Le Private

Met him in the nearby HDB estate for coffee - KC (not his real name) looked better than his Jackd photos, sporty Chinese guy in his late 20s, looked like he was fresh out of military service, or maybe he was a regular. He was cagey about what he did for a living, and I didn’t push. We’d chatted late last night, but it was too late to meet, so we arranged to have a light breakfast together in the morning at a well-known vegetarian stall.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He had a handsome face, square jaw, and thick black plastic glasses that framed his big slightly slanted eyes. His face and arms had a golden brown tan, deeper than my own light brown shade, although his shoulders were lighter down to midway up his biceps - and he had muscly arms, but not in a bulky way. Fairly broad through the shoulders, but not as broad as me - generally well-built, lean and muscular, but smaller frame than mine.

When we finished eating we walked back to my place. From our quiet conversation he said he was horny to be fucked, and that got me horny, too - both of us were casually dressed in shorts and fitted tank tops, and I could see his hard body, t-shirt tan lines and erect nipples as well as the swell in his shorts. I couldn’t tahan and I tried a move I had seen on a Tumblr video - in the lift on the way up, I licked my index finger and slipped my hand down the back of his shorts, found his hole and pushed it in. Fuck, that drove him wild: he grunted and moaned and smiled, turning his body towards me and coming into my arms so that he was pressed against me, gasping and grunting, with my right arm wrapped around him, my finger moving inside him. Lucky no one was waiting for the lift on my floor.

I let him go so we could get out of the lift, and walked with him down the corridor to my condo. When we turned the corner to the large open space outside my apartment, he pulled out his wallet and tugged down the back of his shorts. He was wearing a jockstrap (I could see the blue straps on the back of his thighs) which framed his fair (and smooth) round bum beautifully and left his asshole bare.

I pushed him against the grille gate, and squatted down to eat out his ass. It was clean, smooth and pink, beautiful, and had a clean soap smell and a hint of musk. I didn’t rim him long. He made some really loud noises so I stopped, stood up and covered his mouth with one hand and fingered him again like before. He was quieter, but very active, bucking his ass against my hand and panting and grunting.

I pulled my finger out and ran that hand up his body under his tank top, feeling his flat abs and firm pecs - not too big and bulky, but definitely hard and developed. Took my other hand off his mouth and cupped the front of his shorts. I could feel his erection as he rubbed himself against my hand.

I let go of him. KC pulled up his shorts and stepped away from the gate, long enough for me to get out my keys and let us in. He got out of his shoes and walked in ahead of me, leaving me to padlock the gate and shut the door. When I turned around, he was bouncing on his heels.

“Where do you want me?” he said. I’d put out a couple of towels ahead of time, and I grabbed them from the dining table.

“Shower time,” I said, and just like that, KC stripped off, pulling down his shorts and jockstrap in one move that let his hard cock spring up and slap his belly. It was sizeable, uncut with a long foreskin thar extended beyond the head even when he was fully hard. He also had a nearly trimmed pubic bush, and smooth pink balls that were quite pulled up, as well as a triangular tanline (from Speedos?) that left his crotch and ass (as I had seen before) quite fair. He took off his glasses, then crossed his arms in front of him and pulled off his tank top, showing his arm pits, with a neat line of hair in each. His torso was lightly tanned, too, although it was obvious that he spent more time in the sun wearing a sleeved t-shirt. He had beautiful abs, not sharply defined, but a visible six-pack nonetheless. Nice chest, too - his nipples were a slightly darker shade of brown than his skin, and they were both tight and erect, on the outside edges of his slightly mounded pecs.

I got naked, too, and he couldn’t help himself from reaching out to stroke my own half-hard cock, already a decent size even though I wasn’t as hard as him. He let me take my clothes off, and then stepped in close to put his arms around my neck and pull me down for a kiss. KC was a good kisser, and our bodies and dicks pressed together too - made me harder. I put my hands on his bum, spreading them and making him moan even as our mouths and tongues were entangled. He pulled back and smiled at me - and I used the middle finger of one hand and ran it around the edge of his hole.

“Fuck la, make me horny only,” he said, and pumped his hips, sliding his cock against mine.

Now he was making me horny, so I took him into the guest bathroom where we showered together. We focused first on getting clean, and then we played a bit - turned out that KC’s nipples were sensitive and he moaned and groaned and panted when I played with them. I turned the shower off and stood behind him, my cock nestled against the top part of his butt crack, teasing his nipples gently and watching his cock bounce, his head against my chest, his ass rubbing against my dick.

We towelled ourselves dry and I introduced him to the chaise, sitting on the edge with my legs spread to either side, my rod sticking up in front of me.

“Warm me up?” I said, and KC got on his knees, swallowing my dick and moving his head up and down on it. I put a hand behind his head and forced him down to take more of it in, and he bravely deepthroated me, and even put up his hands to reach for my chest. I relented and let him go back to a more shallow blowjob while he teased and rubbed my nipples, looking up at me to see my reaction. That felt good, and after a while I was getting too close, so I gently eased him off my cock. I leaned back on the chaise and lifted my legs, and told KC to lick my balls and my hole.

Getting my balls licked is a turn on, but when KC rimmed me enthusiastically, I nearly shot my load. He ran his tongue around my hole, kissed it and then stuck his tongue in a bit and wiggled it around, fuck it felt good.

I was fully hard, my own foreskin slipping back off my cockhead, leaking precum. Time to fuck, I thought, but I wasn’t finished with KC yet. I stood up and fed him my rod again, this time holding his head in place as I slowly face fucked him, deeper and deeper till he gagged. Gotta show a little dominance sometimes. I let him go, and he wiped a little saliva off his chin with the back of his hand.

I squatted a bit, hooked my arms under KC’s, and lifted him right off where he was kneeling on the floor - he instinctively crossed his legs behind my back and put his arms around my neck and we kissed with me carrying him. He was strong, too, which helped. I turned around and deposited him gently on the chaise, and he let me go, sliding up the seat till he was half upright against the slanted back.

I straddled the chaise, bent over to kiss him some more, and then worked my way down his body. I felt up his muscular arms while I slurped on his tits - he was completely helpless, groaning like a wild thing, and then when I held his hands up above his head and licked his pits he lost it, moaning and writhing. I kissed my way down his abs, and grabbed his cock, holding it firmly and sliding the foreskin back and forth, milking a few drops of precum from his slit. I paused to look up at him, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.

“Please,” he said, softly and in a low voice, “please.”

I pulled down his foreskin all the way, freeing the slight mushroom of his head. His cock was pretty thin, the shaft an even thickness all the way up to where the blunt head flared out a bit. It was a dark red, swollen and firm, like an upside down strawberry. I licked up the underside of it, and across the slit, tasting the light tanginess of the bead of precum I had milked out, before taking only the head into my mouth.

KC gasped as I sucked on it like a sweet and let out a low moan as I opened my mouth wider, pressing my lips against his cock as I slid the entire length of it into my mouth. I deepthroated him, succesfully controlling my need to gag as I took him all the way into my mouth, my lips pressed against the pubes at the base.

“You better stop,” KC said, “I might cum.” When I took my mouth off his cock, I saw that his eyes were a little glazed, and he had both hands on his chest, rubbing his thumbs in small circles on his nipples.

“We cum together, ok?” I said, and KC lifted his legs high up towards his chest and spread them to either side. He reached under his thighs and spread his cheeks with his hands, holding his legs up with his forearms.

My supplies were nearby, and I quickly rolled on a condom. Before I lubed up, I squatted down to rim him, repeating the treatment that he had given me. He whimpered and moaned and groaned even more than the last time I had eaten him out, but this time we were inside so I didn’t stop.

I got the bottle of lube and lubed myself up, and then lubed him up, sticking a finger in (like before) and when I saw how much he was enjoying it (based on the animal grunting he was making), I put in another finger. I was finger fucking his ass with three fingers by the time he asked for more.

“Please,” he said, even lower than before, panting, “I want your cock inside.”

“You want me to fuck you?” I said, stroking my dick with more lube.

“Yes,” he said, desire and lust in his eyes.

“Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” he said.

“Say it louder.”

“Fuck me,” he said, louder, pleading.

“Say you want my cock.”

“I want your cock,” he said, “please. I be your bitch.” Almost begging.

I bent my knees and rubbed the condomed head of my dick against his hole. His begging was really turning me on. The thought of this manly guy, quite a hunk, demeaning himself, and I was swollen and rock hard, heavy and firm.

I wiped my lubed hand against KC’s body, resting it on his chest, and then leaned forward as I pressed into him. All the fingering had loosened him up a bit, and I slipped in fairly easily, although he was still nice and tight.

“Aaah, FUCK,” KC groaned as I forced my way past his muscle, “So big!” and then I was in. Because of the angle, I was in a sort of push-up position; my legs straight, my toes against the floor, and I braced against the chaise next to KC’s body with one hand and against his chest with the other as I bounced my dick into and out of his ass, long, deep thrusts that made him rumble low in his throat as I fucked him.

We kissed as I fucked him, me breathing heavily and him groaning as I kept up the slow, steady ploughing. When I pushed up off him, and sped up, I think I hit his spot, because he changed to a high pitched whimpering, his eyes rolled up, gripping the sides of the chaise as I fucked into him.

I was pretty horned up myself at this point, so no fancy position changes. I just stood up, pulled KC down towards the end of the chaise, and continued fucking, this time faster than before. I jacked his cock as I pumped him vigourously, hard and maybe a little rough. He was moanind softly “oh, oh, oh” as I thrust into him, and I was grunting.

I was close, and I sped up a little, slipping KC’s foreskin faster over his cock in time with my thrusts.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said, “Are you gonna cum, too?”

He wasn’t too far gone to reply, luckily.

“Yeah, yeah, YEAH CUMMING!” he said, squirting several thick ropes of cum into the air and across his abs as I pulled back his foreskin completely, held his cock still and slammed into him shooting my own load with my last few thrusts.

KC blinked a few times and looked up at me, the sense coming back into his eyes.

“So good,” he said, “I think I could cum again.”

I was still hard, but I needed a break, so I pulled out, handed KC his towel so he could wipe off the cum and sweat (yeah, we’d gotten pretty sweaty during that fuck) did the same myself, getting rid of the used condom. We went to the kitchen and I got us both some ice cold water to drink.

We both came again, together. And this time I really made him my bitch, kneeling behind him on the chaise, fucking him doggy style, and finishing with a deep slap fuck, one leg up, kneeling on one leg, as he jacked himself off while I reached around his body to tug on his tits. (More lube and a fresh condom, of course.)

I’d gotten home from the gym and lunch on Saturday when I got a message from JW (not his real name). He said he was nearby and had some time to kill - asked what I was up to. He said he could use a drink and some company.

I was feeling cute (haha, might delete later) mainly because I was pumped up from the gym, so I asked him to come over. He said ok, so I busied myself tidying up the house (my clean laundry needed to be folded). I had How I Met Your Mother on my big screen tv when the intercom sounded. I buzzed him in, and opened the front door and gate, and put my folded clothes away.

You’ll remember this guy, the 24-year-old army regular from Starting Slow. He says he’s bi, which is fine with me, since we still manage to have fun together. I call him Sergeant, since that’s what his men call him. He’s very fit because of his job (which includes some kind of physical training) and he’s so horny and active that he makes me feel like an old man, even though I’m only a few years older.

I enjoy having sex with him because he’s enthusiastic and because he’s flex. Not that I always need to get a dick in my ass, but it’s good to have the option. He also sometimes takes charge, and that’s a good change for me. I think I’m only a distraction until he gets a girlfriend, which is good since I don’t want any attachments anyway.

He was casually dressed when he came to the door, a navy gym tank top with big scoops at the neck and arms and some words on the front, over baggy basketball shorts. No sign of a tent in his shorts, but I could be patient. I got a couple glimpses of his pecs. He stepped out of his flip flops and into the house.

His short-cropped hair looked a little wet. His eyes crinkled as he smiled, shining from behind his round glasses. and I saw some sweat beading on his forehead and his exposed (and muscular) shoulders. He was perfectly tanned, whether from work or on his own I wasn’t sure, not too dark, an almost-golden brown.

“Beer me!” he said, so we went to the kitchen after I shut and locked the door. I didn’t have anything special in the fridge, and he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand before taking the can of Carlsberg from me. He threw it back, draining the whole can in one swig.

“Hot outside, huh?” I said. I got him another beer; and we plonked ourselves down on the sofa - the comedy was still going. Sergeant leaned against me: so warm, good thing I had the aircon going. He slipped his hand down to my crotch, and massaged my soft dick through my shorts, and when I turned my head to face him, he kissed me on the lips, no tongue, just a soft peck.

“C‘mon man, I want some fun,” he said.

“What’s the rush?”

“I gotta be somewhere later,” he said.

“Hot date?”

“Maybe,” he said, and looked a bit shy.

“Dirty fucker,” I said, “Play with me first then go see some girl.”

“No, lah - going to help my junior with some project.”

“Oh, so you won’t get anything from her so you come here.” I couldn’t help teasing him.

Sergeant stood up, put down his beer, fished his wallet and car keys out of his pockets, took off his glasses and came back to kneel next to me on the sofa. He lifted his shirt, showing off his smooth chest, and pulled it off over the top of his head.

He has a tattoo across the top, a word, but the best part for me are the darker brown discs in the middle of his mounded pecs. Big nipples, but not big nubs, and his were fully erect.

He grabbed his junk, so it was outlined in the fabric of his shorts. He wasn’t fully hard, but as he wagged it up and down with his hand I could see his dick flopping inside the cloth.

“How about a quick blowjob?” he said.

I cupped my own cock and balls, not as aroused as him but well on the way.

“Sure, if I get one first,” I said.

“Ok, can,” he said, letting go of his crotch and bending over, “But fast one, ok?”

I hooked my thumb in the waistband of my shorts, and pulled it down, exposing my genitalia. I tucked it behind and under my balls, and the elastic pushed up my nuts and cock.

My balls were still fairly loose, and Sergeant wrapped his hand around them, so that they were on top of his grip, my two eggs stretching the skin of my ball sack smooth. He licked them a couple of times, then pulled his fist away from my body, stretching me out. It ached, but felt good, and my cock twitched.

“You like that, huh?” he said.

He engulfed my cock in his mouth, going all the way down till his lips were brushing my trimmed pubes. He sucked, and tugged my balls - I could feel myself getting harder in his soft, wet, warm mouth. I was breathing heavily, and when he used his other hand to push up my t-shirt and finger my nipple, I gave an involuntary gasp.

He moved his head up and down, playing with my chest at the same time, and I reached out with the hand closest to him and returned the favour, fingering his tit. My other hand was busy playing with my other pec, so I was really getting turned on: both my nipples sending me sensations, a warm mouth stimulating my cock, and a gentle dull ache from the tension on my nuts.

He let them go, and the relief almost made me cum. I pushed his head gently off my dick, and he turned to me with a questioning look on his face.

“Too close, Sergeant,” I said, “Permission to suck you?”

He grinned. I took that as a yes.

My t-shirt was already halfway up my body from when he had played with my nipples, and he pulled it and together we got it off over my head. I motioned to take off my shorts, but he stopped me. He put his hands on my shoulders, and pushed me - obviously had something in mind. I let him.

He climbed off the sofa, dropped his own long shorts (he was going commando, I noticed) and got me to lie down along the sofa, considerately taking care to put my head on the padded arm. Then he straddled my head, his knees on either side of my neck, his dick and his balls right above me.

His junk was the fairest part of him. I could see the few thin long hairs on his nutsack, which was pink and pulled up, and the a few curly hairs of his sparse pubic bush stuck out over his hard rod. He was, I think, fully hard, his foreskin retracted a bit, a drop of clear precum already forming at the slit. He’s about seven inches - bigger than me. His cock is almost military - an pale colour, perfectly straight and evenly thick from base to tip, and even the flange of his cockhead was almost the same width as his shaft.

“Ready to suck?” he said, pushing his dick down from its upward erect position until it rested on my bottom lip. The precum dripped down to where my lips met, and I darted out my tongue to taste it, and then opened my mouth. He put his cock on my tongue; I felt his foreskin retract over the head as he pushed ever so slowly into my mouth.

He was in, all the way, and his balls sort of at my chin. I was enjoying this mouthful of man. I could smell him, too - not unpleasant, but definitely a bit of sweat and man musk. I sucked on him, although I’m not sure what effect it had - his head was lodged at the back of my throat, stretching it. I was doing my best to control my gag reflex, and it’s a good thing I had lots of practice.

I looked up and he was looking down at me, with a small half-smile.

“I want to fuck your face,” he said. I wasn’t sure he was asking for permission, but I did my best to nod, with the tip of his hard rod pressing against my throat. He leaned forward, and I felt my mouth empty. Not all the way: I did my best to keep his dick in my mouth. He adjusted his position, one hand on the armrest of the sofa by my head, and then he started thrusting, into and out of my mouth using his hips.. I couldn't move my head away, because it was pressed against the armrest, and I concentrated on keeping up a steady suction. Sergeant was kind - he was thrusting hard, but not too deeply. I concentrated on breathing evenly, and also found that I was producing a lot of saliva, a trail of drool going down my chin. Above my head, I could hear him quietly grunting, as he ploughed my face. I couldn't see him and as far as I knew, I was only a warm hole for him to fuck.

I put my hands up, and found his legs. I felt the muscles in his thighs, and slid my hands up, till I could feel his firm ass as it moved. I could hear and feel him becoming more intense - his grunts got louder and faster, mirroring the increasing pace of his dick in my mouth. On a whim, I slipped a finger in his crack and fingered his asshole. I don't think he was expecting that, because he suddenly stopped moving, let out a moan of release, and then I felt and tasted his cum as he unloaded in the back of my mouth. My own cock was hard and quivering. Being used was surprisingly arousing.

Sergeant got his dick out of my mouth, climbed off and I sat up. He came up to me and spontaneously kissed me on the mouth. I reached up to cup his pecs.

“That was damn good!” he said, “Did you swallow? Sorry, I didn’t …” and then he seemed to notice that he was babbling. I didn’t mind - I liked how excited and enthusiastic he was. He also seemed to notice that I was fondling his chest.

“Hey, you really like my -“ he paused mid-sentence as a soft moan rose from the back of his throat. My fingers circling his nipples must have had some effect. His hand wandered down between my legs and grabbed my dick. I didn’t want his hand down there - I wanted his mouth. (Ok, actually I wanted to fuck him, but I try not to pressure people who’ve made it clear what they want.)

I put my hand behind his head and pulled it toward my crotch, and that did the trick. I was kneeling on the sofa, on one side, facing the centre, and he sat facing me, one leg curled under him, and bent down to give my dick some attention. He held my balls (which were pulled up tighter now) and used them to guide my dick into his mouth. He gave me an intense slobbery blow job, pumping his head up and down on my cockhead and shaft with nearly the same speed and intensity that he’d fucked my face earlier. I guess I was more turned on than I thought, and it didn’t take long to bring me to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said, giving him time to react if he didn’t want to swallow, but he didn’t stop, made some satisfied mmmm-ing sounds and brought me to a solid orgasm, my hips bucking involuntarily a couple of times as I emptied my balls. He sucked me a little more after that (feels so good, my dick is so sensitive after cumming) and then sat up, giving me another smile. He snuck out his tongue to lick a little glob of jizz that had escaped to the corner of his mouth.

“Hey, ok if I shower before going off?” Sergeant said. No problem there, my guest bathroom is always ready with spare towels and soap and toiletries. He went off while I cleaned up the sofa - quick spray and wipe with disinfectant and another with furniture spray and I was good. I also tidied up, threw away the empty beer cans. When I finished, he came out of the shower, and pulled on his shorts and singlet.

Wrote this in a hurry to get this done in time - sorry it’s a bit brief. Hope you like it anyway.

I opened the door and found Sarge standing there with his shorts down around his ankles, his dick half-hard, hanging fatly down over his low-slung balls, singlet pulled up to show off his abs. He saluted.

“Sergeant JW, reporting for duty!” he said, before bursting out laughing and pulling his shirt back down. He bent over and pulled up his shorts, which barely managed to conceal his erection. I laughed myself, and let him in.

It’s a good thing my condo is on a blind corridor leading off the lift lobby. No one comes up this way unless they’re coming to my place, or they’re lost.

He’d gone into the kitchen by the time I shut the front door, and come out with a couple of open longnecks, a craft beer I’d picked up in Cold Storage. He passed me one, and stepped in close to grind his crotch against me.

“Duty, duty, duty!” he said, and laughed when I smacked his ass with my free hand.

“More like booty,” I said, and we both laughed.

We finished our beers, just chatting, and then I said I needed a shower. He’d messaged me out of the blue, said he was nearby after the gym, and I asked him to come over. He was close enough that I didn’t have time to do more than tidy up the house before he arrived. I headed for the guest shower, and to my surprise, he came with me.

I gave myself a quick scrub down in the shower, taking care to pull back my foreskin to clean under it and thoroughly wash out my ass. I dried off and stepped out, and found that Sarge was sitting naked on the toilet, leaning against the marble-tiled wall behind it, idly playing with his now-erect cock. He’d even taken off his glasses, and they were on top of the pile of his clothes on the floor beside him. I went to the sink and rinsed out my mouth with mouthwash, and when I turned back, he had his legs in the air.

Fortunately for me, I have supplies in the guest bathroom, too, so I dutifully gloved and lubed up, and slicked his hole, poking it with a finger.

“Yeah, man, gonna get pounded,” he said, and so I gave him a more thorough fingering, making him moan and gasp, finger-fucking him quite vigorously with three fingers by the end.

“C’mon,” he said, breathing heavily, “Give it to me, I want it.”

I wanted it too. Fingering my hot Army guy had made me even more turned on than before. I guided myself to his unshaven hole, and pushed my way in, using my hand that was slick with lube to jack his uncut cock. He laid his legs on my shoulders, and put his hands down to brace himself against the bowl for balance.

I went slow, taking the time to go all the way in and out, stretching him open. He took it in silence, a few manly grunts each time I pushed all the way in. I pulled fully out, watched his hole gape and wink at me.

“Put it back in,” Sarge said, “Please.” The tone of horny desperation in his plea was so different than the cocky guy who had appeared at my door. I shoved myself back in, faster this time, and got a loud groan for my effort. The groaning got louder, lower and more continuous as I fucked him, not a pounding, more a steady plough. He was still tight, but had relaxed enough that I could move smoothly about halfway in and out with each stroke. I was very comfortable at this pace - stimulating enough to be enjoyable, but slow enough that I could last for a longer time, and control myself. It wasn’t hard to slow down a bit if I got close, and it kept me moving inside Sarge’s hole.

By this time I had stopped jacking his cock, and had my arms around his legs, which were still on my shoulders. I leaned forward, forcing him to bend more, and thrust a little harder and deeper. He whimpered and then grunted again.

“Fuck, shit,” he said, tilting his head back, taking my thrusting. Then he put his arms around my neck.

“Feels good?” I said.

“Yeeaah,” he managed, and lifted his head to look at me. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and pulled out.

“Eh, don’t stop,” Sarge said.

“I need a suck,” I said, pulling off my condom.

“Blow cannot, ah?” he said, and the old Sarge was back. He sat forward and bent towards me and I fed him my cock. He slurped gratefully on the tip for a while before looking up hopefully at me.

“All the way in,” I said. He opened wider, struggled a bit and got it all the way in, his lips up against my pubes. Obedience is a turn-on for me, I can’t lie.

I pulled back my hips - Sarge stayed in position, I guess in case I was gonna face-fuck him? I put my hands on his chin, and lifted: he stood at the same time, and soon I had his face almost level with mine, our eyes locked. He actually looked a bit uncertain, so I kissed him, another peck, this time on the lips. I ran my hands across his muscular shoulders, and then turned him around.

“Bend over for me,” I said. The tank for my toilet is in the wall, so when he leaned forward, he laid his hands flat on the tiles, and stuck out his ass. He turned to look back at me.

“When we fuck doggy style, does that make me your bitch?” he said.

“No,” I said, “This isn’t doggy style - you’d have to be on all fours for that.

I moved my dick to his crack and then moved up and down a bit till I found his hole, and pushed in, not gently, but not too rough. Sarge moaned.

“And you’re not my bitch,” I said, “I like having fun with you, that’s all.” I remembered that he was sensitive about being turned into a woman, or becoming too submissive. Not an issue for me, but I guess it was important to him that he not lose himself while we were playing, and I can respect that.

He was still looking at me, but he grinned, turned to face the wall, then pumped his ass back on my dick, which made me grunt.

“I like having fun with you, too,” he said, back to his cheeky self.

I punctuated the end of that conversation with a slap on his ass, and then I set to pumping his hole in earnest. I leaned forward, taking the chance to play with his pecs and nipples, which made him moan more than the ramming he was getting, which seemed to be making him grunt in a sort of low-voiced manly way that I found quite erotic. When I slipped my hands down to between his legs, I could feel that he was pretty hard - I wanted to jack him off, but he warned me off, in between grunts, saying he was close - wanted to hold off wanking until I was closer so we could cum together. My cue to straighten up and get serious.

I had my hands on Sarge’s waist, and I basically just increased the pace, and just like that, I was closer to cumming, too.

“Hey, I’m close,” I said, and Sarge took one hand off the wall and started jerking himself off. I was going to say something smart, but before I could, he moaned and bucked his hips. I love the sound of a guy cumming, but I wasn’t quite there yet, so I pumped him a little more before I was ready to discharge my juice.

I thought Sarge deserved a bit of a treat, so I pulled out of him, got him to sit back down on the toilet, then took off my condom and jacked myself off - I was very close, so he got a very messy thick cumshot mostly on his lower belly and pubes. I got on my knees and cleaned up my own cum from Sarge’s body, and then sucked his cock (that got me some interesting noises) which wasn’t fully hard, but which was still fun. When I stood up, he grabbed my cock and pulled it to him - apparently there was still a bit of cum on my cockhead and it needed cleaning, in his mouth, of course.

Sam and I had been going out for only a couple of months when we decided that we needed a holiday away, together. Bangkok was an easy choice. Sam told his family a white lie about going away with some friends, and we both applied from leave from our jobs, to coincide with a public holiday, so we could schedule a trip for the resulting four day long weekend.

It was an easy-going trip: we had nothing planned, but had plenty of advice on where to go, what to eat, and things to do. It was really Sam’s holiday. He had plans - buy funky t-shirts at the Chatuchat market, say prayers at the Erawan shrine - and I was accompanying him. We’d both been to Bangkok before, for Songkran, and we were no strangers to the delights of DJ Station and the gay/gogo bars nearby, but this was our first time together.

Sam was a different person in Bangkok. He laughed more, and seemed to speak louder. He didn’t worry about being seen with me, and he paid me a lot of attention, even trying to carry my luggage as well as his own - that was funny, he almost fell over. Even on the way over to the hotel, he was more affectionate: nothing too obvious, but he leaned against me in the airport shuttle, stood very close to me when we registered at reception, and sort of snuggled against me in the lift up to our room. It was like he couldn’t bear not to be in contact. It was nice.

Our hotel room was on a high floor, and had a giant window right next to the bed, with an unblocked view of the city. Sam and I had put our bags down and explored the room (free coffee and tea, and a minibar!), then he had grabbed some things from his bags gone to the toilet. I stayed by the window - I liked the view. I could just about make out people in the distance, tiny dots, going about their business. My viewing was interrupted - I felt a hand in the small of my back, and when I turned, I saw that Sam had changed into his swimming trunks.

Sam looked really good - he preferred the very brief Speedo cut, and his trunks were bright red. He looked like a Japanese porn star: tall, smooth, fair and moderately broad-shouldered, not exactly twinky but not far off, with slightly mounded pecs and surprisingly dark, small nipples, and a faint treasure trail that led to a dick that was small and cute when soft, but which grew into a hefty club when hard, narrow at the base tapering out to a big blunt head - the balls which hung under it were also big, so Sam’s junk was my favourite toy. That junk filled out his trunks very nicely, which might explain why I found myself getting a little turned on.

“Want to go for a swim?” he said.

“Sounds good,” I said, and tried to step past him to get my swim things, but he stopped me.

“I need some help first,” Sam said. I was concerned.

“What kind of help?” I said.

“You can help me show Bangkok how well my boyfriend sucks my cock,” he said. He pulled me in close for a rough kiss before putting a hand on my shoulder. He pushed down. This take-charge Sam was a change from his usual self: I liked it. I took his physical instruction, going down till I was half-kneeling, half-sitting on the ground, both of us side by side in front of the window, with Sam facing me.

Sam’s groin was at eye level, and he put his hands on his hips as I pulled down the front of his red swimming briefs, sliding my hands to pull down the waist band on either side so that the whole thing slipped down to rest on his thighs, under his butt. His dick wasn’t hard at all, a pale brown worm in a nest of straggly pubes, but I knew I could fix that.

I kissed his belly button, sliding my tongue down his flat stomach, tracing his snail trail, kissing him right above the base of his cock. He exhaled a sigh as I lifted his dick up to kiss his big balls. I sucked them - they were hanging loose - and then kissed his flaccid cock, slipping my tongue into the opening of his foreskin to brush against the slit. He stiffened, and I took him into my mouth, all of him, so that I could feel him growing as I sucked gently on him.

When he had stiffened more, I took him out of my mouth, and held him up so that I could lick up from the base where it met his balls all the way to the tip. He’d grown nicely: Sam’s club was fully in evidence, and his foreskin had retracted enough that the tip of his dickhead was peeping out, fierce and red. I concentrated on servicing my boyfriend, momentarily aware that the two of us would have been perfectly framed in the window. I let saliva fill my mouth so I could slurp on his rod, a sloppy blowjob, and when Sam gasped, I sucked wetly on his balls, first one then the other, while I jacked his cock.

He let out a low moan, and when I looked up, I saw that he had one hand on his chest, fingering a nipple, while he had his other hand behind him, fingering his hole I guessed. I took him back into my mouth, and moved my head back and forth, then held still while Sam took over and fucked my face. He put both his hands behind my head, held me gently still as he pushed his big cock in and out of my mouth, while I did my best not to gag. We’d done this before, so Sam managed not to push too far in or too hard.

“Cannot, cannot,” he said, “I cannot,” and then he backed away, pulling himself out of my mouth. He pulled his trunks down all the way, and I got to see his dick bounce when he stood back up, and then he stepped out of them, turned around and backed up so that I had access to his ass. He bent forward a bit, and used his hands to spread his cheeks.

I could see his asshole, a pink rosebud behind a bramble of wiry hairs. I bent forward to kiss it, and Sam moaned again, and he ground his ass gently back against me as I tongued his hole, letting the tip of my tongue flick around the edge of it before pressing against the centre. I lapped at it with the flat of my tongue, and kissed it again, almost frenchkissing his pucker. I felt tightening and loosening as I did so, and he was gasping and moaning from my rim job.

When he stepped away from me and straightened up, I saw that he was sweating, even though the room’s air conditioning was pretty cold.

“Enough?” I said, still on my knees on the floor.

“Fuck, no,” Sam said, in his low voice. “Now you gotta fuck me.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I went to my bags and got a condom and a couple of sachets of lube out (I had come prepared, of course) and when I got back to the window, Sam was waiting, naked and kneeling. He undid the buttons of my jeans, and tugged them down enough that he could slide my boxer briefs down, too. He didn’t have to do too much, since I was already half-hard from sucking and rimming him before.

He jacked my cock a little, polished the head, and then took the condom and lube from me. He sucked on my cockhead, getting me hard, while he ripped open the condom, and then he rolled it on my waiting erection. He squirted some lube onto it, once I was gloved up, and then reached behind him to lube himself up, and then he stood up, bracing with both hands against the picture window, jutting his small but firm butt out at me.

I spread him open with my thumbs, bent my legs a bit and placed my tip at his opening. He turned his head to one side, and we kissed. Sam moaned into my open mouth as I pushed into him, and I stopped when I got to his ring. He was so tight. I backed up, pushed in again, and then pushed in again - stopped another time, then backed up a little, and pushed in all the way, forcing my way into him till I was in deep. He turned back towards the window, and I put my hands on his hips. I started slow, almost all the way out till only the head was in, and then in all the way, feeling again the resistance when I hit his ring. A few more slow thrusts, Sam moaning low and soft all the time, and finally he was loosened up enough that I felt like I could go faster.

I sped up a bit, and then realised that Sam was pushing back against me.

“Harder,” he said, and I obliged, in deeper, more shallow strokes but faster and harder. I pressed myself against his back, had my hands on his chest, his nipples firm and erect under my fingers. I brushed them and played with them, kissed the side of his neck, and Sam responded, bucking back against me. I moved a hand down, explored his junk, and found that he was even bigger and harder than before, dripping precum. Sam always got good and hard with a dick in his ass, and he often stayed hard the entire time I rammed him.

I jacked him as I pumped into him, and Sam made even more noises, low grunting as he took the hard fucking I was giving him.

“Bastard,” he said, “Fuck me so good.”

“You like it, right?” I whispered into his ear.

“Fuck la,” he said, in between grunts, “Make me so slut.”

That turned me on even more. I straightened up, had one hand on his waist, and Sam held still while I ploughed him hard. I grabbed his hair and pulled, and he tilted his head towards me, arched his back to thrust his ass towards me. I went faster, feeling myself rising.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK,” he called out, as I hammered him, my body slapping into him with a loud sound from the force of the thrusting.

He put one hand down from the glass, and jerked himself off, managing to moan “CUMMING,” before I felt him tightening around me in several hard pulses, as he let go of his control and unloaded, spraying against the glass and down onto the hotel room carpet. That was enough to set me off, and I felt my hips bucking involuntarily as I came too, pumping out into his ass.

When I finished, I thrust a couple more times, and then pulled out. Sam straightened back up, turning away from the window - I could see the two smears where his hands had been, a dribble of cum down the bottom of the window, and some droplets and strings of cum already drying on the carpet. I delicately took my condom off: it wasn’t entirely clean, because Sam hadn’t had time to clean himself out completely before we fucked.

It’s funny how sexual desire can override nervousness. I mean, there we were, about to have a foursome (well, two twosomes, really) and all I could think about what how much I wanted a piece of my handsome muscular Thai masseur’s bubble butt. Plus, my very manly then-boyfriend Sam was about to be ploughed by a cute twinky guy with a huge horse cock, and you would think that would have made me feel odd, but all I felt, really, was extremely horny. I think the massage helped: physically, I was pretty relaxed. And the manhood massage had worked wonders, turned me on bigtime, and frankly, watching the two masseurs prep themselves and each other while groping and jacking Sam was also a turn on.

The logistics of four people fucking on two connected massage beds turned out to be not quite as complicated as I expected. It helped, I suppose, that Moo and Tee were obviously practiced professionals. I wondered if they’d done this before. Tee guided Sam, so that he was lying on one massage bed, with his legs in the air and his butt on the long edge, facing Tee. Moo helped to get me into position, lying on my back on the same massage bed as Sam, parallel to him but facing in the opposite direction, so that my head was in line with Sam’s ass.

Moo climbed on the bed, straddled me and slowly lowered himself into a squat, spearing his ass onto my dick, using his hand to guide it into his hole. It slipped in, a little at first, and then I hit his ring, and then he stopped. He bobbed up and down a couple of times, maybe getting used to my cockhead against the tightest part of his ass, and then went down steadily till he was sitting on me, my cock as far in him as it would go.

Instead of moving up and down, he adjusted his position so that he was kneeling on either side of me, instead of squatting over me. He leaned back a little, fully hard, and jacked on his cock, stroking it up and down, knowing that I was watching him. As he did so, he occasionally tightened his ass, clenching tight around me and then letting go. He grinned down at me, and switched into a double biceps pose, showing off the tufts of hair in his armpits, and then he flicked his own nipples with both hands, his cock flicking up and down when he clenched on me. It was oddly erotic.

After giving me that treatment for a while, he put hands on his knees, still leaning back, and then rocked, slowly moving himself on me. It was slow, and gradual, but it felt good - his ass was nice and tight, too, and the low intensity of being ridden suited me fine.

I could let my attention wander, and I turned my head to the side. Tee was still fingering Sam, who was writhing a bit in pleasure, bucking his hips a little. I tilted my head up, enough to see the immense length and girth of Tee’s cock, wrapped in latex and shiny with lube. It looked even bigger from where I was, probably because I was so close. Moo continued rocking on me, and bent forward to put his hands on my chest, gently fingering my nipples and squeezing my pecs softly, and I looked back up at him.

I heard Sam groan loudly, and turned my head again, to see that part of Tee’s cock was in Sam’s hole. I couldn’t see the point of entry, but Tee was big enough that he was still some distance from the massage bed. Tee moved excruciatingly slowly, giving Sam time to get used to his dick, and Sam stayed completely still, only making noises that I hoped meant that he was enjoying it. Hearing the loud groans that Sam was making combined with Moo rocking my cock in his hole and the tingling from my nipples from getting stroked, that felt so good. I lay back to enjoy it.

When the noises Sam was making changed, I turned to look. Tee had obviously managed to ease all the way in, and now he was going slowly, pulling out almost all the way, and then pushing back all the way in. Sam’s groaning had gotten softer, but more guttural: fitting, since he was probably feeling Tee all the way in his gut. I was close enough that I could hear the sound of Tee sliding in and out. At that point, Moo took my hands, and pinned them up on either side of my head, so that my pits were exposed, and then braced against them. He was in a more vertical position on my dick, and he took the opportunity to ride it more vigorously, faster and harder than before. I closed my eyes to feel the sensation more fully, even as I heard Tee switch to shorter thrusts, and Sam started grunting.

I did wonder what it would feel like to have that massive cock inside of me: if I was in a different mood, I might have wanted to take a turn after Sam. But at the moment, I was in full top mode, even though I was letting Moo do all the work. I decided that had to change, so I opened my eyes. When I met Moo’s eyes, he leaned forward to kiss me, slowing down the movement of his ass on my dick.

A little kissing, and then I gestured for Moo to get off. I stood up, feeling how big and swollen my own cock was: not nearly as big as Tee’s, but I was pretty turned on. I slid forward on the massage bed, until I was sitting on the edge of the combined massage tables, the opposite edge to the one that Sam was getting rammed on. I could feel the bed moving under me, as Tee’s thrusts got more vigorous. Moo stood in front of me, unsure what to do, and I pulled him close, close enough for me to get his nipples in my mouth: they were big, the biggest nipples of all of us in the room, and when I rolled my tongue around one, Moo moaned. He was hard, too, still, and he reached for his cock, but I grabbed it instead, switching to suck hard on his other nipple like it was a sweet, while pulling and pushing on his dick. He must have enjoyed it, because I felt him sort of collapse against me, leaning on me and gasping.

I climbed off the bed, and bent down to put his cock in my mouth: we’d already tipped the boys, but there wasn’t any reason why I couldn’t give him a little pleasure - plus, I like sucking cock. Moo put his hand on the back of my head, but didn’t push down, only stroked my hair. I didn’t suck him for too long, because bending over is an uncomfortable position, but I did like the soft whimpering he made when I sucked him. He looked even harder when I let his dick go, and I realised that he had been fingering a nipple with his free hand. He complied when I stepped around him and bent him over the massage bed so that his beautiful ass was pointing right at me. His hole was creamy with churned up lube, and red from riding on me. I asked him where the lube was, and he pointed to where he’d put it down before. I squirted some more on his hole, and then spread his legs so I could stand between them.

Tee saw what I was doing, and he pulled out of Sam, too, and maneuvered Sam into a similar position, so that Sam was bent over, braced on the bed with his palms, facing me. Sam grinned up at me, and then grimaced when Tee shoved himself back in.

“Not gonna do this again,” Sam said, and then huffed and puffed, panting as Tee fucked him, more slowly this time. “Can’t take much more.”

I entered Moo. This time was easier than before but he was still nice and tight. Moo moaned a little bit, as I fucked him, and when I went harder, he got louder. I bent over, my body against his back, thrusting quickly but shallowly, and put my hand over his mouth, which made him lower his volume a bit. Sam was either uncomfortable or enjoying it - he was bucking his hips, writhing his body, and pushing back against Tee, who had one hand in the small of Sam’s back, and another on Sam’s waist, with a look of concentration on his face. Sam had one hand in his own crotch - I think he was jacking himself off, judging from the sounds that Sam was making.

I straightened up, thrusting slowly but steadily into Moo, who had settled for making short grunts with each thrust. Sam straightened up, too, moving a little forward till the front of his thighs wee against the edge of the bed, pointing his cock up in the air as he jerked off, while Tee pummelled his ass hard from behind. I got to see Sam’s orgasm face as he crinkled up his eyes and yelled, shooting several times high into the air before tilting his dick down and milking the remaining dribble onto the massage bed.

“Okay, enough,” he said, pushing Tee with his free hand, and he continued to stroke his cock slowly as Tee pulled out of him. Tee smiled - sweat was dripping down his slender body. He pulled off his condom: shit, it was big, and tilted his hip, as though offering his cock to Sam. Sam moved behind Tee, and put both his hands on Tee’s cock (from behind) and wanked the smaller Thai guy.

I thought I should finish, too, so I really put my back into it, hammering Moo’s round ass, making it bounce each time my body slammed into it. I found the slapping sound incredibly sexy, too, and that helped me get closer. I was actually sweating myself, and Moo added to the situation by moaning, more loudly this time - it sounded like he was enjoying it, though. It didn’t take long for me to get to the point where I was close.

“I’m going to cum soon,” I said, out of courtesy to Moo.

“Shoot in my mouth,” Moo said, which sounded incredibly hot. At that moment, Tee gasped quietly and shot his load, onto the massage bed alongside the jizz that Sam had deposited there. I remember thinking that it wasn’t a very big load, but he might have cum multiple times that day already, I didn’t know.

I sped up, getting ready to unload myself, and when I was very very close, I pulled out of Moo. Moo straightened up quickly, turned around and squatted down in front of me, closing his eyes and opening his mouth. I had to concentrate not to lose control, and I whipped off my condom just in time to wrap my hand around my dick and position my cock in front of his open mouth. I managed one stroke, back towards myself, pulling my foreskin back a little before I lost control, shooting my entire load perfectly into Moo’s mouth. He opened his eyes, and then took my cock into his mouth, milking it with his lips and sucking out the last of my load. When he let go, he smiled at me, and then let my cum dribble out of his mouth and down his face. I guess he didn’t want to swallow.

Tee and Moo took us both into the shower, turned it on, and then stepped out, returning with fresh towels which they put aside. They did a very thorough job of cleaning us up, soaping us till we were all lathered up, and rinsing it off - not a trace of massage oil on either one of us, and then Moo and Tee dried us off with the fresh towels and wrapped them around us. Sam and I got dressed while Moo and Tee showered quickly, and they came out wrapped in towels, too. Moo told us that we could leave, and that he and Tee would stay behind to clean up the room.

Sam and I headed out, hearing some interesting sounds from the other massage rooms that we passed along the way. As we exited, we walked past another group of what looked like Singaporeans, four of them, who were being entertained by the same handsome Thai host in the front room. I think I recognised one of them from the clubs in Singapore.

Got to my place, and was relaxing over dinner when I got a message from another FB of mine. He was free, and in the mood, so I asked him to come by.

SS is pretty hot: Chinese guy, about my age, used to be a commando in NS (which is where I met him, all those years ago). Not that I was a commando - but we had some mutual friends. Even though he has a slender face, quite an intellectual look with his glasses, if you saw his body you would think he could take someone on in a fight. All these years later, he’s just one of those super-fit guys, you know? Not bulky or overly-built, but has a really firm, taut body.

That body was very much in evidence when I opened the door to him. He was simply dressed, in an ordinary pair of blue jeans and a white cotton v-necked t-shirt that clung to him like a second skin. I could almost make out his abs through it.

I was wearing only my boxer briefs myself - had stripped down to them to have dinner because I was kinda sweaty (it’s hot!) and didn’t bother getting changed. I could feel myself getting more excited as I looked at him while I unlocked the gate.

We bumped fists after he kicked off his shoes, and stepped into my apartment.

“Have you eaten?” I said.

“I’ll get something on the way back, later,” he said. “You want to shower first?”

“Shower with me, la,” I said, and SS peeled off his clothes. He’s always been very unselfconscious about nudity. He was also not turned on at all, judging by the smallness of the bulge in the front of his white briefs, and even when he took them off, he was small and soft in the front, hanging down under his bushy pubes. His butt, on the other hand, was small, rounded and firm, almost muscular. He stepped past me after he deposited his clothes, his glasses and his watch on the dining table, and I couldn’t resist grabbing one of his firm globes. He stopped, and I stepped up to him, and he turned his head so we could kiss. He’s a little shorter than me, which makes him about average height, and he turned his body towards me, and into mine, putting his arms around me. We kissed some more, my hand kneading his ass, and when he stepped away, I saw that he’d stiffened up a bit, and his balls had pulled up against his body.

SS is neither a grower, or a shower, and even when he’s hard he’s not very big. That’s not a bad thing: he’s an easy suck. He’s also very responsible to being touched and played with, so he groaned when I stroked his cock, and then groaned some more when I gently groped his balls. Another thing I like about SS is that he’s not passive: he returned the favour by groping my own semi-hard cock through the front of my boxers. He must have taken my lack of moaning as a sign that he should do more, and he pulled down the waist of my boxer briefs and bent over to take my cockhead into his mouth. He expertly manipulated it with his lips and tongue, sucking and licking it, and I couldn’t help but gasp. He let it go, and favoured me with a smile.

I took him into the shower, where I peeled off my underwear so we could have a bit of a play as we got clean. There’s lots you can do with soap and water and a willing friend, especially one who likes physical contact as much as SS, so we touched and groped and rubbed our bodies together, and kissed and hugged and eventually got out and got dry.

SS got on the chaise first, sitting right on the edge, and then lying back down, lifting his legs in the air and playing with his nipples. He was fully hard, and I couldn’t resist the urge to suck on him a bit, before working my way down to lick out his ass. He squirmed when I rimmed him, until finally he managed to croak out in a low voice.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” he said.

I had my supplies nearby, so it took me no time at all to roll on a condom and lube us both up, and SS spread his legs wide as I pushed slowly into him. He leaned forward to play with my nipples as I pumped his tight hole slowly but surely, feeling him relax and loosen as I went.

“Shiok, ah,” he said, and then laid back and groaned and moaned as I continued to fuck him. He played with himself as I thrusted, going faster, and then when he said he wanted to cum, I got a little more aggressive and we managed to cum together, with SS spattering his cum on his very defined abs while I pumped my load out into my condom inside him.

I pulled out, got rid of the condom, and SS wiped himself clean with the towel he’d used. SS said he was hungry, so we got dressed again (I put on some shorts and a t-shirt) and went out to a nearby coffee shop so he could get food. We talked while we ate, about our mutual friends and what they were up to, and then he put his hand on my lap under the table and groped my crotch.

“Another round?” he said, and I was definitely ready.

“Come with me,” SS said.

He got up and walked away around the corner, then led me to a nearby multistorey car park. I don’t normally do this kind of thing, but SS seemed to know what he was doing, and we went up in the lift (with his hand still massaging my cock through my shorts) and on the top floor, found a quiet corner, behind a broad pillar. He pushed me back against it, and pulled down my shorts, and squatted to give me head. That was hot - I kept an ear out, but there was really nobody up there, even though it was fairly brightly lit. I tried to keep quiet, but he was good, so good, warm and wet, and when he bobbed his head up and down on my cock I had to control myself not to shoot my load. I pushed him off, and he grinned up at me and licked some excess saliva off his lips.

SS put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a condom that he must have palmed from the house, and produced a tube of lube from the other pocket. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them and his undies a ways down, then rolled the condom on me, and squirted lube on his hand to lube me up (I was fully hard) before smearing some between his cheeks. He backed up on me, his hand behind me to guide me into his hole, and I just braced myself against the pillar as he sort of twerked against me, impaling himself on my boner. I gotta say I found the whole thing very hot - his soft grunts as he worked his hole on my cock sounded very loud in the empty car park, and I tried as hard as I could not to make any noise.

SS stopped moving when we heard a car driving up, and he pulled up his jeans and I pulled up my shorts (difficult to tuck away my hard cock!) and we stayed very still until we heard the driver get out and leave. That was too much excitement for us, so we went back to my place. Because we were so horned up, we almost didn’t get in - he leaned against the wall outside my front door, and offered to let me fuck him some more (I was still wearing a condom) but I thought we’d have more fun and comfort indoors so he said “okay, let’s go inside”.

Once we were in there, we got naked and I sat on the sofa while he bounced on my cock some more, first facing away from me, then squatting on me facing me, till we were both dripping with sweat. He got on his knees on the floor, put his glasses aside (he’d kept them on, earlier) with the upper part of his body on the seat of the sofa, and I knelt behind him and doggy-fucked him - bent over to finger his nipples, which were hard and erect - and then straightened up to finish hard, with SS jacking himself off and dribbling onto the floor, and me shooting my second load of the night into my condom. He turned around and sat on the floor (on his cum, I think) and pulled off my sheath and sucked me - that felt good, and a little painful, because I was sensitive from just having cum - but he did a good job cleaning me off. I picked up one of the towels that we’d left lying around from before and wiped up the mess on the floor, disposed of the condom, and then we had another shower to clean up, less playing this time, but also lots of kissing.

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