Never in my life did I suspect that I would grow up different. As a young man I felt normal. I walked with two legs and put on my clothes like everyone else did. I fed myself with one hand and a fork, just pretty well normal, if you asked me.

When I got into high school I realized that I physically looked like everyone else, except in the locker room. I hadn’t really thought I was different until I started going out for sports, dressing out and getting naked around other guys in the locker room. I did realize that I was sorta different, my cock was bigger than most of the other guys by about three inches, and a lot thicker.

I was different, not on the outside but on the inside I found myself staring at the other guys as they stood there with just their jockstraps on or with nothing at all. I was very aware of there baskets, so to speak. I also realized that my package was bigger than most everyone on the team. I was so friggen proud. My cock stood straight up like a lamppost when it got hard and It got hard every time I turned around, or I would notice one of the guys asses or cocks there in front of me. I couldn’t help it. It was like saying “sickum” to a starving dog. My cock jumped up and started looking around.

I wanted to touch the other guy’s cocks and rub them. Damn I was loosing my mind or something. This was not the way a guy was “supposed” to be. I was in a quandary, was I totally lost mentally or something, and where in the hell did all this come from? Time went on and I grew older. I just learned to enjoy my feelings and got into the jerking off thing. I had lots of “eye candy” in the locker rooms to choose from.

I was growing older and nothing was getting any better. I would hear the other school studs talking about a girls tits and their pussy’s, or nice looking asses. I thought I would love to see a guy fuck a chick. I wanted to see it but it was the cock I was interested in seeing not the girl’s parts.

My first time with another guy was with my older brother’s best friend, Daryl, remember, I told you about that. I remember thinking this is what I really wanted to do sexually and I couldn’t wait until I would find someone else to get with. I was getting a fixation for cock. I loved the taste of a guy’s jizz. God I was getting into the gay sex thing like crazy.

My father was a foreman for a construction company, a carpenter crew. He has been a foreman for that company for a long time. He had this one worker named Jeff that came home with him every so often to help him with some work around the house. Jeff had been coming around for several years and I was beginning to really notice him.

During the summer Jeff would take off his shirt and work naked from the waist up. God, he could have been a model for “GQ” or for that matter any man’s magazine. He always looked like he needed a shave, a really gorgeous two or three days growth, his dark underarm hair was black and thick, and his abs were like a sports figure…

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You know that point when a guy is finally set into the way he is going to look for a while? You know what I mean, body type, complexion, and all that jazz. Yeah well that was where I was in my life. My face had finally cleared up, and I had finally reached what I viewed as physical perfection. I was about 6’1”, had golden blonde hair that was shaggy and hung in front of my face just enough to hide my crystal blue eyes, I was very lean but well defined, six pack of abs, hard chiseled pecs, nice muscular arms and legs, and a perfect ass. I mean literally perfect, it was just the right combination of muscle and fat, just enough so that it was firm but still had the right amount of jiggle. Not being one to brag but I had the total package. And not to mention, I had a very nice cock. About 7” long and very wide. So yeah I believed I had achieved physical perfection. And it just so happened that my 18th birthday was about four weeks ago. So I was legal and beautiful. And to top it all off, I had finally figured out a way to get an A in everything. That’s right, I was not only beautiful, and a tad bit cocky, but I was now a straight A student.

I am now a junior and college and I have an impeccable academic record. But there was one class that was not going smoothly for me. So I decided to use my special trick, however I wasn’t sure if it would work simply because this was my first male professor. But I had to try didn’t I? So I decided I would try the next time I had his class.

I woke up the next day and went through my usual routine. Work out at 5, shower at 6, breakfast at 7:30, and then my first class of the day, which happened to be his. And if it worked, it would more than likely be my only class of the day. I walked into class and sat in the front row. He looked at me weird being that I was usually a back row participant but didn’t say anything. He went on with his lecture about microbiotics and how they can affect larger organisms that he had started last class and I actually started taking notes. He once again gave me a very weird look but continued with his lecture. However, he kept looking at me, as if he was studying me, and that is when I knew my method would work.

I waited around until most of the class had left and I then went to talk to him. Professor Holly was in his early 30s and this was his first year teaching at university. He was very fit for his age, although being that he always dressed very professionally, I didn’t know what his body looked like, without a 3 piece suit on. I am not gay, but I really wanted an A. I mean why screw up my academic record now?

“Hey Professor Holly I’m Jasper.” I introduced myself.

“Yes Mr. Higgins I know who you are. Is there something I can help you with?” He asked with his back to me.

“Yes actually I was wondering if there was some way I might be able to receive some kind of extra credit. I would be willing to do anything for it,” I said with a tone to…

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“Does it ever stop raining around here?” I wondered to myself. The three weeks I’ve lived in Washington, it hasn’t stopped raining yet. Maybe this is a bad sign, like when it rains before a wedding. Bad luck is the last thing I need now. I’ve been in the foster system since I was about eight – too old to be adopted and I misbehaved too much to ever find a foster family willing to put up with me for more then a month. So here I was, on my 18th birthday and getting moved again.

We pulled up to an old Victorian home, which served as a halfway house for orphaned teens who had reached the legal age. It was a typical place – bikes everywhere, messy yard. I couldn’t expect much from these people. We all went in – me and the social workers. We had a chat at the kitchen table. I wasn’t paying attention. It was the same old, same old.

“Don’t run away. Obey the rules. Make this easy on yourself.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard what sounded like thunder, but it was just about eight other young men. They all filtered into the kitchen, searching for food. By the look of some of them, they never stopped eating. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw one more coming down the stairs. He was tall and built like an athlete, hopefully a swimmer. It would have been a shame to cover his body up with some stupid uniform. He had longish, dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes to match; I was already mentally undressing him when he walked over to me and stuck his hand out.

“Hey, I’m James. We’re going to be sharing a room,” he said.

“I’m Erik,” I answered breathlessly. Jeez, I must be smitten, he only shook my hand and it took my breath away. He grabbed one of my bags and headed up the stairs. I snatched up everything else I had with me and followed. Our room was at the back of the house – small with angled ceilings and not a lot of furniture. There were two twin beds and one dresser was all that fit in the tiny space. But that was fine, this situation was only temporary.

“That’s my bed. That’s yours. I cleared out the drawers on the left side for your clothes. Meal times are 8am, noon and 6pm. The only chores we really have are keeping the rooms clean and doing our own laundry. So it’s a pretty sweet deal here,” he said.

“Thanks for the rundown.” I replied shyly. Damn, I needed to get over this shyness if I were to have any hope of getting any action before I left. His eyes lingered on me too long for him to be hetero, but he still hadn’t given me any solid proof he was gay, or at the very least, bi. I started to unpack my clothes and shoved them in the dresser, very aware his big brown eyes were following my every move.

“I like your hair,” he said suddenly. I didn’t need to look in the mirror to know he was just saying that to start up a conversation, because I looked like shit. My dirty blonde hair was all over the place and greasy from lack of showering over the past week. He was into me; he had to be. He was pretty handsome, but I knew I was…

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This was an experience that I experienced during my younger years. I was a young man, still virgin to any sort of sexual activity, except stroking off my own cock whenever the need arose.

I was eighteen, matured and yet not really fully understanding what was going on in my body and mind. I had been having rather different feelings inside, feelings that I didn’t understand. I would get around my buddies at school and laugh and cut up and brag about my sexual conquests with the girls. You know the regular teenage bullshit, but never fully understanding why. I had never really truthfully done any of those things myself. I didn’t have any of those feelings or desires. When I got in the locker room during sports practice or physical education classes, and saw all my buddies dressing out, bare ass naked, seeing their gorgeous asses in their jock straps and then being in the showers with them. I would get so sexually aroused. My desires were flaring up and doing crazy things inside me. Man I felt like I was hooked up backwards or something. I was starting to get really depressed and upset by this feeling that I wasn’t normal, but to me what was normal. I didn’t understand and I had no control over it.

After about six months of feeling frustrated about the fact that my sexual desires were leaning towards guys and not toward the girls, I finally decided that I would go to see the high school senior counselor, Mr. Harold Jamison. |

Now Mr. Jamison was a very well educated man, with a side degree in psychological counseling and he was a very good-looking young man of about twenty-six to thirty years old. He was so friggen handsome that I would have loved to gotten it on with him. I got to his office at the appointed time after school. Classes were over that day. Mr. Jamison just smiled a beautiful smile and said, “Come on in and have a seat here,”

“Thank you sir.”

“Just call me Harold,” he said.

Mr. Jamison was so darned nice, the more I talked to him the more turned on I was getting. When I started describing my sexual problem to him I noticed how much more he got interested in hearing about me and the personal things that were bothering me. He asked me if I had ever had sex with a guy or man before. I noticed he was asking me specifics about anal sex, oral sex, giving or receiving and just about everything there is to ask about man on man sex. It seemed like he knew what he was asking from experience or something, I said, “Not yet, but I want to soon, is that wrong?”

He said, “I personally don’t feel that there is really anything wrong with you, that’s just the way you are, Ken. Some men are just hooked up that way.”

I noticed he was leaning back with his hand down on his crotch and I noticed his cock was rather swollen under the material of his trousers, damn it looked so long and thick.

Mr. Jamison noticed me staring at his crotch and he started to gently massage it with his right hand, my cock was doing a handstand in my briefs and I was feeling the pre-cum leaking making a wet spot on my jeans material…

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Almost a sophomore in college, I had already become bored of school. Every week was the same: classes nine to four on Monday through Thursday; tedious lectures on Friday; and typical frat parties on weekends. At these parties I often got drunk, and occasionally ended up screwing some chick by midnight. I don’t mind girls, but I guess I’m just a lot more sexually attracted to guys. No one really knows about this, though. I’ve had sex a couple of times with guys from different towns, but this barely satisfied me. Some of the boys in my dorm were so unbelievably hot; I often had to jack off at least once a day in a bathroom stall.

One Friday, however, during a particularly long history lecture, I became hornier than ever. This was for two reasons: 1. I hadn’t had any kind of sex for two weeks (basically all the girls on campus just found out what STD’s were) and 2. The history lecturer, Mr. Amoretti, was damn hot. He was in his mid-thirties I would guess, and of Italian descent; having dark brown hair combed straight back, and tantalizing green eyes.

Fuck the American Revolution, I thought. Just do me!

I had my head down on the desk just like everyone else, but instead of staring into space, I was staring at something else – Mr. Amoretti’s crotch. I couldn’t make out any bulge but I fantasized that it was because he was wearing tight briefs; whenever he turned around I got a mouth-watering eyeful of his big, round, muscular butt cheeks. It made my jaw unhinge every time. My cock had become almost painfully hard in my jeans, and I could feel bits of precum dripping on my thigh. I stared relentlessly at him, trying to picture him naked. I hoped he was hairy – I loved hairy men, though I had never actually been with one. The other guys I had had sex with were the hunky, blonde, surfer-type dudes who were naturally less hairy, or shaved. But when it came to internet porn, my top two keywords were: “hairy“and “Italian”.

RING. RING. RING.

Class was over. By the time I got all of my things together (trying to give my raging erection time to soften) the entire class was nearly gone. Once I was sure there was no visible bulge in my jeans, I headed for the door to the lecture hall. I turned to get one last look at Mr. Amoretti’s muscular backside, but he had already left for his office.

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Around eight o’clock that night I got a call from my friend Kyle.

“Yo bro,” he slurred, probably drunk, “There’s a mad party down here at JC’s dude. You gotta come check it out!”

I wasn’t particularly in the mood to go to any party, and I didn’t think banging some girl would satisfy my erection as much as a nice whack off to some Men’s Health magazines. Yet, I hadn’t been out in while and I felt I could use a couple beers so I put on some tighter briefs and headed to the party.

Inside JC’s house, which was right off campus, music was blaring and there must have been at least a hundred people inside, sweating in the June heat. I drank a few cans of beer and said hey to some of my buddies. It was only 9:30 but everyone was pretty much wasted. The second time a girl grabbed my ass I…

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When my college housemate Jamie first suggested going on holiday to Tenerife together I jumped at the chance. “Really?” I said eagerly. “That’d be really cool, we can go and see that cave I was telling you about, you know, the one with the fossils…” I was amazed at the offer, and chuffed at the same time. I mean, Jamie and I weren’t even that close friends…

“Whoa, hang on a minute,” said Jamie, laughing. “It’s not just us two going, and I’m not sure it’s supposed to be that kind of holiday.”

He explained that one of his football club regulars had broken an ankle during a nasty tackle and was going to need to stay in England for treatment. That left a place free on the holiday, at a discounted cost of course and he had thought I might enjoy a break after studying so hard for our first year exams.

“Oh” I said, a bit put out that I was being added on to obviously make up the numbers, “well, I suppose I could make it, but there’s no way I’m playing footie all week…”

“You don’t have to,” said Jamie, rolling his eyes. “It’s not a team holiday, just a week away in the sun, bunch of mates, you can do what you like, go where you like, do whatever. I just thought you might enjoy it.”

“Alright” I said, a bit mollified. “Who else is going?”

Jamie reeled off four or five names, blokes I didn’t know, but whom he said were “a really good laugh.” I was still not sure. I mean, what would I have in common with a group of football playing meatheads, just out to get pissed every night and shag as many girls as they could get their greedy hands on. Jamie wasn’t really like that, at least not every weekend, but even he and I probably wouldn’t have automatically become friends if we hadn’t been thrown together by the university in the same student house. But he was pretty laid back and un-laddy for a sports mad historian, added to which he was seriously fit with a physique worthy of the drool that (I felt sure) must have been dribbling out of my mouth when I watched him trotting off to the gym or to play football in his favourite red satin shorts. The way they clung to his solid thighs and stretched to breaking point on his meaty bum was quite often my wank image of choice on a lonely night in bed. Not that he knew any of this, or at least I didn’t think he did. But I had caught him giving me a quizzical look from time to time, his beautiful green eyes narrowing, furrowing that spotless brow, and recently he’d taken to ruffling my dark hair on his way out, a gesture that both annoyed me (like he thought I was his kid brother!) and had me sprouting a stiffy under the kitchen table.

But anyway, I reasoned to myself, it was cheap, I had been working pretty solidly on my exams, and as Jamie said, I could do what I liked once we were there. So I said yes, and spent the next week alternating between dreaming of the trips I could take (unlike most of my friends I actually enjoyed my subject, geology, and was determined to do some exploring when we were away) and day-dreaming of Jamie’s bulge in his (very small) red Aussiebum swimming briefs that I had sometimes seen…

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Luck really didn’t come into it though many thought I was lucky. At 34 I still felt I was a good-looking catch. My interests in other guys were mainly in those my own age. I was a man’s man liking men who acted like men, men who acted like me really. When Nat started talking to me one night in the main gay bar in town, I paid him little heed. I was cruising a rather attractive David Beckham lookalike at the other side of the bar and was at the sly smiling stage where each time our eyes met we would smile at each other like we had a hidden secret. He was really attractive and just my type – hard to get!

Suddenly there was a hyperactive explosion of conversation at my right elbow and there was Nat. It was more of a continued conversation in which I had not been party to its initial stages. “They always do that to me; did you see that?”

“Uh,” I said, rather lamely. “Sorry I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“These bloody barmen, they treat me like I’m underage or completely invisible. I’m over 18,” he shouted to a passing bar queen! “I won’t report you for underage serving.”

“What are you trying to buy,” I asked?

“Just a bottle of beer,” he replied.

“A beer please,” I shouted to the returning bar queen!

“Coming up,” he said as he minced past, picked one up, flipped off the top and dumped it on the counter. “That’ll be £3.50,” he said, looking at me then down at the overpriced bottle on the counter.

I paid.

“Thanks, I’m Nat,” said the blonde thing in front of me. “It’s short for Nathan, not Nathaniel.”

“Right, I’m Rory and that’s short for Rory,” I said.

I really wanted peace to eye up my good-looking footballer hero lookalike and I looked up to reconfirm to him that I was still interested in a second half to our little game. My eyes met an extremely overweight and sweating forty-something who seemed to be keen on taking my now missing piece of eye candy’s place.

“Shit,” I said aloud!

“What is it,” said little Nat?

I explained that while he was flirting with me, the centre of my interest had left and 45 minutes of batting eyelids had been completely wasted.

“Sorry,” he said. “It’s his loss anyway ‘cos you’re a good looking hunk!”

I looked at this piece of candy floss that had just called me a “hunk” and took him in for the first time. Standing about 5 feet and 8 inches against my 6 feet and 1 inch, he was slim with shape, if you know what I mean. He wasn’t skinny and had some shape where it mattered. He had a round face, which looked almost cherubic, and real blonde hair with just enough brown streaked naturally through it to make it textured. His eyes were a piercing blue that looked almost like coloured contact lenses but weren’t. His chest hugging pink top should have looked really effeminate but wasn’t somehow, and his washed out jeans were fitting around his hips and just sitting low enough to show the pale blue band of a pair of Emporio Armani briefs peeking over his belt.

For those of you salivating over this image, he wasn’t me at all. Though he wasn’t camp, he should have been as his image said he was…

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I guess you could say that I went to a pretty exclusive school. The tuition to get in cost an arm and a leg but the only reason I could afford it was because I had good grades. I was never really a popular person; it wasn’t that I was ugly or even that I was anti-social it was just that I never had time for people because my education was all that mattered. Though I didn’t have many friends I did have few and some were popular and I had no clue why they even spoke to me. That’s were he comes in the picture. His name was Chad Brantley, he was a very regal person his parents were rich as were many of the parents in the school. He was one of the most popular people in school and was the star of the soccer team. The first time I saw him he was talking to my friend Lex. Lex you see was popular and the only reason we were friends was because we grew up together. In fact he was the first guy I got a boner from. We were studying together one day and he had been sucking on his pen. I imagined my engorged cock in his mouth and my prick had begun to rise. His lips were so hot just the right thickness and glossy from his tongue constantly licking his lips. He had a strong cheekbones and stubble had begun to form from puberty. What was a gay guy to do with such a hot friend? Shit my dick was rock hard and he could see it because he was sitting at the table in the library and I was standing next to him, the outline of my cock formed on my leg. I snapped out of my flashback triggered by Lex I had spotted him and stuck my head in my locker to avoid a woody.

“Hey Mitch come ‘ere dude I want you to meet someone.” He yelled across the hall.

I was at my locker minding my business trying really hard not to think of his cock and really I was thoroughly pissed off at him for trying to make me a people person. He knew I didn’t like that and I guess that’s why he did it to mess with me.

“This is Chad, Chad this Mitch”, he said playfully, aware of my anxiety.

“Hi Mitch I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around are you new here?” he asked smoothly.

“He’s not new but he’s always at the library with his nose in a book”, said Lex boldly.

“You have some nerve; you would do well to follow my example last time I checked you were the one who failed finals!” I said brashly.

“Yeah whatever nerd”, he replied.

“Yea what a great friend you are you ass!” I yelled.

I stamped off with my heart broken and ego bruised I honestly thought that he was a good friend but it only gave me more reason to be anti-social. After all who the hell was he to tell me that I was a nerd. He was kinda hot when he was mad though? I was thoroughly pissed off by the last period of the day. It was journalism. I was the reporter for school events and soon the soccer team would be facing our rivals. My teacher Mrs. Passer was busy getting all of our stories together because it was almost time…

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I woke up that morning like any other to the sound of an alarm. I opened my eyes just wide enough to get in some sunshine from the window. I closed them immediately not wanting to get up and go on through the day with my hangover stupor. I guessed I must have had a pretty good time last night if I couldn’t remember a thing. I don’t normally drink but because of a friend’s bachelor’s party, I had gotten a little more…tipsy than I should have. I couldn’t remember anything from last night.

As I was trying to figure out what I did, I noticed a smell. This scent wasn’t familiar to me and had an odor of sweat mixed with booze and cologne. I looked over to see what was causing this aroma and saw the most gorgeous boy I had ever laid my eyes upon. He was snuggled under the covers and from what I could see he was about 19 with jet black hair and a face more innocent and pure looking than the angels themselves. I didn’t really stop to think why he was there. I just kinda examined, well admired him a little longer before he began to stir.

“Good morning stud.”

His red juicy lips parted with his eyes still closed. I didn’t know how to respond to this and I just continued to stare. When he heard my response, or more rather lack of a response, he opened his eyes just slightly and smiled the whitest teeth possible at me. It was like he just continued to get hotter. He licked his lips before he spoke again.

“Mmm. What time is it?”

He stretched his body out on the bed and commenced to pull the covers off of his smooth, slender frame of pale skin. I looked over at the clock and told him it was 7am. He seemed indifferent to the news and continued to stretch the night out of him. He also didn’t seem hung-over at all but I couldn’t remember even meeting this guy let alone whether he drank at all. He finally made his way out of bed and I gasped when I released he didn’t have underwear on and his soft penis and low hanging balls were exposed. He looked down and once again seemed indifferent. His penis must have been 5 inches soft and his balls swung between his stone carved legs. His package was nestled in a small forest of pitch black pubic hair that jutted out. This was definitely a strange morning for me not ever being in this situation before. Should I ask him his name? Or would that offend him? Maybe start up small talk? No, it would probably get awkward.

“Where are the coffee filters?”

That question pushed me out of my day dreaming state and back into reality. I pointed to the cabinet above the coffee maker.

“Are you going to speak at all today?” He asked with a deceptive smirk on his face. I nodded.

He giggled. “Ok. Do you at least remember my name?” He said biting his lip. I tripped over words until I came up with syllables that magically formed into a name.

“Jack?”

“Jake. Close though. I’m honesty surprised that you can remember your own name with the way you were knocking back those drinks last night.”

“I know my name, do you?” I asked trying to flirt a little…

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From the first time I learned about boys and girls and how they were supposed to like and eventually fall in love, I knew that wasn’t my thing. I have always known that I was gay. It started when I was about 5 years old when I would wear women’s clothing and hasn’t stopped from there. I have always thought of myself as a woman in a man’s body. I started to learn that it wasn’t my penis that interested me but the penises of other guys that I was always looking at and wondering about. As I grew older and was about to turn 18 I started to figure it was time to try new things. I had already had a boyfriend and we would kiss but that was pretty much it. I was beginning to think on my 18th birthday that I wanted to go further with my next relationship than my previous one. I had met my current boyfriend Alex a month or two before I turned 18 and we were happy together. We had been French kissing and I had given him a blowjob before but that was it. But that was about to change.

It was February 18th the day after my birthday, it all started in school. If you talked to me or just looked at me you wouldn’t be able to tell that I am gay. We had been looking at each other all day in our classes together and it really got started in lunch. We were sitting next to each other eating our lunches. I leaned over to him and said in between bites of my tuna sandwich, “can we go somewhere private?”

“Sure” he said and we took our food and he followed me to the bathroom.

We locked the door put our food down and we started to kiss each other. After a minute or two of that I knew I wanted it to be time and I broke off the kiss. “What are you doing?” Alex asked. I went over to the sinks and dropped my pants and bent over the sink. “What are you doing?” he asked me again.

“I want you in me… I think it is time,” I said very eager to take his 8″ cock in me.

“We are in school. I want this to be perfect,” he said as my cock started to go down.

“Then when” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. So we both left the bathroom and forgot about what happened and went on with our days.

Later that week everything would change and I would get my wish. My parents went to New York City for the night and left me all by myself at my house. I called Alex who lived right down the street and he agreed to come over. He got to my house and we kissed at the door and went up to my room where we continued kissing. After a few minutes of that I unzipped his pants to expose all 8″ of his cock and took it in my mouth. It was 4 minutes of paradise as I sucked his dick. He put his hands on my head (which I love) and started to speed up. In about 30 seconds he came in my mouth, it tasted great.

“Can I have a taste?” he asked.

“Sorry I swallowed it already” I said. With that I took off my pants and went over to my…

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