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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It didn't take long for almost all of us to learn this new trick and those who couldn't do it, well, it wasn't because they didn't try. Every time I sucked a guy's dick, I tried to make it all disappear but, again, with more, ah, mature dicks, yeah, wasn't happening but I'd try just the same. The downside was my jaw muscles would ache something fierce and sometimes my mouth and throat would get rubbed "raw" trying to do the disappearing trick and making me wonder if there was something I was missing since, um, some of those more mature dicks weren't "all that big" or thick and I felt that I should be able to do it.

If my attempts to do the disappearing trick did anything, it got my jaw muscles used to being stretched wide. One day, after running an errand, I was sucking a man's dick as part of my payment for running the errand and I was practicing the disappearing trick on him and I guess it got his attention because he said, "You gotta relax if you're trying to do what I think you're trying to do. Just relax your throat and keep breathing through your nose!"

I gave it a try... and while I didn't make his dick disappear, I was able to get more of it in my mouth and keep it there when he shot his stuff. Later - and while giving my jaws and face a much needed break, I realized that the part I was missing was the relaxing part and saw that every time I was sucking a dick, I wasn't really relaxed while doing it but, then again, sucking a guy's dick was so exciting that it was hard to relax and I'd later find out that when a guy was fucking my mouth like it was a pussy, being able to relax - and stay relaxed the whole time - wasn't all that easy to do especially when they had long and fat dicks.

I had to learn to not panic when a guy with a huge dick head was in my mouth and it got far enough in my mouth and throat that it felt like it was getting stuck and, man, that was hard to ignore and while some guys didn't care if it was bothering me, some guys would admonish me by saying, "Never try to take more than you're able to; you're gonna hurt yourself if you keep doing that!"

A good piece of advice. I was driven to be good at sucking dick and as I had been learning, if I could suck down all of a guy's dick, the more they liked what I was doing and the more they liked it, sometimes, the faster they'd cum... but I'd also learned the hard way that unless I wanted a guy's cum to wind up coming out of my nose or almost choking on it, when he was gonna cum, just back the hell off and make it easier for me to swallow it.

By the time I was 17, there weren't too many dicks I couldn't take all the way down... but there were also a lot of dicks I just couldn't do that to. I'd seen "Deep Throat" and Linda Lovelace's performance inspired me to keep working at taking longer/fatter dicks all the way down... and I found myself sucking a lot of dicks before being able to take them deep became second nature to me. A lot of guys were impressed that I could do that and many of them told me that it made them happy that I could do something women either wouldn't or couldn't do.

The first time a guy told me that I sucked dick better than any girl who ever sucked him, I was so over the moon and proud of myself it wasn't funny. But I still learned some hard lessons about this; I didn't like it when a guy grabbed my head and forced it down until I had all of his dick and then started fucking my mouth. It was much easier for me to deep throat a guy if (1) I did it without his help and (2) if he just stayed still and let me deep throat him... but not all of the guys I sucked were of a mind to make this easy for me to do.

I learned that it was just one of those things I was going to have to get used to and I had to resist the urge to take a swing at a guy who was making me go deep on him by holding my head down... and sometimes, that didn't work well at all and I'd have to stop and tell him, "Don't do that - just let me suck your dick, damn it!"

I could deep throat guys who where seven to eight inches when hard and while it got me a lot of props from them, when they'd suck me, I felt... contempt for them because they couldn't take me deep and some of them would be gagging and making that funny "I'm gonna throw up" sound and not even having half of my dick in their mouth. But I had to realize that just because I could do it didn't mean anyone could do it; I also realized that while it was nice when someone could deep throat me, the fact that they were sucking my dick and taking my cum was more important and, as such, it didn't matter to me if they could take me deep or not; if they could, I was very appreciative but if not, it was no big deal.

It was more important for me to be able to do it. It was a challenge to be able to do it and I'd learned a long time ago that not taking on the challenge, well, it wasn't as much fun. I'd learned that if a guy wanted me to deep throat him, I didn't have to if I didn't want to and when I didn't, yeah, sometimes, we'd have a conversation about it and some of them weren't what I'd call nice or civil. I'd deep throat any guy... but when I wanted to and not because he wanted me to... and he sure as fuck wasn't going to make me do it and I made it a point to let guys know that before anything happened and warn them that if they force me to take them deep, there was a good chance they'd wind up getting hurt. The good thing was a lot of guys took that to heart; it was okay for them to put their hands on my head but they knew not to press down on my head and to just let me do what I knew how to do.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I couldn't wait to show my friends this new thing I had learned. When all of us were able to shoot the stuff, we'd all back off of whatever dick we had in our mouth until only the head was in because it made it easier to taste and swallow each other's stuff and I'd have to say that it was more instinct than anything else... but, oh, boy - did I have something to show them!

About an hour after this amazing learning experience with the "older" boy, I found one of my friends and excitedly asked him if I could suck his dick because I wanted to show him something I had just found out. He agreed and we went to a hideout and once there, I practically "attacked" him because I just couldn't wait for him to take his time getting his dick out and more so when, by chance, he was one of the four of us who had bigger dicks and sucking him always made my jaw ache. I started sucking him and he's moaning and all that; I'm doing that breathing through my nose thing and after taking as deep of a breath as I could, planted my face right into his crotch.

"Oh, shit!" my friend cursed. I felt his dick immediately swell and start shooting his stuff into my mouth - and I didn't move my head at all. It wasn't [I]that[/I] easy to keep all of his dick in my mouth and swallow his stuff but it was kind of easier since he didn't shoot as much stuff as the "older" guy had. I was looking up at him the whole time and watching all kinds of looks happening on his face and I was liking what I was seeing. It wasn't that I had never made him shoot his stuff into my mouth and swallow it before... but I'd never done it like [I]this[/I].

When he stopped shooting, he just laid there with a look on his face that even today I couldn't describe all that well. He was shocked, amazed, maybe even confused... but I was smiling like an idiot.

"What the hell was that?" he asked.

"Something Eddie showed me!" I said. We both knew Eddie, of course, which made my friend's eyes get even bigger since we - and most of us - knew how big Eddie's dick was.

"You did that to him?" he asked.

"Yup!" I said; I was so giddy that I couldn't stand still.

"Can you do it again?"

"Let's see!" I said, dropping back down alongside him and sucking on his dick until he got good and hard again and, minutes later - and with all of his dick in my mouth, he shot his stuff again.

"Oh, man... you gotta show me how to do that!" he said.

It took him some time to get the hang of it - he only barfed once and then just a little - but I got to feel the thrill of shooting my stuff into someone's mouth with all of my dick in there.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Before I even knew it was a thing, one of my biggest thrills was being able to put my whole mouth around my friends' dicks when sucking them. It not only felt good but the reaction I'd get from them was often... funny; their eyes would get big, their mouth would drop open and the first time I did it with this one particular guy, he was laughing and giggling and saying, "You made it disappear!"

Sucking bigger and, let's say, more mature dicks and making them disappear into my mouth was, at first, impossible; just too much length, girth, or both and even sucking on them the best I could would make my whole face hurt. The owners of those larger dicks wouldn't try to put more dick into my mouth than I could handle and, yeah, the first time I "bit off more than I could chew," I gagged and barfed... pretty embarrassing. The guy I was sucking, who was 16 - I was 10 - didn't make a fuss about it; he just waited for me to get my act back together, rinse my mouth out, and asked if I could continue. I was leery but his dick was still hard and there was no way I wasn't going to suck him so he could shoot his stuff in my mouth so I just nodded, took some deep breathes, and went back to sucking him.

I kept trying to take a little more of him but my gag reflex was working overtime; he put his hand on my head to stop me and I looked up at him and he said, "Breathe through your nose, not your mouth." So I tried to do what he said and found that I could take a little more of his dick, which was about six inches, into my mouth... and it was thrilling. I was paying more attention to breathing only through my nose, which was proving to not be as easy but I was getting better at it; I'm sucking his dick, going deeper and deeper every time I shoved my face forward; I remember stopping for a moment to swallow and to give my jaws a much needed break and when I started sucking him again, as I moved down on his dick, he flexed his hips...

And my nose "smashed" into his sparse pubic hair. Something inside of me was losing it's mind because I had made his dick disappear! I pulled back and did it again... and again; he must've liked it because he kept telling me to do it again until I took all of him in, felt his dick swelling in my mouth and before I could even think about moving back, he shot his stuff into my mouth with my face fairly plastered to his crotch.

I couldn't breathe and his stuff was filling my mouth up in a hurry. I'm trying to do a lot of things at the same time - trying to breathe through my nose and swallow at the same time and I was in a near panic... but managed to breathe and swallow what I could. In retrospect - and I mean after he pulled his dick out of my mouth, I realized that I could have pulled back but since I didn't, well, I just learned something that I felt was very important. The guy praised me for being able to take all of his dick in my mouth and even said that he thought I was gonna throw up again or maybe pass out - and he wasn't wrong about that - but right before he went to suck my dick he said, "If you keep practicing that, you'll be able to do it without having a problem!"[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I knew I must have been doing a good job sucking his dick because he'd stopped sucking me; he was cussing, telling me how good it was and fucking into my mouth; I had been holding onto his dick and let go of it so he could easily fuck my mouth while keeping up the suction and licking. He pulled back until only the head was in my mouth, fucking the head into my mouth quickly before shoving almost all of his dick in; I felt his dick swelling my mouth and heard him saying over and over, "Oh, shit! Oh, shit!"

Then he came... and there was a lot of it. I would have, normally, backed off until just the head was in my mouth to make it easier to swallow his cum but he had more than half of his dick in my mouth, making me "hustle" to swallow his load and not really tasting it so much. I could feel his dick easing up from the wild pumping it was doing and it was beginning to go soft but I kept sucking him to get every drop of his cum and being careful to stay away from the head of his dick.

I gasped - moaned, really - when I felt him take my dick into his mouth, his teeth scraping across my knob for a moment and started sucking me again; I felt my body automatically start fucking into his mouth and felt him grab my ass to make me do it faster and deeper. I let his now-soft dick fall from my mouth so I could do some cussing of my own and with a rather loud, "Oh, shit!" I came in his mouth, my dick pulsing like crazy and not even caring that he was having a slight problem swallowing my spunk.

I laid down next to him after he let go of me; we're both gasping like fish out of water with sweat pouring off of us big time. He was the first one to be able to speak and he said, "I knew it would be good! I knew it!"

"Yeah, it was really good," I agreed. "I guess we both should be glad that you called me a cock sucker, huh?"
If he could have blushed and it could have been seen, I was sure he did.

"I'm still sorry I said that," he said. "I was mad because you beat me real bad... but, um, I was trying to tell you something, too."

"Why didn't you just say it?" I asked. "The worst that could have happened was that I might have said no... not that I would have."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I am a cock sucker and it took you saying it to really make me realize that I am and, besides, I wouldn't have said no because I really do love sucking dick," I said - and I was very much okay with accepting the reality of what I knew myself to be.

We laid there talking about a lot of nothing before we were both ready to do it again, this time lying side by side and kinda taking it nice and slow and I was, more than any other time, really reveling in being the cock sucker he "said" I was yesterday. We finished up and, checking my watch, saw that it was time for me to head home so my mom could give me any instructions she had before she left for work. I felt good walking home with two loads of sperm in my belly and even more after accepting the reality that I was a cock sucker.

And to re-confirm it, as soon as my mom left for work, I went right to sucking my brother's dick because I wanted to and I could and knew he needed to be sucked... because I was a cock sucker and proud to be one.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I blinked and looked to see the friend I had given an resounding defeat to playing Monopoly and I immediately got ready to fight and he saw it and said, "I don't wanna fight you. I was looking for you to apologize for getting mad and calling you a cock sucker, okay?"

"But I am a cock sucker," I said - and I'll be damned if I knew why I said it. It just came out of my mouth all by itself and, even stranger, I was totally calm about it.

"You are?" he asked - after he picked his jaw up off the ground. "For real?"

"Yeah, for real," I said as he sat down next to me. "I probably need to apologize for getting you in trouble with your parents, don't I?"

"Forget that! You really suck dick?" he asked.

"I said that I did," I said. "It not that big of a deal; a lot of guys suck dick."

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it - and before you ask, no; I'm not a faggot."

"Damn... you go both ways?" he asked and the way he did made me really look at him. He had this look on his face like he'd just found $100 lying on the sidewalk.

I just looked at him without confirming or denying anything; my brain was still trying to figure out why I had said what I did and I felt so disconnected from myself that it took me almost a minute to realize that he had said, "Um, I like to suck dick, too - you're not gonna tell anyone are you?"

"Huh?" I asked once his words settled into my brain; did he just say what I think he said?

He didn't respond to my "huh" and an awkward silence descended onto us. I'm all in my head, still trying to find out why I told him my secret while trying to process what he'd just said and it was like my mind was stuck in some kind of loop that didn't make any sense to me.

"Hey, um, look, um, you wanna come over so we can, um, so we can suck each other's dick?" he asked.

"What?" I asked, snapping back into the here and now.

"I wanna suck your dick," he said quietly. "Matter of fact, I've been wanting to suck your dick ever since we met."

"Oh," I said, mentally slapping myself for such stupid responses. "Well, okay, if you really want to, I'm down with it."

As we made our way to his place - he'd already confirmed there would be no one there - I was thinking about the irony of going to suck a guy's dick who had, the other day, called me a cock sucker... and now discovering that he was one, too. It was weird processing all of this and trying to pay attention to him telling me how he became a cock sucker and how scared he was to let anyone else know - the usual stuff that was common among guys who liked having sex with other guys.

I should have felt very excited to suck his dick... because it was a dick. I was but at the same time I kinda wasn't and all because my brain was too busy trying to make sense of the realization of being a cock sucker; I even almost missed him asking me if I swallowed cum or spit it out or some other thing he mentioned that I just wasn't paying attention to. We get to his place and go straight to his bedroom; he's breaking some kind of record getting out of his clothes and I'm undressing as well but I'm still distracted by my thoughts and just operating on autopilot.

"Wow, that's a nice dick," he said, once again snapping me out of my thoughts; I looked at him, blinked, then looked down at his dick, which was already hard and, wow - his dick was pretty big!

"Thanks," I said - and feeling silly saying it. "Yours ain't bad either!"

We stood there looking at each other and I felt even more stupid because it took me a minute to realize that we were waiting on each other to get this started. I heard myself say, "Oh, yeah, right...," took him by the hand and led him to his bed; he laid down on his back and I got into position over him so we could do it together. I opened my mouth, gave his knob a couple of licks and started sucking him and like we'd been doing it all along. My mind shut itself off and paid attention to the fact that he had to be a good eight inches long and went to work on him. He's beneath me and sucking my dick like his whole life depended on it and everything else just faded into the background until the only thing left was his dick in my mouth and his on mine.

Except this one thing that kept going on in my head: Cock sucker. Yeah, me - I'm a cock sucker. That part of me was having fun taking him deep, sucking on his spongy knob and letting my tongue do whatever it wanted to do; I was becoming more aware of how he was sucking me and kinda laughing a little to myself whenever he tried to take me deep and as I was easily doing to him... and it was making him gag but he was hanging in there and doing to me what I was doing to him. If I backed off and sucked/licked the head of his dick, he did the same thing to me; I'd go deep and hold him there and, well, he tried to duplicate it but wasn't that successful since my dick was just as long (and fatter) than his.

Yeah, I'm a cock sucker... and a better cock sucker than he is. A warm wave of... pride or ego swept over me as I started sucking him with a purpose; I wanted to make him cum; I wanted to taste it and swallow it all down... because I was a cock sucker and that's what cock suckers do.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I started the next day by sucking my brother's dick which was a bit unusual but was one of those things where we'd both gotten out of the bathroom and were getting dressed; I looked at him, he looked back and dicks got sucked - no big deal but a different way to start the day.

I went outside looking for my friends and was kinda roaming around all over the place; as I walked through the park - and thinking about playing some basketball - I heard two guys talking and one guy called the other guy a cock sucker over something the second guy had said. That guy laughed and said, "You wish, motherfucker!" and they both laughed but hearing that had me looking inside myself to see if even hearing it made me mad or anything like that...

And it hadn't. The realization that I was, very much indeed, a cock sucker was still stuck in my head and that "voice in my head" saw fit to confirm that, obviously, I was one given how I started my day, huh? I felt good about it but kinda not so good and I wasn't sure why I didn't. I mean, I'd been sucking dicks for a while now and it wasn't that big of a deal but now it was... but it shouldn't have been. I got to the basketball courts and set the thoughts aside to get into a game. We're playing full court and the team I was on was winning by four; we had the ball and looking to score when the guy with the ball made a bad pass; a defender snatched it up and was hauling ass for an easy layup but since I was closer, I took off after him, made an adjustment and just as he went to lay it up and in, I leaped up and pinned the ball to the backboard.

"You cock sucker!" the guy yelped before claiming that I fouled him. In that moment, I realized that had he called me that, say, yesterday and before the realization hit me, I would have punched him in the mouth and anywhere else I could hit him. Instead, I just looked at him and laughed, reminded him that I got all ball, and the game went on and we won the game. Afterward, the guy was still giving me shit about fouling him and kept calling me a cock sucking scum sucker; one part of me wanted to cave his face in but the part that had gotten readjusted by the realization said, "Just leave it alone... because you are a cock and scum sucker!" The other guys were trying to egg us into a fight and it probably would have happened... except someone reminded him that he didn't want to fight me because I "knew some shit."

I left the courts and continue to just roam around thinking about accepting the reality of me being a cock sucker and just because "everyone else" thought it to be bad, it still wasn't and I understood that the only reason why it was such a bad thing was because boys weren't supposed to suck dick.

"But that doesn't mean we don't and can't," I had said out loud to myself, making two girls who were walking by look at me like I was crazy for talking to myself. I sat down on a bench... because I realized that I was just walking without a real purpose and I was a little tired after playing basketball. I was just... sitting there and staring at nothing in particular when I heard a voice say, "Oh, there you are - I've been looking for you!"[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]When I was 12 or 13, a friend and I were playing Monopoly and I had wiped him out in short order; he hadn't believed that I won a contest playing the game and he was bragging about how good he was at playing it so said, "Let's play..." and bankrupted him like thirty minutes later.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"You cock sucker!" he cried out as he grabbed the board and tossed it across the room, scattering the pieces and money all over the place which made me laugh because it was his game and not mine... then my mind caught up with what my ears heard I got fighting mad at him. The short end of this was that he kept calling me a cock sucker and pissing me off and we wound up fighting; his parents broke us up, asked why we were fighting and he tried to play it off by saying we got to fighting because he lost playing Monopoly but I was still agitated and said that he was lying and we were fighting because he called me a bad name.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]I didn't say it until his parents assured me that I wouldn't get in trouble by telling them what their son said... so I told them... and had a little grin on my face to hear him getting his ass beat as I was leaving. As I meandered around on my way back home, I got to thinking about him calling me a cock sucker... and stopped dead in my tracks to realize that I was a cock sucker. That realization hit me so hard that I had stopped in the middle of the street I was crossing and when I realized where I was, I considered myself lucky that I didn't get hit by a car - again.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]The realization was disturbing and even more so when I hadn't connected my favorite thing to do with other guys with that particular insult but now I had; once I got my ass back on a sidewalk, I was walking along and thinking about how many times the cock sucker epitaph was hurled at me for some reason - joking or out of anger - and I'd either laugh it off or, since them was fighting words, the scrap would be on. I was so deep in thought about this that I almost walked into a telephone pole to realize that I was getting fighting mad over being called something I actually was. In fact, before I went to my friend's house and I kicked his ass playing Monopoly, I had sucked off not one but two other friends.

Cock sucker. Me. Yep. Loved doing it and couldn't get enough of doing it. Shit.

Now, the usual response that didn't call for a fight to start - and when someone called someone else a cock sucker - was, "It takes one to know one!" and still deep in shock over this realization had me thinking about how untrue that really was since the only way you knew a guy was a cock sucker was if you knew for a fact that he was. As it happened, I bumped into a guy - I hadn't really seen him - and I apologized to him, only to hear him say, "Watch where you're going, cock sucker!"

Yeah, ouch. Like I didn't already have a lot of shit on my mind about this but the thing I noticed was I didn't get mad at being called a cock sucker. This new realization was changing me on the fly and making me see why being called one was bad enough for the best of friends to fight like wild dogs... and even if it was true. While everyone was of a very firm mind that cock sucking - among boys - was a bad thing, well, I knew that it really wasn't and my mind somehow made the adjustment to decide that the next time someone called me a cock sucker, I shouldn't get mad about it because I was a cock sucker.

And to prove the point, once I got back into my neighborhood, I ran into one of the guys I had sucked dicks with earlier and he very much wanted to do it again... so we did... but this time, it seemed to take on a whole new meaning to me and the further proof of it was after we came in each other's mouth and were deciding if we had time to do it again, he said, "Wow... you're a really good cock sucker!"

And I thought, "Yeah, I am, aren't I?" I hadn't felt that spark of anger I'd normally feel hearing this directed at me - I actually felt pretty good about it. It wasn't the first time a guy told me that I was a good cock sucker but now? It had more meaning and gave me an even greater sense of... pride, I guess. We sucked each other off again and I finally made it back home with my mind working overtime about this revelation. My brother was home - he'd gotten himself grounded (again) - and had been there stuck in our room and the first thing he said to me when I went in was, "I really need to suck your dick, okay?"

Once our mother left for work, I spent the next couple of hours with my brother sucking each other off until we couldn't get it up again. Cock sucker. Yep. It takes one to know one... because I am one.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]He rolled off of me and grinned when we both heard my dick pop out of his ass... and I didn't waste any time pouncing on his dick to suck him into hardness; it was all I could do to keep myself from finishing him quickly but I wanted him to feel the way he made me feel. I sucked him slowly, teasing him and still resisting the urge to eat him alive but I had other plans for him.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]I stopped sucking him long enough to reach over and grab the jar of Vaseline I now kept on my nightstand and after applying a huge glob of it to and in my ass, climbed onto him and giving him my best evil grin and more so when I knew that he didn't really like fucking me all that much. I sighed as all of his dick slid easily into me and it made me shiver as I started grinding my ass onto his dick, never taking my eyes off of him and noticing the little war going on inside of him. He didn't like fucking me but he kinda liked it, too; I saw the joy and fear in his eyes and his tears were streaming down his face as I kept up my slow pace.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]I'd had a lot of dicks in my ass but his felt like it was specifically made to be in mine and I loved every second of having him inside me and knowing that he didn't like it... but was going to cum inside me just the same.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"I... I don't want to," he said.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"You're going to," I replied. "Fair is fair, right?"[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]He mumbled something as I rode him faster. I needed him to cum in me; I needed to feel his cock pulsing while trapped deep inside of me and then he came... and it felt so damned good. I looked at him as I just sat still to better feel his prick's spasms inside me.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"I hate it when you make me do that," he complained.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"I know," I said. "That's what makes this so much better."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]I rolled off of him and went right to kissing him and letting the kiss convey how much I truly loved him. After a while, we got up and went to shower again and even took time to get something to eat and drink before returning to the bedroom to do it all over again.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]It was the best time we'd ever spent together. His stamina always amazed me and it equally amazed me how he could push me to my limits but was able to keep me wanting to do more to and with him and I recalled how surprised my wife was one night when I spent almost four hours making love to her nonstop and because of the things I had learned from him. We spent the entire day sucking and fucking each other, sometimes all wrapped up in each other's arms and both of us crying happy tears.

By the time my wife and kids returned from their day trip, we were doing what we normally did, both of us in the kitchen and getting dinner ready. Before the returned, he had said to me, "I didn't want it to stop but I knew it had to because I promised her that I'd leave you something to make love to her with."

"Don't be surprised if she asks you to join us again," I said. "She likes the way you eat her."

"Who knew eating pussy could be so much fun?" he asked while blushing.

"I knew it," I said with a laugh. "So much for gay guys not liking pussy, huh?"

It was a day I'll never forget...[/FONT][/SIZE]