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Subject: Naval Tradition Revised 38 Naval Tradition REVISED EDITION Bill Drake (ail) with Corporal Cody NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between men, including male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you, read no further. Thanks to all the great work that the Nifty Archive does and the writers it publishes. Please consider supporting them with a donation. This is the revised and retconned version of Naval Tradition, told in chronological order. While the overall story is the same, there is lot of new content here (and some of the old parts didn’t make the cut in this version). This revision has been a collaboration with fellow writer Corporal Cody. My thanks to him for his considerable contributions to and inspiration for this version. Feel free to drop a line if you enjoy it: ail. I hope to have a (free) ebook version at the end of this, so you can let me know if you want to be on the mailing list for that. PART FIVE: LOOKING FOR MR. RIGHT Chapter Thirty-Eight Philadelphia, December 2005 This was my first Army-Navy game, at least as an adult. As promised, Dad was parked outside my apartment ready to pick me up after my Friday morning class. He had an air of excitement about him as I threw my overnight bag in the trunk and was all smiles as we pulled out of the parking lot. On the drive, he told me that Jack was coming up from DC to meet us there as well, and a couple of Dad’s other officer buddies would be there too. My brother Matt was still logging in hours in flight training, but he arranged for a couple days leave to fly to Philly for the weekend. After an emotionally tough couple of months, I was really looking forward to the trip. The ride up was a good chance for me and Dad to catch up. Mostly school stuff, though Dad kind of filled me in on the plan for the weekend. I could already tell there was going to be a lot of drinking. I’d cut back on the beer quite a bit since Kyle and I made a pact to focus on our training and nutrition. But this weekend would be an unofficial break between classes and finals, so I was looking forward to partying a little. As the drive wore on, a part of me thought of unloading all my feelings on my father about my dating and breakup with Greg. Lately, I was second guessing myself for calling things off with Greg. I knew in my heart of hearts it was the right thing not to string things along for the sake of having a boyfriend, but a nagging doubt made me wonder if I had sabotaged something worth pursuing. Anyway, on the drive up, I figured this was one moment where Dad was a parent and not a friend. Honestly, I just think he was excited to get back to some normalcy after an especially long deployment. Spending time with two of his boys, his best friend, and his old Academy buddies. We made it to Philly by late afternoon, just as it was getting dark. Even more than in Virginia, the air was already freezing there in early December. Matt was already in town, but was hanging out with one of his close Navy pilot friends, Kevin, who was also training at the Naval Air Station in Corpus Christi. Jack was in the hotel room when Dad and I finally got there to drop off our bags. “Jim, great to see you,” the man beamed as he opened the hotel door and ushered us in. “Jack,” I said as we met in a tight hug and I once again savored the feel of his hard body against mine. Even though Jack and I had texted frequently enough and called each other on occasion, it still felt like forever since I was able to see him. He pulled back, his hands still on my shoulders as he gave me a good look. “You look… bigger,” he laughed as he looked up at me. He was a solid six feet tall, but I still had a bit of height on him. I laughed back, feeling the compliment of my latest bulking. “Good to see you, too,” I said. Jack gave Dad a shorter, more buddy kind of hug. “Hey, Bob.” Jack stepped back and let us drop our bags as he said, “You guys made good time.” Dad nodded. “Hate that drive, but yeah…” As I set down my bags and the three of us made quick small talk, it was hard not to admire the Lieutenant Commander dressed down now and comfortable in just a T-shirt and jeans. It always amazed me what a gorgeous specimen of Navy-conditioned, military man Jack was. Despite being in his early 40s, he still had his youthful, classically handsome good-looks, with his chiseled jawline, hazel-green eyes and pearly white teeth. The man could have easily been on the Navy recruiting posters. I noticed the hint of his crows’ feet around his eyes, but like Dad, they only seemed to give him a more distinguished kind of handsomeness. It had been about a year since he’d made the change of duty station to D.C. and I noticed the subtle fade in his California tan. His hair also seemed to be darker than I remembered – no longer sunbleached to silvery blond. Jack always seemed to be pushing the Navy regs when it came to his choice of haircut. His straight blonde hair was longer on top, bushed back and to the side as he kept the rest cleanly buzzed with a fresh fade. He looked less surfer now and more Midwestern farm boy. I was still glad that Jack was my first. **** Dad, Jack, and I took a cab to an area with a couple of cheesesteak joints that were buzzing with folks in town. And after, we walked through the cold to our next stop, one of their regular bars, where we planned to meet up with more of either Dad or Jack’s naval officer buddies. I don’t think I realized until then how much of a ritual the whole weekend was. Not only the game, but it seemed like Dad and his friends had their regular hotel, their regular bars, and their favorite restaurants. It was clear that the Army-Navy game was in town. There were packs of cadets and midshipmen roaming around the sidewalks outside. Most I guessed weren’t 21, and I guess the ones who were of age drifted to other bars, because the one Dad, Jack, and I entered was a little quieter, at least that early. We stood around and enjoyed a round of beers, and pretty soon more men started trickling into the bar – men with military buzzcuts in civilian clothes. I enjoyed just people watching, especially when the conversation Jack and Dad were having drifted into something Navy related. But that didn’t bug me either. It seemed like they were clearly in their element, and I enjoyed being there with them. I tried not to let my eyes wander too far with all that military meat parading about. Eventually some younger military men in their 20s and early 30s would drift in, but at that hour it was mostly a collection of older, seasoned NCOs and senior officers. Army and Navy. Being around the Navy all my life, it was easy to pick them out of the crowd, besides the uniform or buzzed haircuts, because they just had an air about them. But here, this weekend, they were most of the clientele. It felt like there was so much eye candy. I tried to be low key in scoping out the men and still trying not to ignore Dad and Jack, but it was fun to watch the parade of men. With my short, but not military-short, blond hair under my ballcap, it was clear that I wasn’t a soldier, sailor, midshipman, or cadet. I don’t want to say that it made me feel out of place, but I did notice how unike at UVA, I did kind of stick out as a civilian. But there were locals at the bar, civilians, so I didn’t feel too out of place. I just loved the mix. I talked with Jack and Dad, mostly Jack, catching up with my life and me hearing how he was enjoying DC in spite of his initial hesitation. Dad went to get us a second round, and Jack looked over at me with a friendly smile. “So… Jim… your Dad tells me things didn’t work out with your boyfriend.” “Yeah, ‘fraid not,” I said. I felt embarrassed for some reason. Like I was every bit as naive as my 22 years when it came to dating. Jack gave me a sympathetic look. “Hope you don’t mind that Bob told me.” “No,” I assured him. “I mean, you probably knew it wasn’t going to work out,” I said gamely. Jack shrugged. “I had a hunch. But you never know. Anyway, I don’t know what kind of pep talk to give, Jim, but give it time.” I nodded. “Thanks.” I actually wanted to ask him about the Admiral, but realized I couldn’t admit I’d seen the man on my own. I figured I’d play curious instead. Dropping my voice, I asked, “Jack… you still see Rear Admiral Henson?” He paused, seeming a bit guarded. “No. Why?” “Just curious,” I said. “Guess I should mind my own business.” Jack relaxed his stance a little. “It’s good. No. I called it off. The sex was hot, but the rest of the situation I didn’t like.” “That’s cool,” I said. “And sorry for prying, sir.” “‘Sir,’ is it?” Jack laughed. I smiled back, caught out in the formality I normally reserved for Dad or one of his officer friends I didn’t know too well. Just then, Dad came up with three such men in tow and our second round in hand. I’d probably met them before but honestly couldn’t remember their names. But my father made introductions and we gathered around two of the bar seats as the place got more crowded. I could feel the warm buzz taking over and I relaxed into the small talk with one of the men, Brad, who was a Navy captain as well. Eventually, the younger men began pouring in, and pretty soon Matt showed up from between the bodies of a now crowded bar. Like the rest of us, he was dressed in casual clothes, his civies, along with his coat. His chestnut hair was still buzzed, but it looked more stylish than the regulation buzzcut. His cheeks were flushed from the cold but he had his usual huge bright smile on his still boyishly handsome face. He’d texted that he’d had a drink or two already with a few Academy buddies of his own in town as well. He gave Dad and Jack small hugs and it was clear that he was having a great time. “Hey, Squirt,” he greeted me as we gave each other a long, brotherly hug. Even though I was way taller, the nickname stuck. “If you’d told me you were stuck with Dad’s boring friends, I would have rescued you earlier,” he joked as we made room for him and his buddy. The bar was packed now as it seemed like more guys who knew Jack, Dad, or Matt showed up. Matt introduced, or rather reintroduced, me to a few of his friends as his buddy, Kevin, went to get us all another round of beers. I was now starting to get into a really good mood. The buzz from the drinks helped, but mostly it was the party atmosphere rubbing off on me. Matt and his ensign friends seemed especially boisterous. The Navy had its drinking traditions, and it seemed like Matt and friends were enjoying all of them. Even on the eve of the game, the scene was already pretty lively, just on the cusp of raucous. It was all a blast. I mean, one of the great things about Army-Navy is that there’s practically a party in the streets, with Navy midshipmen and Army cadets strolling about. But the bars were all a real spontaneous party zone, particularly in the cluster near where our hotel was. As we all walked to the next bar, buzzed and in our coats in the freezing streets, I realized once again that I was the odd man out. Even though Matt and his friends were just around my age, I was the only non-Navy man, but I didn’t really care. Dad was mostly joking and having fun with Jack and their officer buddies. It was weird, but in a good way, to see Dad shift from his normal reserved self to a more gregarious, fun-loving version of himself. I was enjoying the fun vibes and the chance to see what Dad and my brother had talked about last year when I couldn’t come with them. The only problem for me was that there were a fuck ton of hot guys. Everywhere. Cadets, midshipmen, active enlisted men, NCOs, and retired officers. All in civilian attire, except for the Academy folks, who roamed the downtown streets in capes and uniforms that barely protected them from the December cold snap. I couldn’t help but scope all of them out. What had started off as low-key sexual interest had grown into a full-on horndog state for me. It had been a tough semester. Physical conditioning in the offseason was going real well, and I was finishing up my required courses so I’d have it easier come Spring, when I’d need the time for baseball. And while rooming with Kyle Avery was great in a lot of ways, it also contributed to a non-existent sex life. Now my needs came roaring back, in a big way, as I looked around at the crowds, on the street, or in a bar or restaurant. I thought idly about Dad, or Jack, of course, and I even perved on a couple of Dad’s Navy friends. But there were so many studs around, my attention was drawn everywhere at once. I was rooming with Matt, so I figured nothing was going to happen that weekend, and that was OK. I’d have some clear visual memories for a month’s worth of JO sessions. Yeah, coming to Army-Navy weekend was the right call. After that round, Matt and Kevin went to join a few more of their buddies at another bar across town. I didn’t want to intrude on his fun, so chose to kind of tag along with Dad and his crew instead. But as the night wore on, I couldn’t help but feel like I was imposing on Dad and Jack, too. I spent the next round of drinks talking with Jack, but I felt he was ignoring his friends for my sake. So I told Dad I was going to head back to my room. “You having an OK time, Jimbo?” he asked, concerned as he walked with me out onto the cold street. I felt bad that he felt the need to entertain me or look after me. “Oh yeah,” I assured him, giving him a sincere smile. “It’s great. It’s just been a long day.” He nodded and made sure I had my room key. He gave me a spare one for his room, so I could retrieve my bag. I didn’t go right back to the hotel, but instead walked around. Looking at the groups of hot military guys as they walked between bars, to be sure, but also just loving the fact that I was there to be part of this. Finally getting back to the hotel, I got my bag from Dad and Jack’s room, leaving the key on the desk. Then I went next door to an identical room with two double beds, where Matt and I were sleeping. I had a good idea that without Dad’s knack for advance planning we wouldn’t be having such nice sleeping arrangements. I tossed my coat on the room chair and looked out the window at the lit up city, and wondered if I was silly for calling it an early evening. But I also knew I had an ulterior motive. I fished into my overnight bag and pulled out the lube I’d packed. I hoped that Matt wouldn’t be back early, but I had a good sense my big brother was in gaziantep travesti the mood to party and let loose after his months of pilot training. I felt pretty sure I had the room to myself. I lay back on one of the beds, pulled off my shirt and undid my jeans. I shucked them down just enough to let me pull my boxer briefs down. Even though I was half drunk, my dick was rock hard, and I knew it wouldn’t take me long to stroke off. It didn’t. I lubed up, lay back, closed my eyes, and tugged at my prick in nice, even strokes, conjuring up the memory of all the men I’d seen that night. The hot older men especially. My mind went to one I’d seen at the last bar…. Early 50s, silvery hair, Navy sweatshirt on, had that retired officer look to him. Just the fantasy of kissing him had me cumming, hard, spurting seed onto my bare stomach and over my fist. I came down from my orgasm and caught my breath, leaning over to grab some Kleenexes to wipe off. “Damn, I need to get laid,” I thought with a laugh. I was actually pretty sleepy, and it was nearly 10. I pulled my underwear back on and stepped into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. Tomorrow was the game. And as I crawled between the sheets, I wondered what the next day had in store. **** Saturday was game day. It was cold as fuck outside, but the energy of the game made it bearable. Dad got us seats in the lower bleachers, though Matt hung out in the cheaper seats with his buddies. I had a Navy hoodie beneath my coat and was bundled up pretty well, though with only my Orioles ball cap my ears were getting pretty cold. I kept to one beer, since I knew we had a full evening ahead. Between quarters I texted Holt to tease him that I was actually at a football game of my own volition. As much as I enjoyed attending them in college, it was a running joke between us. I did sometimes wonder if my buddy missed his playing days, but he also seemed happier lately. Navy practically steamrolled Army, so the McGrath posse was in a pretty good mood going to the post-game festivities. **** It was around 11:30 p.m. and the bars were still busy but starting to thin out – no longer packed and merely just full. Jack and Dad had called it a night an hour earlier, leaving me, Matt, and Matt’s buddies to party it up on our own. We ended up at an Irish pub, which had a younger crowd than our earlier stop, which had probably been less of Matt’s scene anyway. We no longer had to push our way to the bar for drinks, and Kevin wasted no time ordering another round of drafts. The Navy and Army knew how to drink and how to have a good time. We’d quickly slid into an open spot around a high top near the bar. Like the night prior, Matt tried to keep me in the conversations, and not let me feel like I wasn’t part of the crew. I was expecting the talk to stick to planes, jets, and the Navy, but it seemed the guys were more interested in the women in the bar. Matt shot me a half apologetic look, but I didn’t care. I was used to it from my baseball buddies. I took another slow sip of my beer, letting my eyes drift once more to the military men in the bar. I immediately spotted one man in particular, leaning with his back against the wall from across the bar. He was a big guy – a bulky and muscular 6’5″, wearing a black, Army-logoed, fleece jacket and faded jeans. At his height, he stood out above the crowd, and it took me a second to notice that he was looking over at me. Maybe I was misreading him, but he sure seemed to have an interested look on his face. I reactively darted my eyes away. Matt and Kevin were now talking about jets, and I tried to follow along but somehow felt like Army man’s eyes were still on me. When I got up the courage to look back, the man was still regarding me intently between sips of his domestic-brand beer. God, this man was really fucking good looking. He looked like he was probably close to 40. Dark brown hair that looked thick despite being cropped military tight, shaved up the sides with a crew cut length on top. Above and around his prominent brow, he had slight creases and lines across his forehead. He had a close, clean shave that only made his tan, slightly rugged face look more distinguished. I quickly broke eye contact and turned my attention back to my brother and his Navy buddy. They didn’t seem to notice anything as it seemed like they had just kept talking. All of us were in a good mood, and the Navy guys in particular were partying it up. Kevin sidled up to the bar to get us another round. I probably should slow down my drinking, I remember thinking, but I was pacing OK so far, alternating water for a couple of the rounds. I felt happy drunk in the best way. Maybe that’s what gave me the courage to keep looking back. Tall Army man was playing it smooth, but any time I looked back, his dark brown eyes would meet mine. This was the last thing I expected from this weekend, and it probably was nothing. But it boosted my ego to even think this hunk would be interested in me. I noticed the gentle cleft in his strong chin, the thickness of his muscled neck. And on second appraisal, I decided he was more solidly muscular than I’d even guessed at first glance. Even through that fleece I could tell his delts were especially rounded and his arms fucking huge. I tried to be sly, and I kept myself to occasional glances over. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed a sip of his beer, his eyes barely straying from me. I tried to resist looking back too much. But as Kevin and Matt started chatting up a couple of women at the bar, I took the opportunity to look back again. Army man’s gaze was directly on me. Almost questioning me. I gave him a slight nod of acknowledgment. He gave a smile, a masculine curl of his lip, brightening up his handsome, almost cute, but still rugged face. At that point, I felt a hand clasp my shoulder. It was Matt, heavily buzzed, leaning over and speaking in my ear over the crowd and the music. “Jim, you think you can do me a solid and give me an hour or so alone in the hotel room?” Both guys were in full outgoing and charming mode, and it didn’t surprise me they were scoring. I grinned and nodded my head. “No problem.” “You’re the best, bro,” he said, his blue eyes lighting up as he shot me one of his trademark mischievous smiles. I’d seen this lighter side of Matt in high school. Hell, he’d been the one to line up my first lay, but he had gotten more serious at the Academy. This weekend made me think he still had his fun-loving side, for sure. I grinned to myself as Matt and Kevin left the bar a minute later, accompanied by two attractive women in their early 30s, the group stumbling a little in their giddy tipsiness. I was alone now, and when I turned back to find Mr. Army, my heart sank a little to see the spot where he had stood at the other side of the bar now empty. But as I scanned the room, I saw the 6’5″ hunk sauntering his way toward me. “Your friends left ya,” he started off, confidently easing into the free spot where Matt had been only moments before. His voice was deep but mellow, and he had a thick Southern accent – Deep South, Georgia or Alabama maybe. He stood next to me at the high top and with him now so close, I could see a few flecks of silver in his bristled hair and at his temples. Not a lot, but it confirmed my initial guess about his age. Despite probably shaving this morning, I could also see that he now had a shallow but thick 5 o’clock shadow swathed across his cheeks, chin, and jaw. “Yessir,” I answered politely. “I wasn’t ready to go back to the hotel just yet.” “I bet not,” he chuckled. “Not after Navy’s win today, huh?” He nodded down at the Navy hooded sweatshirt I was wearing. I nodded. “Pretty awesome,” I admitted, then pointing my beer bottle at the Army logo emblazoned on the shelf of his massive pecs, I added. “Sorry.” “Tough loss,” he shrugged, his eyes still holding mine. “But it’s all good. We’re all on the same team, ultimately. You enlisted?” I clearly wasn’t a midshipman and was too young to be much beyond the rank of Seaman. I guess my ball cap also hid the fact that my hair was not a Navy regulation haircut. Or Mr. Army was just making small talk. “Nah, I’m in college. At UVA. I’m from a Navy family though – my dad and brother,” I answered proudly. “You serving, sir?” “U.S. Army,” he replied. “Command Sar’nt Major, 82nd Infantry Division.” I felt my posture straighten up. “Honored to meet you, sir.” That got a rumbling laugh out of the man. He slapped my back and gave me a gentle rub before letting go. “Damn, boy, you really are from a military family.” I laughed too, and that broke the ice some. He put his larger, hairer, and rougher hand around mine and clasped it. “I’m Sean, by the way.” “Jim,” I replied. I enjoyed his grip and the touch of his hand against mine. After the game of eye contact it felt like another thrill. The handsomely rugged Command Sergeant Major, Sean, had a sterner expression than most men and didn’t seem to smile a lot. But his deep brown eyes were definitely communicating lust as we stood side by side and talked. And somehow, at that moment, the strong silent type was definitely working for me. Maybe because it had been a couple months since last I had sex. So I found myself returning his gaze, leaning a little into him when he made a joke, putting on my flirty, dumb, jock act. He’d finished his beer before me and he waited for me to finish mine. “I can get ya another, College Boy, but what I’d really love right now is to smoke one of my cigars.” He patted his fleece jacket pocket. “You up for joining me outside while I have one?” “Sure thing.” I followed him as we weaved through the bodies, making our way outside. We sauntered out into the brisk night air and as we leaned against a wall off the entrance, Sean asked me if I smoked, too. “Never have,” I said as I shook my head and stuffed my hands into the pockets of my Navy hooded sweatshirt. I wasn’t sure if pot counted, but I knew the military’s policy on marijuana, so I didn’t say anything. Besides, it had been ages since I’d burned down with my buddies. “Wanna try one?” He pulled out two cigars from his pocket, along with a Zippo lighter with what looked like a logo for an Army division, his division – blue and white double “A”s in red square, with an arched “AIRBORNE” above it. He held out the fresh cigar for me. As an athlete, I steadfastly avoided tobacco smoking. But I knew cigars would not be a regular habit for me. Maybe I was trying to impress this 6’5″ Army hunk, but I was suddenly real intrigued. “Uh, yeah, sure. Just don’t laugh at me when I cough,” I said as I took the offered cigar. “Of course I won’t, son,” he winked. “A young man’s gotta have his first one at some time.” The look on his face when he said “son” – sexual and hungry, it gave me a shiver. I put the cigar in my mouth and relished the sweetish tobacco taste. Never taking his eyes off mine, Sean flicked the lighter, lifted the flame to the tip and I sucked in, lighting up the tobacco. The smoke was acrid and bitter, and yeah, I coughed. But I did better than I thought I did, trying my best to impress this more experienced man by suppressing my body’s instincts. He lit his up, taking it between his teeth at the corner of his mouth as he took a long draw. The smoke curled out between his lips and let out a sigh that was almost post-coital. “Damn, this is nice. Makes it worth freezing my tits off.” I was cold but actually enjoyed the night air and watching the evening crowd bustle by – bar hopping, arguing, trying to hail taxis. You don’t get all that in a small town like Charlottesville. “You don’t like the cold?” I asked. “Hell no. I’m a south Georgia boy.” “I love your accent,” I admitted, feeling the buzz of the beers. “Ya do, huh?” He appraised me as he puffed on his cigar. His drawl got comically thick. “That’s just something I put on to get some bitch to drop her panties.” It was lewd and absurd and made me laugh. I was glad when Sean started laughing, too. I don’t know if he knew how incredibly handsome he looked when he smiled. He pulled the cigar out of his mouth and continued, in his more normal drawl. “What `bout you College Boy? I bet you sweet-talk those coeds into giving up their pussy all the time.” I suddenly felt a little nervous. Sean was clearly being lighthearted. And I was getting a real lusty vibe from him. But I had no proof he was into dudes, and I had not indicated I was either. “Um, not really,” I stammered as I brought the cigar back to my mouth. He smiled now and leaned in closer to my face and ear, and whispered in a throaty voice. “I see. So you’re the bitch who drops his panties then.” Fuck! I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I knew that I wasn’t in control. Sean was. He leaned back and clapped his hand on my shoulder, like a good buddy’s. Only something more. Patting me, reassuring me. “Damn, but you do look manly as fuck smoking a cigar. You like it, Jim?” I pushed my nervousness aside as I pulled the stogie out and examined the moistened tip before plopping it back in my mouth for another toke. “I do, actually.” I relished the smoke, leaning back and watching people pass in the street before I got up the nerve to give him heavier eye contact, like we’d been having earlier. I looked over at Sean next to me, a couple inches taller and bigger in build. The senior Army NCO had one hell of an imposing figure. “You look real hot smoking one too, sir.” He didn’t answer as he looked over and down at me, but I saw a grin curl on his lips around the cigar. We stood silently and enjoyed our smokes for a few minutes, letting them burn down a bit. Then Sean took his cigar out, not looking at me as he ashed the tip and said to me. “What do you say we skip the beers, head on back to my hotel instead?” “Sounds good, sir,” I replied. All my prior nervous energy was being channeled into something else. The last year had taught me I might not know how to have a relationship, but I’d hooked up with men before and I felt a kind of confidence in it. Even with a man as intimidatingly hot as this senior NCO. So we started walking, cigars in mouth, still smoking as we headed into the street. “Heads up,” he said about a block from the bar. “Seeing all the cadets parading around kinda has me worked up.” “You wish you had one of them going back with you?” I was matter-of-fact in asking, not jealous. He smirked as he looked down at me walking next to him and shook gaziantep masaj salonları his head. “Hell no, College Boy. You’re hotter than any of that Army Pussy.” He gestured at the street to turn the corner. He kept looking over my way as we walked, clearly enamored with my looks. First, eyeing me up and down silently as we walked, then finally saying, “I gotta warn, ya’, Jim, it’s been too fucking long since I’ve been laid. I can get a little, um, intense.” “Intense how?” I asked nervously, but also very sexually intrigued. “I like to manhandle a young stud, if he can handle it.” I’m not sure exactly what he meant, but my experience with Rear Admiral Henson had been in the back of my mind, and I’d craved to relive something like that. And the chance to relive it with a man as amazingly hot as Sean was very appealing to me at that moment. “I’m up for it, sir,” I answered bravely. “Fuckin’ Christ, I hit the jackpot, huh? I bet College Boy’s gonna make this an Army-Navy to remember.” “You gonna make me pay for Army losing the game, sir?” I goaded. This man had a playful nature that loosened me up. “Oh you better fucking believe it. I’m gonna tear into your ass,” he grinned. We were alone on the block, but as a group of people approached we got quiet but still traded a couple of lingering glances. We were nearly at his hotel anyway. We put out our cigars just outside the foyer and entered the sliding glass double doors and the warmth of the hotel. Finally at his room, Sean opened the door and ushered me in. One corner lamp cast a dim light on the neatly made king-sized bed and the Army man’s military looking duffle bag resting on a luggage rack. The room had a combination of hotel smell and a lingering hint of Sean’s cologne. I heard the door click shut and Sean’s heavy footsteps behind me. I turned to watch this ruggedly handsome stud step toward me. We stood a couple of feet apart with matching smiles. Sean looked at me like I was the man’s last meal, and I was probably doing the same with him. It felt like I was coming off my dry spell in a big way. I think we were just both thrilled to be hooking up with such a hot guy. Sean was clearly horny, and I half expected him to attack me and… I dunno, wrestle me to the bed or something. Instead, he surprised me by stepping up and angling his head down to place his lips gently on mine. Sean’s hands slipped around my waist and pulled me in closer, pressing me up against him. His muscled body felt like concrete as we now stood pressed chest to chest. I closed my eyes in response at the first touch of his kiss. The man’s lips were soft, opening and coaxing mine to do the same. His tongue traced the edge of my lips before it slipped out and into my mouth as his lips locked over mine. Other than Dad, it was just about the hottest kiss I’d ever had. As Sean’s thick, long tongue eagerly sought mine, I gently moaned into his mouth. He tasted of cigar and beer, and so did I. His cologne and smoky scent filled my nostrils, and the big, heavy mound in his jeans pressed right into my groin. We continued to make out, surprisingly slowly, romantically even. Sean slid his tongue from my mouth, his pursed lips sucking on mine before he finally broke our kiss with a wet smack. Sean looked at me with a silent smile that communicated how excited he was. His arms tightened around my waist and hips, his fingers digging into the muscles of my lower back and just over the curve of my ass. In turn, I slid my hands from his biceps and over his boulder-like shoulders until my arms were wrapped around his thickly muscled neck. Then we kissed again. Harder, with Sean’s tongue plunging in and gently sucking the air from me. It was forceful and commanding. I fucking loved it. I tightened my arms around his sinewed neck, holding him close as he conquered my mouth. Sean bit and nibbled on my tongue and lower lip. I tried to match his dominance in our kiss, and that act made him knead my ass with a firm grip and pull me tighter against his chest and crotch. Finally, Sean pulled back an inch or two. His hard brown eyes bore into my blue ones, and a smile formed dimples on his ruggedly handsome face. “I’ve been needing that, College Boy,” he said. “Been too fucking long.” “I know what you mean,” I said. It had been too long since I’d had a kiss anywhere near that good. My self-prohibition against kissing Dad made me crave that kind of connection even more. Sean let me hold him a bit more, my fingers brushing the bristly edge of his Army high n’ tight at the back of his neck, and also noticing the familiar feel of a ball chain hidden under the collar of his fleece and shirt. Sean reluctantly slipped his hands from around waist. My arms sliding from around his neck as he stepped back, still holding my stare. Sean then unzipped and pulled his Army-logo fleece off and over a plaid button-down dress shirt that conformed to the large muscular pecs, shoulders, and torso beneath. Kicking off his shoes, he started unbuttoning the shirt at his chest. I followed suit, removing my Navy hoodie sweatshirt and undoing my belt. I grabbed the hem of my T, pulling it over my head. I could sense Sean watch as I felt my bare abs tighten and chest flex. I was feeling proud of my body and enjoyed showing it off for the military man. “I hit the jackpot, all right,” Sean growled as he unbuttoned the bottom of his dress shirt, his eyes on my bare upper body, which was in particularly good shape, even in the off season. “I bet you’re an athlete,” he observed. “Yes, sir. Baseball.” I replied as I peeled my jeans off my ass and down my thighs. Seconds later, I stood before him in just my straining boxer briefs. I was hard, and I knew he could see the size of the cock tenting out my underwear. I watched Sean open up his shirt and pull it off his shoulders to reveal his upper body. “You have an amazing body, sir,” I said in a low voice. He did, too. Round, powerhouse muscle, reminding me very much of Josiah’s college football bod from my freshman year. I mean real fucking big and bulging just about everywhere: from wide round shoulders to plated pectoral mounds framing a finger-deep valley right down the center. His olive-complected torso had some furry hair but not so much to hide the muscle definition. Sean’s waist did not taper as much as a younger dude’s, and he carried a slight beefiness fitting the man’s age to complement the clearly combat-fit musculature, yet the abdomen was still rock hard and firm. His left arm was partially covered in a detailed military-themed tattoo sleeve, from the rounded delt down to the bulging outer tricep muscle. From his neck dangled the man’s glinting steel dogtags. It was my turn to watch him finish undressing. Sean had gone commando, and as he pulled down his jeans, a long, hard, cut tool popped out, just about equal to my length. From the heavy balls to the thick shaft and flared head, it was beautiful and seemed to match the rest of him – tall and hard. Now naked, Sean quickly closed the distance between us, his dogtags now jiggling with each step. His large callused hands slipped back around my waist, and his fingers curled into my sides. Responding to his move, I reached up and ran my hands over his furry chest just as our bodies met again and his hard mouth sought out mine. Nude and erect, we kissed, hungrier this time. Sean’s hands traveled down along my bare lower back, gliding over the smooth muscular curve of my buns until they cupped my ass in a strong grasp. I sucked on his tongue and took the initiative to press up against him, my cock now sandwiched next to his between our hard abs and my hole exposed from Sean prying my cheeks apart. He broke our kiss but kept his lips close to mine, groaning excitedly as his fingers possessively groped my buns. “Shit,” he exclaimed. “You may have the bigger dick, boy. But you’re still gonna be my bitch tonight.” I gripped his concrete-hard pecs and nodded, my lips brushing against his lips and stubble. Maybe it was the alcohol, but this man was pushing my buttons, big time. It was like my times with Henson, only better. Ten times better. “Yes, sir,” I replied quietly. A slap hit my right buttock. The loud smack was more of a shock than the slight sting. “What was that, bitch? I didn’t hear you.” His eyes challenged mine. “Yes sir!” I said more loudly, submissively, which made Sean’s gruff expression turn to a smile. “Better,” he said with approval. “All right, you baseball-playing bitch. Get on that bed.” I wasn’t sure how this was going to play out. I’d experienced Admiral Henson’s dominant and verbal nature, but I wasn’t sure what Sean meant by “manhandling” me. Maybe he was into more SM stuff, I didn’t know, and I didn’t know how far I was willing to take this. But the thrill of the unknown turned me on. Sean let me slip from his grasp, stepping back as I turned and crawled onto the hotel bed. As he exhaled, I knew he was looking right at my ass. Indeed, once I looked back, I saw his dark eyes stare at my round ass as he fisted his hefty, seven and a half inch cock. The man cut a hulking and imposing figure as he stood there in the low light. I turned over onto my back, my rigid cock swinging up as it smacked my hard, defined abs. Leaning back on my elbows, I gently spread and bent my legs and awaited what would happen next. Sean continued stroking his rock hard dick, letting the sap drool down its length as he stepped up to the foot of the bed, fingers running over the slick flared crown as his eyes worked their way up my bare skin, from my toes to my youthful face. “Fuck, you’re hot, boy,” he grumbled just under his breath, almost shaking his head in disbelielf. Sean let go of his dick and then slowly climbed on top of me. His dogtags clinked as I felt the body-warmed metal drag over my skin as he hovered above me, starting at my calves and then moving upward. Again, I was surprised by his tenderness – the way his large rough hands softly caressed my smoother, exposed body – running up my thighs, rubbing my abs, and caressing my chest. The way his mouth kissed along my sternum, my neck, and found my mouth again. I relaxed down into the mattress and wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders. He rested his body over me, his chest resting against mine, our muscled legs tangling together. Sean took charge as we made out like lovers once more, and I savored the feel of his soft body hair and the ever slow grind of his leaking erection along the ridge of my own. I relished the feeling of a bigger, taller man on top of me Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better he raised up on his arms, his biceps and forearms knotted and big, ending our kiss and leaving me with wet lips. Sean scooted down my body, dragging his dogtags and lips along the ridges of abs, until he came eye-level to my groin. He took a second to touch my cock, feeling its girth with his strong figures. “I bet my boy knows how to wreck some pussy with this tool. Fat fucking cock.” I raised back up on my elbows to watch him. I wasn’t sure if he was going to take me in his mouth. Instead, he raised back up on his knees. He looked at me as his hands slid around the back of my thighs, just above my knees. He gripped my legs, in a gesture to lift them up. I met his effort halfway by pulling my legs back, my knees coming almost to my chest to show off my lightly-dusted, furry crack. Sean’s hands caressed down the back of my thighs as I felt the cooler air of the room rush in between my exposed warm cleft. “Nice,” Sean growled as he went prone, settling his face between my spread thighs and open cheeks. It had been so long since I’d had my hole eaten, and the tickle of Sean’s tongue against my pucker felt amazing. He pressed in deeper, and I moaned at the feel of his barbed scruff rasping against the smoother skin of my inner cleft. “Fuck,” he growled with his lip agasint my ass. He dove back in as I got the feeling Sean was too rushed to give me more, as this was more of a standard preparatory rim job before giving me his cock. He gave me a few deeper licks, then one final swipe of his tongue before he eased back with a mission-focused look on his face. “All righ… I gotta fuck you, bad,” he grunted, still holding my ass open for his stare. He hawked and gave a solid spit of saliva that landed right on my pucker before he growled softly, “hold still.” The man stepped off the bed, and I took in the sight of his body as he went to retrieve some lubricant from his military duffle bag. I had to admire the combination of his height and full, proportional muscle, from his broad back to his powerful ass. Sean turned and walked back to the bed with just his dogtags draped between his hard furry pec muscles, his beautifully thick and long cock bouncing with each heavy step. Shithouse built, but also looking like a man almost twice my age. Weathered and clean shaven face, crow’s feet around his eyes, and dark-brown hairs swirling across his thick military brawn. It’s not true that all older men are sexually experienced or skilled, but this career soldier definitely was. The mattress shifted with his weight as he knelt back between my lifted and spread legs. I wrapped my hands back around my knees to hold my legs up for him. His long dick was rock hard, and it seemed to aim right between my open buns. The man looked down as he brought his hand to his lips, licking his fingers with his tongue, and applying extra saliva before bringing them to my already spit-wet hole. I moaned as he flicked and rubbed his fingers against my hole. His forefinger felt thick as it nudged against my pulsing hole and pressed inward. I let out a low grunt as his lone index finger breached my ring with little effort. I could feel that I was still drum tight, and my insides clench around the invading finger. It’d been so long. The man knew just how far to press, physically and verbally. “Damn!…. This pussy needs to be fucked all right,” Sean growled. From anyone else, I’d be leery, even pissed off, about the feminizing words. It had stuck in my craw, even when Henson had said that stuff. Bitch. Pussy. Slut. From this Command Sergeant Major, though, the nastiness of his sex talk was a turn on. Instead of being irked, like I thought I would, I felt a sexual heat spread through my body, and my hole spasmed against his digit. I heard the flick of a cap as Sean pulled his thick finger from my snug hole and tight ring. Almost immediately, there were now two fingers pressing gaziantep escort bayan into me, slathered in cool viscous lube. I bit my lip, the feeling of being stretched open both familiar and incredible as Sean’s fingers went deeper. “Lookie here,” he taunted as he curled his index and middle fingers up deep inside me, pushing against my prostate. “I found the bitch’s G-spot.” I bucked against his hand. “Fuck, sir,” I hissed at the feel of his fingers tip nudging my inner membrane. My prick thwapped excitedly on my belly and drooled a stream of sap into the grooves between my clenched abs. Sean slowed his fingers, but still petted my prostate. “Shhh, easy there, College Boy. Daddy’s gonna look after ya.” Fuck! Talk about open sesame. The D word had my hole opening up to his exploration and my legs spreading wider of their own accord. Sean noticed the shift in my body’s response. “Said the magic word, huh? Go ahead, slut out for Daddy while I wet this pussy down for my cock.” As he pulled his fingers from me, I could feel my hole suck on his retreating digits. Sean brought the lube bottle right up against my hole, pressing just the tip inside my gaping ring. The liquid spurted against the walls of my bowels before Sean tossed the bottle aside and punched in three fingers in one go. They entered me like a knife through soft butter. My muscles tensed – not so much from pain, but from the sheer thickness entering me. I was holding no resistance now, I was so open and so turned on. “Fuck those fingers in there, sir,” I urged, feeding off his verbal nature and trying to meet the challenge of his sex talk. I thought of my times with the Rear Admiral and tried to channel that energy, that submissive willingness. “I need you in me.” It was an admission that made me shake all the way to my toes hovering above my head. “Oh look, bitch is breaking out in goosebumps just waiting for my cock. Well,” he grunted, in a deep laugh as he twisted his fingers and let my insides throb around his digits a second before pulling them out. “No need to make that cunt wait.” Sean scooted forward on his knees, bringing his groin up to my spread cheeks and taking the base of his cock in hand. He aimed it down to meet my open, spit-wet hole. I watched his other thick-knuckled hand gripped my left ankle, holding it firm as he used it to lever my asshole to just the right angle. Looking down at the impending connection, Sean moved his super-charged Army cock closer. I exhaled the second the tip of his cockhead kissed my pucker. The man was leaking like a faucet, and he began smearing my hole with his natural fuck-lube, rotating his fat cockhead in tight cirlces. Tighter and smaller, until his cock fell into the natural dimple of my hole. Chest puffed, Sean growled with lust. And then with a powerful, but slow and controlled thrust, he pressed his cock through my loosened ring and entered me. I rolled my head back and briefly shut my eyes. Sean’s cock wasn’t insanely thick, like the Admiral. Instead, his girth was just the right thickness to feel pleasure once I got used to the half-forgotten feeling of anal penetration. Then, I felt my hole swallow the bell-shaped head of Sean’s dick in one smooth go. “Open up, son….” Sean ordered, jaw clenched, gripping my ankles. “Fuck… tight college cunt…” He held still, letting me get used to him for just a second before the power of his glutes and hips forced more of his veined shaft me. Then deeper, his artillery breached me good and hard. I winced and grunted involuntarily at the deeper penetration, but I held my legs back. Sean’s eyes went steely. “Take it. Take my fucking dick. No moaning like a bitch,” he grunted. His hand reached up, the backs of his knuckles stroking my cheek, a loving gesture in contrast to the controlling nature of his words and his cock. I could detect a hint of playfulness in his gruff voice, but then his words regained an urgent horniness. “That’s it, son…. Take that fucking cock, ya hear?” With that, Sean gave me one especially hard thrust, burying his dick to the hilt. I watched a look of excited thrill cross over his face as his trimmed pubes pressed against my taint and his heavy balls tapped my ass. Inside me, the rock hard shaft pressing against my p-spot, making my toes tingle and curl towards the ceiling. My cock drooling a stream of precum onto my crunching abs, I felt so alive. “Aw, fuck. Yes,” I muttered, getting my resolve back. Determined to take the possibly brutal fuck I was about recive. A gentle slap pelted my cheek. “What do you say?” There was that Army NCO. “Yes, sir!” I barked back, still trying to mask my pleasure as I played up my best Army recruit. “That’s better.” Sean’s deep voice wasn’t loud, but it seemed to fill the room, my ears, and the space in my head. He held my stare as he began to drag his cock from my depths, pulling back two, three, four, five inches. I tried to focus on the feelings of pleasure pulsating from my hole. Just as his big cock pulled at my sensitive innards, Sean’s hips stopped, and then he slid back into me with just as much force. Sean watched my face intently, holding silent for a half minute as my guts clenched and unclenched around his dick. I took a second to will my body to do what my head wanted. I was so turned on by him and enjoying the physicality of getting fucked after my dry spell. My insides relaxed, and I nodded. Sean grinned and leaned up big and tall as he gripped both my legs just above my calves. Spreading me open, he flexed his arms and swiveled his hips back. The next thrust wasn’t rough, but it was hard. “Fuck!” I cried, reacting instinctively. Sean growled and started thrusting in me now, hard and regular. Working a steady cadence, his pelvis slapped against my round cheeks as his dogtags clicked as they shook with each thrust. I could feel his nuts pound against my hole and I wondered how long it had been since he’d unloaded them. I was guessing a while, the man seemed real keyed up. The man fucked me like a machine. I gripped my throbbing prick, choking off the leaking stream of sap, and stroked to relieve and refocus the intensity of his powerful jabs in and out of me. “That’s nice pussy,” Sean growled through clenched teeth. Every muscle in the man’s upper body flexed with his topping motions and his hips kept pounding into me, drilling my p-spot. “College pussy likes that big fucking cock. Doncha’?” “Aw, yes… Fuck me, sir,” I hissed. With the shock of penetration gone, his solid cock was feeling amazing in me now. I could feel the excess lube of our fuck beginning to leek out from between the lips of my loosened hole. I felt I could open up sexually with the man. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I muttered, returning his sex talk from earlier. “Fuck me hard,” I pleaded as my hole swallowed his dick. I egged Sean on more: “Harder.” Sean flashed that wolfish grin of his, his brown eyes gleaming with lust. “Ggmm…. That’s right, Daddy’s in charge, isn’t he, boy?” he half whispered, half growled. A thin sheen of sweat was breaking out across both our bodies, and the slight moisture matted his dark fine hair to his battle-hardened muscles and his dogtags. A drop of sweat rolled down his temple. “Yes, Daddy, sir,” I said more openly now, thrilled to play out my desire for an older man. The man kept his pace, the wet sound of our fuck like a metronome. He shifted the angle, and his cock now hitting squarely into and across my swollen butt-nut. Sean knew what he was doing to me. He watched my face intently as my body both somehow simultaneously flexed and relaxed. “Who’s fucking you, boy?” he barked louder for emphasis. Those hips slapped harder and faster against my ass. I wasn’t sure how I was taking his cock like this, but I was. My voice responded to his prompt. “Daddy is, sir! OH FUCK!” I let out. I’d been riding the edge of discomfort, but now Sean and his cock were taking me past that to a higher, more intense pleasure. And I felt the freedom to acknowledge his older age and the power it had over me. “Man you’re a good fuck, jock boy.” He pumped harder and faster. I just wanted it. “Daddy’s gonna unload in your hot fucking hole….Unghh… Oh fuck, oh god, Big Guy, here it comes.” Sean gave me one hard thrust, freezing and letting out a loud cry and I was getting sauced good and hard inside. He wasn’t kidding about being backed up, the jizz kept on pumping in me. Hurriedly, I grabbed my dick and tugged. Even without lube, I was able to get the right friction with a couple of strokes to cross the finish line. Spurt after spurt of my own hot seed painted my chest and stomach with strips of white jizz. Our chests now both heaving, as we caught our breath and enjoyed the afterglow of a great and well-deserved fuck. As Sean was coming off his orgasm, he smiled down on me. “Damn, Jim, thanks.” He was still breathing heavily and grunting as he pulled out. My hole sealed back up, yet a drop of his seed escaped before it did and rolled down my cleft. I welcomed the break from his dick, but at the same time my insides somehow missed him already. I lowered my tired legs back down to bed. Sean stumbled back, steadying himself as he climbed off the bed. “Stay there,” he said as he went over to the bathroom and I heard the sink run. When he came back he had a washcloth that he tossed to me. I cleaned off as Sean picked up his watch to check the time. “You gotta get back right away?” he asked. “No,” I answered as I finished cleaning off the spooge from my abs and the lubey wetness from my crack. I wouldn’t have minded staying over with this handsome, older Army hunk, but I also had no such expectations from a hookup like this. Thankfully, he was on the same vibe as I was. “You can sleep here if you like. I gotta get up early though.” I nodded my agreement with a small smirk, and that made the Sergeant Major smile as he walked back to the bed and set his watch down on the nightstand. Sean lifted the covers and we both scooted under the sheets next to each other. Facing one another, our arms wrapped around one another once more. His lips met mine, softly, and we kissed as his hands explored my body. I returned the gesture, running my fingers along his hard abs and chest muscle and broad shoulders. “You getting sleepy?” He could read it in my face. Part of me could have stayed up all night talking to this man, but the day and the partying was catching up with me. I nodded. “I should text someone to let him know I won’t be back at the hotel tonight.” Sean nodded and leaned back in the bed as he watched me get my phone. He brought his fingers behind his Army buzzed head, his arms, shoulder and fuzzy chest flexing and on display. He looked so fucking sexy, even in his relaxed, post-sex state in nothing but his dogtags. “The walk of shame will be worth it, College Boy,” he said with a smile. I laughed and texted Matt a quick note. He probably could use the room to himself anyway. I set down my phone, rolling out of bed and stepping into the bathroom to piss. Sean took his turn after me, and as he crawled back under the covers to join me it was no-nonsense. Lights out and a soft growled “night” in his deep Southern drawl as his muscled arm draped over my body and gave my chest a soft pat before he rolled over for his sleep. I was maybe thirty seconds behind him. **** Sean wasn’t kidding about early. The sun hadn’t even fully risen, but the room lights and the sound of the shower woke me up. As I stirred, I saw him cover his magnificent chest and abs with his T-shirt before stepping into his jeans. He didn’t shave, so I saw how quickly the man could grow a beard. He finally noticed me awake and gave me a wink as I leaned up in bed then slid out to find my boxer briefs on the floor. I could definitely feel the dull soreness in my hole. A good sore, but sore nonetheless. I stepped into my underwear and continued to get dressed. I was waking up now. I kind of wished we were able to have sex again, and I could see he was thinking something similar. “Sorry for the early reveille, stud. Got a train to catch.” “That’s cool,” I said. I pulled my T-shirt and sweatshirt back on and stood in front of him to get one last good look. He was doing the same. “Damn, I wish I had a dude like you back in Iraq,” he said. “You deployed?” I asked, maybe stating the obvious. He nodded. “Yeah. On a two-week leave, been staying with my buddy Reg in New York. But I gotta head back tomorrow.” “That’s tough.” I said. I suddenly had a world of concern for this man I barely knew, hoping he’d be OK over in the Middle East. “I’m used to the combat. But yeah, I won’t lie, it sucks. It gets lonely as hell over there.” He gave me a serious look then smiled. “You sure know how to make a Soldier on leave happy, College Boy.” “You made me happy, too,” I said. “Man, I didn’t know if I’d go for all that last night, but that was just about the hottest sex I’ve had.” Sean smiled at hearing that. “I guess I come on pretty strong.” “Like a Soldier on leave,” I said with a sly smirk. “I liked it.” Sean smiled, and god he was so handsome. He stepped up to me, his arms around my waist once more, mine around his neck as our mouths connected, tongues battling one final time. His sandpaper-like scruff rubbed against my own morning stubble. As we parted I could tell he was hesitating to ask me something. “I know I barely know you, Jim. But if I gave you my email, would you write me? You know, give me something to think about while I’m deployed?” “I’d be honored, sir,” I said, touched at the simplicity of the request. Excitedly, he let me go as he went over and scribbled his address on the hotel stationery pad. He folded the paper and handed it to me. “Don’t worry, I’m not expecting anything from you, but it would be a kick to have a hot college baseball jock to be in touch with while I’m out in that sandbox.” “You’ll hear from me,” I answered sincerely as I took the paper. He kissed me once more and finally gave a wistful look. “Listen, I gotta go. For real.” “And I should be getting back,” I countered. I gave Sean a parting kiss. “Thank you for your service, sir, and for a wonderful night.” He walked me to the door, holding it open for me. “Thank you for making my Army-Navy weekend, College Boy,” he winked. “I hope you’ll be in touch.” “I will, sir,” I said, stepping into the hallway. “Take care.” I walked back to the hotel in the early light and freezing morning cold and tried to get back into my room without waking Matt up. My brother did tease me when he finally had to wake me up around 10, and Dad complained about my sleeping in as we showed up late to meet him and Jack for brunch before he drove me back to Charlottesville. But it was worth it. My hookup was just sex, sure, but more than I could ever remember I felt like my own man that morning and happier than I’d felt in a long time.

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