Jonathan - College Tour with Deandre

All characters are 18+ in this story.

During spring break of my junior year of high school, my parents signed me up to spend a weekend at their alma mater. It was not my first choice, but it was not a college I had written off yet. Since I am a legacy, it would be easy to get in, and even though my parents knew I was pretty hesitant, they still made it clear the least I could do was “check it out.”

A weekend at a college known as “a party school” did sound like fun, but at the time, I had a girlfriend, and the only thing I wanted to spend any free time doing was her. She and I have been on and off again all of high school. We started having sex around a year ago on Valentine’s Day; we are in love…but also primarily horny. It wasn’t easy, but I did everything to check all the boxes to be allowed to be each other's firsts, and it was worth all the hoops I had to jump through.

Each prospective student was assigned an active college student; mine was a Sophomore named Deandre. He is an engineering student with a basketball scholarship, so he understands the demands of a full schedule. His roommate would be away for the weekend, so I could use his bed, giving me the “real college experience.”

We all arrived on Friday; Dea took me right to the dorm to drop off my stuff, and then we went on the tour. The campus was cool, but nothing so unique that it made me want to go here instead of NYU or UCLA, where I applied for early acceptance and a few scholarships this school didn’t offer.

The tour ended at the dining hall; we ate dinner and then walked back to the dorm.

“So, what do you think so far?” Dea asked.

“I don’t know, it’s cool, but I’m looking to get into filmmaking, and the program here is not what the school is known for…ya know?” I said, trying not to sound like I was turning my nose up at the school he was dedicated to.

He laughed a bassy laugh, “Yeah, it’s not the top choice, but to be honest, it’s a lot of fun, and the instructors here are great.”

I chuckled, “I did read that it’s a bit of a party school.”

“Oh yeah, there is at least one party happening somewhere on campus every night. I don’t go often because of training schedules, but if I do, I’m sure to get laid,” he joked, giving me a look to get a read on me and if I was comfortable with that line of conversation. Just the phrase, “get laid,” made my dick twitch.

“If you want, we could hit up a party tonight if that’s something that you’re into; I know I could use some special attention,” he winked at me and adjusted his dick in his shorts.

I laughed, “I’m always down to party, but I have a girlfriend, so…”

“Ah, the long-distance girlfriend,” he said, almost as if it was a childish thing to have or maybe not even a real person.

My phone buzzed; I looked at the screen and saw that it was my very real girlfriend. “I have to take this,” I said, walking out of the room to answer.

A few minutes later, I re-entered the room; Deandre was vaping and texting someone with a grin on his face.

“Ok, good news, party tonight is at a frat not far from here; the bad news is there’s going to be a lot of pussy flinging your way. I hope you’re strong-willed,” he laughed, looking me up and down.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be alright,” I shrugged in complete disbelief a college girl would be into me. In my school, I’m certainly a good-looking guy. I'm 5’8”, 140lbs, and keep in shape by being on the tennis team. I’m not good, but it looks good on my college applications. My sandy brown hair probably needs a haircut. I usually keep it short, but it’s a few inches overgrown now. I can see them throwing themselves at Deandre. He’s easily 6’2”, 180lbs of lean muscle, funny, and has that charm and has that Joie de vivre that makes you get sucked into a conversation with him and let your guard down.

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We were at the party for about two hours, and I found myself dancing with a hot freshman with massive tits. I want to say her name was Cindy or possibly Sandy; when she leaned in for a kiss, I didn’t stop her. She quickly stuck her hand straight down my pants and into my underwear. The shots I took with Deandre earlier were kicking in; I had a good buzz going on, and damn, her hand felt good on my dick.

“Okay, loverboy. We need to head back,” Dea said, pulling my arm and breaking up our kiss.

“Aww, Daddy making you go home?” She said in a baby voice laced with sarcasm.

I readjusted my hard dick, so it was tucked under my waistband. “Sorry, but…yeah,” I laughed, and we walked out.

Deandre put his arm around me, grinning down at me, and I couldn’t help but notice he smelled really good. “Ok, I might be drunk,” I accidentally said out loud.

Dea laughed, “You and me both, but you said you had a girl back home, so I thought I’d help you not regret that sloppy mess back there with that freshman.”

“Oh man, yes….yes, I do. I have a girl back home, and we love each other,” I slurred.

“Good, I don’t usually play the cock block,” Dea said as we stumbled down the sidewalk.

“Ugh…yeah, thank you. Now I’m really fucking horny, though,” I laughed, adjusting my now soft cock back out of my waistband and into the pouch of my underwear. That tingly feeling of my dick being touched rushed through my body for a brief few seconds.

“Well yeah, that girl was all over your dick,” he laughed. “If you want to go back…what happens on campus stays on campus,” he joked.

I laughed, “Oh man,” I started to turn around like I was going to go back, but then I kept spinning and took off running back to the dorm. Dea chased after me, laughing the entire way, sprinting until we reached the door.

We entered his room, kicking off our shoes. I watched as he stripped down to his boxer briefs, a noticeable bulge. “You want to take a shower before bed?” he asked.

I looked up from his bulge to meet his eyes, “umm…yes?”

“Aight, strip down; I’ll show you where the showers are. Did you bring a towel?” He asked.

“Ummm…yeah, in my bag,” I said, pulling off my shirt. “I brought flip-flops, too,” I said with a weird sense of pride as I dropped my jeans.

I noticed Dea looking at my package.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing, you got a good body, is all,” he said, clearly looking me over.

This was weird. I thought he was straight. I am definitely straight. Does his package look bigger? Why am I looking at his package?

“You walking down the hall in your tighty whities?” he grinned.

“Bro, these are Calvin Klein,” I joked, “and yes, I don’t fucking care,” I laughed.

We walked to the showers, and neither of us said anything, towels on our shoulders; he had his body wash in one hand, only the sound of flip flops echoing in the quiet hall. Playing tennis, I’m used to the locker room experience and the communal showers. The shower room was pretty open, with only a half dozen shower heads all in a row on one wall, a half-height wall with a bench on one side, and urinals on the other side.

“Oh good, I need to piss,” I said, walking up to the urinal.

As I took a piss, I watched Deandre hook his towel and strip down his boxer briefs; his massive soft dick flopped out over his big balls. I couldn’t help but stare. The showers at my school were individual stalls with curtains, so it was rare you caught a glimpse of the other guys completely nude. He turned on the water and hooked his underwear next to his towel, testing that the water was warm enough. He stepped in, and I watched the water cascade over every inch of his well-defined body.

I felt myself starting to get hard, and it made it hard to finish peeing, so I looked down and forced the rest out. I held my towel in front of my bulge as I walked into the shower corral, turning on the water and quickly hooking my towel. I turned away from him as I dropped my briefs and hung them on the hook, backing into the cold water. I inhaled sharply, and my semi faded faster than it showed up.

“Do you need some soap?” He asked. I opened my eyes to see him looking over my body, holding out the bottle of body wash. I took it from him and watched as he continued to rinse himself, all of himself. Fuck, I don’t know what is going on with me; I shook my head and closed my eyes. That girl got me going too horny, and now I just need release. I quickly washed and rinsed myself, shutting off the water before him. I wrapped my towel around my waist and shook the water out of my hair like a wet dog, making my head spin, and I chuckled at the fun feeling.

He turned off his water and took his time drying himself, almost like he wanted me to watch.

Back in the dorm, he quickly took off his towel, drying drops he missed, taking his time with his cock and balls.

“Do you smoke?” he asked.

“No,” I said quickly. “I mean, I haven’t,” I left the door open.

He smiled, “I have some rum and coke if you want.”

“Fuck yeah,” I said, digging through my bag for some clean underwear.

He walked over to his mini fridge, and I heard him mix some drinks for us.

I dropped my towel and put on a pair of grey Hollister briefs, dramatically snapping the waistband like I do in the school locker room to signal to the other guys that it was okay to look again.

“Here ya go,” I heard behind me.

Turning around, I realized he was still naked; I took the cup, trying to keep my eyes on his face.

“Cheers,” he said with a smile.

We each took a sip; he looked me up and down, “What do you play?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You got a nice body; you must play a sport,” he said.

“Oh, I’m on the tennis team and play baseball, but not well enough for a scholarship,” I shrugged.

“Ah, that explains those yams,” he grinned.

“The what?” I chuckled.

He leaned forward and gave my ass a squeeze that was a full-on palm grab, but fast enough, it could’ve been a spanking, “that ass, bro, clearly worked out,” he laughed.

I froze and took another sip of my drink, “well, I get no complaints,” I laughed, feeling myself start to blush.

“Oh no?” he grinned.

I glanced down at his dick; it was ever so slightly aroused. I quickly looked into his eyes and slightly panicked, “I mean, ladies love it,” I said and moved over to the bed.

“I’ll bet that girl at the party looked like she was enjoying your body,” he said, almost licking his lips.

I leaned back on the pillows, sipping my drink and thinking of how good it felt to get her hand on my dick.

“Yeah, she wanted it; she had skills too. She knew exactly how to grip my dick, even in my pants,” I chuckled. “I probably would’ve cum if she had gone a few more minutes,” I laughed, feeling the blood start to rush to my dick just from the thought of being touched.

“I guess I gave you blue-balls, huh,” he said, sitting on the other end of the bed.

“It’s all good,” I started, “but I might need to go rub one out in the toilet,” I joked.

“Yeah, I usually rub one out every night before bed unless, of course, I get some ass,” he admitted. “Been a while, though,” he laughed and took a sip of his drink.

I glanced at his dick again, then back up to his eyes, “How long?”

He looked at his dick, then back at me, “too long,” he laughed.

I looked at his dick; it was almost hard, hovering around eight inches and way thicker than mine. His wasn’t circumcised like me, though. I had only ever seen that in porn and the foreign exchange student we had last year.

“Oh,” I said and tried to look away quickly.

“Looks like it’s been a while for you, too?” he asked.

“What, no, I just got turned on from that girl earlier,” I turned a few shades of red.

“Bro, your fresh undies have a new wet spot,” he leaned over and touched my clearly hard dick head through my briefs. It sent a rush of pleasure and excitement through my body I hadn’t felt since the first time my girlfriend touched my crotch.

I let out the breath I was holding in, and it came out like a soft moan, “maybe I should go rub one out in the bathroom?”

He finished his drink and leaned in to rub me more. “I can help you out.”

I finished my drink, looked at him, felt him feeling my dick in a way that women never really understood how to handle a dick. I shook my head; my heart was pounding. “I don’t know, man, I’m not gay.”

He chuckled, still rubbing my dick through my underwear, “I’m not gay, bro, but I’m horny as fuck.” He glanced down at his clearly hard and naked dick, “why don’t we help each other out.” It wasn’t so much a question as a statement; he didn’t wait for a response and hooked his fingers in my waistband, pulling my briefs down; I instinctively lifted my ass so he could pull them all the way down with ease. My hard dick smacked my lower abs with a thwap. He got my underwear unhooked from one foot, leaving them hooked on the other ankle as he spread my legs and scooted his body up so his dick and mine could rub together. We both moan.

How did I get here? What am I doing? Oh shit, that feels good, I thought to myself, letting my head fall back on the pillow, my head swimming with pleasure and booze and quickly drowning out the voice of reason in my head.

He jerked both our dicks for a few minutes and then grabbed my legs under the knee and pushed them back towards my chest. His mouth dove for my hole, and immediately, I felt a new pleasure that was way better than any head I had ever received from a blow job.

“Oh fuck, Dea…” I squirmed from the pleasure, my body quivering under his touch. My legs spread wider on his basketball shoulders as my ass tried to increase the sensation from his tongue.

“Yeah, open up for me,” he mumbled into my ass, then his tongue pushed into my hole.

“Mmm, fuck,” I felt my body react, my ass clenched and relaxed like a dance with his tongue, allowing him to get in deeper. “Fuck that feels good,” I huffed and ran my fingers through my still-damp hair.

“Yeah, you like your ass played with?” he asked and started using a finger.

“Oh man, I guess, I don’t know…” I started to say until his finger went into my hole, knuckle deep. “Oh fuck, nope, nope,” I inhaled sharply and groaned.

“Relax, dude, just let your ass get used to it, trust me,” he said and wiggled his finger inside me.

I clenched my teeth, “I don’t know, man, this feels weird.”

He pulled his finger out, replacing it with his tongue.

“Ok, that feels good,” I told him, spreading my legs a little so I could start stroking my dick which softened from the intrusion of his finger.

His tongue was suddenly replaced with two fingers, I clenched and almost screamed.

“Bro, no, ow fuck, take it out,” I said.

“Just relax, man. You just need a good stretching,” he said, pushing his fingers deeper and somehow wider.

I threw my head back on the pillow, running my fingers through my hair, giving him a few seconds to turn this discomfort into pleasure. Then I shook my head again, “Nah, man, that doesn’t feel good; this is weird.”

He pulled his fingers out and scooted back up between my legs that now wrapped around his waist. “All good man, some guys are into that.”

“Not me, man, I’m not gay,” I started breathing normally again.

My dick had gone limp as I caught my breath, but watching him stroking his dick between my legs brought me back to life quickly. I started stroking myself. He stroked his dick with one hand and put his other on my upper thigh, squeezing my leg like he was palming a basketball. I let out a soft moan, feeling his big hand massage that space between my balls and my hole with his thumb. A forbidden spot on my body that no one had ever touched, a spot I didn’t know would feel good to be touched.

I felt him adjust himself on the bed; then his dick head started rubbing between my ass cheeks and across my hole.

“Woh,” my eyes shot open to see him staring right back at me.

“Relax, man,” he flashed that Hollywood smile.

I felt his head hit right on my hole, wet from his tongue and precum oozing from the slick tip when he pulled his foreskin back. It was surprisingly a good feeling that tingled into my body, but my brain was wrestling with all the new sensations and a need to maintain my heterosexuality. “Mmm, no, man, I’m not down for that,” I shook my head, my hand gently pushing on his hips.

“It’s cool, just let me rub the head on your hole; that shit feels good,” he said and continued to stroke his hard dick on my hole.

It did feel good. I started stroking my dick faster; I was getting this fantastic added pleasure from the pressure and warm feeling of his dick head pushing at my hole; it was like he was hitting a pleasure button I didn’t know I had. We silently stroked ourselves like that for a few minutes; his precum oozing onto my hole had gotten me nice and slick; then I saw him spit on his dick and pushed hard at my hole, and the head popped in.

“Owww, fuck Dea, no, pull it out, shit, that hurts,” I groaned, trying not to let anyone else on the floor hear what was happening in here.

“Just relax, bro, just let me get the head in,” he whispered, pushing in what felt like way more than the head in one thrust.

“Aghh,” I groaned, “Nah man, ungh…just pull it out; it hurts too much.”

“Ok, man, just let me hold it here for a minute; it’ll hurt real bad if I just yank it back out,” he comforted, then started to stroke my now limp dick with his free hand.

I breathed heavily, clenching my ass hole around his huge flaming hot dick.

Feeling my dick come back to life, he smiled, “You ok?”

Still feeling uncomfortable, “Yeah, but you gotta pull out, man.”

He readjusted himself and sank another inch into me with a bassy, guttural moan.

“Ow, Dea, dude, come on,” I clenched every muscle in my body, trying to reach his hips but didn’t have enough arm length to push him out as he sank his dick deeper into me.

He leaned over me in a pushup position, “Bruh, I need this; I ain’t had ass this tight in too long.”

I felt him try to push in more, “No, dude, I’m not gay,”

“I’m not either, but I need to bust,” he said, pushing another inch into me.

“Oh fuck, no way, dude, this hurts,” I told him, feeling my hole being stretched around his cock.

“Just relax, it’ll feel better, trust me,” he said, bottoming out. “I’m all the way in,” he smiled at me.

I felt so full, and the pain was excruciating; there was a slight pleasure that was hiding behind the hot poker feeling, stretching my hole out though.

I hissed through clenched teeth, “Dude, pull out; I can’t take this.”

“I really need to nut, bro; your ass feels so good, just let me fuck you,” he said and kissed my neck, rocking his dick inside me a little.

“Ungh, Dea, I’m not into this man, it hurts, and ungh…and you gotta pull out, man,” I couldn’t think straight. His thrust hit something inside me that hid the pain for a brief second that felt amazing.

He sat up and slowly pulled out most of his dick, giving me a chance to breathe again. He spit on his dick, then leaned back over me, grabbed my shoulders, and slowly pushed all the way back in.

“Oh fuck, ungh…It’s too big, dude,” I shook my head and pushed on his muscular shoulders.

He pushed up quickly, looking down at me with frustration. “I’m not going to last long, dude; just let me get that ass for five minutes, and if I don’t nut, I’ll pull out,” he said, sliding his dick halfway out and then thrusting in a little harder and faster than before.

I looked at the clock on his computer screensaver, “Ungh, fine, but you better not cum in me,” I resigned, “and be gentle, man…fuck,” I tried to breathe. I can handle a few minutes of this, especially if he hits that spot inside me again.

His face changed, and he smiled, swirling his hips in a circle while balls-deep in me, and that kinda felt good. “Alexa set a timer for five minutes starting now,” Dea shouted and another inch deeper into me, deeper than before if possible.

“Five minutes, starting now,” Alexa said in her robot voice.

“Fuck yeah, this ass is tight,” he rocked his hips into me a little more gently, then quickly sat up to reach for a tube of lube. He squirts a little onto his cock, then puts the tip back at my hole. “Just relax and let me in,” he said, gently and very slowly pushing back into me. The added lube made it a much easier slide in that felt kinda good, and my groan this time was more of a moan when his hips hit mine. Sliding most of the way out, he looked down at his cock and grinned, biting his lower lip as he started pushing all the way back in. “Oh yeah, that ass feels real good,” he started going faster, leaning back over me but holding himself up so I could watch his abs flex with every thrust.

His increased speed and harder thrusting were a bit too much, and I was feeling good and gross at the same time. When he bottomed out and then rocked his hips in yet another new deeper inch, I felt that sting rise back up into my guts, “Ungh, shit man, are you close?” I asked.

“Just enjoy this dick, man, trust,” he said, kissing the other side of my neck, trying to get a rhythm going.

I hissed and clenched the bedsheets in my fists. “It’s too big, I told him,” still struggling with his girth and length but no longer trying to push him away.

He sat up, not pulling out, reached over to the desk nearest us, opened a drawer, rattling some things around, and pulled out a smaller brown bottle. He opened the little brown bottle and put it under my nose, “take a deep breath,” he said, using his thumb to close off one side of my nose.

I did as instructed, and my head instantly started to spin; my heart was pounding in my chest, and the room started spinning faster than ever. I shut my eyes for a second to take it all in. I heard him inhale twice, and then I felt him rock his hips, and I swear he was able to push even deeper than before. This time…fuck, it felt like the pain had dulled, and I could feel pleasure from his cock filling inside me. “Oh fuck,” I felt so much pleasure rush through my body, feeling my hole relax; the pain was nearly gone, mostly replaced with all these new amazing feelings.

“That’s it, take that dick like a man,” he said, thrusting harder, with longer, deeper strokes. I wrapped my arms around his muscled back, feeling him really fucking me. Ignoring the fact that I was letting a man fuck my ass and just really feeling what was happening with each thrust, I couldn’t help but moan.

The timer started to chime from across the room, startling me.

“Alexa, stop!” he shouted, then looked down at me. “I’m so close, man; you gotta let me finish. Just a few more minutes, and I’ll nut for sure,” his cock pulsed inside me, and he flashed me that award-winning smile.

My head was spinning; I didn’t want it to stop. I was too turned on to stop before I blew my load, and there was no way I would let another guy fuck me, so this was happening. I also knew how much it sucked to have to stop fucking from an experience with my girlfriend; it’s the worst. Fuck…I have a girlfriend. “Ok, but…should you put a condom on to be safe?”

“Yeah, no problem,” he leaned over to the drawer and pulled out a gold condom, then pulled his dick out of me. The empty feeling was almost a bigger turnoff than the fact that another man's dick was inside me raw. “You gotta let me finish, though; it would be fucked up not to let me finish,” I heard the condom snapping onto his dick, then the sound of lube being added.

“Just hurry, man; I don’t know how much longer I can take it,” I told him.

He handed me the little brown bottle, “take another hit, it will help,” he said.

I did as I was told, that rush was terrific, and his dick sliding back into me nice and slow felt so much better than when he went in dry. “Oh fuck,” I mumbled as he bottomed out, filling my hole again.

He started thrusting again, different than before. Harder. The condom definitely added some friction, and it burned a little, but the dick moving in and out of my ass was pegging something inside me that balanced out the sting.

“Mmm, your ass is so good, I knew you’d give it up; it needed to get fucked,” he whispered to me as he wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me into his dick as he thrust into me.

“Ungh, fuck dude, are you close?” I was feeling the rush go away, and the size of his dick was giving me both pleasure and pain again.

“Not yet,” he started thrusting harder and deeper.

“Ow fuck, easy dude,” I could barely breathe.

“Take another hit, dude,” He lay his body entirely on me, balls deep, then out and balls deep again.

I nodded as he sat up enough for me to take another hit.

“Deeper, breathe deep, dude,” he instructed.

I did as I was told, his thrusting slowing to a gentle rock that made me moan. He watched as the rush took over me, and he rocked his hips deeper for a few more thrusts before he started thrusting hard for a few minutes.

“Fuck bro,” he said and then kissed me on the lips.

“Dude, I’m not…” I started to say, and he kissed me harder as his hips thrust harder into me.

“Me neither, bruh, but this ass feels real good,” he kissed me again and then kissed my neck.

I ignored it, “Ungh…are you close, man?” I asked, feeling him hit me deeper inside.

He huffed at the question. “It takes longer with the condom on,” he said, thrusting in and out, not breaking his rhythm.

“What?” I didn’t understand.

“I was almost ready to nut, but you told me to put the condom on, so it’s going to take longer,” he said, looking me in the eyes, gently rolling his hips balls deep inside me.

I knew what he was suggesting. “Fuck, whatever, man, just hurry up and don’t cum in me.” I felt him pull out for only a second. I heard the condom snap off, and his dick was balls-deep in an instant. “Ow, fuck dude, easy,” I groaned, even though his cock slid in with almost no friction; the force was too intense for my tight ass.

“Mmm, that feels better, doesn’t it?” He dropped the condom on my abs and then leaned in for another kiss. His body pressing against mine squeezed the precum out of the condom and onto my stomach.

“Fuck, man, I’m getting close,” he started thrusting harder and deeper.

“Ungh, hurry up, man, I can’t handle much more,” I wrapped my arms around his muscular back, feeling my ass relaxing and inviting his raw dick more into me.

“Your ass feels real good,” he pushed deep and pulled out, started stroking himself, then pushed back in, “almost there,” he said, humping me.

“Fuck dude, you are going to have to stop, I can’t…” I started to say.

“Just a few more minutes, I’m about to nut,” he pleaded, holding me tight and pushing so hard into me we slid up the mattress to the headboard.

I felt my toes curling every time he bottomed out, “ungh…fuck,” I grunted in both pleasure and pain.

“I’m gonna nut, man,” he said, picking up the pace.

“Ungh,” I grunted, feeling his dick getting bigger and deeper.

His thrusting became even more rough, slamming into my ass, “Oh shit, fuck, ungh!!!!” he moaned, slamming into me, spasming, burring his dick deeper into me than humanly possible. I felt his boiling cum flooding my guts, his painful thrusts now giving me nothing but pleasure. “Oh fuck,” he whispered as his body shook, and he collapsed on me, sweating and breathing heavily.

My legs spread wide around his hips; I could feel him twitching inside me still. “Fuck, did you cum in me?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Fuck yeah, man, your ass felt so good; I couldn’t help it once I hit that spot,” he huffed out of breath, “you know how it is,” he pushed himself up and slowly pulled out. Shaking his softening dick to thump my hole, flinging his last drops of cum onto my balls.

“I told you to pull out, man; that’s gross,” I felt angry, violated, and still horny at the same time.

“My bad, bro. You can go push it out in the shower if you want to take the walk of shame,” he suggested as he used my damp towel to wipe off his dick and then tossed it to me to clean up with.

I lay there, mind fucked more so than my hole, my briefs still dangling from my one ankle. I pulled them up over my now soft dick and well-used ass. I watched as Deandre went over to his bed, picked up his phone, and responded to some texts.

“Yo, that girl hit me up for your number, you want me to invite her over to take care of your dick?” He asked.

I looked at him, “I’m ok,” I told him.

“Damn, bro, don’t pass up that pussy just because you got some to taste Dea’s D,” he laughed.

“I think I’m just going to pass out,” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The room was spinning fast, and it started lulling me to sleep. I damn near passed out from all the excitement and partying.