Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2013 00:02:45 -0500
From: Onizuka Echi <gto420@gmail.com>
Subject: The Oldest Ring Bearer Part 2

The Oldest Ring Bearer-Part 2

Disclaimer:

Please don't copy my stuff, print it, or call it your own.

The following story is purely fiction, and its contents are obviously a
wild fantasy. The following story contains consensual sexual content
between a man and twelve year old boy.

I'm a diaper lover, but I tried my best to write in a way that anybody
could enjoy the story. Diapers are not a focus.

I have two other stories on nifty- one complete, one unfinished. Google my
email.

This is the second part of "The Oldest Ring Bearer". It's not a second
chapter. I wrote the first part as a stand alone story, and after much
positive feedback, I decided to write a second part. I was surprised to
hear from so many people that for the first time, diapers were a turn on
for them.

Thanks for reading!

...

The smell of apples stirred me from a deep sleep. The crying that I had
done earlier in the evening left my eyes full of sleep, and it took a few
minutes for them to focus. I found myself still wrapped in David's arms,
and smiled contentedly. Trying to be as discreet as I could, I craned my
head over his chest to find that it was still pretty early- only 6:30AM. Of
course I had to pee, but I didn't want to wake David- and then I remembered
the pull-up I had neglected to take off last night. I needed to go pretty
bad, so decided to once again pee in the diaper. I concentrated as hard as
I could, but the morning wood I was afflicted with was making it really
hard. I tried to manoeuvre a hand down to my pyjama bottoms to try and
relieve myself, but I couldn't reach.

I decided to make a game out of it. My crotch was up against David's leg,
and whenever I pressed against his leg, I got a bolt of pleasure. Trying
not to wake him up, I slowly started to push and relax- a slow and steady
humping rhythm. I could feel my hard penis rubbing against the soft padding
of the diaper, the foreskin retracting with every hump. Once I realized
that David was in a deep sleep, I got more daring with each movement. My
humping became deeper on his leg, and I sped up as I felt my body getting
ready to orgasm. Each thrust sent my body into new realms of pleasure, and
the pressure of my bladder made me hump with greater urgency. With one
final hump against his leg, I felt my penis pulse as the orgasm coursed
through my body. I stayed pressed against his leg as long as my penis could
stand it, then relaxed my body once I became sensitive.

I couldn't believe I pulled it off. I was sure David would wake up once I
climaxed, but he stayed in his deep sleep. Once I felt like moving again, I
decided to try and pee. I had never peed lying down before, so even with a
soft penis it was still hard. It started as a little trickle, which turned
quickly into a torrent. Just like before, the thirsty diaper sucked away
the wetness, leaving a warm mass of padding on my penis. I imagined what
David might experience- a really warm feeling all of a sudden on his
leg. The thought made me giggle, and I quickly stifled it before I woke him
up.

My torrent turned into a trickle again, and I enjoyed the warmth
surrounding my crotch. Once again, I didn't feel like staying in my pee,
but I had little choice but to wait it out until David woke up. Relaxing
again, I let my body slowly drift off to sleep.

...

I woke up. Not in my bed anymore with David, but in his Mustang! I was
still dressed in my pyjamas, and he was in his white tux. My wet diaper now
felt uncomfortable, wet, and itchy.

"Where are we going?" I said, groggily.

"Ha ha ha. Laugh it up now." David said, rolling his eyes. "Next thing
you're going to tell me is you don't want to get married." he winked.

"We..we're getting married??" I stuttered. "What happened to the hotel?"

Completely ignoring my question, David pointed to the same church my sister
had been married in.

"Honey, now's not the time for games. Everybody is waiting for us."

"I think I should use the bathroom befo.."

"Nonsense. Just go in the diaper, nobody will notice. I promise!" David
interrupted.

Next thing I knew, David had opened my side of the car, easily pulled me
out, and carried me into the sanctuary- cradling me in his arms. My bladder
ached.

My whole family was there, and all of my friends. My sister stood next to
the minister, dressed in the same dress she made her bridesmaids wear, and
her new husband, Alex, was the best man. The groomsmen were all wearing the
same white tuxedo that David was wearing. We had somehow made it all the
way up to the minister, and David set me down in front of him, still
wearing my pyjamas and wet diaper!

"I don't think I'm ready for this, David. I'm not really dressed up.." I
quickly whispered to him.

"Don't worry! We're almost done!" David said, looking down at me.

I caught Alex's eye, and just like David had done to me at my sister's
wedding, he nodded- I looked behind me to see my dad suddenly stand up. He
was obviously nervous. He walked like a penguin up to Alex, and presented a
pillow with rings on it. My dad started to fidget, and before Alex could
untie the rings, I felt my aching bladder release into my pants!

Thinking I could save myself from embarrassment, I grabbed the pillow from
my dad, and dropped to the floor in an attempt to soak up the pee. I landed
funny, and fell over- landing in my own puddle. I jumped up, and hit my
head on the light fixture above my bed.

My bed! I yelped and rubbed my head where I had hit it.

I frantically looked around- my bed was a mess, and I held a soaking wet
pillow in my hands. The digital clock read 10:30 AM. There was no sign of
David. Realizing I had a nightmare, I shook my head, trying to gather my
bearings. I felt cold, and wet. Looking down at myself, I realized why I
such a strange ending to my dream- My pyjamas were wet from my feet to my
shoulders, and the diaper between my legs was so heavy with pee, it
sagged. I could have sworn my diaper held when I peed earlier- then I
realized I must have really peed when I peed in the dream!

A knock came from the door.

"Honey, what was that noise? Are you okay?" I heard my mother call out.

Before I got a chance to respond, my mother walked into the room.

I was still holding my wet pillow, standing in the wet spot in my bed.

"BEN! Oh my goodness!" My mom shouted. "Why are you all wet!"

"I...um...had an accident?" I said.

"Oh honey. I knew I saw you drinking too much Coke at the reception!" My
mother groaned. "Are you feeling okay? Put that pillow down!"

My mom started to pull me off the bed, and I dropped the pillow. She
immediately put her hand on my forehead, as I struggled to get away.

"I'm fine mom!" I said, pushing her away.

"Are you wearing a pull-up?" She asked, holding my wrists.

"Oh, yea...I must have forgotten to take it off last night. I was really
tired.." I said, turning my face from hers. I felt really bad lying to my
mom, but I didn't have a choice.

"Go take a shower. Scrub yourself really well."  She said, starting to take
of the wet sheets. "I really hope the mattress isn't ruined.."

As she stripped the bed, I got out of my room as fast as I could, and into
the bathroom. Peeling off my pyjamas and then my diaper, I realized that I
had peed more than I had ever peed before. The Coke must have taken its
toll on my system! The diaper was heavy and wet, and my pyjamas didn't have
a dry spot on them.

I quickly hopped into the shower, leaving my soiled clothes on the
floor. Not needing a cold blast, I used a warm temperature, and scrubbed as
hard as I could to get any evidence of my accident off of me. I didn't
think I had time to play, so I got my shower done as fast as I could. I
hopped out, and grabbed a towel. Drying off fast, I opened the door, and
ran back to my room with my towel wrapped around me. I checked out the
damage to the bed- there was a large yellow spot from where I was sleeping,
and my bedsheets were piled in the corner.

Thankfully, my mom was gone by the time I had gotten back. She left my
clothes for me on the edge of the bed- a pair of khaki shorts, shoes, blue
t-shirt, white socks, a pull-up, and a pair of white underpants. While I
wanted to wear another diaper, I didn't want my mom to think I enjoyed
wearing them. I chose the underpants.

I left the room for the living room after getting dressed, finding my mom
and dad waiting for me.

"How are you feeling, Ben? Your mom said you had an accident?" My dad
asked. My mother didn't look mad, but she clearly wanted an explanation.

"Well, I was having this dream, and in it I was getting.." I stopped myself
before telling my parents their son was getting married to the best man. "I
was getting in line to use the bathroom, and I guess I couldn't hold it..."

"You had an accident in your dream?" My mother said, surprised.

"Yes?" I said. I didn't even believe myself.

Both my parents looked at me like I was damaged goods.

"I'm sure it was a one time thing...I've never wet the bed before. It won't
happen again. I promise." I tried to look as guilty as possible.

"Let's hope so." My mother said. "Dawn and Alex left this morning for
Mexico, and everybody else is waiting for us downstairs to have
breakfast. Let's go."

Happy to be on a different subject, I followed my parents out of the suite,
and downstairs to the restaurant.

Thankfully, the ride was silent. I could tell my parents were still
worried, but they had seemed placated by my waiting in line story.

Entering the restaurant, we spotted all of the new in-laws, and most of the
wedding party. They all looked hung over, and everybody was silent. I saw
David, and he patted a seat next to him. I quickly left my parents, and had
a seat. The smell of green apples made me giddy.

"When did you leave this morning?" I asked him in a whisper.

"Around 8. You were sound asleep, and wrapped around me. I'm surprised you
didn't wake up."  He replied.

"Were you wet?" I asked.

"Was I wet?" He repeated, a confused look on his face. "What kind of
question.."

Just then, the waiter came by. I realized this wouldn't be the best time to
talk about sleeping with David, so I let it drop.

Breakfast was a non-event. Everybody but me seemed too tired to talk, and
we mostly ate in silence. It amazed me- everybody was having a blast last
night, with all that booze...what's the point if you're just going to be
useless the next day?

My mom looked especially tired. She had worked hard for my sisters wedding,
and now that it was over, she seemed to have deflated. She and dad spoke in
hushed tones.

The bridesmaid that had David's attention last night kept trying to make
eye contact with him, but he avoided her stare. Instead, David used his
foot to rub my bare leg, which was making me very happy.

Nothing was said between us the entire time, and it felt strangely naughty
to be sitting next to my new lover.

Once breakfast was over, we all headed up back to our suite. Alex's parents
departed quickly, as did the other groomsmen and bridesmaids.  David stuck
around, playing video games with me on the couch. I don't know why David
wanted to play with me, as I beat him at every game we played. My dad was
in no hurry to leave, as checkout wasn't until later in the afternoon. He
and my mom sat with us, watching us play. I was starting to feel sad again,
realizing that I only had a few hours to be with David.

Thankfully, my parents got up after a while, and went to sit on the balcony
overlooking the city.

As soon as the door closed, David hit pause on his controller.

"I just want to say, I really do love you. I know you probably don't really
understand what that means, but I wanted you to know." As soon as David
said it, he blushed.

I was never any good at mushy stuff like love, but was pretty sure I loved
him too.

"I love you too." I said, nudging him with my elbow, trying not to be
awkward.

David looked around to the balcony, then looked back at me. "Do you want to
hang out more today?" David asked.

"I'd love to!" I responded.

"Your parents are looking pretty tired, they might be open to unloading you
for the rest of the day. I bet I could even get them to let you hang out
with me until tomorrow." David said confidently.

"No way!" I said, pushing him away with my hand. The sadness that had crept
in after breakfast was starting to lift.

"Just watch." David said. Tossing his controller on the table, he got up
and headed towards the balcony.

Once he closed the door behind him, I strained to listen from my seat on
the couch. All I could get was a few muffled words.  Suddenly, my dad stood
up, and gave David handshake. My mom stood, gave David a hug, and made her
way back inside. I quickly made like a teenager, spread out on the couch,
and unpaused the game.

"Feet off the couch." Mom said.

I sat up straight, dumped the controller and tried to look as angelic as
possible.

My mom came and sat next to me on the couch.

"Ben, sweetie, your dad and I are pretty tired. We both feel that the
wedding was great, but we need to have a quiet day."

I pulled my arms behind my back feigning a stretch. I crossed all my
fingers.

"We also feel that you need to have a quiet day as well. Yesterday was
pretty crazy, and you wet your bed last night."

I crossed my toes in my socks.

"But you did do your sister a big favour yesterday, and you are on summer
break..." She trailed off, killing me with suspense.

"So how about you spend the day with David? He'll make sure you take it
easy today, and you can even spend the night at his house if you want."

I desperately tried to keep the look of ecstasy off of my face. My parents
obviously didn't know the extent to which David "helped" me yesterday, but
they obviously saw how well we got along.

"Sure, I guess. If you need a few days off, I understand, mom." She looked
relieved.

"I guess I can't fool you, huh?" My mom said, kissing me on the cheek and
pulling me into a hug.

I let her hug, enjoying the closeness.

"We'll go home first, you can pick up what you need. Do you need to go to
the bathroom before we leave?" My mom said, half serious.

I rolled my eyes.

"Sheesh! There's no helping you!" She chided. "Go get packed up, and we can
leave as soon as your dad feels he's gotten his money's worth."  She said,
taking her turn to roll her eyes.

As I went to my bedroom to get packed up, I made eye contact with David out
on the balcony. I could swear he gave me the tiniest wink.

Once I was ready to go, I put my bag and the two plastic bags of clothes I
had managed to soil by the door. My mom cleaned up the rest of the suite
while my dad and David continued to chat.

I headed to the bathroom to have a pee. Wearing underwear all morning felt
really different after the bulk of the pull-up, and I found I was missing
the feeling. I'd have to make sure I brought a few to have with
David. Hovering over a toilet for the first time in many hours, I pulled
down my shorts and underwear and started to pee. It felt like ages since
yesterday morning, when I was target practicing with my own toilet. A lot
had happened- I faced the trauma of peeing my pants in front of millions of
people. I wore a diaper. I peed in the diaper. I had the biggest burger in
the world. I was masturbated by my dream guy. I had the finger of my dream
guy up my butt. Phew!

I finished, flushed, and washed my hands. When I came out, my dad had
decided it was time to start thinking about leaving- he was going through
every room to make sure nothing was left behind. David was chatting with my
mom, but suddenly went silent. I knew they had been talking about
me. Adults could be so dumb sometimes.

"Well.." David started. "I should get going. I've got to make sure I have
the place ready for you!" His smile made me feel warm.

My dad came back out to see him out the door. "Thanks again, David. We'll
see you later today." They shook hands one more time, and David left.

The sigh I breathed must have been loud, because my mom stood up and said
"Maybe you should have a nap before you do anything else today."

"Leave the boy alone." My dad said. "He's twelve. Now grab a bag."

...

Leaving the hotel was nothing but embarrassing. My mom tried to be discreet
about the mattress I ruined, but the manager who was doing our checkout
wasn't having any of it. He ranted at my parents about "the bedwetter" and
other things, making a scene in a very busy lobby. They ended up not
charging us, only because my dad had spent so much money over the
weekend. I was relieved, not only for myself, but for my parents as
well. They didn't look like they had the energy to deal with the cost of a
new mattress.

Once we got home, my mom did insist on me lying down, "for a few
minutes". I hopped on my bed and put my feet up. I watched as she went
around, putting things away. She didn't say anything about the missing
pull-ups from my bag, but put the remaining ones at the foot of my bed.

"Ben, you've never wet your bed before. Are you sure you're feeling okay?
Was it just the Coke you had last night?" She said, dumping my soiled
clothes in my hamper.

"Mom, it was just an accident. I'm feeling fine."

"I want you to wear a pull-up for your nap. If you spend the night at
David's You have to wear one there, too."

This was a given in my mind, as I did enjoy the feeling of diapers-
especially when David changed me.

"You aren't going to make a fuss about it?" My mom asked.

"Well, I think it might be a good idea. I don't want to ruin David's bed."
I said.

My mom smiled at me. "Thanks for understanding Ben." She sat down at the
foot of my bed, and started to untie my shoes. My mom still dressed and
undressed me sometimes, and while I felt I was probably getting a too old
for it, she seemed to enjoy it, and I liked the attention. She pulled my
shoes off, leaving my socks on and had me stand up by the side of my bed as
she pulled at my blue t-shirt. I lifted my arms so she could pull it off,
then she undid my shorts and pulled them and my underwear off. She picked
up a diaper from the bed, and held it out for me. Once she pulled it up,
she pulled back the blanket on my bed. I laid down, and she tucked me
in. She spent a few more minutes folding my clothes, then left my room.

I didn't really feel that tired, but it did feel good to lie there in just
a diaper. The cool sheets felt good against my body, and I realized that no
matter how nice a hotel is, your own pillow will always be better.

I must have dozed off, because next thing I knew, David was gently waking
me up again.

"Kiddo. Wake up. All you do is sleep!" David was standing over me, rubbing
my chest.

"Hey, that tickles!" I said, pushing his hand away.

"Are you going to lay there all day? Or do you want to come and hang out
with me?"

David didn't need to say anymore.

I jumped out of bed, showing off my diaper, and raced around the room
getting things I needed for the sleepover. I grabbed an extra set of
clothes, swim trunks(he had a huge pool in his backyard), pyjamas, some
underpants and socks, my toiletries, and a few extra diapers. David smiled
at me.

When I started to pull my diaper off to get into some underwear, David
stopped me.

"Are you dry?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Just keep them on."

I shrugged, left them on, and got dressed.

Once I had my shoes on, and was satisfied I had everything I needed, David
and I headed downstairs.

My parents were on the couch in the living room, making eyes at each
other. My mom had a glass of wine in her hand, and once again was speaking
animatedly to my dad.

I think my mom said "Behave.", but she might have been saying it more to my
dad than to me.

I could barely contain my excitement as we approached David's car. It was
still late in the afternoon, we would have plenty of time to be with each
other!

"So." David said, starting up his green apple smelling Mustang. "Have I got
plans for us!"

I already knew what his plans were, and I was excited. I imagined going to
his house(it was pretty big- I knew David had money, but didn't know what
he did), getting naked, and "playing" all day and into the night. David had
seen me naked a lot this weekend, and I was beginning to get curious about
what he looked like naked.

"I thought we'd go over to the club, play some racquetball, take a dip in
the pool, and then get some dinner. Sound okay?" David asked, as we drove.

"Yeah, that sounds cool." I said. I tried my best to sound excited, but I
couldn't help being a little disappointed that he didn't want to just
"play".  While I knew David was into sports and activity, I was more into
technology, and video games. The way I kicked his butt at the hotel was a
testament to that.

"Have you ever played racquetball?" David asked, trying to perk my
interest.

"No, Isn't it dangerous?" I replied.

He spent a moment in thought, and said "Well I guess anything could be
dangerous. Give it a try, and if you don't like it, we don't have to play."

I wasn't entirely convinced, but decided to go along with it. David was an
amazing guy, and if he played racquetball all the time, maybe I could give
it a try.

"Okay. I'll try it. But if I get injured, it's your fault." I said.

"Whatever. You're going to have so much fun, you won't want to stop."

David and I had known each other for more than a year up to this point, but
there was still a lot I didn't know about him. I knew he had money, and
that he worked really hard, but I had no idea what he did. He had all sorts
of connections, and his club was telling. As we pulled up to it, I was awed
by the castle like structure. It looked old, and weathered- but was clearly
well maintained. When we got out, the attendant took my bag without asking,
and another got into the car and drove off. The attendant led the way
through the entrance. Inside, the cavernous entryway was glorious. The
walls were made of a very dark wood, and dark shiny leather lined every
seat. All of the fixtures were wrapped in brass, and the marble floor
looked like a mirror. I suddenly felt very underdressed in my shorts and
t-shirt.

It didn't seem like many people were there to run the place, except for the
attendant and a few older men sitting by a fire.

The attendant brought us into a room that looked like a locker room. My
experience with locker rooms were of the sixth grade variety, lots of
metal, urine, and graffiti. This locker room smelled like leather, and
cologne. It was outfitted like the lobby, and I was shocked when David
pressed open his locker- it was bigger than the closet I had at home. I
realized then that I hadn't brought any gym clothes, I guess my swim trunks
and t-shirt would have to do.

I sat down on the bench across from David's locker, and decided to watch
him get undressed. He started with his shirt, a green polo shirt that
hugged his body. He peeled it off, revealing a smooth tanned chest, with
defined muscles. He was no muscle man, but I was impressed but the muscles
I did see. Noting my fascination with his body, he started to show off. I
looked around for other people in the room, but nobody else was there. When
he started to flex, I could feel my penis start to get hard. His pecs
didn't look like the silly man boobs most meatheads had, but perfect curves
of muscle they should be. He had abs, and they rippled as he moved
around. The biceps on his arms moved beneath his skin, and I was jealous of
the definition his body had.

He moved his hands to his dress pants, and after kicking off his shoes and
socks, undid his belt, and pulled his pants down. He was wearing white
underwear, just like the kind I wore, except his bulged out at the front a
lot more than mine did. He gave me a wink once we made eye contact, and
then he finished his show by whipping out a pair of white athletic shorts
from his closet, and pulling them on. I realized that during his show, I
was holding my breath. I gasped for air, and he chuckled. My penis was
hard.

"Are you going to change?" David asked, putting on sneakers.

"Can I just wear my trunks and a t-shirt?"

"No, just wear your diaper." David said, pulling on a black athletic shirt.

I gave him a dirty look, and opened up my bag. I pulled out my trunks, and
before anybody could come in and see my diaper and boner, I pulled
everything down at the same time. Because I hadn't removed my shoes, my
shorts got tangled at my ankles, and in my panic, I flopped over. Giggling,
I clumsily pulled off my shoes, shorts and diaper laying down- and for only
a moment was naked as I slipped on my trunks over my hard penis. David
reached out for my hand and pulled me up. I put my shoes back on, and
tossed my clothes into his locker. David reached in, and produced two
racquets, some goggles, and blue balls. He led the way out.

I had never played racquet ball, and so I had no idea what I was getting
into. We passed about five courts, all encased in glass. The games going on
looked intense, the men inside grunting and screaming with each hit they
aimed at the wall in front of them. They were hitting those balls hard, and
were running and jumping around the room. I began to become worried that I
was going to embarrass David. He didn't seem to notice my apprehension
though, and led the way to a court far away from the active games. We both
entered through a small door.

"Ben, don't worry about being a star right away. Just hit the ball, okay?"
David said, handing me a racquet and goggles.

I slipped the goggles on, and David tightened them to my face. My vision
became distorted, and I began to freak out over not being able to see
clearly.

Before I could say anything about the state of my eyesight, David bounced
the ball once, and hit it with his racquet. The ball hit the front wall,
and then came flying(okay, more came floating) towards me, and I reacted
with the hardest hit I could muster. The ball connected with my racquet,
hit the wall in front of me, came right back and nailed me in the
forehead. I was on the ground before I knew what happened.

"Holy crap!" David shouted. "Are you okay?"

I felt winded, and stupid for hitting myself with the ball. But it felt
really good to have that ball connect on my first try! I hastily stood up,
and shook it off.

"I'm fine. Serve it again!" I said. I felt dizzy.

"Are you sure?" David asked. "We could just go swimming." David suggested.

"SERVE!" I said. I was feeling good about how I nailed the ball.

"Okay. Just next time, don't hit so hard. Try to only hit after the ball
hits the floor once!"  David said, as he bounced the ball in front of him.

He served again, and this time I was ready for the speed. Like his first
serve, he didn't hit it as hard as the other people I saw play. I kept my
eye on the ball, and after letting it bounce once, I returned his serve
with a more reserved hit.

"Nice shot!" David said, as he got in position to hit the ball back to
me. Once he hit, I easily got into my position to hit back. We got into an
slow rhythm, and I started to see why racquetball could be fun.

Our first official rally lasted only a few more hits, but I was hooked. As
David taught me more about the game, I became more and more excited about
playing. He taught me all the rules, and then how to serve. Before I knew
it, we were playing our first full game. He easily beat me, but I felt good
about the points I was able to score when it was my chance to serve. When
our second game came to a close and David suggested that we quit, I whined.

"You just want to quit because I scored ten points that last game." I
taunted, sweat dripping off my face.

"No, I want to quit because I'm getting tired."  David said, wiping his
brow. "Told ya you wouldn't want to stop."

I glared at him. "Come on!" I pleaded. "Just one more game!"

"No. I want to save some energy for later." David said, giving me a
wink. "Let's go for a shower, and the pool. You smell funny."

I actually debated arguing his point in my head. It felt good to hit that
ball but I also really wanted play a different game at David's house.

"Fine. I'll just have to beat you another day." I said, leading the way out
of the court.

I was actually strutting leaving the court back to the locker room. I was
proud of myself for learning a new game so fast, and was surprised that I
was able to physically keep up with David. Maybe I could look like David
did in when I grew up?

Once we got back to the locker room, David quickly changed out of his
shorts and into his bathing suit, keeping his back to me. I took off my
shirt, and tossed it into his locker. He then led the way through a
different set of doors, to the shower room. It was a big space, and lined
with lots of marble. David walked right into the shower, and hit a button
on the wall. Water poured out of the ceiling, and it looked like
rain. There was a sign on the wall that David had apparently ignored, it
said no clothing in the showers. He still had his bathing suit on.

"Hey David, aren't you going to take your trunks off?" I said.

I guess he couldn't hear me, as he kept his back to me, and showered. Not
wanting to break the rules, I pulled down my own trunks, and put them on a
hook by the wall. I hit a similar button on the wall, and soon perfectly
warmed water poured down on me. There was a button for shampoo and soap,
and after dispensing a bit of soap, I washed off my sweaty body. I had a
chance to collect my thoughts as I watched David showering. "Why was he
being so shy around me?" I thought. I had shown him my body, why wouldn't
he show me his?

David finished his showering, hit the button again, and the rain stopped. I
reached for the shampoo, and started to wash my hair as he watched. Just
seeing him watch me shower started to get my penis hard, and I all of a
sudden became aware of my own nakedness. I quickly finished, then hit the
button like he did. I grabbed my trunks as he led the way out of the
shower. We passed a rack of towels, he threw one to me, and old me to put
my trunks on. After pulling them on, I followed him past another set of
showers, through a really steamy room, and then into the pool area. It was
empty. We had the massive pool to ourselves.

I loved the water, and immediately ran to the deep end, and did a cannon
ball in. As I did laps back and forth, David watched in amusement. After
soaking for a few minutes, he joined me, and soon we were racing each
other. Once we decided that we were tired of that, David took to grabbing
me, and launching me as far as he could into the air. I was amazed by his
strength, and enjoyed the feeling of his hands on my body. Just like in the
shower room, I began to get hard with all his attention. When I came up
after a particularly far throw, I couldn't find David. I looked towards the
entrance, and I spotted both of our towels hanging on the rack. Before I
could look the other direction, I felt him underneath me, grabbing my
waist, pulling me under. In the seconds we were under, I felt his hands on
my penis, through my trunks. The slipperiness of his hands over my body was
electric, and when we both came up, I used my legs to squeeze his body
closer to mine. He supported me with his hands on my back, and we moved in
for a quick kiss. When I pulled away, I asked about his shyness.

"Why did you leave your trunks on to shower?"

"I don't know. Old habits die hard?" David said. "I grew up in a very
modest family. We weren't naked around each other, let alone public
places."

My family wasn't as modest, I guess. I never really had problems being
naked in places like a shower, or around the house. I squeezed harder,
feeling my penis rub against the confines of my trunks.

"I dreamed last night that we got married." I said, smiling.

"What?" David said, briefly going under from the shock.

I released my legs, and swam away from him, getting out of the pool.

When he resurfaced at the steps, I was already draped in my towel.

"Wait a minute. You can't just say something like that." David
sputtered. You dreamt that we got married??"

"Yup. Although, I guess we didn't actually get married."  I said. "I wet my
pants again, before my dad could get the rings off the pillow."

"Your dad was the ring bearer?" David shouted.

"Shhh! Somebody will hear us."  I tossed David his towel, and he followed
me out of the pool room.

We hit the showers one more time, just for a rinse. I shucked my trunks,
and once again, David kept his on. My bladder was getting full, so I
started peeing right there in the shower. David watched intently, but
turned away and wrapped a towel around his waist. I did the same, and
followed David back to the locker room where we dried off.  I wouldn't
answer any more of David's questions, so we both got dressed in silence. I
undid my towel, and watched David do the same. Once again, he did it with
his back to me. I did get a good view of his butt. White, just like mine.

I towelled myself off, and then reached into the closet dropping my towel
on the floor. I waited for David to pull on his briefs, and turn back
towards me. I continued to dress, pulling out the pull-up I was wearing
earlier, and pulling it on. I did a little dance, taking time with my
shorts. I didn't have another clean shirt, except for the one I had for
tomorrow. Realizing my dilemma, David pulled out the smallest t-shirt he
could find, and threw it to me. Being a smaller twelve year old(so what if
I was a few inches shy of five feet) I was swimming in his oversized shirt.

Once the show was over, David finished dressing, and we both combed our
hair in the mirror on the door of his locker. Once we were both satisfied,
he led the way out of the club. The same attendant that had grabbed my bag
once again took it, and followed David out to his waiting car. Before
leaving, David handed the attendant a twenty dollar bill, and said "See you
Tuesday." The attendant just nodded, and went back into the club.

"That place is amazing. Thanks for bringing me!" I said.

"You're welcome. You can come back anytime." David said, as we got back in
his car. "It's pushing seven. Do you want to order a pizza? Or do you want
to check out a restaurant?"

This question was too easy. After all of the activity at the club, I felt
like lazing around.

"Let's order a pizza."

"Easy." David hit a button on his steering wheel, and as we were zooming
down the highway back to his house, ordered a large pepperoni pizza.  ...

I had been to David's house a handful of times. It was pretty big, but
decorated very modestly. Because he lived alone, his furniture was an odd
collection of random chairs, and sofas. There were at least three bedrooms
and two bathrooms on the main floor, and a large master bedroom upstairs. I
had never been upstairs, but was hoping for a formal tour now that we were
in love!

David pulled his car into his garage, and we got out. I grabbed my bag, and
followed him through his garage, into the main entrance. It opened up into
his large living room, and his large kitchen and dining room were visible
just on the opposite side.

I dumped my bag on one of the chairs, and sank myself into his overstuffed
sofa. David knelt in front of me, and untied my shoes. He pulled them off,
and grabbing my ankles, swung my legs up and onto the sofa. He ran his hand
his hands up my sock covered feet, up my smooth legs. Just as he reached
the hem of my shorts, the doorbell rang.

"Damn." He said. "Lets eat first."

I sighed, as he stood up and headed towards the entryway. After he had
opened up the door, and began talking to the pizza guy, I decided to have a
bit of fun. I leapt over the sofa, ran towards David, and slid in my socked
feet up next to him. The delivery guy was just a teenager, couldn't be
older than seventeen. As David pulled out his wallet, I moved my hand
behind David, and rested it on his butt. David stuttered. The delivery guy
didn't seem to notice or care. David tried to shift around to get me to
move my hand, but it stayed put. As soon as the pizza was handed over, I
brought my other hand up, and rested it on his growing penis. The delivery
guy noticed that move, and turned his shocked face away from the scene.

Blushing, David quickly finished the transaction, and ended up shutting the
door on the poor guy.

"Uh, thanks for the pizza. Keep the change!" David shouted, through the
door.

"What are you doing?" David asked.

"I dunno, I realized I never felt your penis, so I thought i'd feel it." I
replied. "Feels big."

David looked at me with a shocked expression, as I took the pizza away and
brought it to his kitchen table. I flipped the box open, and grabbed a
slice, sitting down. I kept my eyes on David as he moved towards the
table. I could still see the outline of his penis through his dress pants,
and while my curiosity was sated for now, I really wanted to see his dick.

We ate in silence, David keeping an eye on me while I ate. I used my foot
to rub his leg like he did mine at breakfast, and that seemed to make him
relax a little more. After his first slice, David got up and went to his
fridge.

"Want something to drink?" David asked.

"Milk please."

David reached in, pulled out a carton, and filled two glasses. The pizza
had made me thirsty, so I downed about half of my glass in one gulp.

"So...we got married in your dreams last night?" David asked.

"Yeah. You wore your white tuxedo and everything." I said, biting into my
second slice. "I was just wearing my pyjamas, but you didn't care. You even
carried me in like your bride! Everybody was there. My dad was the ring
bearer- but he didn't wet his pants. I did."

David stifled a laugh and shook his head. "I can't see your dad as a ring
bearer."

"I couldn't either. It was really stupid. Anyway, the dream ended when I
wet my pants. I peed in real life, and ended up wetting my bed. I was
soaked." I said, through a mouthful of pizza.

"Your mom told me. She said if you spend the night with me, you had to wear
a diaper. Think you can handle that?" David said, smirking.

"I guess so." I said. I wriggled my hips in my seat, enjoying the padding
between my legs.

Once dinner was finished, David cleaned up as I finished my drink. When he
came back to the table I lifted my arms, like I wanted to be picked up.

"Come here, my bride!" David said.

He picked me up in his strong arms, and carried me towards his couch. It
made me feel really good to be held like that, and I felt my penis stir. He
gently laid me down on his couch, and instead of undressing me, he started
to undress himself. He pulled off his his tight shirt, and revealed his
smooth torso. The same tanned muscles that greeted me at the club seemed
more pronounced at home. His body flexed with every move, and I could feel
my penis react. He kicked off his shoes and socks.

David went to his pants, and slowly undid his belt. I sat up, went right to
his waistband, and started to undo his button. Once it snapped open, I
unzipped him, and let his pants fall to the ground. His white briefs
bulged- more than they did at the club. When I started to reach for his
waistband, he grabbed my hands, and told me to wait. He pushed me back
down, and started feeling me all over my body. He moved his hands up and
down the sides of my torso, and then used his palm to rub deeply into my
crotch. I squirmed with the stimulation. He pulled my oversized shirt off
and quickly unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down and off my
legs. Lastly he pulled my socks off, leaving me in just my diaper. I
realized at that point that we had never played around without David having
to clean me up first!

With David just in his underpants, and me in my diaper, it must have been a
sight. I decided to take charge, and finally see what was in Davids
pants. I reached back up, and tugged at the sides of his briefs. As I
pulled them down, his "V" lines revealed themselves to me, and gradually
revealed his mature body. Nakedness just happened in my family, I saw both
my parents naked often, and I was of course used to being dressed by my
mom. David looked nothing like my dad, it looked like he either shaved or
trimmed the curly black hair that was uncovered by his slowly dropping
briefs. The bulge in his pants finally appeared- it popped out and was
semi-hard. He wasn't as big as my dad either, and it looked like I could
easily wrap my fingers around his shaft. I guessed he was about five inches
long, and my hand reached up to see how it felt. I eased my fingers around
his uncut penis, and he shuddered when I made contact. I moved my hand up
and down his shaft a few times, and made him erect almost instantly. His
penis now pointed up, and he looked down intently at my hand. I moved my
hand towards his balls, and cupped them. They felt a lot different than
mine. His balls felt firm and large in his sack, and they hung freely
underneath his hard penis. I moved my hand back up, this time gripping the
tip of his penis.

David grabbed my hand, and pulled it away. "You're going to make me come,
Ben. Not yet."

He pulled me up, and we traded places on the couch. He laid down, and
patted his thighs. I crawled up, and straddled his legs. Once I was in
place, he ripped the sides of my pull-up open, and pulled it away. The
differences in our bodies was huge, his penis and balls were a darker
colour than his skin, and his balls hung low between his legs. My penis and
balls were pink like my skin, and my balls were tight up against my body. I
didn't have any hair. My penis was rock hard, and pointing to the ceiling
just like his did. David played with my penis the same way I played with
him, first running his fingers up and down my shaft, manipulating my
foreskin, and then played gently with the soft skin covering my balls. He
pulled me closer to him, and we kissed. I felt his hard penis against my
butt, and he started to rub his hand up and down my crack like he had done
the day before. I propped myself up with my arms on his chest, and looked
into his eyes.

"Your finger felt really good in me yesterday." I said.

"I was surprised you let me do that, actually. It didn't hurt at all?"
David said, continuing his rubbing.

"I guess a little, and my butt felt funny afterwards." I said,
frowning. "But it felt good while you were doing it."

I knew very little about gay sex, but I figured it had to with sticking
more than just a finger up a butt.

"Have you ever put your penis up a butt?" I asked David.

"I experimented in college. I had a lot of gay friends, and we hooked up
once in a while." David responded.

David's finger found its way to my hole again, and he started pushing at
it. I reached down between us, and started slowly masturbating myself. As
my fingers worked my foreskin up and down, I began to move up and down on
David's body. He stopped playing with my hole, and started to rub his penis
against my butt. It felt really good, and started to feel slimy. I reached
back with my free hand, and felt for his penis. It felt wet, and when I
brought my hand back to my face, gave my hand a whiff.

"It's just pre-come." David explained. It looked slippery, and clear. I
reached down with my wet hand, and rubbed it all over my penis.

Seeing me do this, David moaned out an "Oh God." and started moving faster
against my bottom. I increased my speed as well, his slippery pre-come
making my penis slide all over his groin. David used his hand to press his
penis deep into my crack, and began coming on my butt, and back. The wet
warmth that spread on my butt made me feel really sexy, and I started to
have my own dry orgasm on David's groin. We pushed deeply against each
other, and held for what seemed like minutes. Our bodies finally relaxed,
and it felt really really good to just lay against David's chest, listening
to him breathe.

After a few minutes I was starting to get restless, so I sat up on David's
legs. I reached back to my butt, and felt the gooeyness of David's come. We
had learned about sperm in sex ed, but I never saw it before. I brought it
up to my face and sniffed, but didn't like the smell. David watched as I
spread it between my fingers.

"That's sperm." David said, as if explaining it to a small child.

"Duh." I said, wiping tit on his chest.

"I want to try your penis in my butt."

David smiled at my demand. "We can try, but it might not work out like you
want. If it was painful after my finger came out, it would be worse with my
dick."

"I still want to try." I said. I had already conquered racquetball, I felt
like I could "squeeze in" one more experience. My hand made its way back to
my penis, which started to grow with my touching. David started laughing at
me.

"You're a machine!" He said, taking my hand away, and using his own to
masturbate me. "But I can't get hard again for a little while. When you get
older, you have to wait between orgasms."

I was sad he couldn't go right there at the moment, but decided I wanted to
do it in his bed anyway. I peeled myself off David's legs, and stood up. My
butt still felt slimy. David pulled a tissue from a box, and wiped the come
off my butt.

"How about we get ready for bed, watch a movie, and see how you feel
later?" David asked.

"Sure!" I said. I looked forward to cuddling with David almost as much as I
did the sex. We both gathered our clothes, and my bag and headed upstairs
naked. I had never seen David's bedroom before, and when he opened the
doors to it, I was impressed by the large bed in the centre. He had windows
on all sides of his room, making me wonder why he was so shy at the
club. The attached bathroom was the same thing- a large jacuzzi tub, walk
in shower, toilet and sink all surrounded by windows. David made no attempt
at covering up.

"I thought you said you were modest?" I asked.

"I am. The windows only works one way. People can't see in."

David took my bag, and placed it on his bed.

"Did you poop today?" David asked, leading me into his bathroom.

"What? No." I said, giggling.

"If you want to try anal, you have to poop. Go poop." He said, pointing at
his toilet.

When I approached the toilet, the lid automatically raised.

"I don't think I have to go." I said, sitting down.

"Just try." David said, and left.

When I sat down, instead of the cold chill of a normal toilet seat, I was
greeted by a warm sensation. There was a digital panel on my left, with a
little green light next to a little seat icon. There were several other
buttons, all glowing red, with their own icons. I pressed a button, and
jumped when a warm stream of water hit my butt. The next button just blew
air all over my bottom, and the last button flushed.

"Success!" I heard from the other room.

"False alarm." I shouted back.

I must have sat there for another five minutes, pushing. All I could manage
was a pee. David walked into the bathroom, dressed in grey pyjama bottoms,
and a black tank top. He was holding my pyjamas and a new pull-up.

"If you can't go, I've got something that can help." David said. He placed
my things on the counter, and opened up the cabinet underneath the sink. He
pulled out a small blue jar, and after unscrewing the top, pulled out what
looked like a small pointy diamond.

"Stand up, and turn your butt to me." He said. I did what he said, and he
told me to touch my toes. I felt a cold slippery finger slip into my
bottom, and pull out again. I enjoyed the brief stimulation, but it left me
with a funny feeling in my guts.

"Just a suppository. If you didn't have to go before, you'll have to go
soon! Hold it as long as you can." David said. He washed his hands, and
went back to his room.

Sitting again on the seat, I succumbed to the boredom of waiting. I looked
down at my soft penis, amazed that it could look so normal after so much
action. I usually masturbated at least every night, but this weekend helped
me awaken to a whole new world of possibility. It seemed like I was
learning so much about my own sexuality with David, and I was grateful. His
"hands on" approach worked so much better than the gross and clinical sex
ed course at school. He made me feel so good. But then I had a terrifying
thought. This can't last forever- David was an adult, I was a kid. How were
we supposed to have a relationship together? Wouldn't people get worried if
we spent too much time with each other? I loved hanging out with kids my
age, but not even the greatest video game would interest me as much as
David did. I didn't even know if any of my friends were gay, just that they
were all immature like me. Teasing each other about sex was one thing, but
actually having sex was another. I suddenly felt like hanging out with my
friends would never be the same.

A painful cramp brought me out of my thoughts. My guts suddenly felt warm,
and I was beginning to feel sick. Sweat started to form on my body.

"I think it's working!" I yelled out.

David came back in, and stood over me. He started rubbing my back.

"Keep holding it. The longer you hold it, the better you'll feel
afterwards." David said.

My gut was churning. It felt like I had eaten molten lava, and I could hear
and feel bubbling as my gut rumbled away. David moved back, and leaned
against the counter watching.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I was tired of feeling so sick, so I opened
the floodgates. A great feeling of relief poured through my body, I didn't
have to push. It burned.

"Let me know when you're finished." David said, scrunching up his nose and
walking out.

I was feeling a little better, but the poo just kept coming. With each
wave, I felt more and more empty. Once I felt completely empty, I shouted
for David, and pressed the button that cleaned my butt.

"That doesn't always work so well." David said, pulling a washcloth from
the cabinet. He got it wet under the sink, and came over to me. He stood me
up, and gently wiped my butt. It stung at first, but felt better when I was
clean.

"Do you still want to give anal a shot?" David looked into my eyes.

To be honest, I didn't feel like it anymore. After witnessing what came out
of my butt, I wanted to avoid that area of my body.

"Maybe later. Movie?" I asked. David smiled and got my pull-up off the
counter. He held it open, and again anxious to feel the padding of the
diaper on my penis I stepped in. As I pulled it up, he got my pyjama
bottoms ready and I stepped into those as well. He pulled them up, and then
put the pyjama top over my head. It was a bit of a struggle to get all the
holes right, but we managed.

"You must have lost at least five pounds." David said, flushing the
toilet. He turned back to me and grabbed me under my armpits, lifted me up,
and set me down again.

"Yep, five pounds at least. Feel better?" He asked, washing his hands.

"Oh yea." I said. Expelling that much poop did make me feel lighter, and I
ran into the bedroom to find David had set up his bedroom like a movie
theatre. Large pillows covered David's massive bed, and at the foot was a
huge TV. I made a running leap, and landed in the middle.

"You're such a hog!" David said, walking back in.

I rolled over, and David got in. He spread his legs, and pulled me in
between them. He rested his hands on my chest, and on my padded crotch. I
laid my head back on his chest, and felt weightless in his arms. David
handed me the remote for the TV, and I started flipping through his
movies. He idly rubbed his hands back and forth, distracting me from making
any decisions. Getting restless over my lack of a choice, David snatched
the remote away, and clicked play on the last movie I was on, Indiana Jones
and the Temple of Doom.

"What a classic." David said.

"Never seen it." I replied.

David tutted at me. "Now's your chance."

As we watched the opening scene, David continued his rubbing. I stuck my
hand in my diaper, and grabbed my hard penis. I started slowly jacking off,
and the friction between my penis and the soft padding of my diaper felt
really good. I craned my head back to look at David, and he seemed
engrossed in the movie. I took my hand out, and brought it to his face. He
smirked, and sucked my fingers into his mouth. Once they were wet, I
plunged them back in my diaper. The feeling was incredible. The spit made
my penis all slippery, and I was able to move my foreskin faster. I started
moving my hips back and forth against David's penis, and he started to
moan. He pulled my hand out of my diaper, and replaced it with his own. As
he played with my penis, I gyrated my hips more.

Suddenly, he pulled his hand out of my pants, and pushing me away, jumped
out of bed.

"Wow. I'm going to come, if I don't stop now." David said, doing a little
dance. "I've never been so horny in my life." His penis was making a very
large tent in his pants, and there was a large wet spot where his pre come
had soaked in.

I laid sprawled on the bed, waiting for his next move. I looked up at him-
he was biting his lip. I was feeling very good, and very relaxed.

"I want you in me." I said, wiggling my hips on the bed.

David smiled, and went to the bathroom.

He came back holding a small white tube. He got back into the bed, and
kneeling over me, took of my pyjama bottoms and diaper. He rolled me over,
and spread my legs. I soon felt something cool and slimy on my butt hole,
and I relaxed as his finger entered. I could feel his finger going in and
out- and while it felt scratchy and stung a little, the overall feeling was
amazing. I yelped when I felt a second finger pushed in, only because I
wasn't expecting it. He stopped as soon as I made the sound, but continued
when I didn't tell him to stop. He slowly and gently massaged my butt
hole. He kept it up for a while, and my I felt my hole start to really
open. He was now plunging his fingers deep into me, developing a slow and
steady rhythm. My penis throbbed with each plunge, and I began to squirm
with each pulse. After a final deep plunge, he slowly let his fingers come
out, and rolled me over.

David had taken off his bottoms, and was beaming down at me. He penis
pulsated. He brought his face to mine, and we began to kiss. Not like the
kisses we had shared earlier, but a sloppy, tongue fighting kiss. I tried
my best to mimic what he did. He broke the kiss, and I watched intently as
he squeezed a thick gel from the small white tube into the palm of his
hand. He started to rub the gel into his penis, making it glisten, and
pulse with his stroking.

"I used my fingers to help you relax." David said. "As soon as I try to
enter, if it hurts, or you don't want to play anymore, just say so."

I just nodded.

He grabbed my ankles, and placed them on his shoulders. I found it funny,
and started to laugh. He grinned at me, and gave my penis a few tugs which
turned my laughter into moans. He grabbed one of the fluffy pillows, and
put it under my hips. Once I was comfortable, David grabbed my hips and his
penis, and lined up with my hole.

I tried to relax, but in reality I was scared. This suddenly became very
real, and David was about to stick his penis in me. I was not about to make
him stop though. I wanted to make the most of my first experience. I felt
the head of David's penis rub against my hole, and surprisingly, my hole
stretched to let him in. It wasn't nearly as painful as I thought it would
be! David pushed a little harder, and I felt the ridge of his penis
enter. David stopped his pushing, reached for my dick, and started
masturbating me. As he distracted me with his fondling, he slowly pushed
farther in.

"Breathe, Ben. Keep breathing." David said, stroking my face.

I took a deep breath. When I let it out, David was able to ease the rest of
his penis in. We made eye contact, and held our position. Once he felt I
was relaxed enough, David let go of my hard penis, and gripped my hips
again. I could feel him deep inside of me. Even the smallest move he made
was multiplied in my guts.

David slowly started to push me away, and pull me back in. I was able to
relax more and more with each thrust, and David was able to achieve a slow
and steady rhythm just like with his fingers. My hand found my penis, and I
began to stroke slowly to the rhythm of his pumping. Looking at David
between my legs, I smiled. David had a look of pure pleasure on his face,
and I was proud to be making him feel so good. He had spent the last two
days changing my diapers, cleaning me and pleasuring me, and now I was the
one giving him pleasure.

Either David started to speed up, or I did- because our rhythm began to get
faster. Each pump was now announced with a grunt from David, as I felt him
trying to go as deep as he could. I started to get more violent with my own
penis, seeing the irritated head going in and out of my foreskin was giving
me intense pleasure.

"Ben, I'm getting close. Grab your legs."

I did what I was told, and pulled my legs off of his shoulders. He took my
hands and put them behind my knees, showing me how to hold my legs apart.

David reached for my shoulder, and used his other hand to stroke my penis
the same way I had been doing. In this position, David was able to control
all of my pleasure. He greatly increased his speed, and I began grunting
and moaning in unison with David. An unexplainable feeling welled up inside
of me- a feeling of completeness. The look on David's face told me he felt
the same way. As David pushed deeper and deeper, he hit my sweet spot again
and again. Our bodies pulsated with every push, and the moment of climax
was reached together with one final deep thrust. David was deep inside of
me. My penis seemed frozen in orgasm- it couldn't even pump if it
tried. Our moment of ecstasy seemed to last for a life time, and neither
one of us wanted to let it go.

I breathed first.

"David..." I murmured, letting my legs go.

David didn't say anything, but just let his weight collapse onto
me. Instead of feeling squished, I felt safe. I put my hands on his face,
and brought his lips to mine. We kissed again, just as passionately as
before. He gently rolled me on my side, and eased his throbbing penis out
of me. Keeping me in his arms, we laid there for as long as we could just
looking at each other.

Slowly, my senses began to return. I realized how tired I felt, which David
must have noticed. He suddenly looked exhausted as well. He reluctantly
untangled from my body, and headed out of bed towards the bathroom. I heard
him running the tap, and then he returned with another wash cloth. He
gently cleaned my bottom, and penis, and then cleaned himself. He found his
discarded pyjamas on the floor, and got dressed. Tossing the dirty wash
cloth on the floor, he got back into bed with me. Being as careful as
possible, David gently pulled my diaper back on, followed by my pyjama
bottoms. I sank back into the comfortable bed, and he put a protective arm
around me. We locked our eyes.

"What happens next?" I asked.

David used his hand to stroke my hair.

"Anything, Ben."

...

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