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win it.
    Soon it was Peter who gave up, knowing this wouldn’t be the way he’d win.  “Fuck me,” he said, rolling onto the bed, legs in the air as he pulled his pants and undies off.  Then he threw his legs back up to the sky, looking imploringly between them at Matt.
    “Oh?” Matt asked.  “You wanna get fucked?  Really?”
    “Yeah!”
    “You want that fucking monster cock in your ass?  You serious?”
    “Yeah, oh God yeah!”
    Matt shook his head, even as he stepped out of his pants.  “That’s crazy talk.  That dick’s too big for your tight little ass.”
    “I’m flexible.”
    Matt laughed.  “You’ll have to be.” He got on his knees on the bed, pushed Peter’s legs back even further, covered him, reigned over him.  With Peter’s ankles secured over Matt’s shoulders, Matt reached into the bedside drawer for lube and a condom – a Magnum, of course, Peter saw.  Even that would be a stretch to get on that big ole thing.
    Matt put some lube on his fingers, and probed Peter’s ass, massaging his hole as expertly as he had his legs.  “You’re tense down there, too.”
    “Yeah, but that’s a good thing.”
    “You won’t be for long,” Matt growled, and Peter almost whimpered.  With a rip and a roll, the Magnum was out of its foil and over his cock.
    Matt pushed Peter’s legs back and braced himself against them with his hands.  He didn’t touch his cock at all, just let it tap and bounce against Peter’s.  Then he finally got his hips where they needed to be, got his shot lined up, and began to press himself in, his eyes locking on Peter’s.
    Now, this is different , Peter’s body said.  It only remembered Cody, the way Cody used to force himself in, in this same position, relishing the grimace on Peter’s face, and Peter, relishing the glee on Cody’s – Peter’s pain was Cody’s pleasure, and Cody’s pleasure was Peter’s dark joy, knowing it kept him bound to Peter, Peter’s willingness to take anything, anything Cody dished out to him…
    Matt was insistent; he was getting in there no matter what, but he was patient, too.  He was pushing Peter’s boundaries, watching him ride the edge of pain, because there was no way that big fucking thing got in anywhere without a struggle, unless it was a hot-dog-down-the-hallway situation. 
    But he never pushed too far, too fast, as he opened that hole, wider, wider, but never so fast that Peter didn’t love it.  Matt never looked away from Peter’s face, was always taking stock of where Peter was, what was in his eyes, and it was still pleasure, astonishment that so much of a man could go inside him, that he could open that wide, and there was still more to go...  
    Now Matt was past the first barrier, and now it was a question of stretching Peter to fit the rest of him.  He pushed with his hips, made the slow, insistent thrust that buried him inside Peter’s ass.
    “Aahhh…” busted out of Peter’s mouth as the head of Matt’s cock reached its destination…and kept going, finding a man’s internal g-spot, that little almond of pleasure deep inside.  “Oh!” Peter cried, as the pressure bent him, squeezed him, pushed him inside out. 
    “Heheh,” Matt chuckled, reaching down and flicking a drop of precum off Peter’s cock, putting it in Peter’s mouth.
    “That doesn’t count as cumming,” Peter hissed through the searing pressure-pleasure.
    “It will in a minute,” Matt said, and he began to fuck him.
    Peter saw stars.  Boom, boom, boom went the rhythm as Matt suddenly, finally, gave him what he needed, craved, hungered for, it was like fireworks, something beautiful exploding in his head, and Matt’s emerald eyes glinted in the sky above him, the most incredible display of all, this man, watching him, seeing him, giving to him…
    Peter came, screaming, without touching himself, a catastrophic, cataclysmic eruption.  “Yeah!” Matt egged him on, fucking him harder, faster.  Peter was