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Subject: Howard’s Son Please donate to Nifty. This site is one of the true bastions of freedom of expression. Freedom comes with a cost. Keep this site alive by donating today. Where else would you go if it weren’t here? Donate to Nifty now. This is a tale of father-son incest. Please use your discretion. Howard’s Son At thirty-six years of age Howard Fairman had made it big. His fortune was estimated in the hundred of millions. There was the penthouse in Rome, a pied-a-terre in Montreal and an estate in Connecticut. He raised horses in Virginia, cattle in Texas as well as oil; lots and lots of barrels. Single for several years he never lacked for company. An ex-wife in Milan and a son in Calgary were well supported. He had his own gym in each of his homes so his physique and his movie star looks only added to the allure of his mystique. Women were plentiful: easily got, easily discarded. There was only one part of his life that could interrupt his day or his night, that could stop a meeting or hold up a flight, that could stop the whirlwind about him: his son, Billy. William Aaron Fairman was the result of a two-year liaison. The resulting custody battle had made headlines around the world. Billy was dubbed the ‘Billion Dollar Boy’. Once the dust settled the mother received her outrageous monthly settlement as long as she never married or co-habitated. If she did the money would stop. Howard took his son with him every other month. But now the terms had changed. She was getting married. And Billy was coming to live with him permanently. Howard stopped his board meeting. As he answered his phone he said, “One moment.” With barely a glance he waited for the directors to leave the chamber. Once alone he spoke into the phone. “Hiya, baby. How’s my boy?” “Hi, daddy. I’m in the car. How come you didn’t see my plane come?” “Working, baby. Daddy’s got a meeting.” “You always have meetings.” “Yeah, I do, don’t I?” Howard laughed. “But I won’t when you get here. I miss you, honey. How was the flight?” “Bumpy, bumpy. But I got three bags of peanuts.” “Three! You’re travelling like a Rockefeller.” “And I got wings from the pilot.” “Whoo-hoo, you’re practically able to fly the plane.” Howard glanced at his watch. “I’m gonna meet you at home, okay? Hilda’s got a good lunch already for you. Daddy’ll be home in time for tea, okay?” “Okay. Miss you lots.” “I miss you lots. Bye bye.” “Bye bye.” Howard clicked the second top name on his phone. “Claire? Send in the suits.” The penthouse was new. Billy loved the view out over the ocean. Sailboats drifted lazily as an occasional speedboat shot past with a skier roped to the back. Hilda spoiled him as she always did the first day. Peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich with the crust cut off but placed on a separate plate along with carrot sticks and cherry tomatoes. The milk was always mixed chocolate with the powder – his favorite type of chocolate milk. Hilda also sat with him enjoying the same meal so he wouldn’t have to eat alone. She would tend to him until daddy came home. Howard wanted to get out and push the Rolls. He was so anxious to see his son. At this time the traffic should have been less than it was. The anxiety made his chest ache. Now that ‘she’ had relinquished custody on any permanent basis after receiving a generous dowery the boy was his. All his. Stuck in traffic he wondered if he should have taken a helicopter. Hilda took the call as Billy played with the logs building a cabin for him and daddy. “Billy?” Hilda watched the blue eyes look up wide. “Your father’s on his way up.” The boy ran from the den, down the hall, through the living room, all the way to the front door. He waited for the knob to turn. He waited for the signs. The elevator dinged. There were murmurs. There always was as daddy spoke to his security. The key in the lock clicked. And then the knob turned. “Billy!” “Daddy!” The boy was up in his father’s arms. Kisses and hugs followed as Billy’s arms and legs wrapped about the man. Suited arms held him close as he received his million-billion kisses. “How’re you doing?” Howard’s smile was as broad as his sons. “I can tell you are. I can still taste peanut butter.” “You smell good.” Billy toyed with the knot of his daddy’s tie. “I built us a cabin.” “A cabin. A great big one?” “Nope. One for me and you. Come see it in the den.” Howard admitted his admiration for the one story square home. Though he tactfully pointed out there were no windows. Billy was non-plussed. They could chop windows out of the logs. Still they both liked the design. Tea was finger sandwiches, scones and tea. Billy loved his teas with daddy. It made him feel quite grown-up and sophisticated. “Mr. Fairman, would a roast suffice for dinner?” Howard glanced at Hilda. “No. Thank you. You can go, Hilda. We’ll just pick through the fridge. Thanks for tea.” Billy looked up brightly. “Thank you, Hilda. It was very yummy.” “Well, thank you, Master Fairman.” They lingered over the remainder of the tea until Hilda was escorted down to the waiting limousine and off to her home. The tea meal was cleared by the two Fairmans. “Time to get the business gone”, Howard said. It was his way of saying he was going to change into casual clothes. “You put your logs away but keep the cabin out. I like that. A place for you and me. Maybe we should get a cabin we can escape to.” Billy put away the scattered plastic logs but left his construction. He made his way down the other hallway to daddy’s room. As he entered daddy was hanging up his suit in the massive closet. The man wore a white short sleeved undershirt and nothing else. Billy crept into the room climbing onto the big bed. As he sat he stared at the furry round globes of his daddy’s butt. “Daddy? You’re bare.” Howard glanced over his shoulder as he lifted the tie from where he’d tossed it. “Yes, I am. I’m changing. I have to take off the old before I put on the new.” When his daddy re-emerged from the closet his eyes widened. The pendulous cock swayed as the hulk moved towards him. The hair above was black and dense. The cock swung with weight as the balls bounced beneath. He never knew a pee-pee could grow so big. It was magnificent. Daddy stood not three feet in front of him. The shirt was removed revealing the hairy body beneath. He knew what was above and below where the speedos were worn. Billy just had no idea so much existed between. Big blue eyes looked up at his dad’s warm face. His cheeks crimsoned. “It’s okay to look.” Howard placed his fists on his hips. He was wholly aware of how great his well-muscled body looked. And he felt his ego rise as the boy took such obvious admiration in his form. He took a step forward. “Do you like the way daddy looks bare?” “Yeah”, he grinned. The question gave him the freedom to stare as much as he wanted. The shaft was thicker where the hair was than at the bottom though the knob was silky purple with sloping edges and puffed fuller than the neck. The balls didn’t look very hairy but were definitely big. The black hair was coarse looking and very curly which was a surprise. Daddy had short straight hair on his head. gaziantep escort Then daddy did the most wonderful thing by lifting the cock up so he could really see the balls. The bag was wrinkled at the top but smooth where the big balls nestled together. Billy grinned in admiration. “Might as well get used to seeing it all. You’re going to be seeing this every day.” “I am?” The smile never left his face. “Well, sure. Why wouldn’t you? You’re living here full time. Might as well know what your old man looks like.” “Cool”, he said drawing out the word. “I’m going to get dressed. Do you want to play a board game?” As Howard walked by his son to get fresh briefs he was aware the boy turned to check out his butt. Billy changed into his pyjamas then got into bed. One of the things he always loved about the first night with daddy was that he didn’t have to take a bath. He slid under his covers waiting for daddy’s arrival. And then the warm handsome face poked in his doorway. “Snug as a bug in a rug?” Howard strode into the room in a bathrobe fresh from his evening shower. Sitting on the bed by his sons legs he bent down planting a kiss on the sweet lips. As he sat up he asked, “Sleepy?” “Kinda.” “Well, you had a big day. A plane ride. You got wings. And you built us a cabin. Quite a lot for one day.” “I’m glad I get to stay with you from now on.” “Me, too.” He laid a paw on one of the blanket-covered knees. “What was your favorite part of the day? Your pilot wings?” “Um”, he thought. He truly ran the day through his mind. Getting up early. The big breakfast. The goid-byes at the house. The chauffeur seeing him off on the plane. The wings. Getting to meet the pilot. Seeing Hilda. The peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Seeing daddy… “I think when you were bare.” Howard smiled warmly. “Just remember that’s family stuff.” The meaning was clear. He could not talk about his dad or mom or anything at home. Security was always tight. But the young face was happy. Howard let his leg farthest from the bed spread away. “But I did like it. It’s the first time you were ever bare.” “Well, we’re bound to see each other naked. After all we’re two men living together. There should be but few secrets between us. Agreed?” “Okay.” Billy glanced to see the inside of his dad’s exposed calf and knee and lower thigh. He noted the hairs but he’d seen that all before. “I got a shower in my bathroom. Can you teach me to take a shower?” “Yes, I can do that. Tomorrow night, if you like.” He cocked his head. “Still don’t like baths?” The lad wrinkled his nose. “I like baths. They’re quite relaxing. But if a shower is desired then that you shall have.” He moved his leg slightly. The robe slid upwards as it slipped from covering the knee. Howard looked about his sons room. “You’ll have to choose a color. Or maybe wallpaper.” As his daddy talked about finishing the room Billy glanced up the legs. He took in the view of the fat cock and balls. The cock looked so soft. There was a velvety texture that seemed to be begging to be touched. And the knob looked silky sweet. “What do you think?” Billy was startled by the question. His face betrayed that he may have been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Howard studied the face, looked down at his robe, then back. “Oh, I see.” Smirking he assuaged the boys fear. “I told you it was okay to look. It’s just us men.” Undoing the sash he opened the robe. “Here you go.” Billy sat up staring at his daddy’s exposed crotch. To be able to admire the sex so openly was as thrilling as the sight. For several long minutes he took in the view of daddy cock. Howard gave a stage cough. “It’s almost nine-thirty. You need your sleep.” He refastened the robe before giving a final sweet kiss. “I’ll probably be gone before you wake up but I’ll see you at tea tomorrow.” Billy watched his daddy leave. As he settled into his comfort he hoped he would dream of daddy’s cock. And he did. The following evening they supped at seven as was the norm. Hilda was gone by eight as security did a thorough sweep of the penthouse. Once they were alone Howard offered a wink. Billy giggled gleefully. “Shower?” “Yes. Shower. Go strip and meet me in my room. My shower is larger.” Once Billy had pulled off all of his clothes he raced down to his daddy’s room. The naked man stood adjusting the temperature. Taking the paw the boy followed the man under the spray. As the water rained Billy loved the feeling. The spray soaked his hair. The lad paid little attention as he was vigorously soaped up by his kneeling daddy. The warm shower was like being in the rain outdoors in the tropics that he and daddy had been once caught in. It felt luxurious. “Uh oh,” daddy chuckled. “Looks like someone’s pee-pee is hard.” Billy looked at his lathered crotch. Sure enough his little hard-on jutted out as daddy washed the sides of his shaft between thumb and forefinger. The back and forth motion felt tingley. He grinned back at daddy’s humorous grin. “Looks like my little boy is growing up.” Howard masturbated the cocklette between his thumb and finger. The shaft was thin but delicately hard. The little knob peeked out from the white soap. “Yup, you’re definitely getting to be a big boy.” Expertly he fondled the balls with his other three fingers as he jerked his boy. “Not too shabby,” Howard admired. He then used the cascading waterfalls from the smooth torso to wash away the soap. Sudse-free Howard jerked the sides of the sweet prick. “Why does it do that, daddy?” Billy watched the manipulating digits on his pee-pee. The little knob, usually quite pale, was now a solid pink. “Not sure. Let me take a closer look.” Howard pressed his lips to his sons flesh as the pricklette was gently suckled in his mouth. His warm wet mouth made love to his son. The tongue explored the little silky knob with its puffed up ridges and tiny piss slit. The thin shaft was firm with nary an imperfection. With thumb and forefinger holding the base Howard bobbed his head slightly giving his son the sensations of his first blowjob. The little pricklette was resolute in its firmness. The wee knob flaring with each suckle. With some reluctance he sat back. His eyes took in the beauty of the boy. “Seems natural and fine. Yup, you definitely have a good cock.” “Cock?” Howard grinned. “That’s what guys who get hard call it.” Howard rose. “And you definitely get hard.” Billy stared at his dad’s cock. The pole pointed straight out. It was even fatter and longer than before. The tip was a dark purple now. As he stared it grew even fatter as it rose up to point at the ceiling. The magnificence was astounding. The big balls seemed to hug the bottom of the shaft as if to keep it warm. His mouth hung open in awe. Wide-eyed he looked up to daddy’s face. “Wow, daddy! You really get big!” Eyes rested once again on his first hard man cock. “So will you one day.” Howard used the soap lathering his body quickly. Ignoring his son for the moment he concentrated on a thorough scrub. Once he had rinsed the suds he then saw Billy leaning with his back to the tiled wall. The boy had watched him intently the entire time. Howard had been to gyms. He was suriyeli escort used to admiring glances when he had worked out or been in the locker room with other men. But he had to admit to himself that this audience of one gave him a thrill he had never known. There was something powerful in being the admiration of his sons eyes. He wanted to strut with pride. As the water stopped Billy was handed a towel. Carefully he clumsily dried himself with the large towel. He was aware daddy was doing the same but the cloth was cumbersome as it took his full attention. Daddy soon crouched before him finishing his pat down. Billy was disappointed that his daddy’s towel was secured about the waist and even more so when he realized the cock was no longer in a magnificent state. “There”, Howard grinned. “Now you’re a freshly cleaned little prince.” He patted his sons head. “Go put on your pyjama top. I’ll fix us a snack. Actually meet me in the den. We’ll watch a movie. You can pick it out. Go on.” As Billy made it to the door he turned suddenly. “What about the bottoms?” “Not when it’s just us guys. I’m going to wear a tee shirt. That’s all. Hurry up.” When Billy found his daddy in the den the man was true to his word. Daddy stood in the room wearing only the cotton top and was gloriously naked otherwise. As his father turned to acknowledge his presence the man grinned. “I didn’t want to”, Billy said explaining his nudity. “Okay?” “Definitely.” They ate junk while the watched a family film. They laughed at the animated antics of the characters, even singing along to the songs. The food was nibbled away along with the strawed cans of pop. And as the film ended Howard tickle-attacked his naked son. The boy giggled loudly as he rocked his body in a futile attempt at escape. But the assault though intense was short-lived, just like a commercial break. “Since tomorrow is Hilda’s day off why don’t you sleep in the big bed with me”, Howard stated. “Honest and for true?” “Yuppers.” Gathering up his son he took the tyke to his room. Tossing the kid on the bed Howard moved towards the doorway. “I’m going to close up and straighten the den. I sure don’t want Hilda mad at me.” Billy giggled as he pulled back the sheets taking his place in the right side of the big bed. He sat cross-legged and uncovered. Through the doorway he watched the encroaching darkness as lights were extinguished. Once it was very dark daddy appeared at the doorway. He drank in the glorious sight of the bottomless man. There was a pause. Then daddy turned off the bathroom light before taking his side of the bed. They curled up facing each other under the blankets creating a sheeted burrow between them. “Good day?” Billy fingered the hairs on his dad’s chest. “Yeah. And for you?” “Yuppers. A good day. What was your favorite part?” “Oh, the shower.” Billy said it with deep seriousness. “So you like showers now. Better than baths I’ll bet.” “Much better. Especially with you.” Billy toyed with the hairs as a large paw soothed about the side of his body. “Daddy?” “Hmm?” “How come pee-pees, I mean cocks, get hard anyway?” “Lots of reasons.” Fingers traipsed through the lads fleecey hair. “Could be cause it feels good or you see something that excites you. Or maybe because you love someone in a special way. Like falling in love and stuff.” His paw slid down the base of the skull, then down the back, over the rump and over the curled thighs then back up to the neck. “How come you kissed my pee-pee?” “Cock”, Howard corrected. “Just wanted to be sure you were growing properly. It’s family business and just between us. Lots of dad’s check their sons out that way. In fact I know several very prominent men who do.” The paw gently slid from thigh worming it’s way between the boys legs. Billy accommodated by spreading his curled leg. The beefy fingers began by fondling the soft bag with its little peas. “Men know how good it feels to have their cocks sucked. I think it’s a way to pass on the good feelings.” As he molested his balls the thumb teased the cocklette. The little sprout rose to hardness. “Does your cock always get that big?” “I guess so, yes.” As his son ruminated for a few minutes his beefy fingers fondled both cocklette and ballys. He kissed the lads forehead tenderly. The boy felt so good in his hungry arms. Howard knew he wanted this but never realized how much. He was like a drifting man that had found land. A boy in his bed, in his arms was true wealth. Pure happiness. He kissed his son tenderly on the lips lingering only moments longer than he usually did. “Are you ready for sleep?” The big round eyes bore into daddy’s. “Maybe you could kiss my cock goodnight?” “Yes.” He gave his son another kiss. This time the lips were looser without any tension. That gave an erotic charge to his lingering. Tossing the sheets aside he surveyed the boy territory. The fondling paw slid up to the chest. The fingers danced where his eyes rested. From chest center to left pap, right pap, sweet slightly rounded belly and concave belly button. The fingers trailed. The eyes feasted. All that lay before him was his to love. His pedo fingers once more fondled the ballys then cocklette. “Want me to kiss this?” “Yeah.” Howard was more than happy to comply. Curling his torso, his mouth engulfed the knob tenderly. His paw raised up the boys farthest leg by soothing up the back of the thigh. There below his mouth lay the succulent sac with its pearl contents. Below even there lay the gentle roundness and lovely separation of the butt cheeks. His mouth carefully gobbled up the cocklette. As his tongue carressed the stalk and knob his mouth suckled with a father’s lust. Billy combed his fingers through the thick hairs of his father’s head. The tingles from his crotch reached all the way up his back to his shoulders. His hard-on felt massive under daddy’s expert care. And when the tongue lapped at his ballys he felt a heat he had never known before. Even his temples throbbed. Looking down he watched the flat of the tongue lift up his full bag only to see the balls drop out of view. As much as his body felt, his eyes feasted on the continuous lewd sight. Howard licked the bag fully aware of the show he was presenting for his son. Past experience told him how to present the wonders inherent in an expert blowjob. When his tongue danced about the knob he heard the sharp intake of breath of a boys pleasure. The tip of the tongue wrote in its memory every curve, bump, and fold of the head. The piss slit seemed to kiss back as it was prodded for the first time by a man’s tongue tip. The tongue then danced down the sides to dart about the ballys. They bounced with each urging. He lapped under the bag allowing the pearls to slide over his tongue. Then the tip caused another gasp as it slid into the fold of boy cheeks. Billy sighed. His thighs were spread by the paws that carressed their undersides. But daddy’s tongue… It tickled his pooper. The mouth muscle licked the hole as though it were the tastiest thing in the world. It was strange how good it felt. A full wet tongue licked the asshole greedily. Billy loved the squirmy snake. rus escort Howard loved the gentle fold of the sweet cheeks. His tongue darted in between them assaulting the hole in determined prodding. The end slid up the slit knowing one day if he was lucky it would be with something far more substantial. For now his tongue would do. The asshole relaxed at the licking until his tongue could taste the moistness of the insides. Wanting so much more he reluctantly let his tongue slide up to the bag. A few flat laps and he was once more on the cocklette sucking with soft vigor. As he moved up beside his son he kissed the receptive lips. “There. He’s had his good night kiss.” Howard’s voice was lowly deep. Billy looked with wonderment to the handsome face. For the first time he noticed how warm his daddy’s eyes could be. His hand found the warm cheek. The face moved kissing the palm of his hand. Billy grinned. “You ready for sleep?” The boys wonder had not abated. His voice seemed lost. There was so much left to process. His hands searched the face as the man’s pleasant expression lulled his working brain. His heart however thumped with something he could not discern. Impulsively he kissed the soft lips. Howard soothed his sons back and buttocks. He watched the boy settle into sleep. For a long time he simply took in the absolute beauty of his son. When Billy woke in the morning he found his father sitting up in bed reading a document. Probably work, the boy surmised. He could smell the coffee that he knew was on his daddy’s night table. Glancing at his own he saw a glass of juice. Looking back daddy was grinning down at him. “Good morning, sleepy head. It’s almost eight-thirty.” Howard went back to his report. Billy stumbled from the bed to the toilet then back again. He drank some of his juice as he sat beside the man. A feeling of being very grown-up was upon him. “Watcha reading?” “Statistical analysis of the Berum Mine.” He chuckled at himself. “You know, work crap.” His son grinned back. As the boy sidled up with his arms sliding about his waist his own foot slid down along the bed causing the waist high sheets to slide down to mid-thigh. Billy stared down. The hard-ons plump purple knob seemed to be grinning sideways with its piss slit. It lay proudly against the stomach almost touching his arm. A paw touching his head made him look up. “It’s there if you want it.” Billy looked down again. He slid his hand back to the middle of his daddy’s forest. Eyes stared intently. He lifted his head from the body though the large paw rubbed his back in delicate motion. He slid the palm of his hand over the silky knob. The heat was surprising. His palm moved down to clasp fingers about the neck. He really wasn’t surprised that thumb and fingers never met but he wished it. The pole was remarkably hard. But, still, the flesh felt velvety. The hand slid slowly down. As it travelled the distance between thumb and fingertips grew. The base with its growth of hair was very fat indeed. Sliding back up the digits came closer to meeting. He liked the sensation of his fingers gripping more then less of each cock stroke. Billy also noticed when his fist pushed slightly up on the ridge of the knob that the piss slit took on a wrinkled old man expression. He liked making that happen to. The paw on his back slowly moved up to his neck where the beefy fingers massaged. Billy stared at the beautiful head as his hand slid up and down daddy’s cock. “I think he should be kissed good morning. Don’t you?” The voice was modulated softly low. Billy agreed. The soft lips kissed the old man. The heat was soothing so he kissed him again. The fingers on one side of his neck and the thumb on the other matched his own grip of daddy’s cock. He brought his other arm from behind the man allowing for both hands to grip the pole. Lips kissed a third time. Then with a boldness he had never displayed before Billy parted his lips to lick the old man. It was strange really. The rest of the skin was satiny taut but the wrinkled slit moved freely as he tongue prodded. The boy enjoyed the sensation. “That feels nice, son.” Billy grinned though daddy couldn’t see. His tongue licked more of the satin. There was another surprise. The wetter the knob became the more easier it was to lick. His tongue began to slide carelessly about the bulb. In fact he began to lick with much pressure. It was actually fun. Saltiness crept into the taste but otherwise there wasn’t much flavor. But as the saltiness increased then a flavor began. It was new. Creamy with a musty undertone. Whatever the taste it clung to the back of his throat. He made the discovery that if he choked the cock the flavor grew. Soon the knob was slickly smooth allowing his tongue to glide over with skill. Lips could easily slide over the knob as his tongue skated the surface. That was funny, too. If Billy places his lips on top they easily skied down the slopes. In little time his mouth was wide as the slopes slid into his mouth. It was his lips now that choked the neck. The fat bulbous cockhead filled the entirety of his maw. Now he did what was the most natural thing of all. Billy sucked his daddy’s cock. Howard sighed in gratitude. Like all boys since time began Billy was a born cocksucker. The man longed to see his cock being so well loved by his son. The back of his head and the succulent sensations would have to suffice for now. The idea of what he looked like with his mouth full of man and the warm wet mouth were enough. For now. “Baby, this feels so so good.” Billy sucked up the daddy nectar that now seeped from the knob. Trickled of precum coated his tongue, his mouth, the back of his throat. Sucking then slurping his skill increased with every moment that knob remained secured. Hands held firm. The stalk seemed to come alive as it throbbed. Spit that slid down coated Billy’s hands creating a slickness that allowed his hands to slide up and down. With these strokes the head seemed to expand in his mouth. The cock jerked itself in response to the sucking, to the masturbating hands. Howard squeezed his sons neck as he pulled the head off. As the boy looked at him he merely stared at his own wet cock. “Watch. This is daddy’s cream. The essence of humanity.” Billy looked. Stunned he watched a white geyser fly up into the air. Before it could fall back there was another. Then another. Yet still more. In awe he watched the creamy goop upon daddy’s chest hair. It looked about his fingers. Then a final dollop oozed out of the wrinkled old man. Billy was mesmerized. “Daddy…?” Howard ruffled his sons hair as he panted all that he’d suppressed. “It’s a good thing, son. A very good thing.” He sighed as he enjoyed the glow brought on by boy-suck. An index finger took a chest glob to his lips. “Mmm”, he throated as he sucked. Looking at his sweet boy he nodded towards his cock. “Taste the cream on my knob. See if you like it as much as I do.” Billy, still holding the cock, bent low taking the cockhead into his mouth. Suckling daddy’s cock he tasted the man’s cum. Then he swallowed. Billy sucked harder. Then harder still. Howard grinned. No doubt about it. The boy was a natural. Aren’t all boys. Dear reader This is a story I never finished until now. Please accept this as my final tale for awhile. I will return but work has become quite demanding of my time. Thanks to all of your support and the many pics. We’ll talk ail P.S. thanks j.l. for making me finish the story. Guess the inspiration worked.

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