When Jack heads off to college and his sweet, innocent charm begins pulling in his new roommate, the roommate’s dad, the football team, a fraternity, and eventually much of the campus, Jack discovers that his family’s very special brand of closeness travels with him — and only gets filthier.uj
Chapter 22: Study Buddies
The campus library stayed open late on weeknights, and Jack had started volunteering a few evenings a week as a “study buddy” and shelving assistant. He liked it. It felt nice to help people, and the quiet stacks gave him a peaceful place to wear his usual tiny white shorts and open-sided tank top without anyone really noticing.
Late one Thursday night, the third-floor reading room was almost empty. Jack was pushing a cart of returned books down a dimly lit aisle when two tall figures stepped out from between the shelves.
They were identical twins. Twenty-two years old, both over six feet, with the same short light-brown hair, the same lean but athletic build, and the same soft, curious brown eyes. One wore a gray hoodie, the other a navy one, but otherwise they were mirror images.
“Hi,” the one in gray said, voice quiet. “I’m Martin.”
“I’m Joseph,” the other added with a shy smile. “We were wondering if you could help us find a really quiet study carrel. The ones downstairs are all taken.”
Jack tilted his head, big blue puppy-dog eyes blinking up at them with gentle wonder. “Of course. I know a perfect one on this floor. It’s private.”
He led them down a narrow corridor to a small, tucked-away carrel at the very back. The door had a lock. Jack opened it for them and stepped inside to turn on the lamp.
The twins followed him in and closed the door behind them. The tiny room suddenly felt very small.
“You’re Jack, right?” Martin asked, voice soft. “We’ve… seen you around campus.”
Joseph nodded, eyes drifting over Jack’s smooth thighs and the way the open sides of his tank top showed the gentle curve of his ribs and the pink buds of his nipples. “You’re really beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself.
Jack blushed that pretty pink and smiled shyly. “Thank you.”
The twins exchanged a quick glance. Then, as if they’d silently agreed, they stepped closer until Jack was gently pinned between them.
“We’ve never known anyone like you,” Martin whispered. He reached out and lightly traced a finger down Jack’s bare arm. Joseph did the same on the other side.
They started comparing.
Martin lifted Jack’s arm and pressed his own against it, measuring how much smaller and smoother Jack was. Joseph ran his fingertips along Jack’s collarbone, then traced the exact same path on his brother’s chest. They compared the softness of Jack’s skin to their own, the delicate pink of his nipples to theirs, the way Jack’s tiny shorts barely contained his thick cock while theirs strained against their jeans.
Every touch was gentle, almost reverent. Jack stood there sweetly, letting them explore, big blue eyes soft and wondering.
“You’re so pretty everywhere,” Joseph breathed.
They took turns with him.
Martin went first.
He guided Jack back until the blond’s ass met the edge of the small desk, then dropped to his knees between his spread thighs. With slow, deliberate hands, Martin peeled the tiny white shorts down Jack’s smooth legs and let them drop to the floor. Jack’s thick cock sprang free, already half-hard and flushed dark at the tip. Martin let out a low, appreciative moan before leaning in and swallowing him straight down to the root in one smooth motion.
Joseph stood close beside them, eyes locked on the sight of his brother’s lips stretched around Jack’s cock. He stroked himself lazily through his jeans at first, then popped the button and slid his hand inside, gripping his own shaft as he watched Martin work. The wet, rhythmic sounds of Martin’s slow, worshipful bobs filled the small carrel — soft sucking, the occasional low hum of pleasure from Martin’s throat, and Jack’s quiet, breathy little moans.
Jack’s head tipped back slightly, his big blue eyes half-lidded, one hand resting gently on Martin’s hair like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to hold on.
They traded back and forth like that for a long time.
Joseph eventually tapped his brother’s shoulder and took his place, sinking down to his knees and picking up where Martin left off. His mouth was hotter, a little more eager, and he kept his eyes lifted to watch Jack’s face as he sucked. Martin stayed right there, kneeling close, one hand resting on Jack’s lower back while the other reached up to toy with the blond’s sensitive nipples. He leaned in and watched intently as Jack’s fat throbbing cock slid in and out of his twin brother's mouth, his pink lips clenched tightly around the shaft. He could hardly believe his eyes.
The twins moved with an easy, almost choreographed rhythm — one sucking while the other touched and kissed, then switching again. Neither of them seemed in any rush. They were savoring it. Savoring *him.* And every time their eyes met over Jack’s body, something hungry and electric passed between the brothers that had nothing to do with the pretty freshman trembling between them.
Eventually they lifted Jack between them.
Martin moved behind him first, wrapping his arms around Jack’s thighs and lifting him with surprising ease. Joseph stepped in close from the front, and together the twins held the smaller boy suspended between their bodies. Martin angled his cock and slowly pushed into Jack’s ass from behind, sinking in deep while Joseph steadied him. Then Joseph pressed forward, the head of his cock nudging against Martin’s shaft as he pushed into the same tight, slick hole.
Jack gasped softly as he was stretched wide around both of them.
They fucked him standing like that — slow, deep, and deliberate. Martin’s cock slid in and out of Jack’s ass from behind while Joseph thrust upward from the front, their thick shafts rubbing and pressing tightly against each other inside Jack’s stretched hole with every movement. The twins kept their eyes locked on one another over Jack’s shoulder the entire time, breathing hard, faces close, their cocks grinding together in the same hot, clenching space.
Jack hung between them, arms looped around Joseph’s neck and legs held up by Martin, soft little moans slipping from his lips as the two brothers used him together.
After they each came once inside him, they set Jack gently on the desk. Then the twins turned to face each other.
They stood inches apart, chests rising and falling. Their eyes locked. Slowly, almost hesitantly, they reached down and pressed their slick, cum-covered cocks together. The contact made both of them shiver. Martin leaned in first. Their lips brushed once… twice… then they were kissing—soft at first, then deeper, tongues sliding together as they ground their cocks between their bodies.
Jack sat on the desk, legs spread, cum leaking from his hole, and watched them with soft, wondrous eyes. One small hand stroked his own cock slowly as the twins lost themselves.
They dropped to the floor together in a frantic tangle of limbs.
Martin pushed his twin brother onto his back and immediately swallowed Joseph’s cock down to the root, sucking with desperate, hungry need. Joseph moaned loudly and returned the favor, pulling Martin’s thick shaft into his own mouth. The two brothers locked into a frenzied sixty-nine right there on the carpeted floor of the carrel, heads bobbing, throats working, wet slurping sounds filling the small space as they devoured each other with years of repressed hunger finally unleashed.
Their bodies moved in perfect sync, hips rolling, hands gripping asses and thighs as they sucked and moaned around each other’s cocks. Saliva dripped down their chins and onto the carpet.
But they weren’t satisfied with just sucking.
Martin pulled off his brother’s cock with a wet pop, spun Joseph around, and bent him over the desk chair. He lined up and slammed into his twin’s ass in one rough thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Joseph gasped sharply, gripping the back of the chair as Martin started fucking him hard and deep, the slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet library carrel.
Then they switched.
Joseph pushed Martin down onto the floor and climbed on top, straddling him reverse cowgirl. He sank down onto his brother’s cock with a long, filthy moan, taking every inch until his ass was pressed flush against Martin’s hips. They both turned their heads at the same time, staring straight at Jack where he sat watching them with wide, innocent blue eyes.
Joseph started riding his brother with slow, rolling movements that gradually grew faster and more desperate, his cock bouncing heavily with every downward thrust. Martin gripped his twin’s hips, thrusting up to meet him, both of them moaning openly while never breaking eye contact with Jack.
They came like that.
Joseph was the first to go over the edge. Still riding his brother’s cock in deep, rolling movements, he let out a broken moan as his own thick cock started pulsing. Long, powerful ropes of cum shot out of him, splattering across Martin’s chest and stomach while he continued to grind down hard on his twin’s shaft. The sight and feeling of his brother cumming pushed Martin over the edge only seconds later. With a deep, guttural groan, Martin gripped Joseph’s hips tightly and unloaded deep inside his twin’s ass, pumping heavy, thick jets of sperm straight into Joseph’s guts.
The two brothers stayed locked together for a long moment afterward, breathing hard, bodies glistening with sweat. Joseph’s hole clenched rhythmically around Martin’s cock as the last spurts of cum leaked out around the thick shaft and ran down Martin’s balls. They stared at each other — and then both turned their heads at the same time to look at Jack, their eyes dark, lust-drunk, and strangely tender.
When they finally pulled apart, breathing hard and covered in sweat and cum, they stood up and turned back to Jack.
They wiped their spent, messy cocks across Jack’s pretty face, streaking his cheeks and lips with their combined loads. Then each twin leaned down and kissed Jack softly on the mouth, tasting themselves on his tongue.
Finally they kissed each other one last time—slow, deep, and lingering—right in front of him. They stood gazing into each other’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity, as if seeing each other for the first time. In a way, they were.
The brothers finally broke their trance, straightened their clothes, gave Jack one last long, grateful look, and slipped out of the carrel, closing the door quietly behind them.
Jack sat there alone for a moment, face glazed, ass leaking, a soft, sweet little smile on his lips.
He wiped a thick strand of twin cum from his cheek with one finger, licked it off, and whispered to the empty room, “They really love each other…”
Then he pulled his tiny white shorts back up, adjusted the front, and went back to shelving books like nothing had happened.
Chapter 23: The Last Night
Finals week had turned the dorm into a pressure cooker. The entire floor was running on caffeine, panic, and very little sleep. Jack had still been showing up for his duties as House Mascot every evening — letting the brothers use him however they needed after long days in the library — but tonight he was back in his own room, helping Nate and Connor “study.”
The two boys had been fucking each other raw every single night for the past week, burning off stress the only way they knew how anymore. Tonight they’d texted Jack for a change of pace, and he’d answered like he always did — soft, sweet, and willing.
He was on all fours in the middle of his own bed, tiny white shorts discarded somewhere on the floor. Nate knelt behind him, gripping Jack’s narrow hips as he pounded into his ass with hard, steady strokes. Connor knelt in front of him, one hand tangled gently in Jack’s blond hair while he fed his cock into the freshman’s mouth. Jack’s big blue eyes were fluttering and glassy with pleasure, but that same soft, innocent little smile never left his lips — even as he moaned around Connor’s cock and pushed back to meet every thrust from Nate.
The room was quiet except for the wet sounds of raw sex and the occasional soft, breathy whimper from Jack. Nate fucked him like he was trying to work out every ounce of tension from the past week, while Connor took his time, slowly rocking his hips and letting Jack suck him at his own pace. Every so often Nate would reach forward and run a hand down Jack’s back, and Connor would stroke his thumb across the blond’s cheek, both of them treating him with a strange, almost reverent roughness.
Jack didn’t seem to mind being used as stress relief. If anything, the soft, dazed little sounds he made around Connor’s cock suggested he was exactly where he wanted to be. Where he needed to be.
The door opened without a knock.
Michael and Ryan stepped inside.
They had driven up to pick Jack up and take him home for the summer. The sight that greeted them was exactly what they expected: their beautiful boy getting railed by two sweaty, desperate freshmen.
Michael raised an eyebrow. Ryan smirked.
“Well,” Michael said calmly, “looks like we’re right on time.”
Jack blinked up at them with those big blue puppy-dog eyes, mouth still full around Connor’s dick, and gave a tiny, happy wave.
Michael and Ryan had barely stepped into Jack’s dorm room when the door swung open again behind them.
Tyler walked in, still in his hoodie and sweats from class, and froze the second he saw who was standing there. His eyes went wide, flicking between Michael and Ryan, and the reaction was instant. His cock twitched hard in his sweats, already starting to strain against the fabric as a flush crept up his neck. He didn’t say a word. He just stood there in the doorway, breathing a little faster, that same raw, desperate hunger written all over his face.
Michael glanced back at him, one eyebrow raised, while Ryan smirked.
Tyler’s cock kept getting harder, visibly tenting his sweats now, and he still hadn’t moved. He just looked at them like he was waiting — hoping — for one of them to tell him what to do.
Michael’s lips curled into a slow smile. “Looks like someone’s happy to see us.”
They didn’t waste a second.
Ryan grabbed Tyler first, yanking the younger man to his feet while Michael ripped Tyler’s shirt off over his head. In seconds they had him completely naked, clothes tossed carelessly onto the floor. Tyler’s cock stood straight up, flushed and dripping. Michael spun him around roughly and bent him over Jack’s desk, kicking his legs apart.
Michael stepped in behind him first. He spat once on his thick cock, lined himself up, and slammed balls-deep into Tyler’s tight ass in one brutal thrust. Tyler cried out, hands gripping the edge of the desk as Michael’s heavy balls slapped against him.
Almost immediately Ryan grabbed a fistful of Tyler’s hair and shoved his own thick cock straight down the boy’s throat, cutting off his moan mid-sound. Tyler’s eyes watered instantly, but he didn’t pull away — he sucked greedily, gagging and drooling as Ryan started face-fucking him with long, powerful strokes.
Father and son fell into a perfect, merciless rhythm.
Michael pounded Tyler’s ass with deep, punishing thrusts, his heavy balls smacking loudly against Tyler’s own with every stroke. Ryan matched his father’s pace, feeding his cock down Tyler’s throat until the boy’s nose was buried in his pubes. The room filled with the wet, filthy sounds of flesh slapping flesh, Tyler’s desperate gagging moans, and the occasional grunt from the two older Thompsons.
“Fuck, this boy’s ass is greedy,” Michael growled, gripping Tyler’s hips harder as he drove in deeper. “You love it, don't you? Yeah you do!"
Ryan chuckled darkly, holding Tyler’s head in place as he fucked his face. “He’s been practicing on Jack all year. Now he’s getting the real thing.”
Tyler could only moan loudly around Ryan’s thick shaft, tears streaming down his cheeks while his own cock leaked steadily onto the floor beneath him. He was completely helpless between them — bent over, stuffed full at both ends, used like a toy by the two powerful Thompsons. And from the way his body pushed back eagerly onto Michael’s cock and his throat relaxed to take Ryan even deeper, it was clear he was loving every brutal second.
For nearly twenty minutes, Jack and Tyler were each busy getting aggressively spit-roasted in their room—Jack by his floormates, and Tyler by Jack’s family. Every now and then the two roommates' eyes met fleetingly as they watched each other in the throes of ecstasy.
Nate and Connor finally unloaded—Nate flooding Jack’s guts, Connor painting the blond’s tongue—then stumbled out, still dazed and leaking. The door clicked shut behind them.
Jack stood up slowly from where he’d been watching, cum still running down his thighs and dripping from his chin. His thick cock was rock-hard again, bouncing as he stepped forward with that same soft, innocent smile.
Michael glanced over at him and grinned. “You gonna join us, son?”
Jack didn’t answer with words. He simply walked over and pressed himself against Ryan’s side. Ryan laughed low and deep, grabbing Jack by the waist and pulling him in for a rough kiss.
They didn’t waste time.
Ryan bent Jack over the desk right next to Tyler. While Michael continued slamming into Tyler’s ass, Ryan pushed his thick cock into Jack in one smooth, deep thrust. Both boys moaned loudly as the two older Thompsons fucked them side by side, father and son working in perfect rhythm.
After a few minutes they switched.
Michael pulled out of Tyler and moved over to Jack, sliding his massive cock into the blond boy’s already slick hole. Ryan took Tyler, pounding him hard while Michael railed Jack with long, powerful strokes.
Then they changed positions again.
Michael and Ryan lifted Tyler onto the bed. They bent him over and double-penetrated him, both thick cocks stretching his hole wide at the same time. Tyler cried out in pain and pleasure as father and son filled him completely. At the same time, Jack climbed onto the bed in front of Tyler and fed his leaking cock into the boy’s eager mouth.
Tyler was stuffed at both ends — Michael and Ryan mercilessly DP’ing his ass while Jack fucked his throat. The room filled with the wet, filthy sounds of the Thompson men's lust and Tyler’s muffled, desperate moans.
Michael and Ryan came first, flooding Tyler’s guts with heavy, thick loads almost at the same time. They pulled out slowly, flashing each other a proud grin as they watched their combined cum leak from his wrecked hole.
Tyler and Jack didn’t stop. They flipped into a 69, sucking each other furiously until both boys came hard, shooting down each other’s throats and moaning around the pulsing cocks in their mouths.
When they finally pulled apart, Jack looked at Tyler with a mischievous little grin.
“You remember my family now, right Tyler?” he asked sweetly.
Tyler let out a breathless laugh, and Michael and Ryan joined in, all four of them chuckling in the wrecked room.
Tyler pulled Jack into his arms, holding him close. The laughter faded into something softer, almost sad. Tyler pressed their foreheads together.
“I’m going to miss you so much,” he whispered, voice cracking slightly.
Jack shook his head quickly and hugged him tighter.
“No you’re not,” he said firmly, “because we’re going to visit each other over the summer. I promise. At least once a month, okay?”
Tyler pulled back just enough to look into Jack’s big blue eyes. Relief, pleasure, and excitement washed over his face.
“Yeah?” he said, smiling brightly. “Yeah, I’d like that. Let's definitely do that!”
Tyler finally dressed quickly, grabbing the rest of his things. Before he left, he pulled Jack in for one last long, slow, tender kiss, staring wistfully into those innocent blue eyes.
“See you soon, beautiful,” he murmured against Jack’s lips.
Then Tyler slipped out the door, leaving the three Thompsons alone in the ruined dorm room.
“I got a feeling he likes you,” Ryan quipped. Jack could only smile and blush in response.
Ryan and Michael sat Jack down gently on the edge of the bed. All three of them were naked, the room reeking of sex and sperm.
“Jack,” Michael said, voice low and serious, “Ryan and I have something to tell you.”
Ryan took over, hand resting on Jack’s thigh. “Since you’ve been away at college, Dad and I… we’ve gotten extremely close. Closer than most fathers and sons ever get. We sleep together every night. We fuck every night. We’re partners now. Real partners. Closer than a married couple.”
Michael nodded. “We’ve leveled up. We have that extra-special bond. And the truth is… we both feel the same intense love for you, son. The same way we feel about each other.”
Ryan leaned in, eyes dark with lust and affection. “We want you to join the partnership, Jack. We want you to bond with us too. Fully. Permanently.”
Jack’s big blue puppy-dog eyes softened with pure, sweet understanding. He smiled that gentle, wondrous little smile.
“Okay,” he whispered. “I’d really like that.”
They didn’t even make it to a bed at first.
The three of them sank to the floor right there in the middle of the room. Michael and Ryan took turns kissing Jack deeply while the other sucked his cock. Then they double-penetrated him on the carpet—father and son sliding into their boy together, kissing over Jack’s shoulder as they fucked him in perfect rhythm. Jack moaned sweetly between them, eyes fluttering, completely happy.
Their loud, filthy moans carried down the hallway.
Nate and Connor appeared first, drawn by the sound of Jack's moans, wondering who that insatiable sweet little cumslut was fucking now. Then Liam, Mason, Jordan, Zach, Parker, and Riley filtered in one by one until the entire original floor was crowded into the small dorm room. Someone called Ray and Frank. The two janitors showed up ten minutes later, still in their filthy coveralls, cocks already hard.
What followed was a never-ending, room-destroying orgy that turned the entire dorm room into a filthy, cum-drenched war zone.
Every man fucked every other man in a chaotic, sweat-soaked tangle of bodies. Cocks slammed into mouths, asses, and fists without pause. The air grew thick and heavy with the raw stench of musk, sweat, piss, and thick ropes of fresh sperm. The floor became slick and dangerous underfoot. Moans, grunts, and the constant wet slap of flesh against flesh echoed off the walls as the men completely lost control.
Jack was at the absolute center of it all — sweet, innocent, and utterly insatiable. The pretty blond twink never stopped smiling that soft, angelic puppy-dog smile, even as he was passed around like the ultimate prize. One moment he was on his back with Ray’s thick fist buried deep in his ass while Connor got fisted right beside him. The next he was on all fours, taking Zach’s cock down his throat while Parker and a dorm-mate took turns slamming into his gaping, cum-leaking hole.
Nearby, Nate was riding his own father Frank with desperate, rolling hips, moaning loudly as his dad’s thick cock stretched him wide. Zach and Parker stood on either side of Nate, feeding both their cocks into the boy’s mouth at once, stretching his lips obscenely around their shafts while Jordan and Riley pissed in his face.
Jack took everything they gave him. Load after load was pumped into his ass, his mouth, and painted across his smooth chest and pretty face. Cum dripped steadily from his wrecked hole, ran in thick rivers down his milky thighs, and coated his buzzed blond hair. Yet his big blue eyes stayed soft and wondrous, his innocent smile never fading as he pushed back greedily onto whatever cock was inside him and opened his mouth wider for the next.
The orgy raged on for hours. The beds were completely destroyed — mattresses soaked through, springs broken, sheets torn and dripping. Cum streaked the walls and dripped from the ceiling. The entire room reeked of raw, filthy sex. Fathers fucked sons, dorm-mates swapped loads, janitors claimed anyone they could reach. Cocks slid into every available hole and hand without pause. Every man in the room unloaded multiple times, breeding and glazing bodies until the floor was a slick, sticky mess.
And through it all, little Jack remained the smiling, insatiable heart of the storm — sweet, innocent, and completely addicted.
Hours passed. Dawn crept in.
When it finally ended, every single man in the room had unloaded in or on every other man at least once.
Michael laughed as he looked around the destroyed space, cum still leaking from his own ass. “Well… we’re definitely losing the room deposit.”
He, Ryan, and Jack stood up together—naked, reeking of sex, covered head to toe in dried and fresh cum. Everyone else was gone now, leaving the Thompson men alone in the room. Jack was still smiling that same soft, innocent smile, big blue eyes shining with quiet joy.
The three Thompsons gathered their things, said their goodbyes to the exhausted floor-mates, and walked out into the early summer morning.
Jack glanced back at the dorm one last time, then slipped his small hand into each of theirs.
“Ready to go home?” Michael asked.
Jack nodded happily.
“Yeah, Dad. I can’t wait.”
And with that, the Thompson men headed home for the summer—father, older son, and their beautiful, perfect little partner—closer than they had ever been.
Epilogue
Summer settled over the Thompson house like a warm, sticky blanket.
Jack had been home for almost two weeks. The dorm room — and everything that had happened inside it — already felt like something that had happened to someone else. The beds had been stripped, the carpet professionally cleaned (though Michael still joked he’d never get the full deposit back), and the three of them had slipped back into something that almost resembled normal life.
Almost.
Michael still went to work most days. Ryan was on leave until August. And Jack… Jack spent his days drifting between the kitchen, the couch, and his father’s bed like he’d always belonged there.
They didn’t talk much about what had happened at school. They didn’t need to. The truth lived in the small, ordinary things: the way Ryan would pull Jack into his lap without warning while they watched TV, the way Michael would come home from work, kiss both his sons like it was the most natural thing in the world, and then disappear upstairs with whichever one caught his eye first that evening. Sometimes both.
One night in late June, the three of them lay tangled together in Michael’s bed, the windows open, the air thick and humid. Jack was on his back between them, flushed and glowing, cum still leaking slowly from his well-used hole. Ryan was half-asleep with his face pressed against Jack’s neck. Michael lay on his side, one heavy hand resting possessively on Jack’s stomach.
“You know,” Michael said quietly, voice rough from hours of use, “I used to worry about you two. About what would happen when you left for college.”
Jack turned his head, those big blue eyes soft and sleepy. “And now?”
Michael gave a low, tired laugh and pressed a kiss to Jack’s temple.
“Now I’m just glad you came home.” He paused, then added, “But you can’t spend the whole summer doing nothing, Jack. You need a job. Something to keep you busy.”
Jack made a small, noncommittal sound and nuzzled closer to his father’s chest. He already knew this conversation was coming. Michael had been dropping hints for days.
Ryan stirred beside him, voice thick with sleep. “He’s right. You can’t just sit around all summer.”
Jack huffed a quiet laugh but didn’t argue. Deep down, he knew they were right. He’d been meaning to take the car in for an oil change anyway — the light had been on for weeks. Maybe he’d do that tomorrow. Get out of the house for a bit. Do something productive, like his dad kept saying.
Michael’s hand slid slowly down Jack’s stomach, fingers brushing over the mess still drying on his skin.
“Besides,” Michael murmured, voice dropping lower, “I’ve got a feeling this summer’s gonna be interesting.”
Jack smiled faintly in the dark, the same sweet, innocent smile he’d always had.
He had no idea how right his father was.
The End
Next in the Jack Thompson series:
Book 3 - The Shop Boy: Full Service
Jack takes a job at an auto shop, where the men are filthy in more ways than one.
Book 4 - The Partner: Opening Up
Jack and his new love become partners again when they open their own auto shop.
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