Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2003 01:52:11 -0500
From: Josh <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brother Sandwich (t/t/t)

This is my second attempt at fiction, but based on a request I
received. It's a story someone wanted. I had fun with it. Hope you do too.

Brother Sandwich (t/t/t)

I always envied Patrick and Martin. They are two brothers who live close
by.  Patrick is 18 and Martin is 17. Despite the year's difference in age,
they both have the same medium height and slender build. They both are very
good looking, but what I have always envied is that they are brothers.

I have no brother. Martin and Patrick are such close brothers that they are
more like best friends. They always hang with each other. They sometimes
fight, but stick up for each other right away if anyone gives one of them
grief. They are always there for each other.

Patrick graduated this year. He and Martin both have jobs in the evening
this summer. So I sometimes go over about mid-morning, just to hang with
them.

Even though I'm only 16, I'm only an inch shorter, and I have more meat on
my chest and legs. In fact, my legs are one of my best features. They're
pretty much hairless with long muscles and no fat. Girls like them. I've
even noticed guys looking at my legs. I think they wish theirs were like
mine. Sometimes though, some guys look at my legs like they would like to
touch them. Even though I'm not gay, it pleases me. My name is Danilo.

A couple of weeks ago, I went over to Martin and Patrick's house earlier
than normal. Normally, I have to knock or ring the door bell because they
keep their door locked. But this day their mom was just heading out the
door and told me to go right on in. "I don't think they're even up yet,"
she said.

So I went in, and headed back to the room those guys share at the back of
the house. Their door was closed. As I got closer, I could hear Patrick
saying, "Oh yeah, suck it. Suck that cock," and then he groaned.

"Damn," I thought. "He's got a girl in there."

I tried to open the door quietly and peek in, but it was locked. As quietly
as I could, I crept back down the hall and ran out the front door and
around to the back. A hedge grows about a foot out from their back wall. I
crept between the hedge and the wall, keeping low until I got to their
window. The window was closed because of the A/C so I didn't have to worry
about being too quiet. I just wondered if I would be able to hear or see
anything.

With just one eye, I snuck a quick glance in at the corner of the
window. Their house was new and P & M had one of those really big windows
that covered almost the entire width of the room. The guys didn't worry
about curtains because their back yard was really secluded. And well, guys
are guys. Who cares? Right?

Inside the room, the headboards of each of their beds were against the left
wall, as I looked in the window. The beds extended about halfway into the
room. Patrick's bed was closest to the window, but still a half dozen feet
into the room. A door to the bathroom was on the backwall, to the
leftl. The door into the room from the hall was on the right. You need to
understand the layout of the room to understand what I saw.

I saw Patrick naked on his back on his bed, legs spread. Someone was naked
kneeling between his legs, and giving him head. "Naw," I thought, and
looked again, "It can't be."

But it was. His back was mainly to me, but it was definitely Martin's head
bobbing up and down Patrick's shaft. Pat had a nice cock, longer than
average and fairly thick. He was looking at the ceiling, his head thrasing
back and forth and his fingers in Martin's hair.

Except for one eye at the corner of their window, I stayed hidden and
watched. After a moment, Martin pulled off Patrick's shaft and began
licking down his cock and balls. He spent some time licking his balls, and
then that spot under them, where the root of Patricks cock is. Martin
licked, and then nuzzled the spot hard. Patrick obviously liked that. He
was squirming a lot and I could hear him, even through the closed window,
shouting, "Oh yeah, Oh hell yeah."

Next Martin pushed up Patrick's legs way up so that Pat's butt was pointing
high up. I couldn't believe it when Martin started licking in Patrick's
crack. I'd heard of rimming, but this was gross. But I couldn't turn away.

After licking a few minutes, Martin stood up and holding his cock with one
hand, his other hand on his butt, he put the tip of his cock to Patrick's
asshole. I gasped, partly because it was obvious what he was about to do to
his own brother, but more because Martin had a hell of a cock, at least an
inch and a half longer than Patrick's and just as thick. Mine was almost
that long, but not that thick.

Martin looked hard as a rock. My angle was just right; I could see the tip
of his cock poised at Patrick's butt hole. I could also see when Martin let
a big glob of saliva drop from his mouth onto the spot where his cock
waited at Pat's hole. He swabbed the saliva around with his cock
head. Then, he guided his cock on in.

Martin moved in slowly. The muscles in his lean back were all standing out
clearly. His fleshy butt looked really hot as it tightened when he pushed
in. I could see Patrick's body stiffen.

Martin removed his hand from his own cock as it slid in, and moved onto
Patrick's cock and balls. Martin began to move in and out, slowly at
first. Patrick began to relax and started to stroke his own cock. Soon, he
was moving to meet each of Martin's long, slow thrusts.

I had no idea watching one boy fuck another could be so hot, and I was
painfully aware of my on hard cock's struggle to find room in my crouched
position. I reached into my pants and moved my cock without taking my eyes
from Martin's back.

Martin's back muscles and his legs were working, but it was especially his
butt that held my gaze. It was beautiful in motion, clenching and relaxing
between thrusts. I always thought boy's butts were cool, and I like
slapping butts in sports just as much as anybody. Now I wanted one to rub
my cock on. I wanted Martin's butt.

Patrick's legs were still up high. Martin had a hand on each of Patrick's
calves, holding the legs up while Martin plowed Pat's butt hole. Patrick
was stroking his own cock faster. I could hear both of them through the
window, shouting encouragements at each other, "Fuck me with that big cock
of yours, bro."

"You're lovin it! I'm gonna fuck your insides out."

"Damn your cock feels hot."

"So does your butt. Good and tight today, bro."

Then the talking became moans and cries. Their pace quickened. Martin's
butt was becoming a blur. So was Patrick's hand on his own cock.

Suddenly I saw spunk flying from Pat's cock up and over his belly and
chest. He was crying out with delight. Martin quickly followed.

I saw Martin's whole body lock in an arch, his cock deep in his brother as
he thew his head back and yelled out, "Ooooooooooooh Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhit!!"
several times.

They slowed and stopped. I desperately needed to jerk off, but I wanted to
get out of their yard and home to do it. I didn't want them to find
me. Hell, I wasn't even sure how I felt, watching two boys fuck. I just
knew I was hotter than hell and needed to get my rocks off, now.

They came over later, and we hung for a while. I was sort of quiet, and
they kept asking if everything was OK. I told them I was fine, just
tired. (That was true. I jerked off twice when I got home; the first fast
and dry, the second slow and with lotion.)

Over the next couple of days, we continued to hang at each others houses,
but I could not get the image of the two of them out of my mind. Over and
over in my memory, Martin fucked Patrick. When I slept, I dreamt of
Martin's butt; I even came one night while dreaming I was rubbing my cock
in his crack.

Each time I went over to their house, I checked to see about sneaking
around to their window, but they were already up and outside, or in their
den. Finally, I decided to go earlier in the morning again. The next day, I
watched and as soon as their Mom left, I snuck around to P & M's window.

I was just as careful as before, but when I raised my eye to the window, I
pulled back quickly. Martin was lying on his stomach at the foot of
Patrick's bed, facing toward me. He was playing the Playstation2 on their
TV which was just out of sight to my right.

Damn. I was pretty sure he hadn't seen me, but that was close. Too close to
look again. I thought about just going on inside if P & M weren't messing
around anyway, but for some reason I didn't want to give up. I backed out
of the hedge and went around, coming at their window from the other
side. This time, when I peeked in, I could see almost the full length of
Martin's body. I could also see the TV. He was playing one of those
first-person-shooter games he really liked.

Martin was just in his boxers. In my imagination, I took them off and
admired his butt as he lay playing, moving his whole body at times as his
pushed the game buttons. I also got distracted a little by the game. About
the time I thought I better head on around front before Patrick showed up
in the backyard, he came into the room from the bathroom.

Pat was naked except for the towel he was using to buff-dry his hair. He
really had a cool body. He was slender, but every muscle showed; no body
fat. His pecs were square, the seam down his belly was clear, his abs were
a washboard. As he dried his hair, his loose cock and balls were
swinging. My cock really began to stir.

Martin never took his eyes from the game. As he finished drying his hair,
Patrick watched the screen a moment, but then his eyes traveled to Martin's
body as he made jerks and jumps pushing the buttons. Pat's eyes lingered on
Martin's butt.

Then Patrick dropped the towel and climbed naked onto the bed, kneeled
astride Martin, and sat down on Martin's butt. His hands began working
Martin's shoulders while he paid some attention to the game, some to
Martin. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but assumed it was about the
game.

Then Patrick backed down Martin a little as he pulled Martin's boxers down
over his butt. I could see Patrick's now hard cock resting in Martin's
crack as Pat massaged his brother's ass cheeks. I was definitely hard
now. I was squatting and my cock was well down my thigh and almost out my
shorts.

Patrick continued to massage Martin's butt. I was amazed that Martin just
kept playing his game. Even when Patrick kneeled up, reached under Martin
to pull his boxers down past his cock, and then pulled them completely off,
even then, Martin never paused the game.

Martin did however, spread his legs as Patrick crawled on his knees up
between them. I noticed Patrick had a tube of KY in his hands. He began
spreading lube in Martin's crack, and up onto his butt cheeks. He spread
lube down from Martin's ass hole and reached under to cup Martin's
balls. Martin lifted his hips to give his brother access, and Patrick
rubbed lube up onto Martin's cock and stroked it.

Then Patrick lubed his own cock. Then he put more lube in Martin's ass hole
and pushed it in with his fingers. Supporting his weight on his knees and
one hand, Patrick guided his cock head to Martin's butt with his other
hand. Pat's balls were hanging loose.

As his cock head. reached it's target, Patrick simply pushed on in. Martin
paused the game a moment, until Patrick was all the way in, and lay his
body down on Martin's. He kissed the back of Martin's neck and wrapped his
arms under him as he began to move his cock in and out of that beautiful
butt.

Come to think of it, Patrick had a great butt too. And the way he sort of
crunched into Martin each time, giving each thrust a little push and grind
at the end was mesmerizing. When Patrick moved one of his hands under
Martin down to grab Martin's cock, Martin finally paused the game.

I could begin to hear some of their moans and grunts as Martin fucked
Patrick's hand and Patrick fucked Martin. They timed it so every time
Patrick thrust in, Martin thrust back. Patrick was kissing and licking
Martin's back. Martin was thrashing his head. I could hear him, loudly
encouraging Patrick, "Oh yeah, bro. Fuck that butt. All the way in,
man. Push it all the way up my ass. Let me feel your balls slapping me."

Patrick was obliging. And I could hear him saying, "You've got the sweetest
ass, bro. So tight and hot inside but firm and cushy for my crotch. Oh,
yeah. Oh, yeah!"

Their pace began to quicken. Martin's hands were now clutching hard at the
bed spread. Patrick was pounding in and out while pressing his hairless
chest into his brother's muscled back. Patrick was kissing Martin's neck,
chewing on his shoulders.

Martin arched up and let out a yell and I knew he was cuming. Moments
later, Patrick pushed deep and held it, his butt spasming with his
orgasm. Then they both collapsed. They lay there a few moments and I could
not hear what they were saying. Then, while Patrick was still laying on
him, Martin stopped the game, and turned off the TV with the remote.

He laid there a minute, and then I saw Martin tense up. His eyes were on
the TV. I looked at the TV and saw his reflection there, staring at ME. I
ran.

I ran all the way home, and breathlessly sat on the couch in our living
room. I couldn't think. I didn't know what to do. Thoughts were flying
through my mind: I wasn't gay, but I was so hot watching those guys. And I
always wanted to be their friend. They were cool. And, I never had a
brother.

It was about an hour later they knocked at my door. I thought about hiding,
but finally let them in. "Hi," I said, and turned quickly, returning to my
place on the couch. I was so afraid of what they would say. They both
looked very serious.

Martin took a seat at the other end of the couch. Patrick sat in a chair on
my other side.

Patrick spoke first. "We just need to know dude if you're going to be
cool."

I didn't know what to say. I gave a little shrug.

"Look, man," said Martin. "You know we both love pussy just as much as you
do. We were just getting our rocks off. Brothers do that for each other."

"Yeah," said Patrick. "We've been messing around together since we were
like 11 and 12. It doesn't mean anything."

"You know what it's like to go for a while without pussy," said Martin, and
I wondered if he was making a nasty point because he knew I wasn't getting
much yet.

"Are you going to be our friend, Danilo? Are you going to be cool?" Patrick
asked.

I didn't know how to answer. My mind was all mixed up.

"Say something," insisted Martin.

I said the first thing that came to mind. "I wanted to," I croaked out.

"Huh?" Both brothers said at once.

I'd said it. I'd say it again. Taking a deep breath, I repeated myself,
stressing the word "I--I wanted to..."

"You wanted to what?" Martin asked and looked at Patrick. Then both of them
began smiling as they realized what I was trying to say.

Martin got up and moved in front of me. He took each of my hands in one of
his and pulled me to my feet. Then with a hand on each of my shoulders, he
looked into my eyes and asked, "You wanted to...to do what we were doing?"

I nodded. Martin smiled. His arms went around my ribs in a big hug. I felt
his body press to mine. He felt my hard cock, leaned back and smiled at me
and ground into my hardness.

Patrick's arms came around my waist from behind and I felt his body press
up against mine. Both boys now pressed into me. I could feel Patrick's hard
cock against my butt and his breath on the back of my neck. I could feel
Martin's hardening cock pressing back into mine. Patrick pulled me tight by
the waist and Martin pulled me tight, our chests and crotches pressed
together. Martin's lips found mine.

We kissed. Then deeply. His tongue pushed into my mouth. His kiss was bold
and passionate. It was a boy's kiss. Not soft like a girl's. And it was a
hungry boy's kiss. I kissed back just as passionately.

Patricks hands were now into the front of my shorts. He grabbed my cock and
my knees almost buckled. His grasp was firm and good. One boy knowing how
to hold another. His other hand went down to my balls. As he caressed them,
he ground his hard cock against my butt.

Martin's hands were finding their way down to my butt. My hands had already
found his; that butt I had dreamed about. I cupped a butt cheek in each
hand and squeezed and weighed and massaged them.

Patrick began lifting my shirt and Martin pulled back long enough for it to
come off. Then his body was back against mine and his mouth was hot against
my throat and neck. I felt the return of Patrick's body against me, but he
felt different. His chest was bare against my bare back. I reached behind
and found that he was naked. My hand wrapped around his cock.

It was the first time I'd held another boy's hard cock. It felt good. He
was uncut. I felt delicately around the top and skinned him back some. He
fucked into my hand a little.

Martin pulled away and began a little strip dance in front of me. Patrick's
hands were all over my bare chest and he was kissing my shoulders and the
nape of my neck as he pressed his body to me.

Martin's boxers came off with his shorts and his cock sprung up, pointing
right at me. I reached out and held it. He was uncut as well. As I stroked
Martin's cock, I enjoyed the feel of his hardness sliding under the outer
skin. My hand loved his cock. Martin continued dancing while I held him.

With my other hand, I caressed his scrotum, running the skin between my
fingers. My reaction was the same I'd heard from the first girl I fucked,
"It's so soft." I played with the weight of his balls in the sack and
stroked down between his legs.

Patrick lowered my shorts. He was careful to lift them past my cock. After
he pulled them down, he pressed his hard cock to my bare ass and grabbed my
cock once again. With my free hand, I reached back and grabbed his cock. I
had a hot man/boy cock in each hand and Pat was stroking me. It was too
much. I came in a rush, my legs buckling and my cum shooting across the
floor.

It was great. I came hard. But I was very disappointed. I didn't want it to
end so soon.

There was no need to worry. Martin smiled at me and said, "You're not
getting off that easy, Danilo." Then he dropped to his knees in front of
me.

He began running his hands lightly up the inside of my thighs. His face
pressed into my crotch. I felt his tongue reach under my balls and lick
between my legs. Then he nuzzled my balls with his face, and licked them.

Patrick had spit on his fingers and was rubbing my nipples while he kissed
behind my neck and ears. His hard cock continued to rub up and down my
crack.

I was getting hard again when I felt Martin's mouth slip over my cock
head. His tongue began to swirl over my crown and his lips pressed hard
around my shaft under it. He bobbed up and down a couple of times on my
cock, until it was good and hard. Then he squeezed my balls playfully and
stood up.

Martin began his dance in front of me again. His hips rotated
provocatively. His muscles were working visibly under the smooth, hairless
skin of his stomach, back, and butt. His leg muscles stood out as he
rotated to face away, and he backed into me. He began grinding his butt
into my hard cock. His hands reached back to my hips and pulled me
forward. He smiled back over his shoulder at me.

Then Martin stepped away. He grabbed a large throw pillow off the couch and
threw it onto the floor. Martin got down on the pillow like he was going to
fuck it. His ass was high and he continued to gyrate around, fucking into
the pillow, flashing at me.

"Fuck me," Danilo, he called back to me in a throaty voice.

I quickly knelt behind him.

"Condom," said Patrick who was now left standing behind me.

"Have you ever fucked with a guy before," Martin asked.

"No," I answered honestly.

"He doesn't need one," Martin said, "and you don't need to worry about us
Dano. The only boys we've fucked are each other. But do you have any
lotion?" This whole time, he was still moving his hips seductively.

"Kitchen," I answered and Patrick was gone in a flash. He quickly returned
with the lotion, but instead of handing it to me, he squeezed some onto his
hand and then lubed my cock. Next, he lubed Martin's moving butt, giving an
extra caress to his balls.

As he pulled back, I moved forward and placed my cock at his butt
hole. This was better than I had imagined. Martin wiggled his butt and I
pushed in the head of my cock in.

Martin moaned, almost sang as I pushed all the way in. He pushed his butt
back to meet me. The feeling was incredible as his tight butt ring slid
down my cock to grasp the base tightly. The length of my cock was in his
hot, moist butt. I could feel his colon.

I laid my body down on his and wrapped my arms under him as I had seen his
brother do earlier. I began to move in and out of his tight hole.

The feeling was exquisite. His hard, slender body moved under me. His firm
butt fit my crotch perfectly each time I pressed into him. My balls felt
good as they slapped his butt. My legs were between his and I liked the
feel as he squeezed me with them. I could smell the back of his neck and
hair. It was a rich smell.

Then I felt Patrick's hands rubbing my butt. He began smoothing lotion into
my crack. I wasn't too sure about getting fucked, but there was no way I
was letting go of Martin. Suddenly, there were knees inserting themselves
between my legs and three pairs of legs began to entwine. I felt Pat insert
a finger into my butt. It didn't feel bad. In fact, he kept hitting on
something in there that felt really good. "He must be hitting my
prostrate," I thought.

Then I felt him stick in a second finger, stretching my asshole
uncomfortably. Almost in one motion, his cockhead entered my butt as his
fingers withdrew. It was uncomfortable, but not bad.

"Relax," Pat encouraged me. He caressed and rubbed my back and butt as he
slowly inched farther in. I had quite moving in Martin, but he continued to
move under me, and I was staying very hard.

Pat was all the way in, and I felt his hands on my hips holding me to
him. He moved in and out a little. I began to move a little between them,
thrusting into Martin, and back onto Patrick's cock. We began to pick up
the pace.

I pulled forward too fast and Patrick popped out. I thought I would die,
but he was quickly back in. Then I pulled back too far and it took a moment
to get back into Martin. But finally, we got it right and a good rythm. I
moved only a little while Martin moved under me and Patrick plowed my
behind.

Whenever Martin pushed back at the same time Patrick pushed forward, all my
buttons were pushed and all I could do was gasp and moan, my arms wrapping
more tightly around Martin.

"Oh, Dano," Patrick moaned, "you're so tight and hot. And you've got a fine
butt."

Martin just moaned, and I kissed and nuzzled his neck. "This feels better
than I ever even thought it could," I panted between thrusts.

I felt my balls tightening. My cum was churning. Deep down, I felt it
rising. Holding Martin tightly in my arms, I thrust into faster and faster
into him. My strokes were deep. Pat would just have to hang on for the
ride. He did.

My cum rose thick in my cock and I pushed hard into Martin and held there
as I felt a heavy load pumping and pumping deep into Martin. Martin wiggled
under me and almost purred.

He and I quit moving, but not Patrick. He kept moving his cock in and out
of my ass that was becoming a little uncomfortable.

Martin wriggled out from under me, rolled onto his back, and then moved
back under me, saying, "Let me clean you up, Dano"

Soon, I felt him licking up my shaft, staying clear of the still sensitive
head, but thoroughly cleaning me. His hands were all over my balls and
inside my thighs. I forgot about my butt being uncomfortable at all.

In front of my face was Martin's beautiful, hard cock, flat against his
belly. I couldn't resist. I tentatively licked down the shaft. Martin
moaned into my cock. I licked again.

Then supporting my weight (and some of Patrick's) on my knees and one hand,
I took Martin's cock with my other and raised it to my lips. I licked the
crown just as Martin licked mine. We both jumped a little.

Martin licked my crown more. I licked his. He put his lips tightly around
my shaft. I did the same to him. He began to bob up and down my cock,
surprisingly taking the full length until I felt my balls on his nose. I
couldn't take him in that far. I kept one hand on the base of his shaft and
jacked what I couldn't take in. I did my best though.

At one point, Martin stopped me to give me pointers on not letting my teeth
do any of the work. He also tried telling me how to open my throat. I tried
but wasn't doing well. Then Patrick picked up the pace of my butt
fucking. It was beginning to feel really good again.

I hardly noticed that I was taking Martin's cock much deeper into my
throat. My hand was now at the bottom of his shaft and caressing his balls.

Patrick was really pounding my butt now. All my feelings seemed to be
concentrating there. Patrick let out a cry. His cock began to throb and I
felt his warm cum squirting hard into my butt. The feeling was strange, but
good, and I moaned.

I felt his body collapse onto mine. His arms went around my chest and he
kissed between my shoulder blades. He pulled out slowly.

I became aware again of Martin's mouth on my cock and I was aware that
Martin was now fucking into my mouth as much as I was bobbing on him. I
almost gagged a time or two. About the time I realized his balls had
tightened up, I felt him coming in my mouth and throat. I don't know why,
but I was surprised. The taste wasn't bad. I swallowed it, and then held
his cock in my mouth until it softened some.

I nuzzled his balls. They smelled really good. It was a clean, musty smell
that I will always remember as being the best balls I ever smelled. Martin
was still sucking my very hard dick, but pulled off and turned to face
Patrick who was now sitting beside us.

"Hey, Pat," Martin said in a teasing voice. "Poor ol Dano is still really
hard and needs to do something about it."

Patrick smiled and rolled onto his back, pulling his legs up to show me his
butt. He clenched his butt cheeks together a couple of times
invitingly. "Want to climb on board and ride another horsey, Danilo?" He
asked.

He didn't have to ask twice. I moved quickly to position my cock at his
upturned butt. Quickly, I applied lotion to both his butt and my
cock. Patrick held his legs up as I pushed in. He threw his head back and
groaned as I slowly sunk all the way in.

I felt Martin's body press in from behind. His dick was soft, but the
weight of his balls and dick against my butt felt good. He reached past me
to hold up Patrick's legs, his chest pushing me forward. I found myself
face to face with Patrick, who put his arms around me and pulled us
together for a kiss.

As we kissed deep, I felt Pat's balls and thickening cock press into my
gut. He began grinding them up into me. "Nice hard gut, Danilo," he
commented, "sure feels good on my cock and balls."

I was careful to keep my upper body pressed hard to him, and thrust in and
out of him using only my hips. Each time I pulled out, I felt Martin's
heavy cock and balls brush pleasantly against my ass. As I plunged in, I
felt Patrick's "sitting bones" push hard into my crotch and pubic area. The
pressure around the base of my cock made it feel like I was really plowing
deep into him.

>From time to time, he pulled me close and we kissed. Whenever we did, the
pressure increased between my gut and Pat's cock and balls.

He was just as tight as Martin, and just as hot inside. I liked the
position. In some ways it was less intimate; in some ways more. I liked
looking down into Patrick's face as he looked more and more lost in
pleasure.

My moans were mixing with his. Soon all my attention was on my own cock,
squeezing in and out of his butt and my balls slapping his ass. For the
third time, I felt my orgasm rising. This time it was the tired, almost
sore kind of orgasm that comes right after two heavy ones. It took longer
to come up and hurt good when it did. I was pumping my hips fast as I
came. It was a long orgasm.

When I came back out of my orgasmic daze, I found myself looking down into
Patrick's smiling face. I felt his butt squeeze my cock playfully. "Well,
Danilo? Did you like that? Are we still friends?"

I gave my head a slight shake "no." Patrick almost started a frown before I
asked, "Brothers?"

Patrick gave me a big smile and pulled me close, giving me a warm kiss. I
felt Martin lean over my back as he spoke into my ear, "Little brother,
Dano" and kissed the back of my neck.


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