As I have said on many occasions I’m a cocksucker and addicted to sucking cock and swallowing cum. Last week I had a wonderful cum filled weekend that I would like to share with all my fellow cocksucking cum addicts. I had a couple of comp days coming from work so I decided to take a three day weekend. After sleeping in Friday morning and making myself a nice bacon, eggs over easy, the yokes still runny, buttery light toast and chockolet milk breakfast, I settled in to catch up on my reading, a good Louis L'Amour western. 

Unfortunately, not two-minutes into my endeavor my mind started creating all kinds of glorious images of me sucking dick and swallowing cum. I fought the desire for all of five minutes but lost out and had to hop on the computer and jack-off to some steamy man sex porn. 

Satisfied for the moment I went back to read only to be interrupted some twenty minutes later by my neighbor Marvin, who came over to borrow my hedge clippers. 

He and I headed out to the backyard to my tool shed and what was supposed to be a simple retrieval job turned out to be ten minutes of steamy cock sucking followed by Marvin giving me a warm load of cum. 

Realizing that I wasn’t going to get much reading done I decided to get a little shopping done so I headed to the nearby Safeway grocery store, where as luck would have it, I ran into my friend Jimmy. 

Jimmy was headed on break and somehow he and I ended up in the storeroom where, yes you guessed it, I got down on my knees and sucked his hot cock until he filled my mouth with his warm salty man liquid. 

Finishing my shopping I headed home and after putting away my weekly supply of groceries I ended up back on the computer hunting for more hot man porn to jack-off to. 

But I didn’t get too deep into my search before Marvin showed up again, this time to return my hedge clippers. 

I took the clippers and I also took him into my living room and sat him down on the couch where I spent the next thirty minutes working his dick deep down my throat and sucking him off not once, but twice. 

I guess Marvin didn't have a problem with me sucking his dick again because by the time I got down on my knees he was already pulling down his sweat pants. As he pulled them down, Marvin’s hard cock, hooked in the elastic waist band of his underwear. It got bent down with his underwear until all at once it just springs up and out of them, almost hitting me in the face. 

I thought that he might have trouble getting hard since I’d already blown him once today, but after I sucked on him for a couple of minutes, his dick was also very, very hard. As it grew, like always his dick got fat and damn despite the salty sweat from working in his yard, his dick tasted good.

I had mixed emotion, as I knelt there slurping and sucking and bobbing my mouth up and down on his dick. On one hand I wanted to prolong my sucking as long as possible, and on the other, I couldn’t wait to taste his cum. The decision was soon taken out of my hands. With a moan, Marvin let go and his balls erupted like a volcano. His scalding hot cum came spewing out of his dick, and cascaded over my tongue and down my throat. It felt like he dumped a cup full of hot cum down my throat.      

Not wanting Marvin to stain his sweat pants and because I’m addicted to cum I started cleaning him off with my mouth and tongue before I let him put his dick back in his pants. As I was cleaning him off, I realized that Marvin’s dick was still hard and went back to sucking. 

I could tell by the way that he wiggled his hips that Marvin didn’t mind if I kept sucking. It wasn’t long until I was rewarded with another mouth full of delicious hot cum.  Surprisingly enough, his third load of hot cum was as big as the first two.  

Tired and exhausted, Marvin allowed me to continue to nurse on his flaccid cock while I stroked my cock and eventually shot-off, spewing my load onto his dick and balls. Then I spent a good five-minutes licking up my warm delicious cum.

While Marvin rested I hopped into the shower. He was gone when I returned naked to the living room.

Dressing, I headed over to my local watering hole, where over the course of several hours, I blew Hank, Tim, Norman, and Steve the bartender. And yes I might add gladly swallowed all four loads. 

Hank, whose dick I’d sucked several times was standing at the urinal just finishing pissing as I walked in. Catching me looking, he laughingly shook off those last three pesky drops of piss and without bother to put his dick away, took me by the arm and walked me into a stall. The next thing I know I’m on my knees and he’s holding his dick up to my lips.

Hank’s dick was soft when I took his dick in my mouth. And then I slowly and softly suck it in and out with just the pressure of my lips around the shaft. Once I've sucked it rock hard, I start to slowly rhythmically take more and more into my mouth.

I was eagerly moving my mouth up and down his shaft when Hank said, "Get my balls now." Wanting more access to full fill his request, I expertly undid and pulled down Hank’s trousers, exposing his full, heavy balls. 

After first licking his hairy balls, I sucked first one then the other of his balls into my mouth, gently rolling them around with my tongue. I giggled because being on my knees in the stall in the men’s room felt so natural and yet so forbidden at the same time. 

Grunting, Hank started to move his hips against my face, letting his dick trail between my lips with my tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft. With every movement, he praised me, telling me how good I was, how great my mouth felt with his dick in it. 

Drunk from the tremendous pleasure I was feeling as much as from the alcohol, I began kissing and nipping at his shaft, running my tongue across the veins on the underside. Hank’s dick was hard and throbbing, jumping and bouncing against my lips as I slowly slid him to the back of my throat.

Reveling in his readily apparent enjoyment, I slowly went from the tip to base over and over while delicately pulling down on his balls. 

In his excitement, Hank slapped my hand away from his dick, grabbed the back of my head and almost violently shoved his dick down my throat until my eyes watered and my face turned red. My nose was pressed into his kinky pubic hair and his balls were flopping against my chin. 

Grunting, Hank tensed up and held himself rigid until he erupted and it felt like a dam had busted. I almost chocked when what felt like a quart of cum pulsed into my grateful mouth. 

Hank went totally silent, surprised at the amount of cum he’d poured into my mouth, as I continued sucking and swallowing his cum. I eagerly sucked every last drop of cum out of him and then cleaned his dick with my tongue.

Next was Tim, whom I didn’t know at the time. It was a couple of hours later and he was just one of five or six of us sitting around a table in a dark corner drinking beer. Then on a dare I slid under the table and unbuckle his belt and as I unbutton and unzip his Levis, I heard Tim laugh, “Oh shit, he’s going to do it.” When I started to pull down his Levis and his jockey shorts, he raised his ass off the chair to help me. .

To tease him, at first I nurse the tip, probing and prying at his pee-slit with the tip of my tongue.  Hungrily I lapped at the head and run my tongue in circles around the base exploring.  Then I slowly swallowed it down, taking only a half inch at a time. I was going little by little just so I could enjoy and savor every last inch of his hard dick. 

Tim moaned as I slowly took the whole thing deep in my throat and at the same time stuck my tongue out underneath, reaching out to massage his balls with the tip of my tongue.

The other guys laughed at the expression on Tim’s face as I allowed my throat muscles to clamp on tight with a hungry milking action. Then I backed his dick out slowly while next I move my mouth's focus to the back side of his wrinkled nut sack. 

Unknown to me, Steve the bartend looked up and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I was under the table sucking another customer's dick. There I was on my knees, happily gobbling his hard dick. Steve had looked up because even with the noise of the bar, he could hear me moaning softly and making wet slurping sounds as my mouth pumped up and down on his dick. 

What he could see was my hands dancing sensuously up Tim’s bare thighs until my hands cradled his balls. I wasn't just sucking his dick; I was making a serious production of it.  I was making these sexy little murmurs, like a kid does when eating ice cream. As I stared up at Tim’s face, I chewed the head of his dick with my lips. 

Goddamn thought Steve, he’d only seen blowjobs like this in really good porno.

Not realizing that I had an audience…a very appreciative audience…I took Tim’s balls into my hungry mouth one by one.  And then both at once, locking them in and running my tongue softly around them…warming them up, coaxing more cum to collect, and caressing them with gentle strokes of my tongue

Then my lips were back around the head again. This time allowing Tim to set the pumping pace, even slamming into the back of my throat deep when he went deep. Soon Tim’s ever fattening pulsing dick blasted off…sending him into an extended state of rapture as still pumping he gushed his hot load….whoosh…whoosh…whoosh into my mouth and down my throat.

Norman I did in the alley behind the dumpster when I went out for a smoke. I was leaning against the wall next to the back door smoking a cigarette when Norman came out. When we made eye contact, Norman reached over and casually grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head. Then pulling me with him, he walked on down the alley and behind the dumpster. Once we couldn’t be seen from the street Norman took the cigarette from between my lips with one hand and placed the other on my shoulder and gently pushed me to my knees.

As I reached out and grazed my fingernail across the growing bulge in his pants, Norman blew out a column of smoke from my cigarette. 

Smiling down at me, Norman pushed his jacket out of the way, as I slowly undid his belt. Then I gently undid his pants and slid his zipper slowly down. Reaching inside his boxers, I wrapped my fingers around Norman’s quickly growing dick. Pulling him free of his boxers and pants, I ran my finger over the tip of his head and then down the side. Norman groaned quietly, his cock pulsing in my fingers.

As I did with the guys earlier, I took Norman’s engorged dick between my lips and started franticly bobbing my mouth up and down his shaft hard shaft with passionate urgency. 

Finally, Norman let out a grunt and started to cum. As he filled my mouth with his cum, I swallowed hungrily, but I couldn’t keep up with him and some of it ran out and over my lips. Laughing Norman took a strong grip of my hair. Before I could catch my breath I felt the warm ‘splat’ of his cum on my face. The next instant I opened my mouth and reached out with my tongue to grab the load of his cum that was slowly flowing down from my cheekbone toward my lips.

Just as I tasted the first drop of his hot, creamy cum the next load hit my lips and chin, dripping down onto my shirt. Then Norman jerked my head back exposing more of my face. The next load spattered my face and hair. 

As I came back inside and headed for the restroom Steve looked at the cum on my face and my dirty knees from where I’d been kneeling on the dirty blacktop in the alley. Shaking his head in wonder, Steve told me that when I finished, I was to go in the office that he wanted to talk to me about something.  

I never did find out what Steve wanted to talk about because when he came in the office, he didn’t say anything…he just sat down and took out his dick.  

For what seem like thirty minutes but in reality was about thirty seconds, I stared at its size and hardness. Then taking the initiative, I started licking the head of his cock, sticking the tip of my hot little tongue in the piss-hole. 

“Mmmmmm,” I murmured, “You’ve got a big one, with nice thick veins,” I added as I paused to run a finger down a pulsing vein.

Steve shuddered when I suddenly opened my mouth wide and swallowed half his rock hard dick. My mouth was so hot and wet that I knew to Steve it felt like a pussy. Knowing that he was on a break and didn’t have a lot of time, I started moving my head in a bobbing motion up and down, sliding farther down his shaft with each swallow. I felt his cockhead crashing into the back of my throat and Steve seemed to be as thrilled by it as much I was. 

Not being able to take this feeling much longer, I kept banging him harder and harder with my mouth. The thrill was too much for Steve to handle and almost from the start. I knew that he already felt an extraordinarily delicious tension in his balls. I could tell by his moans the he just couldn’t believe how good it felt. Knowing how good I am, I knew that poor Steve had never experienced such perfection in a blowjob before. 

Steve couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed my head and slammed into me.  I could feel the surge of his blood pumping through his veins. I sucked harder, working my jaw muscles as he pumped in and out of my mouth, controlling the action. I growled low, the hum vibrating around Steve’s shaft until his cum was shooting from his tightened balls and splashing against the back of my throat. 

He jerked again, a second time, then a third shot of cum sailed into my mouth and I drank it up with a drawn out, "Mmm."

When Steve eased up, my breath surrounded him as I tightened my lips as I backed off and slide down its still firm length, making sure I left his dick clean. 

"Fuck…" Steve muttered as he gazed down at my cum-coated lips…his cum. He watched me slowly lick my lips as I rose.

Back in the bar as I sat on a stool Steve smiled as he served me a beer. “On the house,” he chuckled when I reached towards my pocket.

I smiled as I saw him walk a little bow legged down the bar to wait on another customer.

Around eleven or so when I was headed to my car I started talking to a guy in a white pick up that had just pulled into the parking lot. After commenting about the weather I casually, ask him, “Do you want your dick sucked?”  His name was Michael and yes he wanted his dick sucked but he didn’t want to go to my place to get it done. So I had to suck him off in the cab of his pickup. It was a little cramped but fun. 

Michael already had his dick out by the time I got in his truck. I’d just leaned over with my face in his lap when the police drove by.  But since they didn’t stop, I don’t think that they suspected or else didn’t care what we were doing.

His stiff dick was pointing at the roof as I slipped its big purple head passed between my lips, filling my mouth with his hard cock. My lips wrapped around the shaft, I heard Michael moan as I ran my tongue all around and all over his head. Then he spread his legs further apart so I that I’d have better access to his dick. Because I was so anxious to get his big, fine looking dick in my mouth, I wasn’t too upset that he wouldn’t let me lick his balls. As soon as the head of his dick passed between my lips, he grabbed the sides of my head and jammed his dick so far into my mouth that my nose was buried in his pubic hair. 

I thought that Michael was going to die when I took his cum in my mouth and swallowed it. When I finished sucking him off, Michael kept saying, “You swallowed my ‘cum’! You swallowed my ‘cum’!” over and over. It turns out that I was the first guy to suck him to completion. He couldn’t believe that a guy would let him cum in his mouth, much less swallow it.   

When I eventually got home a little after midnight, I was tired, worn-out, but very, very happy. 

Day two started off with me waking up shortly after nine with a raging erection. 

Normally I would just strip down and take care of business by hand, but today I went on line to see what I could come up with. I quickly hooked up with the owner of the local auto parts store. His wife was at work so Charles had me come over to his house in the ritzy section of town. He didn’t want his neighbors to see my car parked in front of his house so he had me park at a convenience store a couple of blocks away and walk to his house.

Right up front Charles told me that I could suck his dick, but that he wasn't going to suck mine. 

Even after I told him, “That’s OK,” I could tell by the way he acted that Charles didn’t think that I was really going to suck his dick. 

When Charles took off his pants, sat down on the couch and spread his legs apart it was as if he was daring me to suck his dick. 

After seeing him naked I could understand why he was unsure of himself. Charles was extremely hairy…probably the hairiest guy I’d ever seen, especially his crotch. He had a big thick curly jungle between his legs. And he had a stubby little un-cut dick with a big dark head and a big hairy pair of tight balls. 

If he'd known what a big cocksucking cum slut I was he wouldn't have been so worried. I'd suck anybody's dick as long as they were clean. 

In an effort to relieve Charles’s tension, even before I knelt down, I leaned over and kissed his big dick head.  As my lips touched his dick, Charles stammered, "I want you naked."  

He didn't take his eyes off me as I made a little production out of stripping and he seemed especially taken by my panties. I expected him to tell me too leave them on, but he didn’t. He just continued to stare as I wiggled them off my hips and slid them down and off my legs. Maybe it was because his was so short but as soon as it was exposed he stared at my seven inch dick.

Once I was naked Charles kept staring at my dick.  When I moved a little closer I thought for a minute that he was going to touch it. Instead he leaned back and placed both arms on the back of the couch. Knowing why I was there I knelt between his legs and took his little soft dick in my mouth. My face was buried in his big clump kinky pubic hair as I used my mouth to give him an erection. The hottest thing about sucking dick is feeling the shaft get bigger and harder in my mouth, although in Charles’s case it was more ‘harder’ than bigger. 

I don’t think that Charles had ever had a guy suck his dick before because he was obviously amazed that I’d taken it in my mouth and that I was actually sucking his dick. 

It wasn’t long until Charles started to move his hips and his balls got tense and then despite his minuscule size, his amazing, hot, creamy load of cum shot into my mouth. Sigh...what could be better. I love bringing a woman to climax with my tongue, but the end result isn't anywhere near as powerful and good tasting as a spurting dick.
 
If I’d thought that Charles was amazed that I actually put his dick in my mouth and sucked it…that was nothing compared to his amazement when I him cum in my mouth and then I swallowed his man size load of cum.

When I finished blowing him, Charles told me to, “Jack off for me.”

Charles was sitting on his couch so he had me sit on an ottoman so he could watch. His eyes were glued to my dick as I started stroking myself. He wouldn't touch my dick, but he got his face about two or three inches from my dick while I was jacking it off. His eyes glazed over as he watched my dick spew cum all over my entire belly.  

Once I’d finished jacking off, Charles couldn’t get me out of his house fast enough. I almost didn’t have my shirt back on before he was almost pushing me out the door and shutting it behind me. I had to button it standing on his front porch. 

I made a quick trip by the house for a shower and then was off to run some errands. 

Around twelve thirty I made a pit stop at a local coffee house for a caffeine fix in the form of a vanilla latte. While I was there I spotted my friend Jake, a muscled hunk, and professional fitness instructor sitting at a table alone. 

Grabbing my brew I sat down with Jake to chat and was told that he was killing time before heading to his next scheduled client visit. Realizing that I only had a few minutes before Jake had to go I unabashedly suggested that he and I take a quick trip to the restroom, because I could sure use some extra cream for my latte. 

Looking around the small café it was very obvious that we were the only customers in the place, except for two old ladies, which posed no problems for Jake and me in the men’s room. 

Sheepishly he agreed. Since me unlike women don’t normally go to the restroom together it caused some raised eye brows from the two old ladies table as they watched us head towards the men’s room together. Once in the door we headed straight to the handicap stall. 

Realizing that we didn’t have time for anything extra I immediately pulled down Jake’s sweats and proceeded to give him a combination handjob and blowjob right then and there. 

Jake had a beautiful dick and I can’t tell you how badly I just wanted to wrap my lips around it and let him shoot off into my mouth. But I showed some discipline and after only a few minutes of stroking and talking dirty, Jake shot a nice thick load into my half empty latte. 

I sucked him clean and gave him an open invitation to come visit me for some real fun and games. 

Jake gave me a pat on the butt and left me in the handicap stall with an erection. I figured that I only had one course of action. Considering that there were no hard cocks to suck my only other option was to jack-off right there in the stall. 

Settling back I leisurely stroked myself and when the time came I launched a load into my coffee adding it to the already seasoned drink. 

Hotter than hell I continue to stroke my cock, while enjoying every last drop of my specialty drink: vanilla latte, with my own special ingredients. It tasted fantastic and I thoroughly enjoyed the added flavor. 

For the remainder of the day I walked around the mall not doing anything worth mentioning. 

Around eight thirty p.m. I headed home to watch some TV and hit the rack at a reasonable hour. 

I was home about twenty minutes when I received a call from Jake who was quite clear when he said that he wanted to come over and fuck my ass. 

I said, “Sure,” and within thirty minutes I not only had his dick deep in my mouth, but was soon riding his dick deep into my ass until he couldn’t hold back any longer. Being that I have been fucked by him before I knew when he was going to cum. Sensing the moment was near I jumped off, ripped off his condom and crammed his dick deep into my mouth mere seconds before he filled me with warm delicious cum.

Instead of swallowing, as I would normally do, on this particular evening, I moved up and Jake and I enjoyed a hot cum kiss, while I jacked off on his flaccid cock. 

Spent and exhausted after cumming, I moved down to lick my cum off his flaccid dick before falling off into a deep slumber. We got up the next morning around seven and before he headed out the door I gave Jake a quick blowjob before he left. 

Well my friends that was day two. 

The third day of my special cock sucking and cum swallowing weekend began around nine a.m.  I had every intention of staying at home and catch up on some reading. 

I brewed a pot of coffee and as I sat down to drink it, everything started as I’d planned. However, mid cup I realized that I forgotten to turn in a much need prescription. 

Getting dressed I drove over to Wall-Greens pharmacy and turned in my prescription. After being told that it would be roughly 15-minutes or more before my prescription would be ready I did what most folks in this situation…I started walking around the store checking out all the stuff on the shelves. 

Walking up and down the aisles I stopped briefly to eyeball their collection of cologne when much to my surprise I heard a voice call out my name. Turning to see who it was I was shocked beyond words to see that it was Bob. We’d had a brief affair the previous year. He traveled on his job but anytime that he was in town, we’d meet and I’d suck his dick. And damn, I liked sucking Bob’s dick. The more I’d sucked him, the better I got. 

He’d seemed to have liked it when I’d bring him almost to an orgasm and then back him off. I would usually do that about two or three times before I’d let him cum. Sometimes Bob was too spent to even suck me off.    

A lot of the time, when he'd get back in town he’d meet me for one of my fantastic blowjob before he went home to his wife. We’d managed to meet about three or four times a month for about a year. Then his company got so much business that they kept Bob out of town for almost a year. 

During that time he was only able to get back into town on weekends when his wife was off work. I hated it because we couldn’t get together anymore. I was in love with Bob’s dick and would have been content to serve him and suck it for years. 

But his job put a stop to that.  

Bob, no different from other guys liked to talk while he was getting sucked off. And, like other guys he had a story about childhood dick sucking. 

As a child he spent most of his summers on his grandparent’s farm. Sending a kid to the country was a very common practice back in the days when fresh air and farm work was considered good for kids. One summer Bob and an older cousin both spent the summer there. The house was small so not only did he and his cousin share a room, but they also shared a bed. 

The first night Bob woke up and found his cousin jacking off. Bob feigned sleep, and watched him. By the second night, Bob was so mercerized by cum spurting out of his cousin’s dick, that he was watching him openly. 

He was so openly fascinated that his cousin let him touch his dick and even stroke it a time or two. 

I guess his cousin like the feel of someone else’s hand on his dick…because by the fourth night, not only did his cousin let him touch his dick but he let Bob completely jack him off. Bob loved using his hand to pump the hot gooey white cum out of his cousin’s dick so much that he could hardly wait for bedtime so that he could do it again. 

A couple of night later, his cousin told Bob that if he though jacking him off was fun that Bob should try putting his dick in his mouth. His cousin was right, when Bob put his mouth over his cousin’s cock, he did liked it. 

His cousin taught Bob how to move his mouth up and down his cock, and when his cousin's dick spewed hot cum into his mouth Bob loved that even more than jacking him off. After that his cousin’s dick stayed in Bob’s mouth as often as possible. 

Not only did Bob suck him every night when they went to bed but he sucked him off every chance he got the day. Bob sucked him off in the bathroom, in the bathtub, in the barn, the woods; in short he sucked him off virtually any place that he could get him alone. 

When summer was over Bob and his cousin went their separate ways, never to spend the summer together again.  

Bob played around with a couple of his school buddies but for all practical purposes his dick sucking days were over.  

Bob went to college, got marred, raised a family, and completely forgot about his youthful dick sucking. Forgot, that is until he reached his 40’s. Then for some reason his mind wondered fondly back to that carefree summer that he’d spent innocent sucking dick. As he remembered how much he’d enjoyed sucking his cousin’s dick, he wondered if sucking a dick would still be as much fun.  Out of curiosity, he visited a XXX-Video store and discovered that, not only was it still fun to suck another guy's dick, but that it was even more fun to have another guy suck his cock. 

Along about then was when we hooked on the inter-net and I started sucking his dick. We’d meet in Kennedale in a motel near the Adult Bookstores. Bob would get a room and park his car right by the door. I know what room to go to by where his car was parked.

As soon as the door was shut Bob would loose his robe a lay naked on the bed. I crawl between his legs and used my mouth for what it was evolved to do best...sucking another man dick. Getting him to that place where all the troubles in the world disappear and he can remember what the point of life really is. 

The longer I sucked the higher I got until I was locked man-to-man in that lust-driven bliss-state that every cocksucker knows and lived for. For both the cocksucker and the man getting serviced, it's the perfect mutual joy leading to an ultimate reward...streams of nourishing fresh cum jetting deep down my throat.

But as I said, Bob’s busy work schedule put an end to this.

After some brief chit-chat, Bob never the shy one; ask me matter-of-factly, “are you still puffing peters?” 

I replied, “as often as I can, and how about Bob?” 

“Whenever I can get away from my wife,” he laughed. 

I won’t bore you with the remaining details, but suffice it to say that arrangements were made for us to get together at my house for dinner, and well, you know. 

Bob arrived around five thirty p.m. and after exchanging pleasantries, Bob and I headed to the bedroom where we literally tore our cloths off trying to get each other’s dicks into our horny mouths. Ten minutes later Bob was in my bed with his legs wrapped around my neck while I gave his big, hairy balls a good licking. After rubbing his dick all over my face, I licked and kissed his cockhead as I eased down his foreskin. Bob loved my soft lips and warm, moist mouth. I’ll admit that Bob’s cock tasted just as I remember it tasting and I deep throated him with reckless abandon. By the time I slipped my mouth over his big dick he was more than ready to have his dick sucked. With a big grin, Bob ran his fingers through my hair and said, “Damn, you do still like to suck dicks, don’t you?”  

I couldn’t believe how much Bob enjoyed cumming in my mouth, especially when I swallow his big man size load of cum. 

After I finished him off, it was Bob’s turn to suck me off.  He’d get on top of me in the ‘69’ position, and while I held either balls in my mouth or sucked his dick, he’d suck me until I cummed in his mouth.
 
Day three was really hot.

The end…

 

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