DYLAN!
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
I'm in my finished basement with Dodger and his boyfriend, Vinnie, and, oh man, the opportunity is knocking for my first three-way!
That's the positive, and the negative is, I think I've probably screwed up the thing with Ray by giving him time to talk himself out of him and I experimenting with a little buddy sex gay fun. I do not want to make the same mistake with the three-way opportunity. Dodger has already fucked me, but just once. It was last summer in their swimming pool. It was totally unexpected and unwanted at the time, but it turned out to be hot as hell and an ultra-sexy turn-on.
I consciously made myself not think too much about Jake's unexpected and unwanted fuck, which was hot as hell as well. Almost the same sort of thing as the pool incidence, but I think of it entirely differently from Dodger's, and I'm not dealing with that now.
Dodger breaks the awkward silence by saying, "Come on, Dylan. We need you. As I said, it'll be better if there are three of us."
Vinnie says, "Yeah, Dylan, it'll be our first three-way."
Not taking a chance on pretending I'm reluctant, I nod, "Okay, guys, but for God's sake, don't ever breathe a word of this to anyone!" I actually felt some nervousness about this little adventure.
Dodger mutters, "Tell anybody? Are you nuts? You and Vinnie are the only two people in the world who know I'm gay, and I'm keeping it that way into the foreseeable future."
Vinnie, pulling off his jeans, says, "Dylan, I trust you because Dodger told me to. My ass would be in serious, serious trouble if my father, or even my older brother, finds out I'm queer. They hate queers! What's the name for that, Dodger?"
He says, "They're homophobes, and don't act dumb. You're not dumb, Vinnie." Vinnie grinned at Dodger, and I'm just realizing that these two are crazy about each other. They're definitely a couple of steps up from just being fuck buddies. As I'm unbuttoning my shirt, Vinnie steps out of his jockey shorts, looking at me, saying, "I used to be self-conscious about getting naked in front of other guys, but ever since Dodger and I have been messing around together, it doesn't bother me anymore. It helps in gym class, too, ya know?"
I mumble, "What...?"
I wasn't listening; I was staring at his big cock. It was cut so I could see most of the head and all of the shaft. That thing is impressive. Routine pubic patch of dark brown curly hairs, but nothing else was routine. I swear to God, Vinnie's dick was almost as big as Jake's. About seven inches long and fat, too! Looking up, I see Dodger gawking at me with a smirk on his face, He mutters, "Amazing, ain't it?"
I blurted out a laugh and said, "Ah... yeah! You could say that..."
Vinnie's chuckling, too. Then, holding his pecker out, he says, "Can I put this up your ass, Dylan? Dodger won't let me put it up his."
Taking a big breath, I said, "Aah, that would be a definite maybe," and Dodger said, "You're so cool, Dylan. My homeboy here needs to fuck someone; you can be his first. That's too much cock for me. This will be a memory to last a lifetime. For him, I mean."
I'm kinda laughing at all the weird and unexpected things happening to me lately. Then, looking at that pecker on Vinnie caused a thought to creep into my head about how incredibly sexy and awesome Jake's big cock had felt inside me, so this is thrillingly exciting. I mutter vaguely, "Um, we'll see how it goes."
Then, just like that, Dodger was naked, too, and, oh my God, the contrast between Vinnie's penis and Dodger's was startling. Dodger's dick isn't even four inches long. On the other hand, the head is oversized, bigger than mine or Vinnie's. The boys' dicks made me think how I've always felt the best part of the gym class, by far, was the showers. Not for the reasons you might think, though.
When I had high school gym, I didn't even know I was gay. I didn't discover my gayness until last Spring, and I didn't have gym the second part of junior year, and there is no gym class senior year. So, what I meant about the best part of the gym class being the showers is that you get to see all the uniquely different dicks that guys have, not in a sexual way, but rather as a curiosity. There is quite a variety out there, and now, of course, I like just about all of them.
Anyway, I pulled my undies off, and my size dick fit nicely in between Dodgers midget one, and Vinnie's giant one. Vinnie tells me, "Oh, you're normal," and Dodger grunts, "Ha! Normal? That isn't a concept normally associated with Dylan?" Then he says, "Oh, unless you mean his cock. Yeah, that's kinda normal sized, or average size might be a better word for it, or perhaps just describing it as not at all special is a more accurate description."
It helped to get comfortable talking derogatorily about our dicks. Dodger says, "At least my nuts are bigger than both of yours," and Vinnie mumbles, "Don't make us laugh with that bullshit."
The three of us, naked except for socks, continued insulting each other until I felt comfortable enough to say, "Let's get used to the feel of each other's body by doing a couple of naked hugs," and we did that, me being the only one who started boning-up. I couldn't help it; those boys felt so good to rub against and hold onto. They both laughed at me, pointing at my semi-boner, which was sticking stiffly off to the left.
We were really getting comfortable with everything now, so I didn't mind being mocked; it was all in good humor. I tossed Dodger a little throw rug for Vinnie to kneel on, and Dodger picked up the barber clippers and turned it on. Vinnie said, "Wait! How short will that cut my hair?"
Dodger muttered, "A quarter inch, just like mine," and he rubbed his bristly hair, saying, "It feels awesome, Vinnie. Come on, kneel over here on this little rug so you don't hurt your little knees."
Vinnie goes over and slowly kneels down in front of Dodger. He casually picks up the little cock that's in front of him, the one attached to Dodger. After a second, he looks up at Dodger and says, "Well, go ahead. Cut my hair off, enjoy your fetish." Vinnie leans forward and takes Dodger's entire cock in his mouth, his cheeks and chin moving as he's sucking and tonguing that dick for all he's worth.
Apparently, Vinnie likes sucking cock as much as I do. Just thinking about getting Dodger's cock in my mouth has me further firming up as I unconsciously play with myself, moving my firm dick from side to side.
The clippers are running, but Dodger says, "I can't do it, Vinnie.
You've had this long hair since you were ten years old. As much as I want to, I'm not going to buzz it."
Vinnie gets hold of Dodger's dick at the base to hold it in place, pulls his head away, and while stroking the cock, quietly says, "Yeah, I know, I've had this same exact hairstyle since I was eight years old, and that is the reason I went along with your goofy fed-hash or whatever you called it. I wanted a reason to change my look, and you gave it to me, so go ahead, buzz it. I want you too".
Dodger looked like he just won the lottery, he goes "Hot damn, you rock so hard, Vinnie," and, lifting up a handful of hair, he put the running clipper at the hairline and pushed it to the back of Vinnie's head, leaving a swath of quarter inch hair where eight or nine inches had previously been, and then he did a second swipe from front to back right next to the first one with the exact same results. It was an instant transformation; the clippers clipped the hairs off very smoothly, like a hot knife through butter.
These clippers are Oster fast-feed professional clippers. Chubby and I bought the clippers off eBay used, second hand, for twenty dollars. New, they cost close to ten times that amount. Dodger did a third run, then a fourth, and the entire top of Vinnie's head was devoid of hair, except the quarter-inch buzz. It took less than twenty seconds to do it as Vinnie sat back on his ankles with Dodger's dick still in his hand, just holding the slightly firm cock, wet with Vinnie's saliva.
We all were more or less speechless, mesmerized by the pile of hair that lay on the floor behind Vinnie. Even seeing it right there, it's hard to believe how much hair came off his head with each swipe of the clippers. Vinnie ran his hand back and forth where his hair used to be, where he'd had long, silky hair since he was eight years old; now, is just bristles. He muttered, "feels cool," as Dodger's eyes were bugging out, his mouth open, the clippers still running, but held to his side. It was like none of us could believe this happened.
Dodger fumbled with the switch until he'd turned off the clippers, took back his dick from Vinnie, and said, "It wasn't the sexual turn-on I expected. Maybe it's too shocking to see my bud go from a shaggy dog to a Marine recruit. I don't know, but it's not anything like the aroused, sexy sensation I get when someone cuts my hair. This was sort of fun, but it's just wasn't sexy to me."
The top of Vinnie's head was basically hairless, but all around the sides and back remained lots and lots of long hair hanging down, which looked so weird. It looked like that horseshoe pattern baldness that old guys sometimes get. Dodger said, "Well, this was an interesting little experiment, but I'm so fucking disappointing and amazing that I didn't get wicked aroused from it."
Handing the clippers out toward me, Dodger, in a dejected voice, mumbled, "Here, Dylan, would you finish Vinnie's buzz? You'd need to do all that trimming afterward anyway."
It was very anti-climactic. Vinnie and I just looked at Dodger, like... that's it? Then I mutter, "Sure, I'll finish the haircut. Vinnie, you should probably put that little throw rug on this stool so you're not sitting on the cold wood seat with your bare ass." He looked at me, and I added, "And may I say that it's one fine-looking ass you have there too."
Vinnie mumbles, "See Dodger, Dylan knows a hot ass when he sees one," and then he gets off his knees, dragging the rug with him, and adds, "You okay, Dodger?"
It's like Dodger is in shock. He said he was fine and then went on to explain how he'd had this fantasy of giving a guy a haircut while the guy sucked him off for a long time, even jerking off thinking about it, and now it all just petered out to nothing when the fantasy became real life. He said the anticipation he'd had was so high that it was a huge let-down. Then he cheered up some and said, "My fetish bombed out on me, but we still have our three-way, right, Dylan?"
"it's up to you two numbnuts," and I ran the clippers up the sides and then the back of Vinnie's head. I was cool with the way huge amounts of long hair fell onto my hand with every swipe of the clippers and then continued down to the tile floor. It took only two minutes or so to finish, although I take much longer than that with Dodger, accommodating his fetish. Then, I used the fine trimmer to outline Vinnie a new hairline like I do for Dodger. Vinnie kept feeling his head, saying, "It feels so cool, you're right about that, Dodger."
Dodger and I baptized Vinnie's new buzz cut with vigorous head massages and smacked on the back of his head. Vinnie went into the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror while Dodger and I swept up all the hair. It made quite a pile, and I got a kind of weird, creepy feeling knowing that a minute ago, all that hair was attached to Vinnie's head, and now it's going into the trash.
Vinnie yelled from the power room, "I fucking love it! My old man is going to shit himself because he's been nagging me to do something like this for over two years. I'll get some brownie points at home for sure." He was pumped up, and came storming out, all excited, his long dick flopping around with every step.
Dodger whines, "Okay, me giving someone a haircut doesn't work out, so be it, but I still need somebody to finish sucking my cock."
Of course, I wanted to be the one sucking that fat-headed cock, but I didn't want to be bossy or over-eager, so I said, "I'm good with doing that; how bout we flip a coin, Vinnie? Winner gets to fuck the other guy as he's sucking Dodger's cock. You know, something to get our three-way off the ground."
Vinnie's eyes got big as he mumbled, "Guess we're in the major leagues now, Dodger. Let's do it, Dylan. I'll flip." Vinnie looked even more youthful with the buzz cut. God almighty, though, I can't believe that dick on him. He gets a coin out of his pants that are lying on the floor, and flips it up in the air. I call heads as it is tumbling down, and it comes up tails. Pretending to be pissed off, I yelled, "Shit!" but in truth, I was excited about sucking Dodger's little pecker and equally enthusiastic about the prospect of feeling Vinnie's big pecker up my ass.
We went over to the recliner, and Dodger sat on the end of it. I got on my hands and knees, my head between Dodger's legs. His excellent scent is powerful, much like his brother, Robby's. Dodger's been shaving his crotch since last summer, so he has a very clean, excellent-looking crotch. He's on the swim team, and a lot of the swimmers shave every place they can reach, so his shaved pubes don't cause much notice.
Vinnie's over at his pile of clothes again, rustling through his pants until he comes up with the little tube of lube that he carries with him when he's going to be with Dodger. "I've got some lube to use in your asshole, Dylan," he says in a shaky voice as his finger slips right inside me, all slippery and nice.
I groan, "Aaaahhh, give me some warning you're going to do that, dude!"
He's new at this and quite rough, so I gave him a little instruction, "Vinnie, when you get around to using your dick, take it slow. Go in slow, dude; that's important to remember when you're packing a big salami like you got."
That gets him into a laughing jag that I think is partially covering up the fact he's excited about his first fuck, but probably more than a little bit nervous as well. I'd been slowly stroking Dodger's dick while Vinnie was getting my asshole slippery. Dodger's dick was slimy with Vinnie's saliva, but still looked so tasty I couldn't wait any longer and meticulously licked it clean of Vinnie's spit, replacing his spit with my own. It was so yummy licking this hot boy's penis; I kept right on licking under his balls and then back further, under his sack of nuts, almost to his asshole.
Feeling me licking down there, Dodger slid his ass forward off the edge of the recliner, and there was his asshole, looking brand new and pink like the rest of him. Taking a big lap over his anus there was a strong acrid taste making me think of the skid marks in his bathing suit last summer. It took me four strong, deliberate licks to clean off the shitty residue from his ass. I felt like such a derelict doing it, too, but I couldn't stop myself. I'm hooked on both Dickers brothers. To me, they're very special and very unique.
As I was rimming Dodger's hole, Vinnie slid a second finger up my ass, and it felt good. I'm lapping Dodger's asshole like a puppy dog licking an ice cream cone, so he adjusted his legs to tightly on either side of my head, the heels of his feet resting on my back, and my face tight at his ass crack. Every few seconds, Dodger moaned, "Oh yeah... ohh..." It aroused me greatly, and I'd have cum if I kept it up another five seconds, so I did a final poke with my tongue inside his hole, then licked from his hole up behind his balls and around the right side of his scrotum.
Lifting my head caused Dodger to move his feet back to the floor. In a voice full of amazement, he said, "That was so fucking awesome, Dylan. I loved that!" Then, talking to Vinnie, he said, "This is something new for you to do, Vinnie; licking my asshole." He was laughing slightly when he said it, partially a joke, but still in awe at how hot it is to be rimmed.
Vinnie pulled his fingers out of my hole, muttering, "I'm not licking your ass, Dodger. That's fucking gross!"
Dodger's like, "Oh yeah, you'll lick it if you want me to fuck you. Dylan's a high school senior, so we can learn from him." Vinnie's chuckling now, mumbling, "Okay, then; when I'm a senior, maybe I'll do it then."
The three of us were comfortable with all this, and it indicated to me that they were having a lot of sex together. Vinnie even appeared to be over his initial awe about his first fuck as he gave my ass a big slap, saying, "Let's get going here. Push your ass up," and then another slap.
I grunted, "Ow!' and he giggled and slapped it again harder, then slid his semi-hard cock back and forth in my crack, saying, "I'm just getting my cock nice and hard for you. I'm gonna slide this big baby way up inside you and fuck you till you're spewing spunk."
The better I know him, the more I like Vinnie; he's wicked likable. But why am I thinking about that when there's Dodger's yummy, fat penis head right in front of me, begging to be sucked. His cock was stiff from the rimming, but as soon as I took it inside my warm, wet mouth, it started firming up a lot more, and the head swelled even fatter. It's a shockingly big mouthful of penis.
Vinnie had a lot of lube in my hole by now, and I could hear him pulling on that big dick of his getting it lubed and getting it led-pipe hard. Tonguing and sucking on Dodger's cock was just as much fun as I thought it would be until, unexpectedly, Dodger took a handful of my long hair, got up off the recliner, and, holding my head in place, began moving his hips forward and back, sliding the fat cock head over my tongue to the back of my throat, and then pulling it back, over and over. I didn't struggle as he fucked my mouth like a pro. Having two boys do you at the same time is pretty much as good as it can get.
By now, Vinnie wanted his cock inside me, and after pressing against my hole firmly without penetration, he grunted with disgust, pulled back his hips, and thrust forward with a lot of force, driving the ridiculously fat head of that big cock right past my aching sphincter muscle. He grunted out, "Oh my God, this is fucking awesome. Oh, oh, it feels good," and he plowed in a couple more inches of fat, hard, wood-like cock.
That hurt like a motherfucker, but my mouth was full of Dodger's cock, so I made protest noises in my throat, which were, of course, ignored or mistaken for sounds of ecstasy. Dodger had been breathing noisily through his nose, seemingly quite aroused himself as he increased the speed of his hips, moving that fat cock head back and forth in my mouth, poking at the back of my throat, then bending his knees a bit to push his boner against the roof of my mouth, then against the inside of one cheek, then the other, caressing the head of that big cock against something wet, warm, and smooth.
I was breathing totally through my nose with no choice and the smell of Dodger was sweet and getting me hotter the more turned-on Dodger got. I didn't want him to stop. My ass was burning, and after a few seconds, Vinnie mumbled, "This is fantastic. Should I be doing anything else, Dodger?"
My eyes went to the top of my sockets, looking at cute Dodger, interested in what advice he'd give his protege. He had his eyes closed, looking peaceful and content as he murmured, "I don't know, Vinnie, are you fucking him hard and fast, like I do you."
Vinnie says, "It's awful tight," but then he shoved the rest of his cock in, and that really hurts like hell, too. I took it, though, knowing my hole is working full speed accommodating this intrusion, and sure enough, after three fairly painful, long, full thrusts, things start improving big time. Vinnie excitedly tells Dodger, "Hot shit! I got it going now, Dodger!" and he did too. It started feeling good inside my rectum, and my shoulders shuddered as I moaned, "Mmm..."
Vinnie slapped my ass, and it was soon stinging like a bitch. Comparing Jake's boner and Vinnie's, Jake's was definitely bigger, but I enjoyed this experience more than the one with Jake. His fucking was hotter, but this is a mutual endeavor with Vinnie, not rape. He wants to fuck me, and I want him to do it. If my mouth weren't so full, I would be moaning out loud at the sexual pleasure he was providing using all seven-plus inches of his cock. Thrusting all of it up my ass, then pulling out almost entirely before shoving it way back up there.
Holding onto my hips with both his hands, Vinnie is slapping his groin against my buttocks with every thrust. Then he lets go of my hip with his right hand, and the loud "Slap" sound follows when he smacks my stinging buttock. My boner was dripping from Vinnie's energetic fucking of my hole and my energetic sucking of Dodger's short boner. It was awesome, but over too quickly. The second I tasted precum, Dodger mumbled, "Shit! I'm gonna cum...." and he immediately poured cum into my mouth and throat in one long hard thin stream.
It happened so fast I made my old hiccup mistake and sucked cum up my sinuses, which was then blown out my nose. This has happened to me a few times, but it's something you don't get used to. I panic for a second because all my air passages are temporarily blocked, and breathing is impossible. Blowing hard out my nose, two cum bubbles inflated and then popped on my upper lip. That startled Dodger, and he pulled his cock out and began stroking that sopping wet, still hard cock.
Not sure what happened, Vinnie stopped humping my ass, leaving his boner fully inside me. Oh man, I had a really great, hard boner before the cum in my nose cut-off air to my lungs, and now ny cock was only semi-hard. Dodger mutters, "Oh God, that was the best blow job I've ever had."
Nodding at him, I looked behind me and saw Vinnie frowning. I guess the comment hurt his feelings a little. Dodger, standing, says, "Don't be offended, Vinnie, it's the rimming that made it so special. You rim my ass and then suck me off like you normally do, and it'll probably be as good or better than Dylan." He had walked behind Vinnie, adding, "How about you stand up, Dylan, and we'll have a little train action."
Vinnie goes, "Oh yeah!" and, with his hard boner still inside me, he's pulling me up, his hands at my armpits. I struggle up, spreading my legs to accommodate the difference in our height. Even after that great climax that Dodger had, he still has a semi-boner. He puts some lube on Vinnie's asshole and pushes his fat-headed three-and-a-half-inch boner up Vinnie's ass, murmuring, "I told you you'd get fucked this afternoon, Vinnie," and then did a fast rabbit fuck that had Vinnie bouncing into me going, "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah!"
Vinnie blew moist exhales at the back of my neck in between the "Ah!" exclamations. I could feel Dodger change from fast humps to hard, sharp thrusts, and Vinnie tried duplicating the thrusts with his monster cock, fucking my ass. They couldn't get in time with each other, but there were a lot of "Oh!" and "Ah!" coming from all of us. It felt so hot and sexy knowing Dodger had his cock up the ass of the boy who was fucking me. I can't explain it, but it was just so much sexier knowing that. I stroked my boner dangerously close to climaxing.
A minute later, the boys got in sync, and Vinnie's fucking was immediately much smoother. I soon had a boner sticking up and dripping precum so hard it was in danger of splitting open. Vinnie had grabbed a big fistful of hair from the top of my head to hold me against him, and with his other hand, he smacked my ass every time Dodger smacked his. Vinnie's tight little body was bumping and bouncing off the back of mine, his large cock pounding far up my asshole, and it was a wonderful thing.
He made a moaning sound with every hump up my ass, but it didn't last long. Making a sound like a girl screaming at a mouse running up her leg, Vinnie blew cum up my ass, pulling my head back so hard I almost toppled over backward. After his initial long shot of cum, he let go of my hair to wrap his arms around me and then did little bites on my shoulder. I moaned, "Ohh..." and, shuddering, blew my load of cum as worlds collided and I almost passed out,
Vinnie hung on to me even after a euphoric Dodger pulled out of him and gave his ass two smacks before exclaiming excitedly about our three-way, totally pumped up and excitedly describing his own awesome climax earlier. Then he was laughing again about the cum bubbles that I'd blown from my nose. I'm nodding my head at Vinnie, who is still clinging to me, and Dodger pulls him off me. Smiling, the three of us were in the best moods ever.
I said to Vinnie, "Awesome fuck, dude. I can't believe that was your first time, but what's with all the dominant spanking?" Vinnie shrugged and muttered, "I just did what Dodger does." He needed to be home to watch his baby sister while his mother went food shopping, so we got dressed, and I walked them outside. I watched them hurry off, thinking... we need to do more three ways in the future.
In the finished basement again, I lie on the recliner, daydreaming about the three-way. Me sucking Dodger's cock and Vinnie fucking my ass, dominating my ass. Strangely, the daydreaming made me jealous of Andy, who was probably getting dominated by Willie right this second. I'm not as okay with that as I thought I'd be. Willie having a boyfriend on the side makes me jealous, although I had Robby as my boyfriend on the side; plus, I've just had a three-way with Dodger and his boyfriend, Vinnie.
Later, I had a regular night with Chubby, meaning it was a fabulous time, and then Chubby drove us to school the next day. It's Thursdays, so I need to do my senior editor duties for the Framingham Eagle, our school newspaper. Today is also the day Ray is supposed to tell me if he needs me to do some experimental sex with him so he can discover if it interests him. He is worried he might be gay because his brother is. Elliot was still down with strep throat, and he will be till early next week. I hope Ray doesn't punk out.
After a regular, nothing special, school day, I'm at the newspaper office where Connor offered me this joke for the Eagle's humor section: A salesman checks into a futuristic hotel in Tokyo, Japan. Down from his room was a bank of vending machines. One stated haircut twenty dollars... he thought, what the fuck, give it a try. He sticks his head in the opening and hears a whirling sound and a breeze. In thirty seconds, he has a fine haircut. Another machine read manicures ten dollars, and the guy says, why not? He sticks his hand in the opening, and thirty seconds later, he has a perfect manicure. This is great, he thinks. He'll look good for the business meeting tomorrow. He gets dinner from another machine and goes to his room, intrigued about the vending machine that stated, a service that men often need when away from their wives... two dollars. He eats a great meal and can't resist trying the other machine. He's horny as hell and could use a jerk-off or blow-job, so he looks up and down the hall; seeing no one, he whips out his cock and puts it in the slot. The whirling sound begins, and after fifteen seconds, the man lets out a blood-curdling scream and pulls his cock out to see a button sewn neatly on the end of it.
Ouch! We laugh until I mumble, "Hmmm, that might offend the two Japanese students at Framingham High, so it's best not to include that joke in this month's paper. Connors like, "You're hard to please, Dylan, but if you need a button sewn to the head of your cock, I'd like to offer to do it for you," and he was gone. He's tall, cute, and hot.
Today only needs to be a short time with the newspaper because I'd done so much with it on Tuesday. And here comers Ray, who is the last reporter this afternoon. I'm apprehensive about hearing the good news from him about sex. I couldn't get a clue from the expression on his face when he walked into that tiny office and sat down without looking at me. Avoiding eye contact is a move his brother would make routinely, but not Ray, so this didn't bode well.
Ray seems to get better looking and hunkier every time I see him; there is something super-hot about him that I just can't put my finger on. Oh, hell, I know I'm gonna be disappointed when he turns down my offered help with his gay sex dilemma, and I've told myself it's my own fucking fault. He was ready to try sex on Tuesday, but I put him off. Back then, he asked me if anyone was at my house; he wanted us to go at it that afternoon!
I smile and say, "Sup, Ray? Dude, you're looking good today. I like that T-shirt you're wearing."
He scratched his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Dylan, you're probably not gonna..."
To be continued... donnymumford@outlook.com
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