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One of the hottest stories I've read on BZ. I love gay cigar porn. So little of it out there. Wish there was more.

I hope this story never ends 😈

Ouch. Sorry your experience that time was so painful.

I actually saw gay porn a good hot minute before I knew who I was. Working down in the French Quarter at the end of the night the girls would either want to go dance (OZ) or go somewhere to chill away from the straight guys trying to fuck them (Good Friends). It was there that I saw gay porn. It was a glNCE AND NOTHING FELT

You won’t believe me but I will tell you the story anyway. My first real gay relationship was with a Leather Daddy. He is the one that showed me my true calling and trained/taught me how to be a perfect bttm. He taught me that the only thing that mattered for men’s pleasure were my two holes and that thing between my legs was useless. He caged me for the 4 years we were together. to this day I do not get hard and the only way I can cum is when a man gives me a hands free orgasm. Even then it is just a little bit. For the most part I just have anal orgasms the make my whole body tremble & shakem and a feeling I just can’t explain but just describe it as pure bliss. It’s been about 3 years since my last hands free

I'm verse. I have some issues ejaculating much of the time due to medical stuff (trans history) but once hard staying hard isn't an issue. I am horny most of the time and when my dick is grabbing my attention I can't help but wonder what most guys I meet would feel like on it. I am not a very dominant top with most people I don't know well, so the adaptive strategies of many bottoms of being more agressive and mounting my cock quickly the moment I don't push them away or leading me away by the cock directly in their hole are fine with me so long as I am still in the mood to top. I tend to cum in the guy who has whatever it takes that night to make me cum. It's often not the guy I expect and since each guy has different energy, different good and bad things, and their holes all feel a little different on my dick I do end up trying most that I don't have some strong reason not to fuck for at least a minute or so. Occasionally I don't think I am going to get off in him but he's really fun or feels really especially good on my cock so I will fuck him specifically so he orgasms. Occasionally I cum unexpectedly when he does, otherwise I will move on at that point. Unless it's pretty vacant I almost always end up in double digits for holes my cock has been in, but I can only add my cum to one or two most night, even if there has been nights where I have fucked almost every bottom there. When I bottom I don't have much of an issue and get way more than my fair share of loads. Most guys will cum in me or they will pull out because they find it hard not to cum in me and usually will be back to breed me later. I have never been that competitive as a bottom. Admittedly, the most common response to being in me the first time is a shocked "Wow... you have an amazing ass/cunt." I enjoy thinking about all the holes a top has been in before mine. I don't delude myself that I can maintain any of the stuff I do one on one for saftey in a bathhouse and so I just enjoy it when a guy comes back with his dick prelubed with cum and lube from other bottoms asses and shoves in into to breed me. I tend to be a pretty agressive bottom. I have a trans history, I kept the extra hole because apparently I am enough of a slut my corner of the gay community was actually pissed about me having surgery back in the day (and even some of the bottoms thought I was dumb), so I often have one guy in each hole. The main reason I end up not taking a load is a top who can't play well with others. I am very happy as a group bottom and the top who is not amazing himself but runs off other tops is the worst. I love guys watching and waiting and having a cock in every available hole. I try to stay in places with the ability to watch me fuck that don't restrict whether I am an active (default) or passive bottom. The slings are for a top who wants to fuck me in one or the end of the night when usually a few guys are looking for me and having my very well bred holes on display will also get a few guys in me to breed from being ready and seeing that.

SSRI's (citalopram is one) definitely mess with your libido. Generally the drug reduces it, so it makes sense that cutting back on the drug would increase it.

This is humming along, I do appreciate the comments. I would often take my Leather Daddy to Sousa Hall which (way back in the day) had the infamous Chicken Hut Gay Bar across the street. In those days it was easy enough to find a 17 year old Marine who had a beer in front of him, so demanding an ID as a license to play was the move of a wise breeder or LeatherDaddy. - U-know, an ounce of prevention is worth a pounding of cure, and way less expensive than a trip to the DC Jail in Lorton. Both Daddy and the Black Leatherman, both members of DC Leather clubs would go to the weekend concerts at Sousa (DC) and Schlesinger Hall (in Va). The Black Leatherman was a USAF Korea War Vet and had his way with many Marines from the Annex. He had quite a following of lost lovesick puppies (and this was decades before the K9 Pup Kink Trends. Good Times! In awe I would listen and learn from these oracles of Leather Knowledge and cum away filled with knowledge, and other stuff - determined to do Daddy Proud. Speaking of Sousa, he will be making a cameo appearance shortly. Cheers and Semper Fi!

HIV throws the immune system off balance. As the virus comes under control and the immune system begins to recover, you can see fluctuation in lab numbers. In my own treatment, my early labs were kind of two steps forward, one step back. I'd have two reports with gains followed by a report with a decrease in CD4. Treatment is a long term process, and everyone responds differently to medication. There are lots of reasons why a lab may show a decrease on one report. It's the overall trend that is important.

Pete was an 18 year old high school senior. It was spring break. His parents were away. And Ray the old neighbor from two doors down was staying with them. When his home got flooded. And was waiting for the work to be completed. Pete with his dark hair swimmers build. Incredible handsome face. His girlfriend, Amy was away with her family. Ray being retired. Was almost always there. Ray would sneak into Pete’s bedroom and look at the young man sleeping. Lucky for Ray. His room was next door to Pete’s and Pete being a deep sleeper never noticed him. Still Pete felt uncomfortable around Ray. Being that Pete was on vacation. He was going to call off Saturday from work and head to a bar with his some of his friends. He couldn’t go in with his ID. After all, he was graduating in June and was underage. But he had a fake ID. He told Ray he would be spending the night at his friend’s house after work. Ray told him have fun. With Pete out of the house. Ray would use that time to read and relax. ”Home on a Saturday night alone.” Ray said to himself. After a couple of hours, Ray decided to head out for a drink or two. The bar he was going to was called “cow top.” A gay bar for older gay gentlemen. Who like to lust and try to and sometimes succeed in picking up younger guys and going home with them. Pete was there with his friend Brad. Neither of them thought anything about it mostly being men. There was a couple of women there too. Jay the bartender and owner ID the two young men. Had a couple of drinks. One of the women approached Pete and started flirting with him. Shelley was her name red short hair green eyes. And she brought Pete a drink. Brad decided to leave with Pete’s attention now on Shelley. Shelley was 32 years old. And was transgendered. They made out Pete never suspecting. Ray had shown up and saw them. He went over and saw that Pete was wasted and Shelley was leading him into the backroom to fuck him. “Shelley, he’s a minor.” “Underage drinking.” “Did you tell him that you’re transgendered?” “Or were you just going to surprise him and stick your dick into his virgin straight ass?” “I had no idea.” She said. “I have to get him home.” Ray said. So Ray and Shelley got him into Ray’s car. And both men drove home. “Are you going to tell my parents, Ray?” Pete asked. ”I would have to.” Actions have consequences.” Ray said. “Ok” Pete said with a defeated sigh. Once they were home. Ray got Pete into his bedroom he started to help Pete get undressed. ”I said earlier action have consequences.” “However, I have an idea and if you agree to it.” “I won’t tell your parents.” Ray said. ”I’ll do anything!” Pete said. “My parents will ground me until I go to college in the fall.” “Anything?” Ray said with an evil grin. ”Yes!” Pete said. Not paying attention that he was in his underwear and that Ray was stroking his knee. ”take off your underwear.” Ray ordered. “Im going to give you a blow job.” “Better than that girlfriend of yours does.” “How do you know about that?” Pete asked “There’s a hole in the wall over there and I have a pretty good view.” “So I suck you off.” “Or I’ll tell your parents.” Your dad who’s a judge and has taken drunk drivers off the road.” “Think of how that would look on your dad.” With no other choice. Pete removed his underwear and let this old pervert who made him uncomfortable suck his dick. Pete was still very drunk when Ray told him to lay on his back. Ray rimmed the young man’s ass. “You’re tight.” Ray said Pete moaned. He had a hard on. Thanks to Ray. Ray left and came back with lube and his phone. He first send out three text messages and took photos of the drunk naked teen. He lived up his dick and Pete’s ass. “Remember Pete.” “Actions have consequences.” “And this is your punishment.” Ray gently placed the tip of his dick inside Pete’s ass. He slowly put the rest of his 7 inch hard cock inside the straight teen. Who could only say “please” but couldn’t get the word “don’t” out of his drunk mouth. Ray had been dreaming of this since Pete turned eighteen. And now he was going to have him. Pete thought the overweight man would crush him. But didn’t. He tried to push Ray off of him. But being drunk he was too weak. Ray took his time with Pete. Thrusting his dick in and out of the young man’s now loose hole. “Fuck, you feel so fucking great”. Ray said. As Pete tried in vain to get the old man off. Ray turned Pete on his side. Ray stroked Pete’s still hard cock and the young man came within 10 minutes. Ray felt his cock pulsing getting ready to cum. He decided to cum inside of him. So Pete will always know. That the guy he knew didn’t like him was his first. “Here it cums!” Ray shouted. Shooting his load inside Pete’s ass. Pete was spend. Ray’s phone went off. He left. Pete took his finger took some of Ray’s cum. He was repulsed by it and Ray and yet he got fucked by him. Pete started to get up, got to the door but was surprised when he saw Ray with three other old men naked with hard cocks. “Please no.” Pete begged. ”Petey, remember all actions of consequences” said one of the three men who Pete recognized as the old janitor at his high school. “You were always teasing me about if you were gay, I wouldn’t be able to fuck you, because you were too young and fast to be caught by an old man like me.” “Well the tables have changed.” “And now you’re getting fucked by four old men.” with that Ray closed the bedroom door and all four men continued their assault on the helpless young man. Shooting loads deep inside his ass and mouth. The next morning Pete woke up with naked with Ray naked next to him and the Janitor on the floor. The other two men had left. Pete was going to call the police. But he knew he couldn’t. After all he had agreed to Ray’s terms and he didn’t want to tell anyone what had happened. “Where are you going?” Ray said. “Get back into bed and have your breakfast.” “It’s the most important meal of the day. And so it began. Pete was to be a submissive bottom to Ray and his friends. And not be able to do anything about it.

Nude sunbathing in the Ramble. Hidden in the trees of the Ramble and off the main paths are two outcroppings that are perfect for nude sunbathing. By chance I stumbled upon one during a lunch break. I wanted a quiet place to lie in the sun and get away from the bustle in the city. Both places are elevated about six feet above the surrounding terrain. To get to them you've got to squeeze through thick underbrush. There's room for about ten people in both places. One had a tiny grass 'lawn'. The other was solid rock. The first time I went everyone kept their swimsuits on. After a few visits I noticed more guys would strip naked. Sometimes everyone would be nude, often getting hard and showing off for each other. It always felt very cruisy. There wouldn't be much sex apart from getting hard or maybe a furtive jerkoff session. I suppose the thrill was being naked outside with other gay men in Manhattan in the middle of the day. There was always the concern of getting caught. Or having birdwatchers stumble upon our gatherings. It wasn't as relaxing as being on a nude beach like Black's Beach in San Diego or Haulover Park in FTL. But fuck! It sure was fun to get naked with a few of my lunchtime buds in Central Park.

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After the first few parts on page 1, you expect an interesting story. Then you don't find out whether he at least had the flu. I didn't read everything. Maybe you also reported that he was inseminated by 132 men in one day. Boring, boring, boring. Nothing new happens, just the same old thing. What a shame.

This is excellent. I can’t wait to see how it unfolds.

At the local bathhouse two really cute guys would come and play with others together and separately. They were partners who had met at a bathhouse so they knew and accepted each other’s needs. They were also both mainly bottoms so would come to the bathhouse to get their needs met. Interestingly, they didn’t have the same taste in tops. One tended to like older white guys. The other lusted after younger minorities. Either way, they never turned down cock. It was always a turn on to see them side by side, on a bed or in slings getting plowed by guy after guy. I once saw them sitting at a restaurant eating and talking. It was so obvious they were totally in love. Nice that they didn’t seem jealous or possessive when it came to sex—very healthy emotionally.

I relate to this. I want to be used for His pleasure. Because that means I get to smell his crotch. Lick his balls. Lick, kiss and suck on his penis. Smell and taste his asshole. Eat his cum. Unless he wants to cum in my hole. I love both. Verbally degrade me so that I can hear the truth about what I am spoken aloud. Not just in my head. It means that the reality of what I am and what I crave is seen and recognized by a horny Man. Who obviously takes pleasure in what I am! Finally! It's self-actualizing. It's when I exist. Unhidden. FREE! And I usually orgasm from it. And orgasms are sexual ecstasy. It actually gives me self-worth.

Thank you for the medical advise, but as i understand it by chatting with nullos, those who want to stay male would replace their natural testosterone with external sources. There are also men (such as the famous Mangina Man back in the days of xtube) that arrange for their bals impanted into their lower abdomen. I have also know nullos that went for a full on inversion surgery (which creates a artificial virgina) while still identifying as male. A fascinating one is Pup Kibbles who has transplanted his glans to just above his rerouted urethra so he can rub it like a clit while fucking/masturbating.

Tea Dance, John’s Interlude John didn’t have luck in the showers this morning, but he did see one of the guys that fucked him in the shower yesterday. He was limping back to his campsite. John called out from the doorway of the shower building. The guy looked up, smiled at John and said, “Getting some more dick?” John was embarrassed at the question until he saw the good-natured humor on the man’s face. John said, “Why? You lookin?” The man says he hurt his ankle and doesn’t think he’s up for it. John half seriously says, “I ride dick well too. You can just lie there.” Both men laugh. Instead, the man asks for John’s help getting to his campsite. After about 10 minutes of helping him along, the two men reach the campsite clearing and the man’s friends come over to help. As they arrive at the campsite, a portable CD player is trying it’s best to belt out some sad version of Cheryl Lynn’s “To Be Real.” John turns to his limping companion says, “This is so much better on a boombox,” and his limping friend says, “the record is better dumb bitch.” The men laugh. John is invited to brunch at the campfire as the other man’s friends take care of him. John, having changed clothes after his shower, is back into his “90s top attire” of cargo shorts and a white tank undershirt. He’s carrying a small gym bag with his outfit for the Mardi Gras themed day and the cum stained shorts he’d worn yesterday. The men at this campsite are a little older than John – late 30s. He is attracted to each of them in his own way but he can tell the men think he’s a top. The bottoms are attentive and the tops are standing back. No big deal since John just came about 30 minutes ago and had gotten fucked by Snake before that. These guys are nice. They are having mimosas and laughing a lot. The food, cooked on the fire, is also really tasty. John makes a point not to eat too much as he does plan on getting fucked again later. The 8 men here for the weekend are all friends. They are staying in a small campsite which they’ve made their own with 2-man tents arranged well, leaving a separate space for chairs and a folding table. Two couples, four singles. Turns out the two men who fucked John yesterday are one of the couples. They all live in the same city. Pretty universally, on seeing this attractive man who was kind enough to help their friend back to camp, the men decided they liked John. As John got to know the men over brunch he liked them too. During their 20s, they’d known each other at the bars for years by sight or sometimes hooking up, but it was while visiting friends in the hospital that they really bonded. John knows what they mean by hospital. He can be oblivious at times, but not this dense. He is a nurse. He knows they mean the AIDS ward in their city. He’d seen this happen among his own friends and in his time working at different hospitals. John tended to keep his distance from these friend groups. Mainly because they had serious things happening in their lives; but also because he liked when men fucked him bareback. In fact, in this moment, John can feel the shame for this weekend’s behavior rising in his chest. He can feel his neck getting warm. John has been fucked by at least 15 men this weekend so far and he wanted them all to cum inside him. John knows if these men knew the truth about him that they would shun or scold him. John is forgetting that at least two men in this group know that John takes it bareback. John’s face flushes and he finishes his mimosa, which is quickly refilled. In fact, if John wasn’t beating himself up he’d notice that at least one of these men is interested and is right now plying John with more mimosas in the hopes of having sex later. As the brunch and conversation continues, John sees his group of friends walking through the clearing toward the Tea Dance and a couple wave and say hi. Then the stockbroker asshole calls out, “Hey John, you fucking slut. Giving up your ass again?” Rugby calls stockbroker an asshole and the German wraps his arm around his neck and pulls him along. Conversation among the new group stops as this comment is lobed at the nice, thoughtful, helpful man they just met. One of the men says, “Are those guys your friends?” John says, “Yeah. We are up for the weekend.” Before they are out of ear shot, stockbroker calls back, “Use a condom this time.” All John’s friends groan and collectively urge him to knock it off. The guy with the hurt ankle says, “What a douchebag.” The other men agree. One man casually rubs John’s shoulders. One guy says, “Speaking of condoms. What did y’all think of the show last night in the field?” The couple who fucked John missed it because they were off having some fun of their own and they ask for details. The other men regale the couple with the sexy twink who got fucked bareback by at least 5 guys. There is a brief, good natured disagreement over 5, 6, 7, or 8 men. But there is no disagreement that the twink asked for it bareback and begged men to cum in his ass. Some of the men reference, two other groups where bareback sex also took place last night. John can see a flash of recognition on one men’s faces. The other couple says, “Well…..we were a little inspired last night. We fucked bareback for the first time since we met.” This prompts more discussion and other guys discussing condom usage. Pretty universally, these men who have shared history of losing lovers and friends have been careful about condom usage for years. A few men admit to having fucked guys or been fucked without condoms. The men who usually bottom say it was a slip up or that they were drunk; but they also admit how much better the fuck felt. The tops agree that fucking without condoms feels better, but they also don’t do it regularly. The couple who fucked John bareback in the showers yesterday don’t offer details but say they shared a bottom bareback this weekend. None of the men are condemning anyone’s behavior. The conversation feels mature, but also revelatory. Condom usage has felt like such a necessary rule over the past decade that it was almost [banned word] to do what they were all admitting they had done. One of the men, noticing John’s silence, casually asks if John, as a nurse, is offended by the conversation. The rest of the men turn toward him, suddenly aware that he hasn’t participated at all in this discussion. John sighs and says, “Bareback sex feels better. It just does. We all know why we need to use condoms, but I’ll admit that I don’t always use them either.” One of the guys, who assumes John is a top, says “For us tops it’s not as easy to contract the virus, but there is still a risk. But I’ll admit I fucked a guy bareback last night. That twink was inspirational. My bottom dude wanted it raw.” The guys all hear the music begin for the Tea Dance. They want to go dance and invite John to hang with them. John, now on his 5th or 6th drink agrees. He and a couple of the other guys switched to vodka. The guys clean up from brunch and begin to change for the dance. The couple who John fucked in the showers yesterday decide to skip the dance since one of them hurt his ankle. John sees the guys changing into things they brought for the Mardi Gras themed day – lots of purple, gold and green. A tiara and feather boa on one dude. Most guys shirtless or in open shirts. John doesn’t really want to hang out all day in his “top attire.” He feels like what he is wearing is now an ill-fitting disguise. John says he needs to go change and holds up his bag. The guy who has been plying John with drinks asks John if he wants to change in his tent. John and the man go to the tent. When the tent flap falls closed, they can still hear the group discussion outside as the men get ready for the dance. The man in the tent with John says “You are very sexy.” John assumed this guy, with his queeny attitude and high voice for a total bottom. The guy has a tight body and a really attractive face. John says, “You look really great too. I was sorry to hear about your boyfriend over brunch. That must’ve been a really difficult time.” The other man thanks him for his sympathy and says it was two years ago, but he still misses him. The man, not wanting the conversation to drift too far from sex, says “I was surprised that he got it because he was always the top in our relationship. I mean we were always safe, but it still surprises me when my tests keep coming back negative.” John, remembering they were together almost 10 years, says “Always safe?” with a wry smile. The other man acknowledges to the occasional “slip up” when they were drunk, but generally they went through a lot of condoms. John is torn between wanting to hear more about the sex and turned off by the condoms. John knows he should act the way this man does and use condoms, but he has always enjoyed when a man cums inside him. Talk of condom use really turns him off. As John’s self-critic starts in and John falls silent again, the other man not wanting to miss his moment says, “Let’s go get you into that sexy outfit.” John half smiles and takes off his shirt. The man asks, “Did you hook up last night after the twink’s performance?” John blushes and says, “I did.” The other man nods and watches John drop his cargo shorts. He takes a good look at John’s bare ass and says, “Did you bottom or top last night?” John is silently cursing the stockbroker for the “giving up you ass” comment. John hesitates. The other man feels John’s ass. He smiles at John and says, “Feels good.” John is naked and the other man entirely clothed. The man begins eating John’s ass. John got hard as soon as the tongue entered his hole. John bent over and spread his ass for the man. The man could tell John wasn’t a virgin to getting fucked. This ass had been used in the last day or so. But, it tastes so good. John’s ass lips give way easily to the invading tongue. John is moaning as this man he just met is eating his ass. John remembers that just yesterday he got fucked by one of his friends and gave up all pretense of being a top. He grunts as this man’s tongue invades deeper. He remembers telling his friend to “Cum where everyone else does. Cum in my ass.” The shame of that admission burns inside John. The man says, “Time to suck my cock muscle jock.” John turns around drops to his knees and engulfs the man’s average cock until his face is on the man’s pubes. He comes off and slides his lips back along the cock. He looks up at the man he just met this morning who says, “Feels good.” John wants to make this man feel good. He wants this man to want to fuck him. He wants this man to want him. The man is loving this blowjob. He is looking down at the muscle jock worship his cock. He is working for it. The man has given lots of men blowjobs like this over the years. Since the man is usually a bottom, he can tell that jock boy is desperate for cock. As John works the cock with his talented mouth, his hand slides from his own cock to his ass. He rubs a finger along his wet hole. He hears the man say, “Slide a finger in your hole. Work it for me. Show me how much you want to get fucked.” John slides a finger in his ass and then a second. He looks up at the man as he continues sucking his cock. The man says, “I can tell you like getting your hole worked over. I bet other men have fucked you this weekend. A hot muscle jock bottom like you. I bet you have lots of suitors. Men who have been stretching your hole. But I can tell from the way you are sucking my cock that you want more cock in your ass. Get my cock nice and wet for your hole.” John is a bit surprised that the queeny voiced man standing over him is speaking this way to him. It turns John on. He starts using more spit on the cock. He unbuttons the man’s shorts to get more access to the cock. They fall to the ground. John pulls the underwear down too and momentarily stops sucking the cock as they follow the shorts. He pushes his mouth back on the cock so it stretches his throat causing him to spit more on the cock. The man who is about to fuck John hasn’t fucked a trick bareback in years, not since that became so risky. And as a man who loved getting fucked, making tops use condoms has become almost second nature to him. But seeing that twink give his ass up bareback last night has him imagining feeling this jock hole on his bare cock. He pulls John off his cock and leans over John, maneuvering them so John is on his back and the man is between his legs. Instinctively, John spreads his legs to give the man room and more access to his ass. He exhales and reaches for the man to pull him closer. They kiss again and the man’s cock rubs John’s hole. He moans into the man’s mouth. John feels the man adjust his body and the man’s cock is now aimed directly on his hole. The wet cockhead slips against John’s wet hole and it pops inside. John kisses the man deeply as the cock slides halfway up his eager ass. First bare ass the man has been in for years and it feels amazing – so warm, so wet, so welcoming. The man pushes the rest of his cock into John and holds it there. Jock boy hasn’t even mentioned using a condom. The man thinks about it for a second as his bare cock is buried in this jock’s ass and he hesitates. He says, “I don’t have a condom on.” John says, “Oh” and kisses the man again. Confused by this response, the man thinks he should get a condom. As the man slides his cock back he groans at how good this ass feels without a condom. Again, he says, “I’m not wearing a condom.” John says, “Do you want to wear a condom?” The man, sliding back into John’s ass and starting to fuck him says, “This feels good.” John says, “Yeah it does.” He feels the man’s cock inside him and it really does feel nice. The man fucks John for a few more minutes and he says, “I can put on a condom if you want me to.” John says, “I don’t have any condoms.” The man keeps fucking John and says, “I’m going to cum in you soon.” John wanting this stranger's load, grabs the man's ass and says, “Cum inside me.” The man moans loudly and dumps his load in John’s unprotected ass. Ten minutes later, John is taking his bare cock again doggy style and the man is calling him a jock slut and tells John to beg for his load. John begs the man to cum inside him. There is no pretense now. Over the inviting beat of Anita Ward’s “Ring My Bell”, the men heard the muscle jock nurse beg their “total bottom friend” to cum in his ass. Five of them wondered if John would also take their loads. The other two men smiled at each other secure in the knowledge that John would take their loads again. Whatever happened, the men knew that “tonight was meant for me and you.” Most of them imagining John as the ‘you’.

If you try writing to someone who has blocked you, it will say you are blocked

That seems to be most common.

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