I wouldn't need to hide from Josh anymore.

After class Neto came running downstairs to meet me. He threw an arm around my shoulders and said, "I'm glad you waited for me, sweet thing. Let me walk you to your bike."

I let him hug me on the way to the bike rack. Neto was surprisingly strong and despite his flamboyance, I felt safe with him. He kept talking to me on the way, but he rarely paused long enough for me to respond.

He'd known Johnny from high school, but he was a year older than him. He'd been in the dorms his freshman year, but his great aunt had died last summer. She'd owned a small house near campus. Instead of selling it, his parents had agreed to let him stay there if he could find roommates to help pay for it. There were two bedrooms plus an Arizona room that they were using as a third. Johnny's dad paid his share. Apparently there was a third roommate, but he was sharing with Johnny now and they were looking for another guy.

Neto squeezed my shoulder and said, "You look younger than Johnny, Little Guy, maybe as young as Carlos. If I'd have known that Mr. Castillo had a yearning for meat that fresh, my own high school days could have been so much more exciting.

"I can totally understand what you see in that hot daddy. I spent many hours trying to see through his sweats back then, but no luck. Tell me what he's packing down there.

"No! Don't! I prefer my youthful imaginings to reality. Reality cannot compete with fantasy, boy. Don't ever forget that!"

I was just smiling and nodding at him. It was weird and creepy to hear Neto openly musing about my boyfriend's dick, but it made me feel proud that he seemed a little jealous of my relationship. I wondered if Johnny knew how his friend talked about his dad.

When we got to the bike rack, both the tires on my bike were flat. I wasn't going to be riding anywhere anytime soon.

"Baby boy, someone is Fatal Attractioning you. Was it that muscular boy who slapped your pretty face back there?" Neto asked.

I nodded and said, "I think it probably was."

"What does he have against you, pretty thing?" he asked, squeezing my shoulder gently.

"I think he's mad because I won't let myself be alone with him. He scares me and I don't want anything to do with him," I said. "I'm glad that you and Johnny are looking out for me, but I'm afraid he'll hurt one of you now."

"Oh sweetie, you are so cute," Neto said. "I am not afraid of that over muscled bully. If he tries anything with you or with Johnny, I will make him rue the day he decided to cross me."

He waggled his finger when he said "rue the day", and I had to laugh. But before I could question him, he let go and jumped back. Then he delivered a couple of snap kicks to either side of my head, missing me by about a foot each time. I was impressed, especially since his pants were tight. He must have seen how impressed I was from the gleam in my eye because he grabbed me and swung me around before putting me back down on my feet.

"That was awesome," I said.

"A bully like him, I can probably kick him in the face three or four times before he knows what's up," he said. "When I was a freshman in high school, I was a skinny little thing like you, fabulous, and oh so pretty – and I was a target for every bully who came along. My daddy told me, `Son, if you're going to be a fag in this neighborhood, you'd better learn to fight.' So, he took me down to the local dojo and signed me up for classes. Within a year, I wasn't running anymore. The bullies were."

Since my bike was out of commission, Neto took me to the music building where we met up with Johnny. He was sitting outside on a bench in the shade, and he was playing his guitar along with a couple of other students. We watched for a while until he noticed us. Then he packed up his guitar and strolled over to joined us.

Neto had another class, so Johnny walked me across campus and then to the neighborhood south of campus. Neto's house was small, but well-kept. Johnny led me in and introduced me to the other roommate, a handsome Asian American with a shock of black hair and those intriguing eyes that were just narrow enough to make him look like he was seeing right inside your soul.

"This Alex Xiang, Matty," Johnny said.

I shook Alex's hand. He had a firm grip. And he was tall; in fact, he was half a head taller than Johnny and I'd thought Johnny was tall. The guy looked thin because of his height, but I could see that his legs were muscly.

"Pleased to meet you," he said.

Johnny was looking at me like I should know who this guy was, but I had no idea. I'd never met him before.

"I'm pleased to meet you too," I said.

What amazed me most was when this tall athlete wrapped Johnny in his arms and kissed him passionately. In many of the pictures Carlos had shown me, Johnny was surrounded by girls, but he seemed to be really into this athlete. When Neto had said that Johnny was sharing a room with another guy, I'd assumed that the two of them had bunk beds like me and Jimmy.

"Alex, this Matty. He's papa's boyfriend," Johnny said once his friend had stopped trying to swallow his lips. "And Matty, Alex ... Alex Xiao ... is my boyfriend. He's on the basketball team and ... well, you can see how hot he is. He's just as hot on the court."

Alex kissed him again and then said, "So, you're Mr. Castillo's boyfriend? Aren't you a little ... I mean, how old are you?"

"Eighteen," I said with a blush. "I'm older than I look."

Alex laughed and said, "Maybe, but you're still younger than Johnny here."

"Stop it!" Johnny said, slapping his boyfriend lightly on the chest. "It's embarrassing enough for me without you smiling that way, but papa deserves a good man ... or boy, I guess. And Matty seems nice enough."

Then he turned to me and said, "Papa doesn't know about Alex yet, so don't tell him."

"Johnny is ashamed of me," Alex said with a smile.

"I am not!" Johnny replied. "We're going to have lunch with papa next Saturday and I want to tell him then."

We sat down in the living room and Johnny got us some iced tea. I noticed that Alex had trouble sitting properly on the furniture because his legs were so long. He had to extend them across the floor because otherwise his knees would be bent at a sharp angle.

Johnny texted his dad and told him that something had happened to my bike and that I was waiting with for him to come and pick me up.

Fernando

"Matty's bike has two flat tires. He's fine. He's at my house. Come get him when you get off work. No hurry. Te veré cuando llegas, papa!"

That text from Johnny had come out of the blue. I had planned to introduce the two of them this Saturday when we went out for lunch. I hoped they were getting along. I needed them to get along. I'd made the mistake of being with a guy who didn't get along with my kids once before. It had put a strain on both relationships, and I couldn't do it again. I thought I was falling in love with Matty, but if I had to choose between him and my kids ...

After my shift, I was just about to head out when Garcia stopped me. She held out her phone and showed me a picture of her boyfriend Nick with a leather harness fastened across his smooth bare chest. He was a handsome guy, and she knew that I liked looking at him.

"We're going to beat you out in the costume contest this year, even if you wear that Borat strap again!" she said, referring to the time I wore a tiny posing strap that looped over my shoulder like Borat. It was the only thing I wore that year except for the ridiculous moustache I'd grown.

"What are you wearing? And are you bringing that little boy I saw you with at the river park?" she asked.

"We're coming," I said. "And I think we may give you a run for the prize this year, even if you are going as a dominatrix."

I'd guessed from Nick's body harness, but I could tell that I was right from her smile. We both attended her gay brother Sergio's Halloween bash every year and every year she and I tried to outdo each other in our costumes.

"How did you get Nick to agree to it?" I asked.

"He was all for it. Remember how shy he was three years ago when he saw all the male skin at that party? I'd barely managed to get him into board shorts to go with his cowardly lion makeup. Now he likes showing off for all the gay guys – and the two or three straight women there," she said.

"He was cute the way he blushed from head to toe. I kind of wished he still did that," I said. "But a body harness isn't much of a costume – unless that's all there is to it."

She laughed and said, "You wish! He has a cute little leather bikini and a collar ... with a leash."

I nodded and asked, "Sounds good. Should I assume that you're going full dominatrix this year?"

"Nick and I have his and her waxing appointments this Wednesday. Are you going to put Matty in a diaper to show that he's your new baby?" she asked.

Her constant references to Matty's young age were beginning to become annoying, but I knew she was just ribbing me. She wasn't trying to be mean, just to poke me on a point that she knew bothered me. There was no denying the facts. He was younger than my middle child, even if it was just by a few months. If it was creepy to date someone who wasn't at least half your age plus seven, then we were nine years on the wrong side of the formula.

"You'll just have to wait and see on Halloween, Silvia. I can keep a secret; unlike some people I know. But I guarantee that you'll like it, and everyone will be surprised. Even Chejo will be impressed, even though he said this kind of costume was overdone."

"Then you'll be a superhero!" she said. "I can't wait to see it, but you're risking ridicule pushing back against something my very fashionable brother has declared so last decade. Just expect more than a few jokes about your age, Nando."

I'd given her too much. I was going to lean into the inappropriateness of the age difference between me and Matty. And no, I wasn't going to be a superhero, even though I'd toyed with the idea of sexy Batman and the twinkie Boy Wonder. Nope. They'd all just have to wait to see it.

I spent the drive to Johnny's house running through various scenarios in my mind. I had no idea how he was going to react. I'd just about worked myself into a frenzy of doubt when I pulled up in front of the two-bedroom house Johnny shared with his roommates. I knew Neto, but I hadn't met the others.

Inside the living room, Matty was sitting next to Neto while Johnny was sitting next to a very tall Asian guy. It took me only a moment to recognize Alex Xiao, one of the star players on the basketball team. I didn't know that any of the big-name athletes lived anywhere but the athletes' dorm.

"Hola, Papa," Johnny said. "This is our roommate Alex. Alex this my papa Fernando Castillo."

Alex stood up and shook my hand. He was more than half a head taller than me, and his grip was strong.

"Please to meet you, Mr. Castillo," he said.

I grabbed Matty and held him tight while the boys told me the story of the slashed tires. The implication was that they'd met Matty at the bike rack, but I felt that there was more to the story than they were saying. I didn't press the issue right then, but eventually I was going to find out. I couldn't think too much on it. I was just happy that they all seemed to be getting along so well.

I couldn't do anything about Matty's bike tonight. I was going to have to take it apart to fit it in my car unless I got Garcia to come with her pickup truck. I'd take Matty home with me tonight, but I'd have to get him up early and drop him off at Johnny's place early in the morning on my way to work. He could sleep on the their couch until it was time to walk to school. Johnny gave him a spare key so he wouldn't have to wake anyone up when he got there.

Johnny said, "We need to be done with lunch by three, papa, so Alex and I can get back in time to prepare for our Halloween party. Is that okay?"

He knew how much I loved Halloween, so he knew I'd understand. "Sure thing, mijo. Matty and I have a party that night too."

We were celebrating Halloween on Saturday night because most folks didn't have to work the next morning. Trick or treaters wouldn't come by until Sunday evening, so we'd have a chance to treat any hangovers before they arrived.

"Papa ...?" he said with hesitation in his voice.

Johnny was looking back and forth between me and Alex, like he was nervous. Finally, he just let it out. "Papa. I just want to let you know that Alex is my roommate."

"Okay, mijo," I said. "That's cool. He seems nice."

Alex put his hand on Johnny's shoulder, and he said, "What Johnny's trying to say, sir, is that we're lovers."

I was smiling at the two of them, not saying anything. I wasn't sure why Johnny had been so reluctant to say anything to me. He couldn't possibly think I'd care. Then I saw it. Johnny was standing there looking anxious. He seemed insecure. Alex had one arm around Johnny's shoulders. The other was playing with his hair and gently stroking his neck. From their interactions, it appeared that Alex was topping my son. If they were versatile, I'd expect to see Johnny holding Alex in the same way. Instead, he was leaning onto Alex's chest, letting Alex support and comfort him. I didn't care. He was my son, and that was the only thing that could matter to me.

Johnny said, "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"I'm very happy for you, mijo. He's a handsome guy and hey, you landed a star athlete. What did you expect me to say?" I asked. "I knew that you and Gilberto were more than friends back in high school. I could see him touching you in the back seat when I drove the two of you to swim practice. I figured that you would say something when you were ready."

I patted Johnny on the shoulder and added, "Besides. I read the sports news. Everyone knows that Alex Xiao is gay. The college is making a big deal of how diverse the basketball team is. I just didn't know that the handsome Latino boyfriend who went unnamed in the article was you."

"Alex isn't a diversity pick, Papa. He'd a very good ball player," Johnny insisted.

Alex grinned and said, "I'm a good player, but I also let the University check off two boxes on their diversity bingo card, gay and Asian. I'm not stupid. I know that's why they've been so tolerant, even pretending to be excited, but do you know what? I'm going to show them that I'm one of the best players on the team as well. I don't care what opens the doors. I'm just going to make sure I get through to the other side."

Johnny was beaming at Alex. It was clear that he was in love.

"That's a smart move, Alex," I said. "The Tucson PD used me for publicity too when I came out. In some ways, it helped my career. They'd made me a symbol and it may have helped to pave over a few minor indiscretions. Nothing big, just things that could have darkened my record if they had it out for me."

I kissed the top of Matty's head and said, I'll see you boys later. I need to get my boy home and tuck him in. He's had a rough day."

Then I took Matty and led him out to my car. I opened the door for him and helped him inside. I had never been this chivalrous with any of the other guys I'd dated. I hadn't been this solicitous since ... damn! not since I was dating my ex-wife.

"We have a party on Saturday?" Matty asked, looking up at me.

"If you're up for it, we're going to a big Halloween party a friend of mine throws every year. There will plenty of good food and good booze – but not for you. There will be dancing and lots of cool costumes. I want to introduce you to my friends," I replied.

"What will I wear? I don't have anything to wear to a fancy party," he said.

What he didn't say was that he couldn't afford it. "I have something for you to wear, but I'd like to surprise you with it later, if you trust me," I said.

He gave me a look of absolute trust and nodded.

"I'd like that, sir," he said.

Matty

There were so many changes and new people today that my brain was left in a whirl. After spending the morning hiding from Josh, and then having him slap me – I couldn't believe that he'd slapped me right there on campus – after all that, I'd finally met Fernando's son Johnny.

I'd been afraid of that meeting, even if I hadn't admitted it to myself. But Johnny had been amazing! He made Josh leave me alone and then he stared him down and made him go away. I'd been afraid that he would be angry at me for sleeping with his dad, but it didn't seem to bother him at all. But like his dad, he stepped in when I was trouble and he made everything better.

Neto – I found out that his real name was Ernesto – was a fun guy. He looked more African American than Latino, but he and Johnny sometimes spoke in Spanish. I thought they probably did that when they wanted to say things without me understanding them. It didn't really make me angry; it made me want to take a Spanish class.

Neto was a conundrum. He was so flamboyant, and so campy that you didn't want to take him seriously, but he was hard muscle under his colorful clothes, and he was a martial artist. I felt completely safe with him. He and Johnny had promised to shepherd me from class to class until the trouble with Josh was resolved. I felt kind of like kid, but it felt nice to have them looking out for me.

And then I spent time at Johnny's house and met his sexy boyfriend Alex. They all made me feel accepted and welcome. I could be my gay self – what Fernando called a "soft boy" – and none of them cared. It was like a weird emotional roller coaster that just got better as the day wore on.

By the time Fernando got there, I needed him. When he wrapped his arms around me, all my tension drained away into him. And the smell of him, sweat and male pheromones, flooded my senses. I grew hard in an instant. He was my man, and he was here for me.

I thought it must have been seeing me in his father's arms, obviously feeling safe and protected, that made Johnny suddenly blurt out that he and Alex were boyfriends. From the look on his face, he'd been worried, but he hadn't needed to be. Fernando just accepted him for who he was and ... thinking of my mom and my uncle's likely reaction, I'd be lucky if they just yelled at me. The fact that Fernando was such a good dad made me want him even more.

And on the way home he'd informed me that we were going to a Halloween party, a real adult Halloween party. Everything he did made me feel even more that we were a couple, not just two guys enjoying each other's bodies.

I was holding back tears when we got to the apartment. I ran into the bedroom and wiped my eyes. Then I grabbed the douche bulb and looked at Fernando with a questioning face. "Should I ...?

"Of course, chico. Go clean yourself, so daddy can fuck you good," he rumbled.

I was thorough, but I did it in record time and ran back into the room naked. Fernando was almost naked. His powerful body was on display. The definition of the muscles on his torso was lightly obscured by a manly covering of pure black hair. The few silver threads that graced his temples made him look even sexier. I could see the outline of his swelling cock pressing against his boxer briefs.

I brushed past him and threw my dirty clothes in the hamper. Then he grabbed me from behind and turned me around in his arms so he could kiss me. His hands roamed down my back and gently squeezed my butt. His thigh was pressed against my erection.

"I can see that someone needs his daddy," Fernando whispered against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes, daddy," I need you bad.

"What do you need?" he teased as he nibbled my earlobe.

"I ... uh ... I need you inside me, daddy," I replied.

His slid down to the crack in my butt and his fingers teased my hole. I gasped and held him tighter, burying my face in his chest. He reached around me and applied some lube to his index finger. Then he wormed it inside my butt.

My man knew how to please me. I started breathing slow and shallow while he gently massaged my boy hole. My knees were getting weak, and my ass was opening at his touch. It was quivering with the need to feel him inside me.

"Mm," Fernando sighed. "Your culito is trembling, chico."

"It wants your tranca inside it," I said.

"Then let's not keep your culito waiting," Fernando said.

He picked me up and carried me to the bed. Then he fell onto the mattress with me in his arms. I was giggling, but not for long. He rolled me over onto my back and moved between my legs. He pulled his boxer briefs off and threw them at me with a laugh. I snatched them up and pressed them to my face. I took a deep breath. He'd been wearing them all day and they smelled of his sweat and whatever that scent was that came from his cock and balls and drove me crazy whenever I caught a whiff.

I was still breathing in the scent from his underwear when he lined his cock up and pressed inside me. Even though I was relaxed, and I wanted him more than I could say, there was pain when he pushed through my hole. I wadded Fernando's shorts up and shoved them inside my mouth to silence my cries. Now I could taste him as well as smell him and I was in gay boy heaven.

Once he was lodged firmly inside me, he took hold of his shorts and pulled them out of my mouth. I clamped my teeth down like a dog with a bone and he growled, "Given me my short back, you naughty boy, or I'm going to spank your cute little butt until you cry."

I let go and said, "Do you promise, daddy?"

I don't know why I said it, but the idea was suddenly arousing. I imagined his large, powerful hands coming down on my cheeks, the noise echoing around the room and the feeling of warmth spreading through my body.

"My sweet little chico has a kinky side, does he?" Fernando asked.

He pulled almost all the way out then slammed back inside me hard enough to make me gasp. He was being a little rougher with me, but I loved it.

"Yes, daddy. Sometimes I'm naughty and I need you to make me behave," I said.

"Damn it, chico, just when I think you can't possibly excite me more, you say something like that," he replied. "Wait until you see our Halloween costumes. Now I'm sure you'll like it."

"Mm" I whined. "Fuck me hard, daddy. Fuck me like you aren't afraid of hurting me," I yelled.

"If I do hurt you, you have to let me know right away," he said. "I am afraid of hurting you, but I'm terrified of scaring you off."

"Never, daddy!" I yelled. His cock was pounding me hard enough to make my cries a little too real, but I was getting close to cumming. "I want you to use me hard. Just ... just don't ... um ... please don't get bored with me!"

I think I almost ruined his orgasm with that last utterance. I hadn't wanted to. I hadn't wanted to speak my worst fear aloud, but I had. But my man was a virile man, a virtual beast when it came to the art of fucking. He recovered and started making those noises that told me he was about to cum.

My whole body was aflame with burning passion. I'm not sure which of us came first, but we let out a chorus of pure animal grunting that echoed off the walls. With his final thrust, I spewed cum all over the two of us, while he plunged as deep as he could and slowly filled me with his seed.

When we fell apart, we both lay there for a minute, covered in sweat and panting. He recovered first. He cleaned me with his tongue and then I returned the favor for him. I crawled into the crook of his arm so he could hug me tight. He brushed the hair back from my forehead and said, "You don't bore me, chico. You make me feel young and energized, and you make me feel something I never felt for any of the guys I've been with."

"What's that, sir?" I asked.

He kissed my lips gently and said, "Love, chico. All those guys excited me and I loved having sex with them, but I never loved them. I think I may be ready to say it to you."

"You just did, sir," I said as I ran my hand through his chest hair.

"So, I did, but I'm going to say it again. I love you, Matty. I don't see our relationship as a temporary thing. When I picture next month or even next year, I see us together," he said.

I started crying and sobbed, "Me too, Fernando. Me too."

We lay there cuddling until we fell asleep. I wouldn't say the cuddling was better than the sex, but it was just as good.

Next: Chapter 7


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