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“It’s kind of. . . not sexy. Unsexy. To lay here naked. While you watch me like that,” Herman said.
Robert’s gaze roamed upward to meet Herman’s, tracing the long contours of his body on the way. He was sprawled out atop Robert’s bed, already leaving the beginnings of a damp shadow underneath him. In the short few months they had been together, Robert’s investment in the waterproof pad underneath had long since paid off.
“Y’know,” he said, crawling up to join him on the other side of the bed, “I’d be more convinced you really meant that if you didn’t look so damn comfortable. And also if your dick weren’t leaking all over your stomach,” he teased. Herman’s face scrunched in embarrassment as he pulled his legs up to shield his cock from view. Robert laughed at him, then craned his neck to the side to get a view of his newly-exposed backside.
“That didn’t really help. Now I have an eyeful of asshole,” he said, to which Herman sighed, dropping his head down against the mattress in defeat. His legs fell, tented, bony knees drawn inward to knock against one another.
“Take off your shirt or — socks, or, something,” he pleaded toward the ceiling.
“Socks?” Robert asked, cocking an eyebrow. He wasn’t much of a foot guy, but he’d be willing to consider it for –
Herman groaned. “Not — like that! Just — it’s embarrassing.”
“Yeah, well, you like that,” Robert decided. And it was true — not for nothing, out of his eyeline, Herman’s cock gave a twitch at the assertion. Robert did, however, pull his t-shirt up over his head by the collar, watching Herman’s mouth crook into a small, pleased smile in the corner of his eye. In one way or another, he always got what he wanted – Robert, afterall, was a lover at heart. And a fighter in spirit. He balled up the fabric of his shirt and lobbed it at him, and Herman, far faster and infinitely more alert than he looked, caught it and threw it back. The bundle unraveled in midair and fell into Robert’s lap rather than nailing him in the head as intended.
It had worked as a distraction – though his bottom lip was still caught underneath his teeth, he wasn’t worrying at it, and the formerly wobble-lined edges of his mouth had straightened out. Though perhaps it was less about the action and more about the fact that Robert was now shirtless, patchwork collection of scarring on full display. Herman’s head had turned to the side and stayed there, gazing at Robert shamelessly, one hand twitching beside himself, fidgeting with the dampening fitted sheet, and the other draped across his own pink-tinted chest. Robert crawled a little bit closer.
“Better?” he asked.
Herman rolled over and reached out a hand to trace the hair trailing down his abdomen. “Much,” he sighed, dreamily, making Robert snort. It was like some cheesy romance novel. He never figured he’d find himself in one of those – where people said things no one said in real life. Except apparently for Herman, who was already getting grabby in front of him, squeezing his waist with one hand, continuing to ghost his fingers down his happy trail with the other.
Robert let him touch as he pleased, eventually watching long, lithe, fingers dip just below his waistband. He shuffled a bit on his knees, sliding a hand into wet hair as Herman ducked his head to press kisses over his stomach. Robert was never one to discourage any displays of confidence from him. He liked it when he tried to take what he wanted. Even if he didn’t always get it. Just as wet fingers grazed their destination, making Robert wiggle, he caught Herman’s wrist. He pulled it up and out of his sweatpants before capturing his gaze and saying; “Nope. You gotta earn that. Part of the deal. Time to show me.”
Disappointed as he was to be interrupted, Herm did as he was told. Letting out a sigh as Robert freed his wrist, he righted himself, unceremoniously flopping onto his back and sliding his legs flat against the mattress. His ankles rolled minutely, serving as an outlet for nervous energy, of which there was still a lot more remaining than there reasonably should have been. Though he was no stranger to what he was about to do, this would be the first time he had ever shown someone – and he had had enough trouble admitting to this particular someone that he could even do it to begin with.
The information had arisen from an extremely drunken conversation that Herman had had with Victor at one of the many bars the Z-team frequented. A conversation that he had forgotten about entirely by the next morning, and, horrifyingly, a conversation that had been quickly circulated to and through the entire team by the next day. A conversation, as eloquently phrased by Victor, about how “Waterboy went ham on his own shlong like a megaperv.”
To the present day, Herman still hadn’t figured out whether all the times he had thrown up that day had been due to anxiety or due to his gnarly hangover.
Worst of all, the story had also immediately circulated to Robert, who had mostly been disappointed that he, as his boyfriend, hadn’t been the first to know. The second time Herman had thrown up that day was directly into the trashcan under the desk in Robert’s cubicle, seconds after he had asked him, “So why did I have to hear from Sonar that we’ve been throating the same cock?”
There were a plethora of reasons why Robert had not been the first to know about Herman’s amateur athletic career as a self-sucker, but the first one that had come to mind at the time was related to all of the many, many, instances in which he had closed his eyes particularly tight to moan around himself, pretending it was Robert’s (and even previously Mecha-Man’s) cock in his mouth instead of his own. It was a fantasy that, at the time he had dreamed it up, he hadn’t known wasn’t entirely accurate to life. Not only was it humiliating, he also hadn’t wanted to give Robert any possible reason to feel inadequate – an unfounded, anxiety-based fear, given that Robert hadn’t ever exactly been shy about putting his dick in Herman’s mouth.
Nonetheless, he had been trying to goad him into a demonstration ever since finding out. Something about the idea of it seemed to do it for him, especially after he had come clean about the fantasy aspect of it all. He had a bit of an ego about it, so what? For Herman, it made it both more and less embarrassing, as to him, it gave him something he had to live up to.
Even so, supine on the mattress, he glanced at Robert, who gestured at him to continue. Now was as good a time as any, though personally he wouldn’t have minded more fanfare. Or some kisses. Maybe he wanted him to earn those, too. Still, it really was so unsexy.
Impressively slowly, almost gracefully, sliding his hands underneath his thighs to provide force and momentum, Herman folded his legs up towards his head, spiraling in on himself into a relatively – no, not relatively, actually – a completely undignified pose. His torso bent itself into an awkward, lopsided “c”, and the top of his thighs floated parallel to the plane of his face. The points of his feet braced themselves against Robert’s wall – where the headboard should’ve been – to stay steady. His cock, still leaking a modest trail of precum, hung straight down over his bright red face. He seemingly looked pointedly away from Robert, focusing his attention instead on the objective above him.
“Does that hurt?” Robert asked, with barely contained lust.
“Uumm no, not really,” he admitted. “I sort of. Bend. Really well. ‘Cus of my joints. And then my, um, penis—“
Robert instantaneously felt his lust diminish. “Dick. Cock. Hose. Anything but penis,” he pleaded.
“My. . . cock,” Herman corrected, somehow almost embarrassed to say it, even in his position, “is too. . . Big, to have to worry about having to really, um, crane my neck,”
“Humble,”
“It’s just — it’s the facts,” he insisted, unnecessarily. Robert knew the facts well. The first time he had managed to take the whole of Herman he had thought he was going to die. He still saw stars whenever he managed to sink down to the base of it. It was very good for clearing his head of any other thoughts than “full.”
“How far in can you get it?”
Herman hesitated. He shyly looked at Robert, craning his neck to the side. “Do you want me to um. Deepthroat myself? Because so far I’ve never. . .” he trailed off.
“Never what?”
“I haven’t tried that,”
“Bummer,” he said. To be fair to Herman, though, even in the absence of a gag reflex, neither had Robert. Not all the way, at least.
“Well, there’s, uh, a first time for everything, I guess. . .” he mused. “I’d definitely have to bend my neck, that way, though. . .” He was looking down — or rather, up, at himself, sizing up the situation, appearing to do some form of mental calculation. Thick brows drew together as he considered the sheer size of the thing — and whether he could even manage it without choking to death, or, worse, breaking his neck.
“I don’t think it would work in this position,” he decided. “Um, maybe if I sat? And leaned over? I don’t think that would be as comfortable. . .”
Truthfully, and selfishly, Herman also didn’t think it would be as easy to get off that way. Something about having it hang down from above, the way he could dip it in and out of his mouth with his hips, rather than having to bob his head. . . it all worked quite well in conjunction with his aforementioned fantasies.
His dick gave another twitch as he thought about it — deeply embarrassing — and as he readjusted his brace on the wall, the offending appendage brushed against his chin, wetting it ever so slightly with an attached strand of precum.
Propelled suddenly by the sight, Robert interrupted his brainstorming. “Well, don’t worry about it for now. Just — put it in your mouth,” he urged. He was increasingly finding it difficult to sit still.
“Aye aye cap— or, uh, sir,” he said, cringing vaguely at himself. “Ignore that I. . . said that,” he muttered, and then he wet his lips, locking in.
Robert watched Herman’s hand slide slowly up the side of his thigh as his opposite arm draped over his meagre backside to help push himself down. The flushed head of his cock brushed against his lips, and Herman automatically, unconsciously, parted his lips to accommodate. The sight of Herman’s immediate acquiescence made a warm thrill run down the back of Robert’s neck, and a jolting feeling of need light up in his groin. The blatant desperation that accompanied the act of sucking one’s own cock was dizzying and delicious. And god, Herman was right, it was just the facts – his in particular was so big. He watched as the very tip of it was sucked into his mouth, stiff and erect but tantalizingly soft, with just a lovely amount of give. He knew the feeling of it well, as someone who regularly swallowed down his fair share.
As Herman momentarily withdrew to press a wet kiss to the head, Robert groaned. His mouth was so wet that he could hear his lips press themselves against it as he did so, and, best of all, his eyes were closed. Having only just begun, it was already hard to tell which part of the act Herman liked more – the sucking itself, or the feeling of being sucked.
Clutching the base of his cock with his left hand to keep it steady, Herman’s tongue poked out from between his lips, peppering the flushed head with kitten-licks, soft and hesitant. It was hard to tell whether he was engaging in routine or putting on a show. For the sake of further motivating the strain of his dick against his boxers, he chose to believe the former. The thought of Herman folding himself over in his bedroom by himself, kissing and licking the leaking tip of his cock, was infinitely more erotic than anything he had ever managed to find in porn. He took a deep breath as Herman used his tongue to push himself back into his mouth, his right forearm beginning to press against the backs of his thighs in tandem with small thrusts of his hips. Quiet, muffled whines mixed with the sound of his lips and tongue sliding and sucking over his cock, straining with the effort to stay open wide enough, hugging the impressively thick shaft. Robert put his hand to his crotch and squeezed.
He couldn’t resist asking anymore, grinding his hips ever so slightly against his palm. “D’you fold yourself up like this every time? Wouldn’t it be easier to bend over? D’you just like that it’s demeaning?”
Herman, mouth full of cock, whined a noise of ardent disagreement, and, slowly, trying to stay steady, let go of the base of his cock to trail his left hand across the sparse meat of his thigh and ghost a finger over his hole.
Oh, Robert thought, heavily. Herman slid his hand back toward his cock, reducing the pressure of his forearm against his thighs so he could slowly pull it up and out of his mouth, panting ever so slightly.
“It’s not demeaning,” he insisted, thick drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth. He was looking over at him from underneath his thighs, his calves stretched out to stay propped against the wall. Not demeaning at all. Obviously.
Robert’s silence spoke volumes, and Herman huffed, flustered, his lips moulding into a pout.
“There’s nothing demeaning about ple– please, pleasure,” he was taking the opportunity to catch his breath, whole face a bright, tomato red.
“Okay, which part of it pleases you the most? The fat cock in your mouth or your wet mouth around your fat cock?”
“Making fun of me,” he muttered, tugging his hand desperately down the slick surface of the aforementioned cock as he took another deep breath, directing his attention back to it as, with a twitch, it screamed at him for more. Sue him, he liked that Robert described it that way. There was so little on him that could be described as so much as “plump”, and it was ultra-gratifying to have his cock be the one thing that could even cross the line to “fat.”
“Which is it?” Robert asked again. “Or is your favorite part fucking yourself while you do it?”
Herman stubbornly refused to reply, too busy opening his mouth wide, raising his neck, sucking himself down deeper than he had managed previously. Robert watched his cheeks hollow as he slid down, down. . . and stalled after around three inches, his torso refusing to budge any further. It wasn’t even halfway down his length, but Herman’s mouth was full, and Robert noticed the subtle movement of the fingers on his left hand as he used them to massage his balls. It was like he was making out with his own cock – he couldn’t imagine what his tongue looked like inside, surely swiping and swirling and stroking. The look on his face said enough, as well as the slight increase of water droplets that fell off of the wet ringlets of his bangs, sliding down over his cheeks.
“Definitely the cock in your mouth,” Robert decided, and Herman, giving up on resisting, offered a garbled moan in reply. He grinned, and watched him as he put on his show, only interrupting after about a minute to say;
“Y’know, this would be an awesome position to pile drive you in,”
Herman sputtered suddenly as he choked on his own cock. Frantically, he used his left hand to push on the top of his thigh, sending his legs tumbling downward, where they unceremoniously flopped onto the mattress as he gasped down fresh air. Robert frowned.
“Why’d you stop?”
Herman, panting, shook his head. “I almost came.”
“That’s the point,” he pointed out, helpfully.
“I didn’t want— I was gonna— going to choke,” he says, aghast.
“Hot,” Robert said, and Herman flung his arm out blindly to smack at him, which Robert artfully and easily dodged. He caught Herman’s wrist on his second attempt, and pulled his arm toward him to put the fleshy part of his palm between his teeth, biting gently, then kissing over the bite.
“Hot until I gag and get — spew, water everywhere,” he said, catching his breath. His fingers strained downward greedily in Robert’s grasp to scratch haphazard paths into his lightly stubbled chin. Robert bit his palm again, and Herman gently dug his fingers in, an effort to roughhouse back at him.
“You know how bothered I am by water,” Robert said, sarcastically. “You promised to swallow, though,” Robert reminded him, freeing his wrist. “That was part of the deal.”
“I know,” Herman promised. His chest was still rising and falling rather dramatically. “I just need to be ready for the, um, for. To swallow it. And I will be. But that, um, just, — would you really. . .try and fuck me like that?” The question was best described as “hopeful.” Robert hadn’t quite expected it to get him that excited, though.
“Yeah,” he said, without a moment’s hesitation. “Not today, but yeah,” He adjusted the way he was sitting, removing his hand from his crotch and leaning back, pantomiming as he described it. “I’d use my hands to keep you propped up. Then fuck into you so hard you wouldn’t even have to bob your head anymore. Or hold down your legs, either,” he said.
Herm’s tongue flicked out of his mouth to wet his bottom lip. Robert continued. “I’d jostle you enough for it to push in and out on its own,” he promised. “You wouldn’t even have to move, really,”
Herman released a shaky breath, and Robert’s eyes caught on the motion at his side. Stretching to reach over, he smacked his hand away from where he was jerking himself off.
“Nah-ah. Put it back in your mouth,” he ordered, and Herman snuck in one more long, tight stroke before slowly raising his torso back up over his head, running his hands once more down the undersides of his strawberry-milk thighs to force himself back into the fold. It was remarkable, really, how comfortable he made such an uncomfortable position look — how effortless it appeared as he quickly pushed the head of his cock back into his mouth.
“God, you just love putting your mouth on things, don’t you? Such a cock-slut that you’ll even throat your own,” Robert argued. Herman groaned in wanton agreement, and jerked his hips in earnest, pushing himself more solidly into his mouth. The sound he made as his lips slid slowly up and down was obscene. Completely unable to resist any longer, Robert pushed his hand down into his sweatpants.
Fucking into his mouth in the minute way demanded by the physical constraints of the position, Herman began to moan with intermittent insistence. So expressive, never able to keep quiet. And easily overwhelmed, both in life and in pleasure. And with the way he was starting to push into his mouth in ways Robert had previously thought impossible, he could only assume he was feeling a whole lot of pleasure.
He released himself with a wet smack as his cockhead hit his nose, panting. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, and Robert, rubbing his thumb over himself, let out a shaky breath of his own.
“Show me,” Robert said, and he reached over with his free hand, guiding Herman’s cock back into his mouth, rubbing it for a second over his lips. “Show me how you cum for yourself, Hermy,”
Robert watched with delight as Herman, bright red, eyes screwed tight, spine bent to its very limit, neck craned as best he could, gagged around his own cock.
The groan that ripped itself from Herman vibrated through his whole chest, and Robert watched as he scrambled to grab at his own hips, bracing his elbows against the bed to keep from falling out of position. He watched, too, as Herman’s balls drew up tight, emptying dramatically into Herman’s mouth. His eyes remained closed, and his lithe chest rose and fell at the rapid pace he usually only saw after he had run back to SDN from a dispatch. His hips had gone still.
Slowly, stiffly, Herman unfurled his legs, cock dragging past his lips with a wet slide, his legs falling for the last time to the mattress. He turned to look at Robert with expectant, hazy eyes. Robert crawled closer, taking his chin in hand to tilt his head up.
“Say ahh,” he murmured.
Herman opened his mouth, and thick, milky white cum rolled off the sides of his tongue as it lolled out of his mouth.
“Fuck,” Robert groaned, and Herman took that as his permission to swallow. Robert scooped up the strings of cum that slid out the corner of his mouth with two fingers, and pushed them into Herman’s mouth, where he swallowed around them like a good boy. He pet at his tongue, and reveled in the way his voice vibrated against his fingers as he moaned. Herman’s hand had long since found its Robert’s dick, the waistband of both his sweatpants and boxers shoved down his hips and out the way.
“How does it taste?” Robert murmured, through a slight pant.
Herman, hazarding a guess at the answer he was looking for, eager for his reward, and muffled from his fingers, replied; “yum— delicious.” A pause. “Sit on my face, now. Please,”
It took mere seconds for Robert to withdraw his fingers, sitting up and shoving his waistbands further down his hips. Herman took the liberty to pull from the knees to peel the fabric from his legs, and threw them with a distaste off the side of the bed, happy to finally see them gone. Robert lifted a leg to straddle Herman’s chest, settling atop him, and bending at the waist to lean over for a kiss. The texture of his mouth was sticky and thick, and he tasted bitter and salty from the remnants of his own cum. Robert kissed him like he was trying to lick his mouth clean until, eventually, Herman nudged at his shoulder adamantly, looking dizzy.
“Face – sit – our deal—” he insisted. Robert sat up, scooting forward on his knees so that his thighs framed the sides of Herman’s head. “You promised that if–”
Robert lowered himself onto Herman’s mouth, shutting him up. Much to his delight.
Warm. Immediately so warm. And wet. Not to mention soothing — the longer Herman ran his tongue over him, the ever-present raw sensitivity and irritation diminished until it disappeared entirely. Herman’s spit was better — and infinitely less psychically damaging — than any topical estrogen a doctor could prescribe. Who’d’ve thunk the treatment for atrophy would be regular head?
As Herman’s tongue strained upward to trace up the underside of his dick, aching with want, Robert let out a groan, putting one hand down on the mattress to brace himself, and threading the other into Herman’s hair, fisting into it and pulling tight to help cope with the slippery feeling of sensation that threatened at first to overwhelm him.
Both of them were leaking, Herman from his pores, and Robert from his neglected hole. He shivered as he felt Herman’s tongue dip downward into the slick, and he pressed forward, pushing his dick against the tip of Hermam’s nose, grinding ever so slightly as the feeling of Herman’s tongue pushing just barely inside him made him dizzy. He was already having a hard time catching his breath, and he could feel his thighs tightening on either side of Herman’s head, from whom there would be no complaints. But maybe –
“Say thank you,” Robert said, breathlessly.
Herman tilted his chin up, moaning a vibrating thanks into Robert’s cunt before focusing his tongue back on his dick. He closed his lips around it and sucked down, a moan rising in the back of his throat as he did. Best as he could underneath him, he bobbed his head.
Graciously, Robert began to fuck down into his mouth, hips rolling. Herman stilled his head, sucking down happily as Robert bucked against him. His hands squeezed at his waist, then trailed down the small curve of his ass and settled on muscled thighs, gripping tight. If his jaw was sore from the day’s activities, it didn’t show. He kept his mouth open like a good boy, happily crushed by the weight of Robert on top of him.
“Fuck, Herm,” Robert muttered, and Herman tightened his grip at the praise, seemingly attempting to pull him as close to him as possible, forcefully stilling his hips as his tongue worked over him with reverent insistence. What could be seen of his face, buried below, wore an expression of what could only be described as ecstasy. This was his side of the deal, and boy, was he getting what he wanted. The wet sound of his tongue as he lapped against Robert below was making them both dizzy, and the vibration of the wanton moans Herman emitted against Robert’s flesh was tantalizing. So so so fucking noisy — and all in the pursuit of service.
“Just like that,” Robert managed, his brows drawn tight on his forehead, his legs beginning to quiver as Herman ran his tongue against him over and over, kissing and suckling and pausing to swallow around him rhythmically when he needed to catch his breath through his nose.
“You have such a useful mouth, don’t you?” Robert asked, breathlessly, and Herman nodded against him languidly, spreading spit all over, his nose momentarily burying itself in the space between him.
Robert came for the first time with an undignified sound, hunching in on himself, bucking down into Herman’s mouth as his dick throbbed and pulsed against his tongue, hole squeezing around nothing as it continued its slow drip onto Herman’s chin.
The man below worked him through it, sucking and licking with gentle insistence. Even past the point of being reasonable, Herman continued to lap at him. Robert’s mouth hung open, and as his legs attempted to close around his head against the pressure, he was forced to let go of Herman’s hair to brace himself fully against the bed. He tried to wiggle away from his greedy mouth, but Herman’s arms, which he had at some point wrapped over his thighs, held him in place against his tongue, helpless to the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure he bestowed upon him. All of his hidden strength was being used to hold him down against his tongue.
All Robert could do was squirm, eyes rolling in his head from the mounting sensation of overstimulation. He was chasing the feeling and running from it all at once, with Herman granting him no choice but to endure. It toed the line between euphoric and too much, and Robert began to mumble incoherently, as Herman, with the bottom half of his face soaking wet and pressed into his cunt, did with him as he pleased, basking in the stream of curses, gasps, pleas, and groans above him. None of which, despite his instinctual attempts to wiggle free, included the word “stop.” It was its own form of white-hot torture, and Robert was reveling in it as he quickly felt his stomach tie itself back up into a knot.
“Taste so good,” Herman mumbled into him, breathing hard. “‘G’nna make you cum ‘til you cry,” he added, mindlessly, muttering stupidly, and, Robert half registered that Herman, who reasonably should’ve been a bit worn out, was wiggling in tandem underneath him, humping the air like an overexcited puppy. Quickly, Robert felt his vision going white and fuzzy, and practically collapsed forward on top of Herman as he came again. A new record for speed, he reckoned, as he melted into a human puddle.
It wasn’t until Robert started to whimper and plead, legs shaking around him, tears poking out at the corners of his eyes as his body decided any more was too much, that Herman let up on. Tilting his chin down, he released him from his mouth with a trail of spit. He pressed one last, big, wet kiss to Robert’s cock, then slid his arms down from around his thighs. Robert stayed hunched over him until Herman, wiggling against the mattress, pushed himself out from underneath Robert’s legs, and, carefully reaching up, grabbed his torso with both hands on either side. Carefully, he rolled the two of them onto their sides, where Robert went bonelessly, being led near-effortlessly in his half-present state.
Herman slotted his chin against Robert’s shoulder as he snuck his arm down and, vigorously and guiltily, began to jerk himself off, trying to unfurl the hot coil of arousal that had worked itself back up in his stomach from eating the life out of Robert. His other arm was slung around the man in question, clutching him close as he made quick work of himself. Obnoxiously fast, obnoxiously loud fapping sounds filled the space between them as Herman worked his arm like he could either cum now or never get the chance to do so again. He curled ever so slightly into a ball and panted into Robert's shoulder as he emptied onto the man’s leg with a chorus of wet splatting sounds. Robert, room spinning behind his eyelids, lifted a hand and patted his cheek, making a soft sound to signify a job well-done. Herman laughed weakly, and then reached blindly toward the bedside to take a tissue, haphazardly wiping off Robert’s leg before pulling him flush to his chest. He hummed with satisfaction as he was drawn in, feeling sweaty, sticky, and boneless. The small layer of water in between their bare skin helped to cool him, flushed and overheated.
“Good?” Herman asked.
Robert, leaning forward, pressed a blind kiss to the corner of his lips.
“Mmmm. . .” he mumbled. “Just so-so,” he joked. He sounded as dizzy as he felt. “I think y’ can go deeper next time.”
“I mean, meant – are you good. Jerk,” he teased, pushing Robert’s shoulder. Robert grinned, curling closer, eyes still closed.
“Never better. And I’ve got my megaperv to–”
“Oh god don’t call me–”
“Keep me nice and cool–”
“Asshole,” Herman huffed, with a laugh. The two of them settled into sleepy silence, and Robert rubbed at his jaw for him as they dozed, his next reward already in mind in the back of his head. He’d even let him pick out the strap.
THE END