Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2013 05:27:53 -0700
From: Blake Tomczak <blakelt27@gmail.com>
Subject: Blake

This story is mine and I make my claim to it as an author.  This story is
non-fiction and follows my own life events.  All names will be changed for
identity safety purposes.

Warning: This story is not suitable for viewing of anyone under the age of
18.



I know being on the nifty site, you guys will be expecting a lot of sexual
activity.  There will be that in these stories, but I also wish to make
this story very personalized and a reflection of my own life and coming to
age.  I'll start as I was young.  The story isn't very hot until it gets
later into it, I promise.  I'm just taking my time giving you background
and details.

First, here's a description of me:  I'm currently 18 years older attending
college and working at a restaurant.  I'm 6 feet tall and have brown, sun
bleached hair.  It's nearly shaven on the sides but still has some length,
and is long and pushed back on the top.  Essentially, it's the pompadour
but not a very obnoxious version of it.  I weigh 156 pounds and have an
athletic body type.  I'm not terribly ripped, but have a nice, tight body
where abs are evident along with pecs and nice arms.  I am white but
tanned, 25% Mexican and 75% German.  My eyes are yellow in the middle and
blue on the outside, and often I'm complimented on them.  I've been told
that I have a nice jawline, and that I have a nice thick masculine neck and
body.  Often people don't assume I'm gay and say that I don't act so at
all.  My cock is over 7 inches long, perhaps by a quarter or a half.  I've
had plugs for quite some time now

My parents led fast lives and my father dropped out of college after
getting my mother pregnant and marrying her.  He says she skipped on birth
control and didn't tell him that she was pregnant until after they married,
but I find that somewhat hard to believe.  The story also varies depending
on the person that tells it.

He joined the military, and I was born in Mississippi.  A week after being
born, we moved to Montana.   We lived there for about two or three years-
only long enough for me to retain a few memories of being in the snow with
my dog and my first snowboarding experience.  After, we moved to
California, where my parents grew up.

My parents divorced from each other.  My naive mind didn't understand what
was so complicated and why they weren't just happy with each other.  They
ended up remarrying about a year after (when I was 4), and then divorced a
few months later.  My early memories are at my grandmother's house.  She is
my mother's mother and I refer to her as Nana.  I stayed there for majority
of that part of my childhood.

My father and I moved back to his hometown in southern California.  We
jumped from apartment to apartment along the street, me not realized that
it was in correspondence with financial troubles.  I often spent my time at
his mother's house while he worked before I was in school.  I started
elementary school and grew.  My father would always spank me as I was
young, but did begin to use a belt when I was in 3rd grade.

I'll eliminate most of the story until I was in middle school, but know
that during elementary school I always had poor study habits and had a
somewhat difficult time making friends.  I was sad a lot of the time but
also happy as well.  I had my first girlfriend when I was in 5th grade, but
I don't really count it seeing as we were so young.  That lasted over the
summer and then ended.

It was in sixth grade that I began to cut my wrists.  They weren't severe
cuts, but enough to be concerning.  I began to hang out with older kids,
them being sixteen and being twelve myself.  Most of them were gay or
bisexual.  I began to smoke cigarettes with them sometimes, but didn't form
too much of a habit out of it.  I met two boys.  One of them was named
Jacob.  He had blonde hair and was sixteen years old.  He had thicker lips
and a wide frame.  At the time I could have considered him attractive, but
reflecting I don't think so much at all.  The other was named Mark.  He was
tall, had a very nice body, and wore glasses.  He cut his hair very short
and wore glasses.  He claimed to have worked in an erotic male dancer's
club, illegally.  I wasn't sure that I believed him.  He wasn't very
attractive in his face, but I didn't mind very much.  I started spending
more time with these boys, and one time we ended up pitching a tent in my
back yard (it was the size of a park) and they were trying to convince me
to touch them.  They were explaining how they were hard and were trying to
persuade me to touch their cocks.  I did very briefly, and then refused to
do so any more.

I continued to spend more time with Mark.  His father was in the military,
and had a hotel on the base that was on the same street as my house.  I'm
not quite sure how I was able to convince my dad of this, but he let me
stay with Mark overnight (my dad had been able to tell he was gay and
didn't like the idea of my hanging around him).  We had our own hotel room.
 At the beginning of the night, we lay in bed and watch Scary Movie 3.  He
explained that he was beginning to get an erection.  He sat in a chair in a
corner of the room and started to undress himself.  I did as well.  He
explained that his dick was 8 inches, and he was right.  It was very
intimidating, but I did grab a hold of it and started to jerk him off.
 Being my first time having any sexual experience, it was fairly awkward.
 He told me to blow him and I did.

"Use less teeth," he said.

I did as I was told.  His cock was a lot for me to fit in my mouth.  I
wasn't able to put it to the back of my throat.  Up and down, I bobbed.

"Let me do you," he offered.

He took my cock in his mouth and he started to blow.  He was able to fit
both of my balls in his mouth.  He was very good at it, and guided me
through the steps of how to do it well.  He wasn't very intimate, and he
only focused on my dick and nothing around it.  I was too intrigued and
inexperienced to care.  He lifted me onto his lap and stroked my dick with
his right hand, holding me with his left.

I felt embarrassed about the size of my penis.  Being very young, I assume
I was about 4 or 5 inches at the time.  He had a much larger penis, and I
had only been a short way through puberty, if at all.

"Do you want to take a shower with me?"

I did.

"You look so hot," he said as I stand under the hot water.  I let the water
pour down my face, slightly opening my mouth to breathe and closing my
eyes.  I'm feeling very attractive and confident in myself.  I also am
feeling very guilty, understanding that there is a large age gap between us
and that this would certainly be frowned upon by anyone else.

He jerked me off as the water ran above us.  He leaned in to kiss me.  I
turned my head away, not wanting to.

We got out of the shower and went back into the room.  I lay on the bed as
he continued to blow me.  He gripped on my hips as he continued to blow me.

He asked, "Can I fuck you?"

"No," I responded.  I knew that my small ass would not be at mercy with him.

"Please?"

"Absolutely not."

"I could just fuck your cheeks.  You wouldn't have me inside of you and it
would feel the same for me."

I refused, knowing that allowing him to do so would also open a window of
opportunity for the next step.  We continued to blow each other and jerk
each other off.  Neither of us came.  We stayed up until the next morning
which is when he called Jacob to brag about the fact that he had hooked up
with me.  We walked off the base to a park, which was down a separate
street than my house from the base.  There we met his other friend, an
eighteen year old.  We sit with him at a table.  Mark is positioned on the
other side of me as I sit next to this boy.  I can't remember his name.  He
starts to nibble on my ear lobe and makes a move on me.  As he's attempting
to suck on it, I reject.

"Don't do that anymore."

I was uncomfortable.  He continued.

"Stop, now."

He stopped.  I decided that I was done with these people and walked home.
 I soon discovered that the boy who was next to me and attempted to seduce
me had raped one of the girls from the group of older kids that I hung out
with.  I believed the story and was glad that I didn't decide to pursue it.
 He was ugly, anyways.

I discontinued talking to Mark.  He tried to talk to me and I would blow
him off, him calling me cute and commenting on Myspace (yes, we used that
back then).  I was still twelve and didn't necessarily regret what I had
done yet, but knew that it was wrong.  I spent most of my time then playing
video games and jacking off to gay porn at home, also hanging out with
friends amidst other things.

I began to feel an immense amount of guilt for what I had done with Mark.
 My already unstable mind began to race.  My father had started to become
abusive, but not threateningly.  He would smack me upside the head, scream
at me, throw things at me, and punish me for obscene amounts of time.  I
began to be grounded for most of my days.  I wasn't doing well in school
and resented ever going there.

I always felt more mature than the kids in my grade.  Often I would judge
them and they were all assholes.  Seeing as I had lived in Orange County,
the schools there were actually like the clique-ish schools that you see on
T.V.  Even the middle school was.  I had girlfriends in my middle school
years, often kissing and making out with them but nothing more.  I began to
flirt with a lot of older men online, jerking off with them on webcam sites
and essentially having web sex with them.  I ended up making out with my
best friend's older brother- he was a senior in high school and I was in
seventh grade.

Here's a little background on my mother: She was never involved.  She would
flake on the weekends when she was supposed to see me, and often would lie
about what she was doing.  She would also call my dad's girlfriends and
call them, "cunt, bitch," etc.  She lost her job and tried to take my
father to court one day, expecting to pay less child support.  She lost the
case and they found out that she wasn't paying the child support she was
initially supposed to be, so they increased the charge by $400 and started
deducting it from her bank account.

I stopped cutting myself when I was in eighth grade.  At this point I had
started to try to convince myself that I was straight.  I started to smoke
pot.  The first day I did it with someone else, I went to a boy's house
after going to the movies with my friend.  His name was Taylor.  He was the
classic hoodlum type- large shirt, backwards cap, eyes bloodshot red,
sagged pants, and other things.  He had a lot of people over and I drank
two forties and smoked a lot.  I must have been 13 at the time.  I ended up
falling asleep in his room on the upper bed.

I woke up later to discover that he was hooking up with a girl in the bed
below me.  Her name was Karla.  I looked, shocked for a moment.  He was on
top of her, talking to her in a low-toned voice as she giggled and he
grinded on her.  His pants were down his thighs.  I looked for a moment,
then went back to sleep.  I didn't care much.

The next morning, I woke up and smoke some more.  I ended up making out
with her younger sister.  I went home eventually.

My dad began to catch on that I was starting to smoke weed.  He himself had
a large history with drugs.

I am now in my freshman year, fourteen years old.  I met a girl, her name
Samantha.  She and her friend Rachel would go to an underage club.  I went
with them one night.  About a week later, I asked her out.  That day, we
went to my friend's house and upstairs to his little sister's room.

I threw her down on the bed.

She asked, "So, do you want to do this?"

"Of course I do."

We began to kiss.  She shoved her tongue to the back of my throat.  I
sucked on it.

I kissed down her neck to her breasts, slowly.  I kissed down her stomach
to the area above her pussy.  Kissing around, I went lower.  I went down on
her.  I beat her clitoris with my tongue and stuck my fingers inside of
her, roughly.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned.

I continued eat her out.  She wrapped her legs around my neck.  She bent
her back up away from the bed, "Oh, FUCK."

She began to moan harder.  Faster and faster I went, as she grabbed and
pulled at my hair and clenched her legs around my head.  I was enjoying
this.

Her body began to shake and she began to moan louder.  She came, and then
we kept going.  After we got up there was a wet spot on my friend's little
sister's mattress.

We dated for about a week before we decided to go all the way.  It really
was uneventful, the night before that I smoked some pot and huffed some Axe
spray (fucking stupid, I know) with this other girl.  We also drank, I
believe.  We went to my room and lay down on the bed.  The other girl
walked in to join us.  I decided that I did not want a threesome and told
my girlfriend that I was too tired to fuck.

The next morning I woke with her next to me.  We decided to do it then.  It
was unpleasant and I had a hard time enjoying it.  She made me wear a
condom and pull out.  I ended up breaking up with her the next day, even
though it was an asshole thing to do.  I did realize though that I didn't
have any strong feelings for her and decided that it was best that we
discontinue dating.

I began to get into harder drugs and my father became more abusive.  Now I
was taking prescription pills: Xanax, Vicodin, Oxycontin, and other things.
 I met a boy named Brad.  He was dark-skinned, thick lips, black hair, and
dressed like a hipster.  He was fairly average looking.  I began to go to
his house often.

We became better and better friends.  Eventually he confessed that he had
feelings for me.  I told him that I wasn't interested.  One day, we went
and stole a bottle of wine from Rite Aid.  We went to his room and drank it
out of the bottle.  His parents were asleep.  We snuck outside to the
jacuzzi.

He went underwater and pulled down my shorts.  I was startled, but drunk
and turned on.

He stuck my dick in his mouth.  Quickly he resurfaced.  I did the same to
him.

"Let's go inside of the guest house," he offered.  We did.

I proposed, "You want me to fuck you?"

"Fuck yes, he said."

I lay down on top of him.  He was on his back.  I kissed him on the lips.
 I bit his bottom lip and sucked on it.  I shoved my tongue into his
throat, and he did the same to me.  I ran my hands gently down his sides,
then along his back.  I started to kiss at his neck, biting and nibbling my
way down.  I kissed at his collar bones, then on his pecks.  I kissed down
the center of his abs, then tossed him around so that he was on his stomach.

"Oh, shit," he said, surprised.

I bit his back, hard.  He moaned.  I scratched his sides and kissed my way
down.  I put on a condom and bit his ass.  I slowly went into him.

"Ouch, wait.  Slower," he said.

This was my first time doing this with a guy.  I was unsure of myself.  I
didn't really like him at all, but I was drunk and I was going to fuck.

We spent some time getting me in there.  I was fourteen or fifteen at the
time and my cock was approaching 7 inches.

"Okay, go."

Without hesitation, I began to fuck him- violently and loudly.  I slammed
in and out of his ass, as he moaned and screamed.  I pulled him up by his
waist so that he was now on his knees and propping himself up with his
arms.  I place my hands on his hips and push and pull him to allow myself
to fuck him harder.

"Oh, shit.  Wow, oh fuck!" He cried out as I continued to fuck him.  I
pulled out and quickly flipped him over, putting him on his back.  I pushed
his legs up and put my cock in his hole.  Vigorously I continued to thrust
in and out of him.  I bent down as I thrust into him and licked up his
back, biting as I reached toward his neck.  I grabbed his shoulders and
continued to pound his ass.

"I'm getting close," Brad said.

"Let's come together."

I pulled out and lay down on the bed next to him.  We both began to jack
ourselves off with his left leg over mine and our shoulders touching.  He
came all over his stomach and chest.  The sight of him cumming on himself
turned me on.  I looked at his stomach and abs and began to jerk myself off
harder.

"I'm about to come," I said.

I flipped up so I was sitting on top of his thighs, facing him.  My cum
exploded all over his body and chest, some hitting his chin.

"Oh, shit," I said.

"That was fun."

"Brad, I suggest you go get cleaned up."

He did.

After that, things weren't the same with Brad.  His mother admired me.  He
began to act very sour towards me.  I think he had feelings for me and when
those weren't reciprocated, he shut down as far as I was concerned.  We
stopped hanging out and talking.  I told him that he was oversensitive.
 His mother emailed me, saying that she missed me and she wished that I
would be around her son more.  It was actually sad because she always
compared him to me.  She said that I was a great kid, good influence, and
that he should be more like me.  She couldn't have been any more wrong.

It's my sophomore year in high school.  At this point I began to do
ecstasy, was heavily drinking (and often), and my father's abuse escalated
to throwing large objects at me, punching me, and whipping me with things.
 First, it was a wooden spoon.  Then, he broke that.  After that he started
using other things.  You know that rod that you twist on the blinds to make
them tilt up or down, opening and closing them?  He started using one of
those, and actually broke one at some point.  I came out to ask him
something after that.  "Go in your room and count how many fucking pieces I
broke that thing into."

I resented my father so much.  I was more conflicted than anything.  My
mother had abandoned me and he was all that I had.  He was the only person
that put a roof over my head.  He was gone all day for work (his work
involved the military) and I took care of myself most of the time.  I would
cook for myself and do everything alone until he got home at night.  He was
already gone in the mornings when I woke up.  The small amount of time that
he did spend at home he would often spend screaming at me or abusing me or
doing many other things that I hated.  I didn't feel loved by him or by
anyone else.

He didn't know I was gay.  I was still trying to turn myself straight at
times.  At this point in my life I considered myself molested by Mark.
 What sixteen year old would ever been with a twelve year old? Gross as
hell.  I felt disgusted by myself.  I became depressed often.  I lost
weight.  I continued with drugs.  Most of my depression didn't come from
being molested at all, in fact that was the last thing on my mind.  It was
more my father and not having a relationship with my mother.

My father is 5'9".  He has brown hair like mine but darker and not styled
like mine.  He has a surprisingly very nice body, one that makes me feel
like shit about mine.  He is 39 years old now, and doesn't look very old.

My mother is 5'10".  She's beautiful.  Often people mistake her for my hot
sister because she looks like she's maybe 25.  She's actually 40.  As
beautiful as she looks, she is an absolutely shitty person.  She was never
involved in my life and I never forgave her for that in the beginning.  Now
it's somewhat of a different story, but I'll get to that later.

In my sophomore year I became addicted to ecstasy.  I was rolling two to
four times a week, and one time I ended up throwing up blood (why, I don't
know).  I quit after that.  I attempted to commit suicide with prescription
pills, but I won't go into that seeing as this is an erotic site and not
for self harm stories.  I quit those after that.  I began taking acid every
weekend and doing shrooms, and always heavily drank.  I ended up getting in
a lot of legal trouble growing up.  I also ended up going to AA meetings on
my own volition and quit all drugs and limited my drinking.  After that I
did coke, meth, and heroine a couple times but realized that that was
pathetic and stopped immediately after starting.  I made a lot of stupid
decisions, but I don't do any of that anymore, except for the rare drink on
a special occasion.  By the end of sophomore year I had quit all drugs.

I did have sex with quite a few boys in my high school time, but it won't
be time efficient if I go over every single one.  So I will just spare you
and go over the most significant and the hottest encounters that I had.

The first boy from when I was 15 that I'll touch base on was named James.
 He was a surfer-looking boy.  He had black hair and was about 5'10".  He
had a very nice body and was in shape.  The day that I met him I was cold
and he gave me his sweatshirt to wear.  I gave it back to him later on in
school that day.  We hung out with our friends and would often smoke pot
with one another in fields and other places.  He would come over to my
house with some girls that we knew and we would lie on my bed and draw on
the bottom of my top bunk (I had a bunk bed and no siblings, I'm not sure
why).  Eventually we started talking with one another without others around.

One time we were at a dance and I was dancing with his friend that was a
girl.  Her name was Brianna, and she was a lot of fun.  He danced on the
other side of her and played with my ear and rubbed my body as he danced.
 I was very turned on and became very nervous, unsure if he was coming onto
me or not.  I left.  Later that week, I called him and we talked on the
phone like we had times before.

I brought up the topic of boys and said that I had experiences with them in
the past.  He caught on and said that he had as well.

"I've thought that you were hot from the day I met you," he would tell me.

"Really?"

"You have no idea."

I didn't.  I didn't think I was that desirable.

"Remember that one day that we smoked pot in the field with the others?"

"Yes, what about it?" I said.

"I wanted to pounce on you.  You looked so hot and I wish that nobody else
was there and that I could just jump you and make out with you."

I blushed.  I was embarrassed from the attention he was giving me, but I
liked it a lot.

"I really wish you had told me this sooner," he said, "I've been attracted
to you for a while now and we could have not wasted all of this time."

He was eighteen at the time and I was fifteen.

We planned to meet up.  He would pick me up and he would drive us to his
house.  His mother wouldn't be home that night.

I walk down the street from my house and start wandering.  I often liked to
do that at night.  It was silent, nobody around.  I waited for his call.  I
was about four blocks down from my house when I received his call.

"I'm on my way," he said.  "Where are you?"

"I'm walking by the preschool."

"I'll be there in a second."

I waited for him and smoked a cigarette.  He pulled up to the side of the
road and I walked in front of his car so I could get into the passenger
side.

"You look so hot," he noted.

I blushed.

"You look hot, too," I said.  He really did.  I loved his shaggy black
hair.  His personality was so fun and carefree, too.  I really found him
fascinating.  His jaw line was masculine and his smile was cute.  He had
pretty green eyes and his smile brought me joy.  Not in a romantic way, but
just in any way that seeing someone so happy would make you.  He drove us
to his house.

We walked in the door and sat on the couch.  I got on top of him and went
to kiss him.

"Wait," he said.  "I want to hang out and enjoy each other before we start."

We sat and watched TV and smoked some pot for a while.  We went out back
for a cigarette and more pot.

"I'm happy you're here," he said.

I was happy too.

We went into his room and he threw me on the bed.

"Woah," I thought.

It was hot.  I wasn't used to being dominated like that, usually being the
dominant one.  He kissed my lips.  He bit down on my lower lip and rubbed
my body.  He grabbed me and groped me.  I was becoming very turned on and
my dick was hard (it was at 7 inches long now, by the way).  He kissed my
neck and bit on it.  He sucked on my earlobe, which nobody had done before.

"Holy shit," I moaned, "That's fucking hot.  Keep doing that."

He sucked on my earlobe more and made his way down to my neck once again.
 He sucked, hard.  He bit hard, too.  I loved it.  That's always been my
soft spot, rough sex.  It's great.  He grabbed me and pushed me down on his
mattress as he forced himself onto me.  It was great.

He slid my shirt off of me and started to kiss and bite on my collar bones.
 He made his way down.  I began to smoke another bowl that we already had
packed as he did so.  My dick was rock hard.  I was so turned on by him.
 He unbuttoned my pants and undid my zipper.  He slid them down and I
wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Holy shit, you're hot," he said as he smiled at me.

I loved the way he smiled and the way that he looked into my eyes as he did
so.

"I want your dick," he said.

That turned me on.  He put me into his mouth.

That's my favorite part of getting head.  When someone first puts your dick
into their mouth.  That initial sensation- the warmth of their mouth and
lips around your dick and the shivers it sends through your body.

He began to suck my dick and he was so good at it.  I continued to smoke
the bowl as he did so.

"Holy shit," I thought to myself, "this is fucking amazing."

He licked the shaft and up to the tip, then wrapped his lips around my cut
dick and moved his mouth as far down as he could go.  Surprisingly, he was
able to fit the whole thing in with little gagging.   I pulled him up to my
face by his shirt and pulled his mouth to mine.  We kissed.  I love
kissing.  I bit his lower lip and caressed his back with my hands.  I slid
his shirt up his body and felt his shoulders as I removed it from him.

Holy shit, his muscles were hot.  His shoulders, his pecks, everything.  He
felt strong and warm and affectionate.  I threw him down onto his back on
the bed and began to kiss his nipples and chest.  I kissed his shoulders
and bit them as I wrapped my arms around him.  I started to kiss down and
let my hands follow, scratching along his back.  I kissed the V area that's
on guys (I don't know what it's called) and slid down his jeans.  He had
such a nice dick and this was the first time I had seen it.

He was uncircumsized, which usually I don't prefer, but he was large, maybe
about 8 inches.  I put his dick in my mouth and sucked.  I played with it
with my tongue while it was inside of my mouth and rubbed it on my cheek.

"Oh fuck," he gasped, "you're good at this."

I ignored him and kept on going.  I sucked and licked on his balls because
he loved that.  I kissed the area around his crotch and licked there, too.
 I began to focus on the head of his dick, sucking on it and licking it.  I
could tell he was enjoying himself.

"Fuck me," he said.

I had no problem with that.  Quickly I put his knees up to his chest.  I
slid into him, slowly and allowing him to adjust to me.  He moaned and
closed his eyes with his head tilted to the right and on a pillow.  It
looked so hot to see my dick going inside of his ass.

After making sure that he was okay and fully adjusted, I started to fuck
him.  I pushed in and out as he moaned and grabbed another pillow, biting
it.  Holy shit, this was hot.

"Fuck me harder."

Once again, I had no problem with that.  I put his feet on my chest so I
could put my arms to the frame of the bed and I began to thrust in and out
of him.  Faster I went and louder he moaned.  I was getting close.  I
decided to try a different position before I came.

I pulled out of him and picked him up, kissed him then threw him on the
floor.  He was stomach down and I put myself inside of him.  He moaned some
more and breathed heavy.  I kissed and bit his shoulders and scratched him
as I pounded his ass.  He managed to jerk himself off as I fucked him.

"I'm getting close," I told him.

"Fuck, me too."

I pulled out of him and flipped him around, kissing him while I still
jerked myself off as he did himself.  His legs were over mine and we kissed
until we both shot huge loads all over each other.

He seemed to not have a problem with not fucking me.  I never had been
fucked before in this part of my life and I hadn't planned to any time
soon.  I didn't like the idea of it.  I tried once with him later, but
decided that I didn't like it and he understood.

We kissed and then went to the bathroom and cleaned up.  We both dressed
and got in his car so he could take me to my house.

In the car on the way back, he brought up how hot it was.  I agreed.

"Do you want to do it again soon?"

"Definitely."

"You know that nobody can know," he said, "right?"

"I won't tell anyone," I responded.

He emphasized that no one from our group could know and that what we were
doing was illegal.  I understood and respected that.  We kissed again and
then I got out of his car and walked up to my empty house.




This is where I'll leave off.  I apologize for focusing a lot of this
segment on my personal life and not mainly on sex.  In the future I'll rely
more heavily on sex, but I do thank anyone who read it this far and am
appreciative.  If you want to give me feedback you can email me at
blakelt27@gmail.com and I may respond.  I'm not certain that I'll post on
nifty again because this is my first time and I feel like I kind of sucked
at it, but I might and I think I'll get better.  Hopefully they'll approve
it (if they have to?) and this will be posted.

Thank you all for your time.