Date: Mon, 2 Mar 2009 19:33:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tim and His Dad Part 6

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
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  This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
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Mark Stevens


Tim and His Dad Part 6


	On our second day at the cabin Dad and I packed a lunch and went
for a hike climbing high into the hills around where we had been
staying. Dressed in hiking shorts and tank tops, we carried our backpacks
and headed for parts unknown, Soon the cabin was completely gone from
sight.
	"Great scenery," Dad commented as he looked around.
	"That it is," I agreed.
	I was soon to learn that Dad had more than just a morning hike on
his mind. After we had disappeared from sight, he removed his shirt and
stuffed it inside is pack. Next came off his shorts. I discovered he was
commando.
	He grinned at me. "Like you're always saying, Son, you like to get
comfortable. Well, I'm just getting comfortable."
	Dad stood before me completely naked, and when the wind started
blowing through his chest curls and his cock forest, well, I have to admit,
I was instantly hard in my shorts. I reached for my shirt and tossed it
over my head. Then I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them Unlike Dad,
I was wearing underwear. I shucked them off as well, and suddenly I was as
naked as my father before me.
	Laughing, I asked, "How's that?"
	"Great," he said, approval sounding in his voice.
	Our backpacks across our shoulders once more, we continued our trek
upward. As I followed close behind my father, I could feel the sweat start
to run along the crack of my ass and then down my legs.
	"Oh, Dad," I called out.
	Dad turned around and faced me. "Yeah, what's on your mind?" he
asked.
	"I was just wondering, don't suppose I could interest you in
fucking my sweaty ass, now could I?"
	Dad's cock was instantly hard as it stood surrounded by this thick
damp cock forest. "Fuck yeah, I'd be interested," he grinned. "I can think
of nothing I'd like more than to slide inside that wet ass of yours now."
	I looked over and discovered a fairly good sized flat rock. I
walked over, and opening my backpack, pulled my shirt and shorts out. I
laid them on the rock, and then fell down on my back on top of my clothes.
	Spreading my legs opened as wide as I possibly could, I said, "Fuck
me, Dad. Slide that hard dick of yours all the way into my wet ass."
	Dad walked between my legs and pressed the tip of his cock to my
hole. I hadn't been kidding, I was soaking wet down there, and almost
instantly he slipped inside me. I shivered with the pleasure he gave as he
slide all the way in, his bush rubbing my skin. I pushed up against him as
hard as I could, driving his cock even deeper inside my slippery tunnel.
	Dad moaned and started working his cock in and out of me. As he
moved in and out of my ass, I could feel his balls teasing my hairy hole
where his cock was. He was soon starting to pound my ass really hard, and
the movement was about to bring me over the edge. As I watched him fucking
me between my legs, as I watched his hairy chest heaving, the sweat
coursing its way down to his black treasure trail and on into the matted
forest, I went over the edge. He had found my prostrate with his thick
cock, and just moments after that, he fucked such a thick huge load of cum
from me that I creamed a load of jism in my chest hair like never before.
	Dad groaned and said, "Fuck, "I'm going to cum, Tim. I'm going to
fill you with my dad juice."
	I clinched my ass muscles hard down onto his cock, and I
immediately felt the first hot spray of dad cum fill my ass. I continued
clamping down hard on him until I had milked the last of the cum from his
prick. By the time I had finished, there was not one drop of cum left.
	We lay there for a bit, Dad still inside me. He reached down and
kissed me on the mouth. "You are one hot fuck, you know that?" he smiled.
	"So are you," I assured him. "You can take me in the woods anytime
you like and fuck me."
	"I plan on it, and many times over before we leave this place," Dad
laughed.
	After a while we got up, and I stuffed my clothes back inside my
bag. Then we walked a little further up into the thick wooded area. It felt
so hot walking along beside my dad, not only naked, but with a load of his
cum up my ass. It was indeed the perfect walk, I thought.
	Some time later we headed back down the hill, still naked and
enjoying the breeze blowing across our bodies. When we came to the cabin, I
told Dad to wait on the porch, and I'd get us a couple of beers.
	I soon returned with the drinks and handed one to them.
	"Thanks, he said. He took a swallow. "Shit, that tastes good," he
said. "I was parched. You drained your old man of all his fluids," he
retorted.
	"Then drink up, `ole man' because I definitely plan on draining
more of your fluids."
	"Say, was going to touch base with you about something," Dad said,
taking another swallow from his bottle. "We've been eating all our meals
here at the cabin," he reminded me. "What you say we clean up and head to
town this afternoon? I think I saw a couple of nice looking restaurants
when we drove through."
	I finished my bottle. "Sounds good by me," I assured him. I stood
to my feet. "Want another beer before we clean up?"
	He nodded and I went inside. I soon returned and handed him a
bottle.
	He took it. "Thanks, Tim."
	"So, Dad has your trip been everything you were looking for?" I
asked looked at his naked body.
	"And more," he said. "Tim, you're the best."
	"The best fuck?" I couldn't resist asking with a grin.
	"Well, that too," he laughed. "The best son a man could ever have,"
he added, emotion showing in his voice.
	"That works both ways," I said. "I have always loved you, Dad."
	We finished our drinks and then hit the shower. We bathed together,
something we'd been doing ever since we'd arrived at the cabin. I stood
under the hot steamy spray and enjoyed the feel of dad soaping me up. He
would start with my face, the move down to my neck. After that, he would
slowly scrub my chest, my nipples, causing them to stand to attention,
surrounded by thick brown hair. My chest hair full of suds, he gently went
down until his fingers were buried in my bush. I shivered when he touched
me there. His touch felt so fucking good to me. Then he grasped my dick and
soaped it up, making a nice leather from tip to base. Then he gently took
one of my balls in his hand and applied more soap. Then he reached between
my legs and started cleaning my ass out. He reached a finger up inside and
bought out a glob of us cum. He leathered his hand up even more and worked
his entire fist inside me. By the time he had finished, two things had
happened. One, my ass was clean enough to eat, and two, he had my cock so
fucking hard it was dripping soaping pre cum down to the floor of the
stall.
	Dad rinsed the soap from my dick, and then he dropped to his
knees. He took my breath away when I felt his hot mouth take the tip of my
dick inside. Then he slowly went down my shaft until my wiry curls tickled
his nose. Excited, I couldn't help but grind against his face, polished his
chin with all my thick wet tangles. Dad worked my cock over but good, and
as the needles penetrated us, I fucked his face hard. I felt a strong
intense orgasm start building up deep inside my hairy groin, and then my
cock shuddered, and I shot the first load of man juice deep inside my
fathers demanding mouth. He continued sucking me until nothing was left,
and I had no energy to stand any longer. I slide down to the floor of the
shower on my ass, too spent to stand on my own two feet.
	"I love your cum, Tim," Dad said, licking his lips.
	I reached for Dad's cock. He was hard, but he surprised me by
pulling away. "Not yet," he said.
	"Are you serious?" I asked a puzzled look on my face.
	He nodded. "I want to wait," he told me. "Actually, what I want is
to go out to eat with you, and while were enjoying our food, I want to
remember eating your cock and tasting your sweet juice."
	I stood to my feet. "You are a dirty ole man, aren't you?"
	"I try to be," he said.
	We finished our shower, dressed, and soon we were on our way into
town. It was about half an hour's drive, and by the time we'd arrived, we
were both more than just a little hungry.
	We discovered three nice looking food establishments, and choosing
one, I parked the car, and we hurried inside. A lady walked us to a nice
table, handed us two menus and left us to decide what we wanted to eat.
	"What sounds good, Dad" I asked. "Besides the obvious," I added.
	Dad grinned. "Be have, Tim."
	When the waiter came to the table with our drinks, we'd both
decided what we wanted and turned our order in. Then we sat back to enjoy
our time together while we waited on our food to arrive.
	I suddenly looked over Dad's shoulder and discovered two men at a
table. They were enjoying their food and having good conversation, it
seemed. It looked to be a father and a son. The "son" looked to be about my
age, but I couldn't tell about the "dad". I wasn't sure if he were older or
younger than Dad was.
	Then I saw something else, and it surprised the hell out of me. The
older gentlemen suddenly slipped his sandal off and raised his foot. He
gently found the younger man's crotch and started working up and down. I
could see almost immediately that the "son" was hard.
	"Dad," I whispered, "lean over, I want to tell you something"
	When Dad leaned his head over, I spoke into his ear and said, "I
don't know you can turn and see this without drawing attention to yourself,
but you should see what is going on behind you."
	"What?" he asked, whispering into my ear.
	"It appears that some dad is sitting behind you, and he's got his
foot against his son's crotch. At least I'm assuming they are father and
son," I said.
	"Damn, that sounds hot," Dad said. "I'd love to see that."
	I was thoughtful for a moment, and then I said, "I have an idea,
Dad. Why don't you slip your shoe off and rub me? I'm sure if you do, the
dad will see you. Perhaps he'll come over and introduce himself to us. That
is what you would like, isn't it?"
	Dad looked at me and asked, "How about you, Tim? Is that what you
want?"
	My mouth went dry thinking about it. "Yeah, I think I would like
that very much," I answered.
	I suddenly felt Dad's toe up against my crotch, and he had me hard
almost immediately. He soon had to stop because the waiter returned with
our drinks. I think he had seen what Dad was doing as he approached our
table, because as he placed the food before us, he gave us the biggest
grin, and then he winked at my dad. He never said a word, just left.
	As we ate our food, Dad continued playing with my cock with his
toes, kneading it. Suddenly my heart started racing, because the older
gentleman was standing up. He walked up behind Dad and placed a hand on his
shoulder.
	"Hello," he greeted. "My name's Chuck."
	Dad was startled by the sudden touch on his shoulder, but he
quickly recovered. He smiled at the man and said, "Hi, I'm Doug. This is my
son, Tim."
	Chuck smiled at me. "Hi, Tim, how are you?"
	I shook Chuck's hand and said, "I'm fine, thank you."
	Chuck motioned for his lunch partner to join us. When he did, Chuck
said, "This is my son, Hunter. Hunter, this is Doug, and his son, Tim."
	Hunter reached out and took Dad's hand. "Glad to know you, Doug."
Then he turned to me. He placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a gentle
squeeze. "Hey, Tim."
	I smiled into Hunter's face. "Hello, Hunter," I greeted.
	"You guys here on vacation?" Chuck asked.
	"We've rented a cabin up in the mountains, a little ways from
here," Dad answered. "You guys?"
	"The same," Chuck said. "We've been here almost a week."
	"You guys care to join us?" Dad asked.
	"Love to if it's okay with you guys."
	"Come on over," I invited. "We have plenty of room."
	Chuck and Hunter brought their plates and drinks over to our table,
and soon we were all talking like old friends. Hunter's mother had passed
away a few years back, and it was just the two of them.
	Chuck looked at me and said, "I couldn't help but notice earlier,
that the two of you seem very close."
	"We are," Dad answered. "In fact, my own wife died just a short
time ago, and I sold everything and moved in with Tim."
	"Is it a good arrangement?" Hunter asked me.
	"Definitely," I assured him. "We get along very well together."
	"I couldn't help but notice how well you do get along," Chuck said,
a grin breaking out on his face.
	I wasn't sure we should be discussing too much here at the
restaurant, so I asked, "You guys have any plans after lunch?"
	"None so to speak of," Chuck answered.
	"Would the two of you care to join us for something to drink?" I
asked.
	"Yeah, we have lots of beer and anything else you might want to
drink back at the cabin," Dad said.
	Chuck looked at his son. "What you think, Hunter?" he asked.
	Hunter nodded and answered, "I think that would be great."
	Hunter and I had been talking some while our two fathers talked,
and we found out that we were the same age. He was also thirty-five, and he
worked as an accountant in a large firm back in his home town. A town,
incidentally, that ended up being only an hour or some from where Dad and I
lived. Talk about a small world, I thought silently.
	As we talked we discovered that Chuck was not like Dad, in that he
still worked full time. He was a couple of years younger than Dad, and a
partnered lawyer in the same city where Hunter worked.
	"So, if you ever need a lawyer, I'm the one for you," Chuck
grinned.
	"You never know," Dad grinned.
	We finished our meal, and Chuck insisted on paying the bill. When
Dad objected, he said, "Hey, we're going to drink your drinks," he pointed
out. "It's only fair we treat you. After all, Hunter here can really pack
the beer," he added with a grin.
	We left the restaurant and with Hunter and his father following us,
I led them down the road that would twist and wind until we came to the
dusty trail of a road that went the rest of the way to our cabin.
	Half an hour or so later, Dad got out of the car. "Welcome," he
said, pointing to our cabin. "This is where we're calling home for a couple
of weeks."
	"Nice place," Chuck commented.
	"Yeah, love that porch that wraps around the place," Hunter
remarked.
	"So do we," I grinned. "We have certainly enjoyed having it," I
said.
	"I can imagine," Chuck said, a twinkle in his eyes.
	We decided to have our drinks out on the porch. Dad and Chuck went
out first and found seats. Hunter asked if he could help bring the drinks.
	"Always use help," I assured him.
	In the kitchen, I pulled four bottles out of the frig and handed a
couple to Hunter. "Here you go, Hunter. Thanks for your help."
	When I handed the drinks to him, my finger tips brushed against
Hunter's skin, and for the briefest of a second I felt a huge tingle. I
wasn't' sure what had happened, but it had felt really nice. He looked at
me, but never said a word. It suddenly felt as if some sort of connection
had been made without the use of any words.
	We joined our dads on the porch and handed them the drinks.
	"Thanks," Dad said.
	We sat there for a time just enjoying the beer and the
company. Chuck and Hunter seemed like very nice people, and it seemed as if
we known each other all our lives rather than just an hour or so.
	I soon stood to my feet. "Looks like everyone could use another
beer. I'll be right back."
	"I'll help you," Hunter said and followed me inside the cabin.
	I opened the door and brought out four more bottles of beer. When I
turned around, Hunter was right behind me. "Hey you," I greeted.
	I sat the beer on the counter.
	"Tim?"
	I smiled into Hunter's eyes. "Yeah, Hunter?"
	"You and your Dad play, don't you?"
	I nodded. "So do you and your father."
	I suddenly felt Hunter's arms around me, pulling me tightly against
him. "We saw the two of you in the restaurant," he told me.
	"We saw you guys too. In fact, we saw your dad playing in your
crotch, and that's when we decided to play a little and see what happened."
	Hunter's mouth found mind and his tongue worked its way inside. I
could taste the sweetness of his breath while he tongued me. I also felt
his cock grow between us, and mine followed suit just as quickly.
	"Do you guys play with others?" Hunter asked.
	"Since Dad and I have been playing, we haven't, but that's not to
say we won't. We just haven't," I said. "How about you guys?"
	"We've played some with others, but mostly with ourselves."
	"What all do you guys do?" Hunter wanted to know. "With each other,
I mean."
	"We jack each other, we suck each other, and we even fuck," I said.
	"God, that sounds hot," Hunter moaned.
	"It's mostly Dad that fucks me," I said, "but occasionally he fucks
me, and then I turn around and fuck him." I looked at Hunter. "What about
you guys?"
	"Oh, Dad fucks me all the time. I've never fucked him."
	I asked, "By your choice?"
	"Dad has just never offered to let me fuck him, and I haven't
asked." Hunter looked at me. "How did you approach him the first time?"
	"Actually, it was Dad," I said. "He had fucked me, and he told me
that he wanted to feel my cock inside his ass, so that's what happened."
	"Fuck," Hunter moaned.
	"That's exactly what happened," I grinned.
	The door opened, and Dad called, "You two going to stay inside all
night?" Then he grinned. "Oh, I see what's going on." He turned and said,
"Chuck, I think these two have started without us."
	Chuck stood to his feet. "I'll be damned. I should have know my son
wouldn't wait on me."
	"We're just talking, Dad," Hunter said.
	"Yeah, right," both our dads called.
	The older two told us to come back outside. It seemed they wanted
their fun on the porch.
	Hunter and I followed them out. It seems that our fathers had been
talking while we had been inside getting the drinks, and what they had
decided was that Chuck was going to undress me, and Dad was going to check
Hunter out.
	Chuck came up to me and pulled me tightly to him. I could smell his
scent, and I was instantly hard. Chuck felt it between us, and he brought
his hand down and felt my thickness through my shorts.
	"Nice," he said. "Let's check this out," he told me.
	I felt Chuck's fingers inside the waist band of my shorts, and he
gently tugged them down. I was commando, and I was suddenly standing in all
my glory before him, my father, and of course Chuck's son, Hunter. All
three of them saw my thick hard cock standing up surrounded by my brown
cock curls.
	As Chuck went to work on my cock, teasing it with his tongue, I
watched as my own dad pushed Hunter's jeans down to his ankles. Then he
tugged Hunter's underwear down. Hunter gave his clothes a swift kick, and
he was naked there before my own dad, same as I was his.
	God, Hunter was so beautiful, I thought as I watched Dad start to
play with his now hard dick. Like me, Hunter had thick brown chest hair
starting with his nipples and working all the way down to where his
treasure trail led the way to the real treasure, the hard cock and thick
brown cock forest and then very fuzzy balls. I was dripping pre cum like
crazy, and it was from watching Dad play with Hunter's cock.
	A short time later, Dad suggested that he and Chuck get naked, and
Hunter and I were all for that. We watched as the two dads slowly took
their clothes off, one piece at a time. I knew what Dad looked like, so I
found my eyes following every move Chuck was making as he disrobed, getting
more naked with each piece he was taking off.
	Suddenly the two Dads were naked, same as their sons. Hunter
studied my father intently, and my eyes burned a hole in Chuck as I studied
ever inch of his hot body. Chuck's chest was very hairy, covered with red
tangles, and my fingers couldn't wait to run through all those curls. My
eyes went on down until I discovered the thickest red bush I have ever seen
around any dick. And what a dick that was, standing proud through that
forest. Without thinking, I quickly dropped to my knees and took all of it
inside my mouth at once. I slid my wet mouth down Chuck's hard shaft until
my nose was buried deep in those man smelling red curls. God, Chuck had
such a man smell it drove me out of my fucking mind.
	As I started working Chuck's cock over, I heard him moan and said,
"Fuck yeah, suck my dick."
	At first I had my eyes closed just enjoyed the taste, the feel, and
the smell of his cock deep inside my wet mouth. Then I opened my eyes so I
could watch as Hunter also dropped to his knees and took Dad's cock all the
way inside his mouth. It was so hot seeing the two of us suck the other's
dad.
	I worked harder and faster until I felt Chuck swell up inside my
mouth. I knew he was going to shoot. I put my hands on his ass and pushed
him harder into me, forcing him to fuck my mouth faster.
	"Fuck, I'm going to cum," he warned.
	I made a sound with my throat that told him I wanted his cum, that
I wanted to swallow ever ounce of his juice. I suddenly felt the first
spurt and I sucked so hard my jaws ached as I continued sucking his cock,
until the last drop of cum was out of his dick.
	"Oh, yeah, Hunter, you're going to get my load too, boy." Dad
moaned, and as Chuck and I watched, Hunter sucked my dad completely dry of
his cum.
	Finished, we both stood to our feet, grinning at each other.
	"Well, Doug, you think they boys know how to suck good cock?"
	"No doubt about it," Dad agreed.
	I suddenly looked at Hunter. He was still very hard and leaking
precum, same as me. I walked over and pulled him to him. I reached up and
kissed him on the mouth, our two hard cocks rubbing between us. I said,
"How about it, Big guy, care to fuck my ass?"
	Hunter was surprised, and didn't know what he should say. Finally
he said, "I'm not sure, I've never fucked before."
	"I think once your cock is inside my ass it will know exactly what
to do," I told him.
	Dad and I had kept a bottle of lube out on the porch ever since we
had come to the cabin, so I reached for it now. I squeezed a huge glob into
my hand and worked it along my crack, finally pushing it up into my hairy
hole. Then I squeezed another glob out and quickly spread it all up and
down Hunter's hard shaft and head. I applied it so heavily that the hair
around it glistened in the sunlight.
	"Come with me," I told him quietly. I pulled him with me, and
together we walked over to the porch railing. "I'm going to bend over the
railing here, and I want you to slide that big cock of yours all the way
inside my hole."
	I leaned over the porch railing and pointed my ass up into the air,
pointing almost into Hunter's face. "It's okay, Hunter," I assured
him. "Just take your time."
	I felt Hunter come up behind me, felt the tip of his cock slide
inside my slick crack. Even the feel of that felt very sensitive to him,
and I heard him moan. Then the tip of his dick found my wet hole, and it
went inside a ways. He wasn't all the way in yet, but I wanted to him take
it slow. After all, the first time you fuck a tight wet ass, it's hard not
to cum right away. I wanted it to last for him if possible.
	"You're doing great, Hunter," I praised. "Slide a little more in."
	I don't think he meant for it to happen, but when Hunter drove his
dick deeper into my ass, it accidentally slid all the way in. I knew he was
in, because I could feel his thick bush grinding against my skin; could
feel his fuzzy balls gently rub between my legs.
	"Oh, fuck," he moaned.
	I remained as still as possible letting Hunter get use to the feel
of my ass. I could still remember the first time I fucked Dad. It had felt
so good that a few good thrusts and I was shooting. I sensed he was afraid
he was going to cum. I said,
	"Hunter, listen to me, Bud, just fuck me, okay. Don't worry about
cuming. The first time usually doesn't last very long. Trust me, the next
time will be much better."
	My words seemed to encourage him, because he suddenly started
fucking me hard, driving his cock deep inside me, grinding his bush and
balls against me. God, it was so hot knowing I was the first for him. A guy
never forgets his first hot ass that he fucks.
	"Oh, shit, I'm going to cum," he groaned.
	"Cum, Hunter," I ordered him. "Fill my tight hole with your
spunk. Give me that juice of yours."
	That did it for him. My words brought him over the edge, and I felt
his load hit the walls of my ass after spurt after spurt filled my
opening. When the last had left his cock, he fell over onto my back,
completely spent. He was still buried deep inside my cum filled hole. I
felt his lips on my back as he kissed me.
	"Thank you," he whispered.
	I gave his cock a squeeze with my ass muscles and caused him to
moan once more. Suddenly he raised up and pulled out of me. "Tim, will you
fuck me?" he asked.
	I turned and looked at him. "Are you sure?" I asked.
	He nodded. "More than anything," he assured me.
	He traded places with me, and I quickly lubed up his ass and then
my cock. As I sat the bottle down, I saw that Chuck had crawled between
Dad's legs and already his cock was buried deep inside Dad's ass. They were
fucking like crazy. That was enough to get me going.
	I slid into Hunter's wet slippery ass, and instantly I felt his
prostate against the tip of my dick. As I started fucking him, I reached
around and found his cock. It was already getting hard again, so I knew I
had found his button, and he was going to shoot another load before I was
through fucking him.
	I slammed into his ass, in and out, grinding my brown tangled curls
against him as my dick enjoyed the feel of his very tight and very wet
ass. I continued fucking him until suddenly Hunter moaned.
	"I'm going to cum again," he told me.
	"Good," I said between thrusts. "You cum, I'll cum inside your ass,
and your dad can cum inside my dad's ass. We'll all cum at the same time,
shooting cum every where."
	"Oh, god, yeah, I am cuming," Hunter moaned.
	My cock buried deep inside his ass, I felt Hunter shoot his first
spurt of juice. It brought me over the edge, and I filled his ass with my
own spunk.
	"Fuck, I'm going to fill your ass, Doug," Chuck was saying.
	"Good, fill my hole," Dad told him. "Tim, you fill Hunter's hole
with your cum," he called.
	"Fuck, that's just what I'm going to do," I groaned. "Hunter, I'm
going to fill you with my cream."
	Hunter had finished shooting his load. He turned his neck and said,
"Do it, Tim, fill my ass with that hot creamy load of yours. I want to feel
that hot spray in my hole."
	My cock swelled, and I felt the first sensation of cuming in my
groin, buried underneath my cock forest. It was so intense I thought I saw
stars shooting off in my head as my load buried itself deep inside Hunter's
tunnel.
	Moments later, all of us spent, we just lay there, Chuck on top my
dad, me on Hunter's back. Neither of us had the energy to talk, nor were
there any need for words. What we all had just experienced, well, there
just wasn't word to really describe what had just happened.

End of Tim and His Dad Part 6

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