Date: Fri,  6 May 2005 20:08:17 -0400 (EDT)
From: T Chase <survivalgame@excite.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 37

The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any
resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not
meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental
areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to
male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and
countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?

"Nature Walk" 37 (M/t oral gangbang)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Listen, you boys might as well go home. There's nothing more you can do
here."

Figuring the same, Miguel, Juan, Terry, Max, Noah, Jake and Zach could see
Gary's point. All except Patrick who wished to stay until Conner
awoke. Juan and Miguel invited them all back to their house, since Terry
hinted so much about a dip in the jacuzzi!

"C'mon Patrick. There's nothing you can do for now."

"Okay, Zach, but.. I..."

"Feel funny with all of us older guys?"

"Yeah. That's it."

"Why don't 'uninvite' ourselves and go back to Uncle Gary's house?"

"You don't mind, do you Zach?"

"Not at all Patrick. In fact I'd welcome it."

"Great.  I mean, thanks Zach."

Zach secured the keys to Gary's car. He said Mike could bring him home
later. So, the pack bid Patrick and Zach on their separate way.

"This is a nice car, isn't it Zach?"

"You bet, Patrick."

"Uncle Gary is funny isn't he?"

"Oh you mean about keeping the car in one piece?"

"Yeah."

For the most part the two carried on with low keyed conversation. That is,
until Patrick began to ask some really personal stuff.

"Zach?"

"Yes, Patrick?"

"Are you and I.. are we going to sleep in the same bed tonight?"

"If you want to, Patrick."

"Do you want to?"

"I'd like to, but I don't want to rush into things, if you're not ready for
it yet."

"I don't know how I'll be, but I figure if I love you, I want to be with
you in bed. I'm not sure about the sex part though."

"Well, loving each other is not all about sex, Patrick. We can cuddle up
and do some kissing. We don't even have to be totally naked, if that scares
you."

"Zach," Patrick said, smiling.

"Well, I just thought that you might be uncomfortable with it,
Patrick. That's all."

"I know."

Pulling into the drive, the root beer colored BWM gained close enough
proximity to the house that it wouldn't be necessary to get out the
handicapped chair.

"I think the two of us can manage. What do you think, Patrick?"

"As long as you hold on to me, Zach."

For Zach that had been an understatement, considering their talk right now
and the feelings tingling in his toes. There's nothing more Zach wanted to
do right now than to get from the car to the house, then up the stairs.

"Y'know Zach, I'm kind of excited about our connection."

"Me too, Patrick," Zach replied, grunting as he swung Patrick through the
backdoor kitchen.

"Maybe when I get better I can get into shape like you, Zach."

"Our first objective will to get you walking on your own."

"Um, can I get a glass of milk, first. Maybe some cookies?"

"Sure."

Zach welcomed the break, helping Patrick into one of the kitchen chairs.

"Let's see, the choice is Oreo's orrrrrrrrr... Oreo's. What's your choice,
Patrick?"

"I'll have the Oreo's I guess," He gleefully replied, smiling his
brighty-whities at Zach.

"Whew! That's good. I would hate to have disappointed you and have settled
on the Oreo's!"

Finished with choosing the snack, the two sat across from each other. Zach
watched Patrick dunk the black and white cookie into his glass of milk.

"Oops! Lost half of it!"

"That's okay, Patrick. Usually I'll let four or five sink on purpose so I
can 'drink' the Oreo's down at the end."

Watching Patrick, Zach suddenly became impatient about hiking up the
stairs. Rather, the portion in the front of his pants began giving him some
reactions to his staring at not only the hand on the cookie!

"Patrick?"

"Yeah, Zach?"

"Tonight, I... I'm not sure if I will.. well, not sure if I can be
satisfied with only kissing and hugging."

"That's okay."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"Sure. I figure that we've made more than a connection."

"Oh? How's that go?"

"Well, I don't think we're at all like Noah and Jake. I mean, even though
you and Noah are around the same age..."

"I'm twenty-one. He's the baby; twenty!"

"Yeah, well, Noah isn't as serious as you are Zach."

"Oh? How do you figure that?"

"First of all, I think Noah is more into the party scene. He is looking the
a quick, good time."

"Yeah, you're right, come to think of it. Hmm, I don't believe how all this
is so new to you Patrick and you have better insight than I do!"

"Oh, I don't think I could ever match up to you, Zach, you being a guy more
wonderful than myself."

"Now, now, Patrick."

"No, it's true, Zach."

"Are you back to 'being a man' thing again, Patrick?"

"No Zach. I think you helped me with that already."

"That's cool. So what's this all about then?"

"I think we're more than a connection, Zach. It's like we've got spiritual
quality."

"Spiritual quality? Where did you pick up this from? You go to church or
something?"

"Well, I do believe in God, but I'm talking in general. I mean I've read up
on this stuff. Our communication is going beyond words and I think that's
what you mean about not having control of yourself later while we're in
bed."

"Hmm, very perceptive, Patrick. I didn't know I'd be getting such an
intellectual guy."

"What can I say. Reading is knowledge. If I only left it to what was in the
textbooks then I'd only be half as smart."

"That's remarkable Patrick. Do you know what you want to major in in
college yet?"

"College? I can't afford that. I'm going to have to work for a year or two
before I can even think about it."

"Well, don't discount the facts yet, Patrick. Maybe we can work something
out. Maybe you can get a scholarship."

"I don't know."

"Y'know we've had a big day, Patrick."

"I know Zach. I'm kind of wiped out."

"Are you ready for bed?"

"Are you asking if I'm ready to lay with you, Zach?"

"Um, both?"

By the time Zach reached the top of the stairs, his pits sweated, but his
pubes were telling him, 'forget about showering, buddy!'

"Here, sit on the bed, Patrick."

"I'll be glad when I can take care of myself."

"That's okay. I 'like' taking care of you, Patrick!"

As Zach paid attention to slipping his loafers from Patrick's feet, he
looked into the dark brown head of hair.

"You have nice hair, Zach."

"Yeah, well conditioner can do wonders for it!"

As Zach looked up, he couldn't think about wasting anymore time. His lips
moved right up to the seventeen year old's.

After a long one, Patrick replied, "I'm sorry that I'm not much with this
romantic stuff, Zach."

"That's okay. Take your time and enjoy it."

"Look at you. You have your hands on my sides and kissing me. I don't even
know what to do with mine."

"That's easy, Patrick. Do what I do."

So, as Zach began unbuttoning Patrick's shirt, he did the same back.

"I like your hairy chest, Zach."

"Then go ahead."

"What?"

"Feel it."

"I kind of did when we showered."

"No, that had been by accident, Patrick. Here, take your hand," Zach takes
Patrick's hand and places it right in the middle of his chest, "and move it
around."

"Feels.... sweaty-like."

"If you want, I'll take a shower, but I figured you might get into that
manly aroma."

"I noticed that."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I like you smelling squeaky clean, Zach, but I also like it when you
have that sweaty smell."

Zach began moving on that 'communication without words' business Patrick
talked about. Peeling his shirt back, licked Patrick right in the middle of
his chest.

"Oooooooh..."

"Nice, huh?"

"Well... yeah."

"C'mon, scoot up onto the pillows, Patrick."

Zach let his shirt fall off his body, kicked his sneakers off and then went
for his beltline. Patrick went for his. Zach leaned over, placing his one
hand over the teen's two hand, positioned at his belt buckle.

"No, Patrick."

"But you said to imitate you."

"I know, but at this point let me handle the rest? Please?"

"Um, okay. Fine, Zach."

Lifting his hand, Zach let his arms fall to his sides. Their eyes locked,
giving a mutual smile. After lifting his pants from his legs, Zach looked
down at the obvious bulge.

"See how much I want you, Patrick?"

Patrick really got the message though, when Zach put his thumbs in the
elastic waistband and dismounted the band from his hips, lifting outwards,
as well as downwards.

"Wow! That's gotta be the biggest...."

Catching himself in speaking his thoughts, Patrick stopped midsentence.

"That you've ever seen?" Zach finished the thought for him.

"Um, yeah. I mean not that I've seen a lot of cocks in my lifetime."

"Oh come off it, Patrick. All guys, straight or gay, stare at a man's
anatomy in the lockerroom."

"But it's not like I've studied a guy's cock for.. um size."

Zach didn't feel like chitchat at the moment. He wanted to get down to the
real thing, so let Patrick absorb the picturesque view, while he ditched
his socks. Kneeling on the bed, he straddled the long, pantsed legs. When
he got close enough, his hard shaft poked Patrick in the crotch.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you told me you were still tender there, Patrick."

"Only a little."

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

Zach was. He placed his knee instead, between Patrick's legs, boosting his
weight to one foot, the left. In a half squat position, Patrick had a birds
eye view of his big balls, seemingly a perfect match to his 8.5c.

"Well, if I'm going to suck my first cock, I guess it might as well be a
big one."

"Oh no, Patrick. Tonight you're going to lay there and let me service
you. Take it easy and relax."

The word 'relax' sent a message to Patrick to do just that. Moving his
arms, he pinned his hands behind his head and looked down to Zach going
about his work.

"Boost your ass up a little, hon?"

Patrick did as Zach asked. Rather than repeat the action, both belt and
elastic were clutched at the same time.

"Aha! So I'm not 'the only one' excited here, am I?"

Zach thought if he had his way that he would be sitting on that hot stick
unveiled before his eyes, like the perfect sausage readied to be served
up. If he could get Patrick into it, possibly he could get him to do some
pumping therapy!

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"This kitchen is something else, Juan!"

Next to his sexual pleasure spots, Noah hit Juan with the compliments in
his next best zone.

"Thanks Noah. Do you cook?"

"In more ways than one, Juan. Whoa! Is that Calphalon?"

"Yeah. Pricey, but worth the big bucks."

"Oh man, you've got it made."

"Care to help me cook up some h'orderves?"

"Sure, as long as you don't mind me getting comfortable?"

Juan didn't mind, with Noah peeling his tee shirt from his arms.

"Don't let me stop you, Noah."

"Sorry. If you want me to stay clothed I will, but it's been a habit with
me to get 'loose' when I do some kitchen duty."

"Need some help, Juan? Hey...hey Noah!" Max replied, after seeing the dark
blonde treasure trail that highlighted the rest of Noah's smooth physique..

Totally out of surprise, Noah moans, as Max leans over and licks Noah's
left nip.

"Oh fuckin' yeah!" Noah yells out.

"Hee heee... forgot to warn you about Max, Noah. He's like a bitch in heat
when he sees a hot body!" Juan informs him.

"Don't stop on my account, Max."

With one hand behind his head, Noah guides Max's head to his lightly haired
armpit.

"Tasty!" Max says, licking, then returning to his own standing position
when Terry shows.

"Hey, I want the smooth one!" Terry scorns Max, "Here, Jake's more your
type!"

Terry and Jake had progressed way beyond Max and Noah, stripped to the
buff.

"Oh man, Jake. Hot hairy chests are my specialty!"

Walking over to Noah, Terry begins to unbutton and unzip his pants, while
leaning in and surprising Noah with a french kiss.

Miguel throws his two cents in, "Forgot to tell you boys that Terry and Max
have more of an open relationship than we do. That is, if they like what
they see!"

Noah always thought of himself as the more top-minded person of a
relationship. However, when he heard Jake getting into it with Max, he saw
a first hand view of how he would have been with Jake, himself.

"I like how you work that tongue, Max. C'mon, I need a blowjob real bad and
a kitchen's no place for it," Jake told Max, in a dominant manner.

"Looks like your cock needs the same treatment, Noah. C'mon, let's get
comfortable."

"You two can't both be bottoms?"

"When Max and I are together, I top. Versatile here and it's been a while
since I've swallowed cock," Terry replied, more than anxious.

"Looks like I'm stuck in the kitchen with you again, Juan."

"Mmmm... let's cook, hombre!"

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"I think it's cool that we can go camping."

"I wonder if they take us fishing?"

"And if they use bait?"

"Philip, of course they use bait. How else are they gonna catch a fish?"

"I heard Jesus went fishing and he didn't use any worms, Aidan."

"Yeah, I know. I think he used miracles. The fish jumped right up on the
hook!"

Diego says, "He walked on the water too. Maybe he reached right down and
grabbed at them fish."

"How come he walked on the water if he had a boat to take him places?"
Frankie asks.

"No wind?"

"Couldn't he turn on the motor?"

"Maybe they were outta gas!" Diego rationalized.

Lackadaisical and lying back, the four abandoned the Peanuts Monopoly game
in the den, retreating to Aidan's room. Talking about stories they heard
from the Bible, the religious scholars tried figuring out the fantastic
miracles.

"Do you think any of those guys with Jesus were gay?"

"Nah... well I dunno," Aidan changes his mind. "Maybe."

"That's something I want to find out."

"Me too," Frankie agrees with Philip.

"Frankie, how do you know that you're gay?"

"Because I only like what guys look like," the ten year old replied.

"You ever touch a guy's cock?" Philip asks him.

"Yeah," Frankie replied, but with reluctance.

"When?"

The other three grew curious.

"Um, I've touched my dad's."

"Your dads?" the three almost simultaneously replied.

"Why sure. Haven't you touched your dads?"

"Nope," they all replied at different intervals.

Aidan asks, "When did you touch your dad's cock?"

"When he was in bed with me? Haven't you been in bed with your dads?"

Only Diego replied in the affirmative, but he made sure to say that it had
been with his PJ's on.

"My dad slept with me all the time. I've touched his cock a lot," Frankie
replied.

One question led into the next and Frankie dug a ditch deeper and
deeper. The three grew astonished to hear of how his dad made him suck his
cock, lick his balls, tongue his ass and then couldn't remember how many
times his own dad slipped his cock up his ass.

"Why?"

By the time the three had made Frankie give out the information, he sensed
he had done something terribly wrong. Or his dad had, rather. He broke down
in tears. Philip ran out of the room, returning with his dad, then Steve
and Alonzo trailing.

"Frankie, are you alright?"

"Daddy, Frankie says that his dad put his ding dong in his fanny!"

"Cock, Diego!" Aidan reprimanded him on the sexual terminology.

"Yeah and it's his ass, Diego!" Philip finished the grammar lesson.

"Doesn't matter boys," Steve told them.

Diego's concern filled the dads in more, telling them of Frankie sucking
his dad's cock and licking his balls.

Frankie, ignorant of the facts, told the dads, "I thought that's what all
dads do!"

Alonzo hugged Frankie, telling him that's 'not' what dads do. Diego craved
some attention to, so Alonzo engulfed both boys in his show of
affection. Looking up, he shook his head at Barry and Steve.

"I just don't know what to say," Steve commented.

Barry replied, "It's a tough call, whatever the case."

Every dad had the same thing in mind, 'How could a dad have sex with his
own son?' They also knew that it wasn't uncommon to find out about
incidents such as this.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Philip?"

"Is it okay that Chad and I sleep in the same bed? We had clothes on!"

"Now that's something very different, Philip."

"Sean and our other first dad had sex with him, didn't he dad?"

"Ah yeah," Steve replied, reluctant to start in on the subject of his
former partner, Seb, being caught redhanded with having sex with his oldest
son. "That had been the case, Aidan."

"And you punched him out, right dad?" Aidan said, slapping one fist against
the other palm.

"Um, I was very upset."

"Because you love Sean, right dad?"

"Uh, yes. I love all of you boys very much."

"I think what your dad-Steve is trying to say is that when he found Seb and
Sean in bed together, his temper got the best of him. Going around and
kerpow'ing somebody for doing something wrong isn't the best way of
handling it."

"Still, I'm glad my dad kicked the bastard out!"

Steve, Barry and Alonzo couldn't help but control a giggle after the way
Aidan presented it. It seemed to lighten the atmosphere when Aidan went on
to do some more boxing antics.

"Yeah, if it were me, I woulda hit'em right here!" Aidan held his crotch.

"Oh man Aidan. That woulda hurt so bad!"

"Yeah keep that bastard from hurting Sean anymore. Yeah, I'd take care of
my big bro, just like he took-a-care of me!"

Steve couldn't really blame Aidan for showing his thanks, in a way, for the
times his big bro has stood up for him.

"Did Sean do any fightin' for ya, Aidan?"

"Oh yeah," Steve reported, in Aidan's stead.

"Oh? When Steve?"

Getting melodramatic, Steve told the story of how Sean had come across
Aidan on the playground. He and another buddy were trying to tell some big
kids to 'take off'. Sean stepped in and became their hero. By the time the
story reached it's climax, the hero had transformed into 'SuperSean'!

"Wow! Just like Chad!" Philip tried building up his big bro, just as tall.

So, the conversation drifted to big brothers, deserving a hero's medal of
valor. They also learned things about the dads. They found out that Alonzo
had brothers and sisters and that Steve had a sister who was now deceased.

"My dad has a little brother in Chicago who's gay, too. He lives with a
hispanic guy."

"Is that so, Barry?"

"Yep," He answers Steve.

"While we're on the subject," Alonzo reports, "you're not the only one. My
older brother is gay. Hey, maybe he's the one with your brother?"

"Does he live in Chicago, Alonzo?"

"No, Santa Fe!"

Even the kids thought the dads were funny.

"Then how can he be my brother's partner, dufous!" Barry called Alonzo.

"Dad-Steve, you're the only dad that doesn't have gay family," Philip says.

"That's right! Superior genes, I guess!" Steve replies, gloating.

The boys look down at dad-Steve's jeans, wondering what's so special about
them!

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"Oh man, Terry, you're missing out on a tasty, hot hairy ass!"

"Hmm... let me have a taste!"

Noah lay flat on his back, as Terry slurped, detaching his mouth from his
8c spike. As he moved next to Noah, his tongue dove into Jake's dark brown
mass of hair in his ass crevice. Max, on the other hand saw that Terry
would be busy for a while, so he took Noah's cock in his hand, lifting it
so that he could get at the luscious balls.

"Kiss, babe!" Jake called out.

Max followed Noah's pubes, as he shimmied closer to Jake, to take on his
lips. Terry ate out Jake's ass, as his lover sucked up to Noah, while the
two enjoying their pleasures, made sweet kissing love.

"Oh man, Jake. Your ass is so fucking hot and hairy tasting!" Terry said
over estatically.

Noah broke away long enough to say, "Hey, get on my cock, Max!"

"Yeah, mine too!" Jake replied, just as dominant, flipping over on his
side.

In fact, both guys leaned in to carry on their kiss fest, while Terry and
Max enjoyed their meat. After a good, long blowjob, Jake feels a growing
need.

"How about a contest, Noah."

"Huh? What kind of a contest?"

"Well, we've got two willing sluts here. See who can empty their canteen
first?" Jake says, holding his creamy reserves.

"You're on! Pick an ass!"

"Your's!"

"On nooooo... not my ass, buddy," Noah replied.

"Yeah, c'mon Noah. Ya gotta feel my hot cock inside of you."

"No way. I'm all top."

"Oh c'mon babe. Do it for me?"

Noah never bowed to any guy in his life. He's always been man on
top. However, those eyes had been so persuasive.

"Alright, but under one condition."

"What's that Noah?"

"That this is the 'only' ass you fuck. Got it?"

After a few more stares, Jake makes the move towards Noah, placing his lips
on his face, his hands on his cheeks and kissing him tenderly.

"You got it, loverboy."

"But nice'n'easy."

"Hey, how could I be rough on the man I love?"

"Love?"

"Don't tell me you're just figuring that out now, Noah?"

"I... uh.... sure! I knew it all along, Jake," Noah replied, even though he
wasn't sure of the committment on his own part.

"Hey guys, I'm fucking Noah. Terry, get in front of him. He's fucking your
ass and Max, Terry's fucking your's!"

"Damn!" Terry replied, "Never did a gangbang before!"

Max sarcastically said, "Terry, we never did a fourway, either!"

"Hold it... hold it," Noah asks, "I thought you guys had this open
relationship where you played with other guys all the time?"

"No way," Terry filled them in.

Max continued, "This is the first time we've done it with other guys, well
other than...."

"Other than?" Jake prodded the completion of Max's statement.

"How else do you think Juan and Max know each other so well?"

"You and Juan, Max?" Noah questions.

"Yeah. We dated before he met Miguel."

"Hmm... what made you guys decide to all of a sudden have an open
relationship?"

"Eh... finding you two hot guys," Terry reported.

"Yeah, hee heee... Terry and I did some quick talking at the hospital."

"You did, did you?"

"Yeah."

"Something else we wanted to mention, guys?"

"Oh?" Noah asks, followed by Jake's, "What's that?"

"We've got an extra room. Want to come live with us?" Terry replies.

"Live with you?"

"Sure," Max continues to entertain them with the thought.

"That is if you can weasel out of your dorm contracts?"

Jake says, "I'll think about it. Right now I'm so horny for ass!"

Getting the message, three get up from the bed. Max lays down over the end.

"Go Terry!"

Reaching between Max's legs, Terry draws enough liquid to grease up his
7c. Sort of squatting, he begins to plant it between Max's ass cheeks.

"Go for it, Noah babe!"

Jake strokes his 8.5c as he watches Noah's 8c line up. Max begins groaning
as Terry fills him up.

Next Terry groans, "Take it easy, Noah. It's been a while."

"No problem man."

Slowly Noah works the head of his cock into Terry's asschute.

"Bend over a little, Noah. I want to bury mine the same time you bury
your's!"

"Ooooh that feels so fuckin' hot Terry!"

"Pick your chest up so I can get my hands at those nubs, Max!"

Noah takes on the idea. As Terry reaches in between Max's arms and body, he
feels hands on his own lightly hairy chest.

"Oooooh yeah!" Terry sighs, the squeezing of his nips driving his cock in
deeper.

Seems Jake had the same idea. Only one hand settled on Noah's left pec. The
other toyed with his bellyhole, teasing the thick treasure trail.

"What's all the moaning about?"

The chain didn't break, as Miguel and Juan entered the bedroom.

"Ai cheewowwa! We've got ourselves a fuckin' wagon train!"

"Perfect timing, I'd say, amigo!"

Juan lay across the bed, on his back, pulling his legs up. Miguel watched
the fourway action, stoking his cock up to fucking power.

"Oh yeah... get rough with me, Miguel!"

"No problem, sweets!"

Picking his legs up, Miguel impaled Juan on his fucking iron.

"Deeper, hombre!"

Juan's ass was off the bed, as Miguel fed off of the action to their
sides. He rammed in deep and hard. Of course the four got their on view of
the hot, deep pounding of Juan's ass and forced themselves in deeper. With
twice the squared power of cock thrust behind him, Terry hardly had the
chance to pull out, yet he could feel a constant force to bury his shaft
deeper and deeper into Max's ass.

"Oooooh man this is sooome ride!" Max complained willingly.

Reaching upwards, He grabbed hold of Juan's hand.

"Miss them days, Juan?"

"Um... no, Max!"

"Ooooh."

"Yeah, a little, okay?"

Max laughed. How could Juan miss his puny 6.5c, with at least a 9c spike
drilling his hole!

Jake had seemed to be winning the race, when Noah pulled to the lead.

"I'm cumming... I'm fuckin' cumming!" Noah screamed out.

He never in his life shot up a guy's ass, always pulling out and letting it
accumulate in the small of his back, but such had been the hind pressure,
he couldn't withdraw. Terry gasped as he felt Noah's load fill his guts.

"Oooh fuckin' hot!" Terry cried out as he began to unload.

Shortly there after, Jake's cock got the hint and began to cream Noah's
innards.

Jake fell backwards, taking Noah's torso with him, still embedded. They lay
on the floor. Terry collapsed onto Max's back, reaching underneath to
stroke Max off. He hoped Juan and Miguel didn't mind the mess on the
carpet. Right now Miguel and Juan didn't give a damn, feeling their own
awesome orgasms. For fun and old times, Juan pointed his loaded pistol at
Max, shooting his load in his short-cropped haircut. When Max looked up to
complain, his wad shot on his face!

"Hmm... tastes different for some reason!"

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30 flavors to go..... continued.........

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