Friend in Baseball - Chapter 4
Man, 24 hours can make a big difference!
The day after my first encounter with Nate, I found myself in a pretty deep existentialidentity crisis. I woke up clouded with confusion, fear, and a tinge of guilt about what had happened between us. My mind was spinning with questions about our encounter and what it reflected about me as a friend, a man, and a husband. Seeing my wife that morning only made it worse – I almost threw up.
But as the day progressed, the memory of Nate and the feelings he stirred in me quickly overcame any lingering doubts or misgivings. Our second encounter last night put the final nail in the coffin of my reservations, turning me into a fully committed advocate for male-male sex. It's hard to ponder the meaning of it all when you're sweaty, smelling like an animal, and experiencing the best sex of your life.
So, this morning was drastically different from the one before.
I awoke feeling great and raring to go – ready to seize the day, you could say. Accordingly, I sucked it up and prepared a scrumptious Sunday breakfast for my wife and I, sneaking in some flirting while doing so. She seemed to notice my good mood and complimented me. I merely smiled.
The game today was a day game, starting at noon. Though this meant skipping out on family obligations for a third consecutive day to watch yet another game, I knew that the excitement of the playoffs and Nate's wife being out of town on a girls' trip gave me an added get-out-of-jail-free card. I filled her in on the time difference, but I might not have mentioned that it was a game on the west coast, so it wouldn't start until 2pm.
To justify spending the afternoon with Nate, I threw myself into some of the tasks on the "honey-do" list. Not only was this necessary for going over to Nate's, but it also kept me occupied enough so I wouldn't drive myself crazy with the anticipation.
When the time came for me to make my way over, I let loose and dashed out the door. I was already so aroused that I would've broken the door down had it not been for Nate's incredible strength. Demonstrating his power, he remained firmly in place as I wrapped my arms around him for a bear hug. My face was inches from his neck, breathing in his aroma.
We locked eyes, both of us beaming with excitement and anticipation. Nate's intense grin practically burst forth from his eyes. We faced each other, sharing a moment of primal desire.
Our lips met, and I can't say I was ever prepared for the difference between kissing a guy and a girl. No romantic overtones here – his tongue was big and forceful, and it felt like it was shoving several inches down my throat. I had to defend myself, and it was as if we were engaged in a wrestling match or a game of one-on-one. That's how aggressive and rough this kissing was.
Taking advantage of the moment, I slid a hand down his shorts and found his cock – rock hard as a steel girder.
The image of that hairy dick filled my mind all day, from sweeping our patio to cutting down weeds to sawing through dead branches. The thought was unavoidable.
And now, it was in my grasp.
Anticipating that Nate might do the same, I dropped to my knees and swallowed my entire erection in one go.
One thing was for sure – seducing a man was definitely a whole lot... un Subtle. In fact, we hadn't even exchanged a greeting. [linkedtext]Guest's article[/text] I woke up and realized how much has changed from yesterday. Yesterday, I felt like I was in a strange place after meeting Nate. I was questioning my life and my relationships. This morning though, I was a different person.
After having our second encounter, I was completely committed and eager to explore the world of two men being together. All the guilt and confusion from the day before were gone. Just the thought of him made my body react in a way I've never felt before. I was buzzing with desire and anticipation.
In spite of this, I still had to face my family and act "normal". I even prepared a delicious Sunday breakfast for my wife - while teasing her and making her think I was in a great mood.
The game was in the afternoon, and since Nate's wife was out of town, I had the perfect excuse to spend the day with him. It's not like I was skipping out on the family for the third day in a row, as the time difference meant it would only start at 2pm. My mind was focused on getting there and experiencing what was to come.
I tried to complete some tasks around the house to stay energized and occupied, but all I could think about was Nate and what we would be doing later.
When I finally got to his place, the excitement was almost unbearable. I stumbled down the stairs, afraid I would trip or hurt myself. Before even making it to the TV room, I was already aroused. I ran into Nate and all sense left me. All I knew was that I needed him.
His beautiful face broke into a grin, as if reading my mind and sharing the same level of excitement. His lips met mine and it was electric. There was no "hello" or any of that. We were both lost in a moment of primal need. While my tongue was trying to cool things down, his was fiercely holding its ground. It was a wild battle of tongues.
I reached down his shorts and found his cock, hard as steel. It had been on my mind all day. I could feel the sweat, the power of his body. My dick was pulsating.
Nate seemed to be in the same state because without hesitation, he grabbed my cock and deepthroated me. I guess in that moment, we didn't bother with social formalities and just gave in to our urges.
In this man on man relationship, I learned that kissing is very different. It's not about romance, but about power. It's an all out battle between two strong men, trying to dominate and possess the other. It's scary, but exciting at the same time.
I'm not really sure how we managed to break the moment. Nate, with a triumphant look in his eye, stood up and prepared for our day of more fun to come.
There's no subtlety here. We weren't bothering with small talk, we just went on our way.
I'm always impressed by Nate's enthusiasm for oral sex. He approaches it with such passion, like he's on a mission to make me go wild! And trust me, he successes in that arena quite often; he's practically an expert at it by now. Since I'm quite vocal during sex, Nate was able to figure out what works for me.
To illustrate this point, when he went down on me, he did it with wild intensity. At first, he sucked my cock slowly, but then he shifted gears and began thrusting quickly, really hitting my prostate and causing intense feelings throughout my body. I couldn't help but let out a loud, "FUCK!" as I braced myself against him. He repeated this fast-paced rhythm a few times, pulling back to suck more on my shaft while still keeping up the rapid pace. Then, he slowly circled his tongue around the tip of my cock, teasing my piss slit and my cockhead. Man, that felt incredible!
I could go on and on about how much I loved the sensation of his mouth on me, but I also craved his cock.
So I pulled him up and slammed his back against the wall, then knelt to do the same to him. I sucked on his shaft with the same ferocity I'd used on him before. I didn't hold back at all; I just went for it. I pushed down as far as I could each time until I had to take a few breaths. After that, I went right back to it, giving it to him as hard and fast as possible. The sound of his growls grew louder and louder, and I knew he was close to cumming.
But men have their own kinks, and mine involves going for their balls. I don't understand why many women don't like them – they're absolutely delicious! His scent of masculinity filled my nose, and I took a deep breath of it, making my way towards his semi-exposed man bush. I took each ball at a time, sucking hard on them, tasting his body fluids, all with a hint of pain. Once he got used to this, I became unpredictable; first I would suck one, then the other. He always let out a "FUCK YES" when I did something he enjoyed.
Once more, my hunger for him drove me to get his cock back in my hands. Without a word, I turned him around to show me his naked ass. He's such a strong and sexy man. His asscheeks were toned, his body was covered in dark hair - he was the very definition of masculinity. Before I continued, he gripped my shoulder and leaned back against the wall. This allowed me more freedom of movement as I went down his backside.
I'm no stranger to face-eating, and he was no exception. I slammed my face between his asscheeks, burying my nose in his funky butt crack. Oh, his ass is like a fine wine that gets better as it ages; I love how musky his scent is. I rubbed my face all over his cheeks, bathing in his particular men's scent. This place is where all of his manliness is on display, which is why I unabashedly worshiped it.
Nate couldn't hold back any longer. Roaring loudly, he exclaimed, "Yes, oh my fucking god, yes!" as he held on to the wall.
So, as a horny, enraged sexual predator, I gave him everything he asked for.
I launched fully into his asshole, and did everything I could to drive him wild. To start, I rammed my tongue down as far as possible, sucking hard on it. Then, I gave him some deep-throated licks, which sent vibrations throughout his trench. But I was relentless, so I held my lips against his pucker and shook my head from side to side. Nate reached down to try and pull my face further in, and I was delighted by this unexpected sign of enjoyment. Finally, I grabbed the lube and applied it to his hole, lubing up my cock. I lined up my member and thrust it against his anus. As opposed to exploding from an excess of pre-cum leakage, I rammed his ass so hard that my cock basically kicked open his hole. Once inside, I pumped my hips furiously, like a demon trying to consume his essence for all eternity. And I could've stayed there all afternoon too.
We both shouted in delight. That first penetration felt amazing. My toes curled up as I drove my penis deep into Nate. I let him recuperate for a moment, then wrapped my arm around his belly to give myself leverage and rammed myself inside him forcefully. Nate bellowed out a cry that would have scared away a group of charging Zulus. I repositioned myself and pressed my body against his, thrusting my torso against the wall. I withdrew slightly and then plunged back in, filling him up completely. I repeated this motion constant, without any pause or hesitation. He couldn't even scream. I mercilessly hit him with a rapid-fire pace. My balls were slapping his butt with each jab.
I was on edge, desperate for release. Ever since this morning, my thoughts have been consumed by this moment. I didn't consider Nate's desires or needs. There was only one thing on my mind: blood rage and no regard for anything else. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM.
I could feel a huge explosion building in my balls, covered my head with it. My rhythm faltered, but I didn't lose any power while bounding. I raised my head and roared as my balls erupted, spraying my semen inside Nate.
Being drained to the point of collapse, I slid off him and fell onto the floor with a pool of sweat around me. As I struggled to breathe, I realised Nate had not yet ejaculated.
Oh no.
He picked me up, pulled me against the sofa's armrest, exposed my ass, coated his dick with lube and shoved himself inside me with no warning. I shouted, "You're so huge!"
He embraced me, kissing my sweaty back, his chest enveloping me. "I've been going crazy all day thinking about this, too," he muttered. "I need your ass."
"Fuck me hard! Make me feel it!"
He gradually gained depth, slapping my bare ass until the sound echoed. I whooped, "Slap my ass!" His hands fell on me again, harder and louder, leaving my ass so red it was painful.
Then Nate backed out and hit me with a single, violent thrust, making the couch jump. He stayed still there, rubbing his pubic hair against my butt and grinding his hips. I gasped, feeling his dick’s head tear through me as it pushed into my guts. I cried out, "You're so big!"
He pressed his body to mine, confessing in my ear. "God, I've been going crazy all day thinking about this too. I really want your ass."
"Fucking breed me, make me feel it" was my response.
My words were forgotten as he thrust back inside me, digging deep. I felt his cockhead rip into me. He paused, then slapped my butt and slammed into me.
Then he slowed down and massaged my hands onto the ground in a slow, smooth rhythm. The sensation overwhelmed me and intense heat enveloped me. He leaned against, kissing my neck and speaking, "I like your ass."
“Oh, you're so big,” was my reply.
The tension in my body grew, and my orgasm was approaching. I could hear him making animated gratitude noises. My doubts disappeared when he increased his speed. The light in my body flared and became very bright. I was making roars of pleasure harder with each stroke. My breaths were short and fast as I released. Then I felt his orgasm building with mine. We were grunting, and he slammed into me more intensely. Then he thrust, spurting his seed deep inside me. It sent me over the edge and hearing the splatter of his semen on the sofa.
I stared in awe as he preserved my climax. Hay, he seemed to have become even larger. He tightened his grip and bellowed as he released once more. My body ignited in shock. It seemed like the room was engulfed in a blur. Upon hearing his repeated thunder strokes, my body sang. I could not even understand the grunts I made; they were speaking my feelings of intense pleasure. The strong force of emotions crashed into another unexplainable explosion of sensation that made my body tremble. As he continued until achieving his final climax, I howled, unable to contain myself. His sperm mingled with my own spattered all over the sofa. I yelled, bending towards him ":You're too big!" This mantra was flowing with the sexual energy he achieved.
Awesome! Let's do this.
Damn, did he really hit it again? I could feel my body trembling as I lay there, legs still wrapped around the couch's armrest. My muscles were shaking, trying to process what had just taken place. Thankfully, I was in a position where I was mostly supported, allowing me to relax and go limp. Nate, though, stayed on top of me for a while, making gentle thrusts as he came down. After a few moments, he finally slid off, landing on the floor. I couldn't help but notice his hand on my butt, likely leaving a mark. Crazy!
Nate grinned as he said, "You know, I was so desperate to fuck you that I didn't even get a chance to eat you out." He paused. "You know... or was I just gonna wait until later?" He then stroked my butt cheek with his fingers. Holy cow, was he planning on...? I couldn't believe my ears as he leaned into me. His scratchy face was now pressing into my butt. What? Now? Was he planning on... eating me out? And before I could say anything, his mouth approached my well-fucked hole. I felt his tongue diving in, and what a wild feeling it was. I took in a sharp breath, willing my body to accept this.
Holy moly, I don't think I've ever experienced something this... messed up before. But there was a certain level of intimacy in this depraved act. The sensation of his tongue tickling my just-fucked hole was bewildering. My head spun as I drifted into a new level of orgasmic bliss.
When he finally pulled away, he grinned at me, exclaiming, "That was amazing!"
"Nate," I gasped out. "You're one twisted asshole."
"Exactly why I'm here," he laughed. "But first, I'm hungry. You hungry?"
"Fuck yeah!"
Then we sat on the couch, watching the game after cleaning up. It was absurd to me that we just went through this outrageous act, yet we were still here enjoying the game.
Men, huh?
As we both had large plates before us and poured ourselves some drinks, we leaned back onto the couch together. We cheered loud and hard for the kids as they ran around, playing their little game. Then, I stopped and thought about all this. I couldn't help but reflect on a particular memory I had.
"You know," I started. "I remember when I was a kid and a family-themed event at a baseball game. There was this big, furry mascot thing and I freaked out. I started bawling my eyes out. I think my dad still has a picture of me looking terrified. It's weird to think that my dad must have laughed his ass off for years."
Nate nearly choked on his food while laughing. "Wow. You have always been this way. A stubborn little shit!"
I joined in on the laugh, remembering that awkward moment from my childhood. And there I was, on the couch, naked and just coming down from the most wild, barbaric act of sex. I looked at Nate, his hands shoveling food into his mouth, his body covered in stubble. This wild, uninhibited dude was lying on the couch with me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something between us.
It was undoubtedly the sex, but more than that, there was this visceral, deep connection. Something that goes beyond those simple physical acts. It's the trust, the understanding, the vulnerability, the communication we shared during our intense fucking. He knew how to touch me in ways that drove me wild. And I knew how to please him just as much. Our relationship was about so much more than just sex.
Who'd have thought that something that seemed so depraved could actually lead to something so beautiful? #mindblown
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But once again, it wasn't just about the sex. As we finished eating, drank more, and relaxed on the couch, I couldn't help but think about something else. Nate gently rubbed the back of my neck, and I couldn't get the sensation of touch out of my head. Guys don't touch each other much, right? Nate was the most touchy of the lot, but even he only offered shoulder pats, playful punches, or the occasional bro hug. But here we were, both naked, tangled together on the couch. I had an arm over the back of the couch, resting comfortably on top of Nate's hairy arm. My legs were spread wide, with Nate's right leg casually draped over mine.
Touch. Warm. Inviting. Comforting.
What were guys missing out on by avoiding physical contact with each other? What treasures were we denying ourselves?
And what was it like to experience such intimacy with another guy? Free from self-consciousness. At that moment, looking at him, I felt a deep sense of connection. Gratitude. Longing. A desire to experience touch. Sharing. Connection.
Without overthinking, I reached out and played with Nate's hairy leg that was over me. I didn't say anything, just wanted to savor the sensation. I held his foot in my hands, massaging it deeply with my thumbs. Rolling the skin with my fingers. Feeling the sensation of him.
Nate looked curious, but in response to my quiet smile, he didn't question me. He didn't speak. Instead, I continued pressing my fingers on his leg, pulling, kneading, and pressing. Watching as a silly grin spread across his face. Enjoying the connection. Appreciating it. There was an... warmth. Between us. Surrounding me.
Within me.
It was... a soothing moment of interaction. Quiet. Simple. And I was feeling emotions I hadn't anticipated.
I hesitated, then carefully leaned in. I gave his foot a reassuring glance and, without saying a word, moved closer and licked his foot. Starting with a slow, sinful circle around his arch, then nuzzling my stubbled cheek against his smooth skin. Tasting his foot using my tongue.
Nate's reaction was... gratifying. I was worried it would tickle, but his face grew into a contented grimace, and he rolled his head back. His lips parted. "Damn, buddy," he murmured. I deepened my attention, tracing his foot with my tongue and my nose, starting a sexy line of licks from the bottom of his heel to the center of his foot. Then wrapping up with his toes.
I was shocked at how aroused I was.
Nate was just as turned on as I was, grunting in a blend of laughter and porn-star seduction. I began massaging each of his toes like they were his cock, sucking and exploiting them. Then moving my tongue along the length of his foot before returning to the next toe. Nate slowly writhed, humming in rhythm with my movements. He was as hard as a rock.
We were both equally aroused.
I was left with the certainty that I was in love with every part of the male physique.
I carried on for as long as possible, using my tongue to worship Nate's foot. Nate was completely into it, and moved his slick-with-spit foot to my crotch. Rubbing his toes against my hairy balls. Our eyes locked; he had an impish glint in his eyes. It was my turn to moan. With a leer, he shifted his body so he could press his foot against my throbbing erection, effectively performing a "footjob" on me, trying to use his toes to jerk me off. I grinned broadly, and clutched his foot firmly to use his toes to match my own movements. Skin on skin.
Nate was a bombshell at that point, the hottest man alive. A perfect blend of Guy Next Door and warrior. Sexual. Scruffy. Sexy. Cocky. Straight up sexy. I sat there, taking him in.
And then I had to... experience him. The game be damned.
I pushed his leg aside, stretching him out, and moved up to bury my face in his hairy groin. Fuck, he smelled good. Sexy. All the scents of his sweat, testicle smell, and leftover cum... with the faintest essence of my own butt scent, too? Fuck, it was potent, heady. The knowledge that the crowd was cheering in the background, as if they were cheering for me. It was a huge turn-on. [
I began to give his dick a blowjob. I did it slowly, taking in every inch. Licking and caressing the tip, tasting his pre-cum. I was captivated by the rhythm. It sent shivers down my spine. I concentrated on his reactions, listening to his moans and gasps. I increased my pace slightly, mimicking my actions. He was under my control, bobbing his hips in time with my touch.
The rhythm was mesmerizing. The slow movements were driving him insane. Back and forth, up and down, over and over. His eyes rolled back, uttering soft groans of pleasure. "Slooooooow-fast," I told myself, keeping the tempo steady.
I shifted my technique, tightly sucking his shaft, almost to the point of pain. It was addictive, the feeling of his dick being pulled while my tongue caressed it. The steady pace never changed. I went back and forth, rhythmically moving from the base to the tip. His hips started to grind against my face, mimicking my efforts. He was in a trance.
His deep moans urged me on. My mouth was insatiable, my hand fingering him from the base, toying with his balls. One hand worked at his cock's base, while the other danced around his balls faster than I could count.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he mumbled, obviously enjoying my oral skills.
I decided to take a break from sucking him. Instead, I straddled him, placing my face right in front of his. I kissed him passionately, matching my mouth movements to the slowness I'd been using for his dick. He caressed my face, hugging me closely. I showered him with kisses, vibrating my lips to his, letting our body collide in perfect synchronization. Slooooooow-fast. Our sweaty, tangled hair tickled our faces.
I went back to his dick, and it was now me sucking him. My feet spread to either side and I lifted slowly, lowering back down, my inner muscles milking his dick. I moved him deeper inside me, forcing firm control over his reactions. Again, I shook my ass hard back and forth. The angle shifted, hitting his balls with my ass and he gasped in pleasure.
He was deeply entrenched. His eyes were still closed, his face flush. Our sweaty bodies ground against each other.
The feeling was incendiary. It was different than anything I'd ever experienced with a woman. It was wild, unrestrained, and explosive. I let the feeling consume me, just as I was sure he was doing with me.
I began shifting my body up and down his shaft, my ass contracting tightly against his. The sensation ripped through my body. My body spasmed, matching the spasms in his. This was it.
I brutally yanked off my mouth, throwing myself on his lap, giving him an innocent look. We kissed hard with desperation spreading into our eyes. Hunger was building. I couldn't hold it any longer.
We pulled back, and my tainted hole rested on top of his gigantic shaft. I sat up slowly, feeling the heat of his cock enter my anal cavity. I fell once more, impaling my manhood on his. Up and down, back and forth, meeting his every movement. It all felt so satisfying, that the pain and pleasure we shared were mingled into one.
"Ohhhhh God, Will!" I cried, prolonging my body's rocking as our skin squeezed tight against each other.
I fondled his cheek as I kissed him ferociously, leading into a back and forth rhythm. My curves ground against him, fishing for every bit of satisfaction I could find. I squeezed and tightened, desperately trying to feel him deep in me. With every thrust I was getting closer to fulfilling my needs.
I surrendered to the temptation, giving myself into the forceful rhythm of us igniting one another into even higher euphoria. Our bodies were locked in each other's embrace, grinding into one another constantly. The days-long buildup was finally boiling over, finally exhilarating me.
As he started touching me, our passionate sex felt in charge. The intensity of his fingers made me shiver. So firm and potent. Gripping me. Caressing relentlessly. His clammy hands slid across my back, searching for a spot to latch onto, but the sweat on my skin got in the way. We kissed aggresively, exchanging our passion without physically synchronizing. Queens studying each others' moves.
Nate's lips descended on my neck and he savagely licked off the sweat that had accumulated there. I arched my back slightly and he turned his attention to my vibrant, hairy nipples, quickly sucking them in. As his facial hair teased my skin, he wreaked havoc from side to side. I gasped loudly.
The same tempo continued: slow and fast. They seemed to move to their own rhythm.
The tempo was controlled, creating a scorching environment within me. Like pulling the trigger on a gun that ignited flames instantly. The muscles in my pelvis spasmed, feeling his rod constantly move within me. It sent hot jolts cascading through my area. My tears unable to quench the lustful fire. Sliding my hedonistic movements keenly, I traced the contours of his penis. Transforming it into what I believed created salvation.
My hands in his hair, cupping his skull as I nibbled on his neck. Lips against soft skin, like a gliding machine. Searching for a release that would never arrive. Loving and forbidden.
In a misguided attempt to escape, Nate slid his mouth toward my nipples, sucking down unabsorbed sweetness. I could hear the sandpaper of his stubble brush boldly across my hairy pectorals. I cried out crudely.
With each turn and the sweeping movement of his lips, my inner holocaust grew. Slowly I raised my bottom, only to forcefully sit back down. This movement amplified our lovemaking. The angry fire burning within us couldn't be held back forever. Slowly I rose, unleashing the white hot inferno my body embraced. It shook me to the core.
Incredible tension. It was exploding inside us, like an atomic bomb. Building within our beings. Climax couldn't arrive quickly enough.
TheCombustion of animal energy within me collided with the flares of energy he exuded. A sensation unlike anything I'd felt before.
A flood. My mind became engulfed. The town, the world had disappeared.
Replaced by the soon-to-be eruptive cauldron of raw, uninhibited male sexuality. The aura of Nate provided a beacon. His intoxicating scent, his powerful moans came through my nose. The trace of bourbon and the powerful taste of his collection made my nerve endings reel. His roughness being displayed through his stubble. The sound of everything swirled around me, I could feel the passion escalating. We were more than lovers. More than people simply screwing. It was a strong bond of masculinity.
My senses overflowed, almost bombarding me with his essence. As everything around me was present in my mind. The taste. The touch. The energy.
As the intensity surged, I gave up. If I had to be the one to control the rhythm, I was done. He welcomed the unraveling beast. Our coerced moans, ripped apart our well-organized dance. Sweat and cum began to envelop us.
"Nate! Nick!" We cried loudly, knowing the intensified passion beheld a stronger force to swallow the world.
Bewildered by the rapidity. The tempo and pulse and speed of our union broke through all blocks. Nate pierced through me with arms as strong as doomsday spells, firing every significance in my direction. Nick replied with wild swings of his hips.
SMASH SMACK SMACK SWING SLAM SHUMPPP
I closed my eyes and screamed "Nick" over and over again. Loud. Uncaring.
His arms wrapped around my torso like a force determined to pull me open like damage cannot be repaired. The short fuse exploded in my head. Bam! I felt my mind racing on an atomic mission. But it isn't over.
As I began to slowly release, everything dissipated. No more pain, it's just glow. Nick looked at me, drinking my pleasure like a prize caught in a race. Never to be forgotten.
I clutched tightly onto Nate as I fell, struggling to catch my breath. Burying my face against his neck, I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with his scent. It was comforting to find solace in his body odor, so faintly present behind his ear.
I was panting heavily.
In a hoarse whisper, Nate exclaimed passionately, "Oh my God, Will. Oh my God. Oh my God. You're so incredible. So incredible. I love... ...this. I love it. I love spending time with you."
My heart, already brimming with love... suddenly felt even larger.
I realized then that the moisture on my face wasn't just perspiration. It was tears.
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