Part 10 - More
Note: A fair warning to those of you who are squeamish: this story stomps right into fetish territory; it gets rather explicit, anatomical, and scatological. Such people are advised to move on to chapter 11.
August
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After the initial few weeks of wonder at the discovery of one another, Trevor and Travis had sort of settled in to a more moderate pace of sexual action. These days, they actually fucked maybe twice a week; they traded blowjobs on a couple of other days and jacked each other off sometimes. Generally, if one of them wanted action, the other obliged; their desires had simply tempered. So it wasn't a big surprise that they hadn't had sex today. It was a surprise to Trevor that Travis had rebuffed his advances that morning, telling him that he had something special in mind and to hold off.
That evening, they stopped working a couple of hours earlier than normal. Trevor didn't complain; he was accustomed now to the fourteen-hour days, but twelve hours was still plenty. They got back to the house and found a note on the door: 'Went out for our anniversary. Dinner is in the kitchen. See you tomorrow. Love, Mom'
"It's their tradition, every year they go to town for their wedding anniversary. They used to use it as an excuse to get away from us kids; now they just do it for fun. They'll go to dinner and get a hotel room for the night." Travis grinned. "What they do there is something that a son doesn't like to think about very much."
"That's cool," replied Trevor. "Gotta keep the love alive."
As promised, Travis' mother had left some thick beef stew in a crock pot. Beside that a plate full of fresh, gooey brownies beckoned. "Why does your mom rock so much?"
Travis smiled and nabbed a brownie, stuffing the whole thing in his mouth. Trevor followed his lead. They filled a couple of large bowls with stew and sat at the table, the plate of brownies between them in due course being emptied.
"So,” Travis said, “Since my brothers moved out, I've come up with a tradition of my own each year." He took the final bite of the last brownie. "I take a long shower in their bathroom."
"Why?"
"You've never seen it? They've got an incredible shower. It’s a perk of building your own house. Come on." The cousins stood and cleared the table then went to the master bedroom. In all his visits, Trevor had never been beyond that door. He felt a bit of trepidation as he followed Travis; they moved into the bathroom and opened up the glass door.
The enormous shower yawned before them, maybe sixty square feet. It had two high-end detachable brass shower heads side by side, one with feminine products hanging from it, the other with more generic shampoos and soaps. Marble tile lined the space on all sides. "Wow, that's really nice."
"Yeah, I've been planning for this for a couple of weeks. I thought we'd shower together."
Trevor grinned. "Fine. Why'd you have to plan for that?"
"Because," Travis stepped closer, catching his cousin's eye. "I've got a few ideas for stuff I want to try. Stuff that gets... messy."
Trevor's eyebrows shot up. "What kind of stuff?"
Travis slid behind him and embraced him, leaning close to his ear. "That's a surprise. But I want you to take control of me. I want you to use me as your personal bitch. And the stuff I want to try is really rough and dirty. You're the only person I trust enough. Are you willing to do what I want?"
Trevor's heart was pounding. "Yes."
"Anything I ask you to do to me, you'll do it? No matter what?"
Trevor swallowed. "No matter what."
"Good. Wait here." Travis strode from the room.
Holy shit, Trevor thought to himself. What could he possibly want me to do to him that we haven't already done? I've fucked him in every position we could think of. I've come up his ass and down his throat over and over again. What's left? Within moments, Travis strode in carrying a plastic bucket of various items. He hadn't been gone long enough to collect the items inside - he'd clearly had it prepared. In addition to normal shower supplies, it held a bottle of baby oil, chocolate syrup, honey, liquid soap, a couple of adjustable wrenches, some plastic tubing, and a huge forty-milliliter needleless syringe.
"Fuck," Trevor breathed, holding up the syringe. "What is this for?"
"We use those on cows when we give them shots. For you and me, well," Travis grinned mischievously, "that's part of the surprise. Feel free to get in the shower if you want. I'm going to take a dump."
"Uh, you want me to leave?"
"Nope. I want you to take your clothes off." The cousins stripped, businesslike. Travis immediately seated himself on the toilet and grunted as Trevor stepped from his briefs, the wet plopping audible in the tiled room. He grinned and blushed, looking away. "What's the matter?" Travis teased. "Never seen a man shit before?"
"Uh, not really. Not right in front of me like this."
"Everybody poops."
"Yeah, but not for an audience!"
Travis laughed. "Come here. Let me get your dick hard." Trevor obeyed and stepped close as Travis' rough hand started stroking his member. He toyed with it, tugging playfully at Trevor's foreskin, slapping the growing shaft sharply with his fingers. Within moments, Trevor's erection stood proudly in the air before him. Businesslike, Travis announced he was done and used the toilet paper, standing and flushing. They both glanced at the results as the water swirled its way down. "Enough to make a man proud," Travis remarked, grinning. Trevor chuckled at the ridiculousness of the situation.
"Alright, I'm going to have you do some things to me that are going to hurt. I don't want you to feel sorry for me, I don't want you to show any mercy, even if I'm screaming and yelling at you to stop. Unless I say the safety word." They agreed on what the safety word would be as Travis retrieved the bucket and they stepped into the shower.
They turned on the water and waited as it warmed. The knobs were handy in that the temperature adjustment was separate from the flow regulator. They could just turn them on and off - they didn't have to make sure the water wasn't too hot.
Stepping under the twin streams, Travis retrieved a fresh bar of soap from the bucket. He didn't want to use his parents' supplies, he explained - he didn't want them to know they'd used this bathroom. He pressed the soap against Trevor's body and rubbed it briskly over his skin as the steam wafted around them. He worked up a good lather then handed the soap to Trevor and worked his fingers over the smooth skin while his cousin returned the favor.
Finally, Travis leaned in and their powerful bodies pressed together, slick and soaked, as the two men kissed gently. The passion between them ignited and their arms wrapped around each other, the kiss deepening, the lather slippery between them.
Travis slid his body around behind Trevor's and pulled the younger man's back against his chest, groping at Trevor's pectorals and abdominals, rubbing the bar over them. Trevor turned his head invitingly as Travis nipped at his earlobe. "You're so fucking sexy," breathed Travis. "I want you so bad." He nibbled at Trevor's neck. "Do you want me?"
"Yeah."
Travis pushed Trevor's chest against the marble wall, adjusting the twin streams of water until they struck each shoulder and ran in rivulets over the corded musculature. Travis soaped his back, kissing it and rubbing it as the water splashed away the lather. He worked his way down, licking and lapping, kissing the small of Trevor's back, his loins, his glutei. Trevor felt Travis's hands work the bar of soap gently up and down his crack; he arched his back invitingly as the rough hands scrubbed his anus clean, working soap up against the pucker, even poking at him gently. Finally, Travis reached up to each side and turned off the water. "We'll run out if we're not careful," he explained to Trevor's questioning glance.
He buried his face against Trevor's ass. Trevor inhaled sharply, surprised as Travis' tongue worked against his anus. "Oh, shit," he breathed. This is one thing he hadn’t felt in too long; he had been unprepared for how unexpectedly delightful it felt.
Long minutes passed as Travis worked at him, hot breaths against Trevor's sensitive, dripping skin as he sighed contentedly, tongue swirling and poking at this most personal and sensitive point on Trevor's body, the damp silence of the shower punctuated by their grunts and smacking and moans of contentment.
Finally Travis stood. "How about me?" Trevor couldn't deny the request. They switched on the water and repeated the ritual, Trevor working his way down with the soap, kissing and nibbling then rubbing and scrubbing. Water off, he spread his cousin's cheeks, peering at the pucker before him. He'd seen it before, of course, though mostly in passing. He’d shoved his cock and fingers in there on multiple occasions; but he'd never really -looked- at it. He studied it now, poking at it with his fingertip, noting the wrinkly tissue as it folded together and disappeared, the tuft of damp hair around it, the way it quivered and twitched as he prodded it. Finally, mesmerized, he leaned forward and licked, wiggling his tongue against the rim, feeling it clench tight and hearing his cousin's moan. He pressed his face in harder, attacking the opening with the full strength his tongue could manage, pressing against it, licking it, poking at it. Once again, he swelled with the satisfaction of selflessly providing pleasure as Travis' ass pressed and gyrated against him. He attacked it with relish as the minutes ticked obliviously by.
Finally, Travis turned toward him. "Why has it been so long since we’ve done this?" asked Trevor, looking up.
"I can't stand the smell of ass," grinned Travis. "And when you're not in the shower, your ass smells like ass. Lie down on your back." Trevor obeyed and Travis lowered himself over him, pulling Trevor's legs up and underneath his arms, lifting his hips. They both attacked, a rim job sixty-nine that put each of them into a heady daze. Travis demanded that Trevor put a finger into him and he obliged, adding a digit to the mix of anal worship, pushing it in, wiggling it around, sliding it out and licking the twitching hole. Several times, as he pulled it out, Travis gripped his wrist and pulled the finger into his mouth, savoring the kinky flavor.
At length, the pair shifted positions. "Finger-fuck me," Travis commanded, presenting his ass as Trevor knelt beside his calf. Trevor plowed in with two fingers, twisting them, ramming them with his powerful arms to the accompaniment of Travis' encouragement. "Oh, yeah, that's it. Put another in."
Trevor had never used more than two on his cousin; the third slipped past the resistance to a delighted moan. Moments passed as Trevor continued to work over Travis' hole. Trevor felt the warmth of the tender flesh against his fingertips; felt as the sphincter muscle pressed against them, rebelling hopelessly against the invasion. "Hold them in and spread them apart," commanded Travis. Trevor did so and noted in fascination as a black void opened between his fingers, a breach into his cousin's body. The stretching drove Travis wild and he moaned loudly, pressing his body backwards against Trevor's hand. Trevor twisted his hand slowly while stretching the anus and Trevor moaned louder in reaction.
Finally, Travis pulled away and stood. "Time for the next thing." He dismounted one of the shower heads, its ten-foot hose trailing it. He retrieved the wrenches from the bucket and carefully removed the head from the hose, leaving only the threaded coupler at the end. Replacing the wrenches, he grabbed the plastic tubing from the bucket. Squeezing it just a bit, he pressed a few inches of one end through the drain grate. Handing the ends of both the tube and the hose to Trevor, he knelt again before him. "Put those fingers back in and slide these in between them," he directed.
At this point, Trevor felt game for anything. He was having a blast exploring these new possibilities; what others, or even he in other circumstances, might find gross or disturbing he found exciting and interesting in the company of this most intimate of friends. Smiling devilishly, he worked his fingers back into Travis' anus. Buried deep, he spread them then wedged the tubes between them, pushing them slowly but firmly into Travis' body. "Yeah," muttered Travis, his rectum hungrily lapping up the abuse. "Now turn on the water, just a little."
Trevor withdrew his fingers and reached for the knob and cracked it open until he heard it just slowly running. "Ah, yeah," breathed Travis as the warm water trickled into him, his anus holding the hose and tube in place, sealing around them as the water gently flowed out the tube. "Turn it up a little." The water flowed faster from the tube, gurgling its way down the drain. Travis could sometimes detect just a tinge of brown flowing out, almost imperceptible.
"Fill the syringe with that soap," directed Travis. "Fill it up all the way." Trevor opened the bottle and drew the orange liquid up. "Inject that shit into my ass." Pressing firmly, the water leaking around it as Travis groaned, Trevor inserted the syringe halfway into Travis' body and depressed the plunger. The water in the tube turned foamy white in moments as the soap dissolved and flowed away. "Do it a couple more times." Twice more, Trevor injected a syringe-full of soap into his cousin's body. He watched for long minutes as the water clarified in the tube, the soap diluted, flushed out, and carried away. A couple times, Travis reached back and carefully crimped the tube, moaning as the water pressurized inside him until it squirted out his ass. Trevor laughed out loud the first time and watched Travis' awestruck face in fascination the second time.
At length, Travis asked Trevor to shut off the water. Gingerly, carefully, he reached back and tugged at the tube and the hose until he'd withdrawn them, working past the discomfort that the threading on the shower hose caused. Finally, having accomplished the task, Travis reclined against the marble tile. "That felt incredible," he sighed.
Trevor leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'm glad. Where are the towels?"
"Oh, we're not done yet, bucko. I was just getting ready." He retrieved the baby oil and a bottle of shampoo from the bucket. "Here, hold these." He grabbed the wrenches and reassembled the shower head. Trevor glanced at the shampoo - small for a shampoo bottle, maybe two inches in diameter, but rounded at the top with a rather unique rounded cap. Travis finished his task, hanging the shower head back into place. Lying on his back, he looked at his cousin, grinning rakishly. "See that shampoo?"
"Yeah?"
"Lube it up and fuck me with it." He lifted his legs and spread them wide, exposing his anus.
"Crazy," muttered Trevor, grinning, moving closer. He poured some baby oil over Travis' crack and worked it into his pucker with his fingertips. He coated the shampoo bottle with it and pushed the cap up against and into Travis' body.
Travis grabbed his own cock and jerked it, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as Trevor worked the bottle slowly into him, wedging his sphincter slowly open. “Fuck, yeah…” Within moments, the bottle slid past the resistance and buried itself halfway up his ass. Travis moaned as Trevor wiggled it around then pulled it out and pressed it remorselessly back in. A third time, out and then plunging it back in.
"Hold on," said Travis as Trevor pulled it back out. He repositioned himself, shoulders on the floor, ass up against the wall, legs folded to each side, his anus pointed straight up in the air. "Sit on my face and keep going," he directed.
Trevor manoeuvred into position and felt Travis' hot breath against his body as he settled into place. He wiggled his hips as Travis' tongue mashed up into his crack and turned his attention back to the bottle.
He re-lubricated with the baby oil and relentlessly pressed the bottle back in, watching its length disappear as Travis tensed. Over and over, he withdrew and inserted it, fascinated by how the supple flesh moved in response, intrigued by the gaping hole that lingered for several seconds until the muscles contracted. He poured baby oil directly into the gape until it winked closed and overflowed, then plunged again, watching the fluid bubble out around the plastic.
Finally, on a lark, as he withdrew the bottle and tossed it aside, he dove in and stuffed the opening with his tongue, the powerful aroma of the baby oil thick in his face. He stuck his tongue out as far as it would go; it snaked literally an inch inside his cousin's body. Travis gasped at the unexpected invasion and moaned as Trevor wiggled his tongue around inside. The sphincter closed and Trevor dug in with his fingers, roughly prying it open again and shoving his tongue back in between his fingers. "Fuck, yeah!" groaned Travis, his voice muffled by Trevor's ass, his body pinned and helpless and ecstatic at the violation.
Minutes passed as Trevor ravaged Travis’ anus, wedging it open, tongue-fucking and finger-fucking. Travis squirmed and encouraged. Finally, Travis ordered Trevor to retrieve the chocolate syrup. “Shove the open bottle top in me and fill me up.”
Trevor grinned like a boy and obeyed. It proved a challenge to insert the top while keeping the bottle open; the chocolate kind of dribbled out and trickled away as he tried. He finally managed and squeezed the bottle, its contents flowing into his cousin’s body until it started bubbling out with Travis’ contractions. Trevor leaned down and lapped at the brown mess, his face smeared with chocolate.
Finally, Travis slapped his ass. “Shove your cock in there. Fuck my chocolaty ass.”
Trevor stood and turned, leaning over, his ass against the marble wall, pointing his cock down until it wedged against Travis’ pucker. In one savage plunge, he buried it into his cousin’s body; extra syrup mooshed out around it and painted his balls and pubes as the sticky brown excess trickled down Travis’ abs. “Fuuuck,” he groaned as Trevor stroked into him, making a mess. “Come on, Trevor, use me. Make me your bitch. Fuck me!”
In response, Trevor stood and manhandled Travis roughly to his hands and knees. He positioned himself in front of Travis’ face and shoved his chocolate-coated cock into his cousin’s throat, feeling him gag, hearing him choke. He gripped Travis’ head and fucked his mouth roughly for several moments. He pushed Travis back around and plunged back into his ass, fucking it hard, the dregs of chocolate still smearing his shaft in a slippery sticky mess. He drizzled some more of the syrup down Travis’ crack and felt it slosh as he fucked it into him.
Once again, he pulled out and manhandled Travis around, face-fucking him again. “Oh, fuck, y…” Travis gagged as Trevor’s cock entered his throat, the younger man’s teeth grinding into an animal growl.
Trevor reached into the bucket and fished out the honey. A standard honey-bear bottle with a tapered tip, he opened it and drizzled the sticky stuff over Travis’ face as he fucked it. He reached down and authoritatively pulled Travis’ head to meet his as he leaned over; he licked the honey from his cousin’s forehead, his eyes, his nose. “Get the fuck back around,” he commanded, shoving Travis away. He leaned over his cousin’s ass and shoved the tip of the bear into his anus, filling him with honey until it flowed out and down and mingled with the chocolate and dripped from his balls. Trevor shoved his cock in again, burying it into the flesh and honey, feeling it ooze out around his testicles. He fucked his cousin for minutes, the stickiness of the honey gripping their flesh and providing a new kind of sensation; it cemented Trevor’s foreskin in place and he fucked his cousin by means of fucking his own foreskin.
Once again, Trevor shoved Travis around and buried himself into his cousin’s throat, the honey mixing with the chocolate in his pubes and on his balls and around his cousin’s lips and chin and cheeks. Trevor reached and hooked his middle finger into Travis’ ass and pulled as his hips thrust; Travis, accustomed to the throat-fucking, latched onto him, insatiable.
Fully horned, fully dominating, Trevor shoved Travis back around and plunged into his ass again, slapping it three times, four times, his sticky hand leaving perceptible imprints. He leaned over as his hips thrust, shoving at his cousin’s shoulders until Travis’ face planted into the floor. Trevor fucked him hard, feeling an orgasm spark, pouring out his aggression and dominance. “Ah, you fucking bitch. I own your fucking hole. I’m gonna shoot into it. You’re going to love it, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, fuck me!”
“Yeah, you love me fucking your ass, don’t you?”
“I love it! Come on, you pussy! Fuck me!”
Trevor shot hard then, his body convulsing as his semen poured into Travis’ body; he roared as he came, his cock buried full inside. As the orgasm subsided, he collapsed over onto Travis’ back, his breath ragged, his dick still inside his cousin as he slowly pumped it in and out.
“Trevor?”
“Yeah?”
“Piss in my ass, motherfucker.” Trevor laughed in disbelief. “Do it, you fucker! Empty your bladder into my ass!”
Now, any guy will tell you that urination immediately following ejaculation can be rather difficult. The prostate is swollen; it doesn’t easily allow a urine stream to be established. Doing so while one’s penis is pinched, such as by an anal sphincter, is even more difficult. Trevor grunted for almost a minute, struggling as the first trickles escaped his body. Pushing harder, he felt his urine evacuating his body in earnest with a little sharp pain; its warm wetness enveloped his cock. “Fuck, yeah,” moaned Travis, grinding back into him. “Fill me up!”
At length, Trevor’s urine stream faltered and stopped. Now, any guy will tell you that a most effective way to alleviate an erection is by urinating. Couple this with his recent ejaculation and Trevor found his cock had almost completely shrunk inside his cousin. It slipped out. Travis’ body involuntarily spasmed at the sudden void and he shuddered and moaned as a bladder full of urine squirted out and splashed against Trevor’s belly and balls.
“Oh, fuck!” Trevor laughed. Without hesitation, Travis spun around and shoved his cousin back, clamping onto his dripping, limp dick. “You dirty fuck,” gasped Trevor in surprise as Travis licked at his soaked belly and balls and pubes and soft, pissy cock. Without warning, Travis rose and latched onto Trevor’s mouth, mixing his pissy saliva with his cousin’s. Trevor sort of gagged and pulled back, but Travis didn’t relent; Trevor fell to his back with Travis on top, their chocolate-coated, honey-dipped, and urine-splashed bodies sliding together as they made out deeply.
Finally, the pair broke; Travis disentangled himself and lay on his back. "You dirty fucker," Trevor grinned, reaching over and wiping at the sheen of urine and honey that coated Travis’ cheeks and chin.
Travis smiled back. "I can't believe how much I got into that. So fucking nasty. You ready for what's next?"
Shit, what now? "What is it?"
Travis rolled to his hands and knees. "Four fingers. Get busy. Use the oil."
Trevor knelt behind Travis and dug in. Drizzling oil, he inserted two fingers, then three, then finally four. He discovered that four was a whole new ballgame- three fingers folded together into a relatively round and small bunch; four fingers did not. He thrust his palm against his cousin's ass to the sound of Travis' moans and whimpers. "Deeper," Travis kept demanding. "Harder." Trevor obeyed, after minutes of work finally burying his hand to the thumb joint as Travis' anus stretched around him, his knuckles disappearing into his cousin's body with each stroke. Oil drizzled; Travis moaned louder, Trevor's arm ached from the strain.
"More," cried Travis, gritting his teeth.
Trevor shook his head and started working his thumb in alongside his fingers, wedging deeper and deeper, slowly stretching, invading. Travis really started to scream then, the pain apparent.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Did I say the safety word, you sissy motherfucker? Shove your whole fucking hand in there!"
Trevor jaw dropped and he shook his head again. Travis' warm flesh enveloped his hand already, clear to the ball of his thumb. He worked it in more, drizzling oil, twisting it slowly, pressing firmly, working deeper as his fingers played against Travis' rectal wall.
Finally, the ball of Trevor's hand slid past the stressed sphincter muscle and he found himself suddenly buried to the wrist and wedged into place. Travis let out a bellow like he'd just been punched in the gut. "Holy fuck," he moaned. "Hold it right there. Don't fucking move."
"You crazy fuck."
"Yeah, maybe. Who else am I going to trust to do this?" He breathed, deep, slow breaths, his body sweating and quivering. "That feels so incredible..."
"It actually feels -good-??"
"I didn't say it felt good. I said it felt incredible. I've never been stretched like this. It's fucking satisfying. Now," he said, looking back. “Gently make a fist. Turn your hand and rub against my prostate. Keep it gentle.”
Trevor complied, his knuckles finding that walnut-shaped knob of flesh. He pressed against it, his fingers playing, sweeping rhythmically. Travis moaned like a whore, eyes closed, body shuddering. “Fuck, yeah,” he whimpered. Trevor pressed a little harder, now massaging the node gently, working it between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger.
“Ohh…” moaned Travis, and his battered sphincter convulsed around Trevor’s wrist. “Oh, fuuuck…” he yelled as his semi-hard cock twitched and his semen dribbled onto the shower floor. His arms collapsed and he took a face plant as his body shook and shuddered, racked by tortured pleasure, his breathing ragged as the brutal euphoria flooded through him.
Finally, the orgasm passed and he caught his breath. “Oh, fuck, that was amazing,” he breathed. He looked back at his cousin. "This part is going to be tricky. You're going to have to be careful pulling back out, or you could really hurt me. Just work it slowly, little at a time."
Trevor started turning his hand, wedging his palm against the interior of Travis' anus, slowly working back, wiggling out, stretching it open again, drizzling oil and lubricating the area as best he could, his cousin bellowing like a bull. Finally past the resistance, he slowly withdrew, letting Travis' body adjust, feeling the tissue slacken around him, noting a faint trail of red against his skin.
Finally out, he sat back. Travis didn't move. He reached back and gingerly explored the area, probing it. "I think I won't be doing that again very soon," he noted.
"I can't believe you're crazy enough to try it."
"You don't get it, do you?" Travis slowly lifted to his knees. "You don't like getting fucked, right?"
"Right. It hurts too much."
"Fine. The world needs more guys willing to be tops anyway. For me, part of why it feels good is because I'm getting stretched. Maybe you're more sensitive to the pain that the stretching causes, but I like it. And your hand stretched me more than I've ever felt. It was fucking amazing."
Trevor shook his head. "Whatever does it for you, man. I didn't like hurting you."
Travis stood, slowly. He helped Trevor to his feet then leaned in and kissed him tenderly. "I appreciate that. But if you'd really been hurting me, I would have stopped you. I told you to keep going because I liked it. Okay?"
"Alright."
"Good." Travis reached over and turned on the showers. "Now let’s get cleaned up."
The cousins finished showering then, lathering each other up, shampooing their hair, washing off the sticky residue of their play from themselves and the shower floor and walls. Trevor's mood improved as Travis played and joked with him. They started laughing like boys, trying to slap each others' dicks, horse playing and messing around with the water. Finally, as the water began to cool, they turned it off and kissed lightly before opening the glass door and reaching for a towel to share.
I guess that's concieted but its also pretty funny
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which I certainly appreciate. And third, I know it is going to take me into new and twisted territory that I will thoroughly enjoy being immersed in. How could it fail with a mind like your's creating it all?
