Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2005 18:37:21 +1200
From: roorilguy@hotmail.com
Subject: The Coach Volunteers

The Coach Volunteers

By roorilguy

My name is Kerry Smith and I am the coach at the local high school.

I just walked into my house with my son Dean beside me with a very big smile
on his face. I had a glow about me that I would learn over time comes from
having the seed of 16 guys still swilling around inside your guts. I was on
cloud nine, my wife greeted me with the usual banter about my day and "how
did the coaching session go this afternoon?" All my son and I could do was
smile and say, "The session went great".

So how did I find myself in this predicament? Just twenty-four hours ago my
14-year-old boy was telling me about how anxious he and his teammates were
about having their first annual physical before the rugby season started. I
had organized for the local doctor to come to the gym after school the next
day so that he could talk to the boys about their health and do the entire
teams physicals.

You see I was a jock in my high school and college days and I had forgotten
what it was like to line up for your first physical examination. All the
older jocks telling you how bad it was going to be and knowing that you were
going to have to let it all hang out in front of a complete stranger. In
fact I come from a family of six boys and I had gotten so used to being
naked in front of my brothers and peers it never occurred to me that it
would be a problem for my son, an only child.

"Some of the older guys have said that he will need to check out my penis
and stuff" Dean said. "Is that true Dad?"

"Yeah he will have to, but there is no need to worry, he's just checking to
see that everything is OK" I said, knowing full well this would not make it
any easier, but trying to sound reassuring.

"Dean, if you want to play rugby in high school and college your gonna have
to get used to it."

"Yeah I know Dad but all the guys in the team are scared shitless".

"Look, you have nothing to worry about, I'll be there the whole time." I
said reassuringly.

"Yeah I know and that's what worries me" he replied.

"Dean, I have seen you with no clothes on before, I changed your diapers for
god sake".

"Yeah I know but this is different".

"I'll make you a deal, I will talk to the Doc about you and the rest of the
team and let him know that you are all nervous about your first physical and
see if he can talk with you all beforehand".

So Dean went away none the happier but at least I had a better understanding
about how big a deal this was for him and his mates.

The next day I called the doctor and told him about Dean and his team mates
and he said he fully understood and would come down to the school gym a
little earlier and have a chat with the boys.

So I went about my normal day and headed for the gym about 4:30pm to meet
the Doc. The local doctor was Mike Davis a young married man in his late
twenties who had come home to join his father's medical practice after he
had finished medical school and some time in a major city hospital.

He was waiting outside the gym main entrance when I arrived and greeted me
with a warm smile and a hearty handshake. He followed me inside the gym and
I showed him where he could set up to do the physicals. The gym had a sick
bay that looked like a doctors rooms including examination table. I left him
to it and went to my office and said if he needed me I would be next door in
my office. About 10 minutes passed and there was a tap on the door and
Mike's head came around my office door.

"Sorry to interrupt Coach but when was the last time you had a physical?" he
asked.

"I'm not sure, not for a while, why?" I asked.

"Well Coach I have an idea" the Doc said.

So he went on to explain his plan. "The best way to set these boys minds at
rest is to show them what's involved" I listened intently to him. "So if you
wouldn't mind I could use you as a real life model and do a physical on you
in front of the team and show them what's involved and explain at each step
what I am checking for".

Was he serious? He wanted me to get naked in front on 15 fourteen year olds,
one being my very own son, so he could show them how he will perform a
physical. I was beginning to understand exactly how Dean and his friends
were feeling.

Mike and I talked about it for a while and he convinced me this was a good
way for us to show the team how painless the process was. Mike then left me
to clean up and shower before my first physical in a very long time.

I was quite proud of my body, at 34 years of age I was in as good a physical
shape as I was in my early twenties. I had one of those body types that
seemed to fit with the rugby stereotype. 6 feet tall, stocky build with a
large chest. My chest was covered in a thick coat of dark brown hair that I
had started to sprout very early in my teens. You could say I was an early
bloomer. I was also quite proud of the 8 1/2 inches of prime man meat that
my wife liked to regularly take to the hilt but at this very moment it was
very small as my anxiety was building in anticipation of my "modeling" role.

I finished up in the shower and put on my sweats and joined the Doctor in
the sick bay.

"All ready to go coach?" Mike asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be" I replied with a sarcastic grin.

"Hey it's not that bad coach, remember you will be doing a great service for
these young guys, some of them have probably never even seen their fathers
naked so they have no idea how they're going to develop"

I followed the Doc out to the main gym area and unlocked the main doors to
find 15 very nervous young men anxiously awaiting their fate. I looked at
Dean and immediately started to panic, what would he think of me standing
there naked in front of all his mates. I pulled him aside as the other boys
filed past.

"Dean, the doctor has asked me to help out this afternoon"

"Oh great, just what I needed", he looked as though he was about to run.

"No Dean, he wants me to help show you guys what a physical involves, if you
don't feel comfortable with his plan, just let me know and I won't go
through with it" he looked a little puzzled but raced on in to meet with his
team mates.

"OK guys, before we get under way I want you all to shower and change in to
shorts and tee shirts, I want you clean before the Doc starts his talk" I
said, and off they all went to the showers.

I made my way over to the doctor who was going through some notes "Doc, I'm
not so sure about this, my son Dean is part of the team and I don't want to
embarrass him"

"Don't worry coach, you have nothing to be embarrassed about, your in great
shape and look, if any of the boys are not comfortable with this, I'll tell
them they are free to drop by the practice for a private appointment"

So here I was standing in front of 15 hormonal teenagers not even
comprehending what the Doc was saying to them.

"Coach spoke to me this morning about today's physicals and explained that a
few of you guys are feeling a little nervous about the examinations" he
started. "So I have asked Coach to help me demonstrate the procedure and
take the opportunity to explain some of the changes that are taking place
with your bodies, this means that coach is going to need to be naked during
the procedure, does anyone have a problem with this?"

There was a stunned silence, then some shifting in their seats then some
chatter.

I moved over to where Dean was sitting and quietly asked, "are you OK with
this Dean" he stared me straight in the eye and said.

"Sure Dad, if you are".

I was speechless, in a split second he had gone from being a nervous wreck
to almost excited.

"Some of the guys have commented on how they wish they had a body like you,
they have even asked me what you look like under your clothes"

I was stunned; my own son had been discussing my body with his teammates.

I went back to my place out in front of the team, the Doc asked the team if
anyone wanted to leave and call in at his practice for a private exam. The
room was silent. He then asked two of the boys to wheel the examination
table out of the sick bay and bring it in to the smaller coaching rooms. All
the boys then followed in an orderly manner out of the main gym and into the
smaller coaching rooms.

"Well I guess, that means everyone is OK with this" the Doc said "lets set
the table up in front and you boys bring your chairs in a little closer so
you can all see."

I followed in a bit of a daze after locking the main gym and then the
coaching room doors. There was an air of anticipation, like young animals
waiting for their prey, I felt more nervous than I had ever been in my life.
Dean came up beside me, "Dad, don't look so scared" the shoe was definitely
on the other foot.

"If you would like to come on up to the front coach we can begin" the Doc
said

"OK boys" he continued "if anyone has a question at any stage please feel
free to ask, you don't have to put your hand up we won't stand on formality,
this is an opportunity for you to learn as much as you can about your body"

The doc then gestured for me to take my shirt off and there was an audible
gasp from some of the boys. I looked at Dean, and he was smiling from ear to
ear.

"Man you are hairy coach" one of the boys said, some of the others started
to laugh, I felt about two inches tall.

"Now come on guys" the doc stepped in "we've all seen a hairy chest before".

A hand went up in the back row. It was Paul Wilkins, a very close friend of
my sons.

"Yes son, do you have a question?" the doc asked.

"How come some guys have hairy chests and some don't, does it mean you are
more of a man if you have chest hair?" Paul asked.

"That's a good question" the doc continued "It's a matter of genetics, if
the men in either your mother's or father's family have hairy chests then it
is likely you will have a hairy chest, and no it doesn't make you more of a
man. I myself don't have a hairy chest but I can assure you my wife is just
as happy as coaches wife is"

The boys seemed satisfied with this and we carried on.

"If you would like to remove your shorts coach we can get on with the
class," the doc said.

I was in a complete daze by this stage and just followed the instructions
that the doctor gave me. You could have heard a pin drop when I straightened
up in front of the team of boys, every pair of eyes including the docs were
on my cock. I noticed a few boys in the audience casually adjust themselves
without taking their eyes off me.

Without thinking I adjusted myself and casually pulled on my foreskin. Sam
Dale the young halfback on the team then spoke.

"Doesn't that thing get in the way?" I looked down at my dick, puzzled.

"I think he means your foreskin coach," the doctor said speaking directly to
me.

"How many of you guys still have your foreskin in tact?" the Doctor asked.

One lone hand went up, it was Dean. I was astounded, I had casually noticed
while passing through the locker room and showers that there was a
predominance of circumcised boys in the school but I didn't realize that my
son was the only uncircumcised boy in the team, no wonder he was showering
at home after practice. I just thought he was shy because he was an only
child.

"Well the only difference between your penis and coaches and Dean's is that
they still have their foreskin intact" the doc told the boys.

"But I heard it is dirty" one boy piped up.

"Yes you do need to take more care, however there is no more reason that a
uncircumcised penis would be dirty than say someone who doesn't wash between
their toes and has smelly feet" doc explained.

"How do you pee with that, doesn't it get in the way?" one boy asked

"But it looks so weird" asked another.

The questions kept coming.

"Well the easiest way to explain is if we could ask coach to show you" the
doctor interrupted.

I was speechless, was he asking me what I think he was asking me? Did he
want me to show these 15 young men how I could skin my foreskin back. I
looked at Dean, and his eyes were on my dick, I don't know what made me do
it but my hand came up to my dick and I took it in my hand and began to skin
back the hood until the entire head was exposed. Once again some of the boys
started shifting in their seats. The doc moved closer and extended his hand
and replaced mine with his. I gasped at his touch.

"As you can see, other than this hood of skin, coaches penis looks exactly
the same as yours" the doc said talking to the boys in the team.

"If you would like to take a closer look then come in a bit closer" he
continued.

All 15 boys including my son leapt out of their seats and rushed in to take
a closer look. I felt the blood rush to my face with embarrassment.

While the Doc was showing the boys he demonstrated how easy it was to cover
and retract my foreskin. I felt the blood rush from my face to my dick in an
instant. I had to do everything I could to stop my self from boning up. But
I definitely felt my penis expand and so to did the doc and he pulled his
hand away when he realized what was happening. He put his hand on my
shoulder and whispered to me "Sorry about that coach, got a little carried
away with the demo there" he smiled.

The boys reluctantly returned to their seats. The questions began in
earnest:

"How come some guys don't have much pubic hair yet?"

"Will my penis get as big as coaches?"

The doc answered each question honestly and without hesitation mostly they
were about genetics, and then the question I was dreading came.

"Is the size of a soft penis an indication of how big a stiffy someone would
have?"

There was a giggle from the back row and the Doc just took it in his stride
and said "well no actually, the size of the flaccid penis is no indication
of the size of the erect penis, some men I have examined have had remarkably
small penises when flaccid but they grow to be quite large and I have seen 6
inch flaccid penises that don't grow any bigger when hard".

This made me wonder just how many hardons the Doc had been witness to. But
the next question snapped me out of my quandary.

"Is Dean's penis big because his Dad's penis is so big?" Paul Wilkins asked.

The doc stopped and looked back at me and smiled, "Well, yes, as you can
see, the coach has quite a large flaccid penis and it is likely that he
would have passed this on to his son".

"Cool" Paul said with a smile.

The Doc then moved the conversation on to the testicles, and asked me to
raise my flaccid penis out of the way so the boys could see the large set of
balls hanging between my legs. He then started to explain their purpose. He
then went on to tell the boys that they should be examining themselves on a
regular basis for signs of trouble. He explained that he would examine them
each during their physical and them told the group that he would demonstrate
how, on me.

I took a deep breath as the doctor took my balls in his hand while
explaining to the boys what he was checking for. He then looked me straight
in the eyes and said "everything looks fine here coach, mind if I let the
boys have a feel so they know what to look for?"

I must have had a look of terror on my face but he didn't miss a beat and
turned to the team.

"OK boys would you like to line up, coach has agreed to let anyone that
would like to examine his testes" I was mortified. It was when the boys
suddenly rushed into line including my boy Dean that I thought, well if
these guys are that curious I might as well go with the flow.

I was about to have 15 pairs of hands playing with my balls, when the Doc
said to the group.

"Well guys, this is quite an intimate thing we are about to do, and I want
you to be gentle with coaches testicles, and I think it is only fair that
Dean be first seen as though the coach is his father".

You should have seen the smile on my boys face. Dean walked up to me and
said, "You are such a cool Dad for doing this" If I had only known this
would make him happy I would have let him check me out at home.

And then it happened; Dean reached out slowly and took the family jewels in
his hands. The very same jewels that contained the seed that he was made
from, I think this is the point where my eyes glazed over and I was theirs
for the taking. Each boy in turn started fondling my balls while the Doc
explained everything they were feeling and I was floating. They all then
went back to their seats.

I still had my dick in my hand but it had chubbed up to half-mast by this
time. Doc could sense and see that things were getting a little
uncomfortable so he diverted the attention away from me by asking the boys a
few questions about what they had noticed and whether they felt they would
be comfortable examining themselves. They all responded in the positive.

Then the Doc started to explain the rest of the procedure in language that
the boys would understand, things like reflexes, balance, height, weight and
then he got to the prostate. If my penis hadn't softened to fully flaccid by
now, as soon as I heard this it certainly did. The doc then explained to the
boys that they each had what is called a prostate and that they had reached
the age where it was important that it was checked by a doctor on a regular
basis.

He then went on to explain where it was located to the boys. There were
looks of horror on their faces, matched only by my own. When the Doc started
to put on his rubber gloves I felt my sphincter tighten on reflex. This had
gone too far but I was under his control now and I could feel my nuts
tighten and my dick start to swell as he motioned for me to turn around and
bend over in front of the 15 lads.

As I watched out of the corner of my eye I could see the Doc lubing up his
middle finger and heard him usher the boys to come a little closer. He then
put his ungloved hand on my shoulder and said, "You're doing great coach,
now reach back and spread you cheeks for me".

My mind was saying no but my hands went straight to my butt and pulled the
tight mounds apart. I could feel 16 pairs of eyes staring into my most
private place.

Paul Wilkins said, "Man coach is hairy back there too".

Doc let the comment go and started to explain that what he was about to do
was insert his finger into my rectum and rub it over my prostate to check
that there was nothing out of the ordinary, like swelling.

I then felt the Doc start to apply lube to my arse. He was rubbing slowly
over my rosebud and it was starting to cause me some serious discomfort in
the dick department. Then he gently touched me on the shoulder and said.

"Here goes Kerry", it seemed we had reached a point where we were on first
name basis, and then it happened, my universe came in to focus on one single
point and that was my arsehole, then I felt a little pressure and suddenly
the Doc was in up to his first knuckle. I was breathing hard and trying not
to moan out loud when he started to push his finger in as far as it would
go. Then it happened, he hit the spot and I was seeing stars and heard
myself moan out loud. The boys jumped back and the Doc said, "It's OK boys,
whenever anyone touches your prostate it can be a little overwhelming I
didn't hurt coach he was just surprised that's all".

I could feel my dick throb and a strand of pre-cum oozed out of the head,
luckily I was leaning across the examination table and no one could see.
With his finger still imbedded in my arse the Doc said, "If you guys would
like to grab a glove and lube up I will show you what coaches prostate feels
like".

"But won't we get poop on our fingers".

The Doc then removed his finger from my arse and showed the boys that I was
very clean down there.

"In fact" he said " I don't even need to use the glove, coach is very
clean".

I was shocked as he removed the glove and put his finger back inside me. I
turned my head to see my boy Dean standing at the front of the line. Some of
the boys grabbed a glove, some didn't; I noticed that Dean had no glove in
his hand and he was applying lube to his middle finger, my dick throbbed, I
was about to have my pride and joy stick his finger in his very own Dad.

If Dean had never done this before you wouldn't have known, he was gentle
but I felt the power he had over me as his finger went all the way into my
butt. The Doc was quietly instructing him on what to feel for. I was a
goner, as 15 teenagers proceeded to exam their big beefy coach. My cock was
so hard you could have cut diamonds with it. I noticed that there were a
large number of tented gym shorts and a lot of adjusting going on behind me
as each boy took their turn, I began to loosen up.

Then one of the boys said, "Shit look coach is sporting wood and look at the
size of it". All eyes went to my dick; I could have climbed into a hole. But
the Doc took control.

"Look boys, this is a really good example, for you all. Coach is a mans man
right?"

They all agreed.

"Even coach can get aroused by this procedure, so don't be surprised if the
same happens to you when I do your physical, in fact, you should just relax
and enjoy it, and I've noticed coach is not the only one who is sporting
wood, it appears that erections seem to be contagious" he said, pointing to
their crotches.

I stood up slightly and turned my head, he was right, and the Doc appeared
to have caught it too cause he had a very large mound in his slacks. I was
not the only one who noticed.

"Doc you have a hardon too, and it looks huge" Sam Dale stated.

"Yes I do, and just so the Coach doesn't feel embarrassed I'll take my
clothes off too" and the Doc proceeded to remove his clothes.

He obviously worked out on a regular basis because he had a hairless
six-pack to match the smooth chest he had told us about earlier. Then he
dropped his slacks and underwear in one move and was standing buck naked
with the biggest dick I had ever seen. It had to be at least 11 inches. The
boys were mesmerized by it's size and so was I.

"If you guys want to take a closer look, don't be shy" he said.

As he said this, my son Dean made his way to the front of the line to
examine the Docs huge dick.

"Go ahead Dean, you can touch it if you want to" the doc said.

Dean looked over at me for my consent, I nodded my approval, he didn't need
to be told twice. I couldn't believe my eyes; here I was standing naked with
the biggest erection I have ever had, watching my own son stroking the
biggest dick I have ever seen. I was jealous of both of them!

As each boy took his turn I could see the Doc's eye glaze over and I knew
just how he was feeling. Then the line ended and I took a step forward and
the Doc looked me straight in the eye and said.

"Seems you're next coach," he said. And I reached out and took that massive
cock in my hand, the first hard dick other than my own that I had ever
touched. It was as hard as steel but warm as well.

For a moment we were the only two in the room then, the Doc broke the
silence.

"Why don't you guys all grab a partner and try out the examinations I have
shown you so far?"

It took about 3 seconds for the entire team to remove their clothes. Some
boys started feeling each others nuts, others were checking out dicks and
some were even starting to bend over the exam table while their team mate
was lubing up to examine their prostate. Then there was a tap on my arm.

"Dad, 15 is an uneven number, will you partner up with me?"

I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes, here was my own son standing there
covering his hardon with his hands asking me to help examine him.

"Sure Dean, I would like that".

I grabbed his hands and moved them out of the way, and I was transfixed for
a moment by the exact twin of my own dick.

"Don't hide it bud, you never have to be embarrassed around me", he smiled
as I took his nuts in my left hand and his cock in my right. I was amazed at
the size of my 14-year-old boy. My wife's brothers were on the large side so
I would guess that he had inherited his size from both sides and he was
going to out size his Dad in a very short time.

"Dad, can I ask you something"

"Sure Dean, anything"

"Can I check out your prostate again?"

"Sure bud, anything you want"

We moved over to a free space at the examination table. I was about to bend
over next to Bradley Vlahof a stocky lad who played number eight who was
holding his cheeks apart while Paul Wilkins examined his prostate
thoroughly.

I held my cheeks apart while Dean lubed up his finger. As soon as his finger
entered me I came back to full hardness. I was in heaven. Then I felt Dean
reach around and start to play with my dick, I was his and he knew it.

I then heard Paul Wilkins say to Dean, "Brad has loosened up quite a bit, do
you want to have a feel?"

"Sure, do you want to feel my dad again?" my boy responded.

The boys swapped places and Paul started to examine me.

I caught sight of Doc moving between each set of boys and overheard the
discussion taking place.

"Yes some men like to have other men put their penises inside each others
arses"

"That must be really painful" one lad responded

"No way, you couldn't fit a dick inside coaches arse, he is way too tight"
another lad responded

"All it takes is a bit of care and time and you would be amazed at what you
can fit inside an asshole" the Doc responded.

"Doc's right man I have just got two fingers inside coach and I am about to
try for three", I was shocked, I had been so far away that I had not even
noticed that Paul was now fucking me with two of his fingers.

The boys began to gather around my arse to witness Paul fucking me with
three fingers, then just to his side I could see Dean stroking his dick with
pure lust in his eyes, I looked at him and knew exactly what he was
thinking, so I nodded my approval and smiled. I was about to be deflowered
by my fourteen-year-old son in front of his entire rugby team and the local
Doctor.

Paul moved up next to Paul and reached out to remove his fingers from my
arse. Not a word was spoken as Dean brought the knob of his uncut cock to my
arse lips. He peeled back his foreskin and pressed forward as his knob
started to push intently at my sphincter. Then suddenly it gave way with a
sharp pain and the head was in, I don't know how long it actually took but
it felt like time stood still as the fruit of my loins inserted his 8 1/2
inch cock to the hilt. I have never felt so completely full and satisfied in
my life. I could hear comments from the boys watching as Dean fucked his
father.

"I can't believe coach is actually taking a cock"

"Fuck that is awesome, coach is really enjoying it"

And they were right, I was purring like a kitten as my son started to really
hammer my butt. I was hoping it would last but you know how young boys are.
Within a few minutes, Dean was panting and I could feel his cock harden
inside me and then he cried out in that primal cry that we all know comes
from deep in your soul, then he unloaded a massive load of his spooge deep
within my guts. I was in heaven. He dropped his head to my neck and said,
"Thanks Dad that was awesome".

"I want a go" Paul said as Dean pulled his cum covered cock from my no
longer virgin butt.

He was quickly replaced by his best mate Paul Wilkins. Paul's dick was not
as long as Dean's but it was a little thicker, so his teammate took me to a
different place as he pounded his butch coaches arse. It didn't take Paul
long either to unload inside me. Don't let anyone tell you, you can't feel a
man coming inside you. I swear I could feel that warm filling feeling as he
unloaded his seed in me.

Then it turned into a cockfight as every single member of the rugby team
fucked me and unloaded in my arse. When they had all taken turns breeding
me, Dean got under the table I was leaning over and started to suck my cock,
then I felt a pair of large hands on my arse cheeks. It was Doc and he
started to play with my well-fucked hole. I know 15 boys had just fucked me
but this was different and I started to sweat as I saw him playing with his
huge dick. I could have sworn it had grown even bigger in the last few
minutes. He then aimed his dick at my cum lubed hole and pushed.

I don't know how he did it but after some serious grunting and groaning on
both our parts he was half way in my arse. He then proceeded to gently fuck
me while I got used to his tool. Just when I thought I was about to reach
another plane of existence he whispered in my ear.

"I am about to push past you second sphincter bud, get ready."

Then he pushed and I pushed back in response and then it happened, I was
impaled on his massive cock and for a moment I blacked out as he passed that
second point in your arse that only some men can go. I could feel every vein
and felt his pulse as his dick throbbed in my bowels. My dick softened even
under the ministrations of my son and best friend Paul who had joined him
under the table.

The Doc was a master cocksman and I now understood just why his wife was
always in a cheery mood. This man took me to heaven and back and on the
journey back my dick hardened like steal and I could feel that I was about
to unload the biggest load of my life.

"I'm gonna come soon" left my lips

Doc responded. "I'm there too bud, just let it go"

My orgasm wasn't like those really intense highs you sometimes get when
coming, but more like a rolling thunder. I felt cum start to unload from my
cock like I was pissing, just a steady stream and then the second and more
intense wave hit me and like a bolt of lightening I shot like I have never
shot before, filling my young teenage sons mouth quicker than he could
swallow. He pulled off and was replaced by his best friend Paul.

At the same time Doc's cock went as hard as steal as it took one final long
journey as he deep dicked me to the pubes and unloaded in my lower
intestines. I could have sworn his dick was rearranging my internal organs.
I could hear cheering in the background.

After he came down from his orgasm he slowly removed his dick from my arse.
I thought it would never end. Then suddenly it popped out and he said "Clean
as a whistle coach". I was so proud.

I then unfolded from the exam table and turned around to see the entire
rugby team watching me with smiles on their faces. I couldn't believe 15
teenage boys and the local Doctor had just taken me up the arse. If it
wasn't for the long-dicking I had received from the Doc I'm sure I would be
leaking like a faucet. The coach had pushed the 15 loads plus his own so far
inside my arse it wouldn't be until much later that night that I would be
showing Dean how much cum I had taken that day.

"OK boys lets hit the showers"

I knew that this was going to be a great year of rugby.

(If you liked this story and would like to hear more, let me know at
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