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thinking about trying to deep throat caleb...

trying because your caleb is a big guy. and that applies to all of him. he's tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and long limbs, his cock heavy to match. you've never been able to get more than a few inches into your mouth at a time.

he watches you on your knees between his legs, watches as your hand strokes up and down his length slowly. your eyes fixate on it, studying every inch. you're so careful when you try to take it into your mouth. you suckle in the first inch, gently laving your tongue at the ridge. he grunts quietly as you bob down about halfway.

it feels good, but he can see that look in your eye. the determination to do more.

"baby, you- you don't have to," he chokes out through a tight jaw.

you look up from under your lashes with your mouth still full of him, and he almost finishes right then. a deep groan flows from between his lips. he expects you to pull off, to give him your usual "but i want to."

but instead you just try harder. you slide yourself down further, take as much of him as you can all the way back into your throat. his fingers grip the edge of the couch hard and his eyes roll back.

you start to gag, and that only makes it harder for him to hold on. your muscles contract. some more saliva oozes from your mouth. he’s pretty sure you’d choke yourself on him if you could, and that makes him feel sick with pleasure. he doesn’t like seeing your eyes water like this or your firsts clench around your thumb. but when it’s for him… when it’s for proving your devotion to him… he can’t help indulging in it.

yet when you make another wet, gargly noise, his hands come to either side of your head with gentle strength and pull you off. you try to whine around an desperate inhale, and his dick twitches. your eyes are hazy, leaking tears and so watery. he wraps an arm around you and lifts you up into his lap.

“wait- almost had it,” you say as he sits you down straddling his lap.

he chuckles softly, rolling his hips up and silencing those protests with the friction of his wet cock against your panties.

“doesn’t matter. can’t have you passin’ out on me before we get to the best part, pipsqueak.”

matsuda never expected to get this far on your first date.

when he first asked you out, he didn’t even think you’d say yes. he'd stumbled over his words, couldn't keep his eyes from darting between you and the floor, and couldn't stop the heat flooding into his cheeks. but instead of rejection, he was met with your pretty smile and sweet voice telling him "sure! i'm free this friday!" he couldn't believe his luck.

he planned everything out in his head, down to the last detail. he’d pick you up at 6, take you to a movie, go to dinner afterwards, and then drop you off back at your place. if he was truly lucky, you'd hold his hand on the way out of the restaurant or kiss him good night before closing the door to your place behind you.

what he did not expect from the end of the night was your hand sliding into his lap as he put his car in park outside your building.

his eyes widened, mind desperately looking for a way to configure this as an accident. your movements were anything but accidental though. the warm flat of your palm slid over his thigh until it found what you wanted. your fingers curled around the flaccid outline of his cock without hesitation.

he jolted in his seat, hips bucking hard beneath your hand.

"woah!" he choked out. he cleared his throat and tried to play his shock down with some awkward laughter. "i- i- uhh- what're you doing?" he asked. it wasn't that he didn't like this, but never in a million years would he have thought you to be so forward.

you giggled softly before leaning over the center console a little. "i just... don't want our date to end just yet. tonight has been so fun."

he nodded. "yeah, it totally has! but-"

you cut his rambling short with a kiss. your soft lips pressed against his and all of that shock and awe vanished. instead of getting in his own way, he accepted that for some reason he hit the jackpot tonight. his hand cupped your face and pulled you in a little closer just as he felt your fingers pop the buttons on his fly.

"i thought we'd never get to do this," you mumbled into his mouth.

you pulled back a few inches to work on getting his dick out. he helped you the best he could, but your words had caused a stumble in his brain. with lust-blown pupils and lidded eyes, he asked "you've been thinking about this too?"

you bit your lip, looking a little shy. "you don't have to be humble. i know i was so obvious about it," you said. "i just couldn't stop thinking about you. i couldn't believe you actually asked me out."

your hand grabbed his cock and began to stroke. matsuda moaned before letting his head fall back against the headrest. his eyes fluttered shut.

LOLLLL IT IS AND I LOVE THAT