The Virgin

Ira Goldstein, 28, NYPD IT

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ONLY YOU || IRA&MARCUS

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Ira didn’t stop when he felt Marcus’ cock twitching and his breathing get heavier, He kept his mouth wrapped around his husband, pushing it as far as he could go until he felt it happen, the tightness then release as Marcus tried to warn him. But Ira didn’t mind, It was both function and attraction that made him swallow everything Marcus had to give. Function because he hated a mess, and attraction because right then he was sure he’d never been harder in his life. “Damn,” he finally spoke when every drop was god. “I’d be more than happy to do that with every meal,” Ira joked, tucking Marcus back into his pants and standing. 

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TEXT: SOME RANDOM DUDE

Marcus: Match made in heave babe ;)

Marcus: I'm just teasing. We both know its you that would get spanked ;)

Marcus: I just get turned on when you're feisty. I'm surprising Mason with a bachelor party. Kidnapping him soon and then taking him out with some of his friends to get drunk.

Ira: Or in a back alley ;)

Ira: Oh do we? Maybe you should act on that then!

Ira: I get turned on when you include me in things. Thanks for the invite.

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masonbellamy:

Right… Well it’s nice to hear from you, I guess. I don’t think I have since yours and Marcus’s wedding. Have you guys made a trip up to visit your kid?

You too I suppose. Yeah, it’s been a while. I guess we’re both busy with our exciting lives. We haven’t yet. Planning a romantic getaway soon though. 

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TEXT: SOME RANDOM DUDE

Marcus: Probably for the best, I get cranky without sex.

Marcus: Lmao, that's not real motivation love.

Marcus: I just want you pissy for some good lovin' when you get home. I'll make it up to you Errr... tomorrow? I'm going out tonight, might be back late.

Ira: I know you do. I'm starting to get that way too.

Ira: You want to be spanked? Wow, this is a new side of you.

Ira: You want me pissy? What am I better in bed when I'm pissed off at you? Where are you going?

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TEXT: FORGOTTEN HIS NAME

Ryan: They’re hurting my eyes. It’s for the good of mankind.

Ryan: Aww that’s adorable Ira. Ha, I think you are. Well, that’s all that matters really. The kids will have two parents that want them and love them, from experience that’s all that counts.

Ryan: I used to refer to our surrogate as the chick we knocked up but I got wrong off Eric 😂

Ira: You're such an asshole. That's how I feel about your face but you don't see me threatening it with flames.

Ira: That's really what is important, I agree. Your little fella is going to be one lucky dude having you and Eric as papas. I can't wait to meet him.

Ira: You make it sound like some kinky threesome.

Ira: Speaking of kinky, guess what I did in an alleyway with my husband.

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TEXT: SOME RANDOM DUDE

Marcus: Pft... as if. Okay fine, we both have a weakness.

Marcus: Gonna spank me?

Marcus: Awww come on Babe, I was joking. Obviously I sat naked on the counter because of the photo, both nothing else. I just did that to piss you off.

Ira: That's why this marriage works, because neither of us can hold off very long.

Ira: I swear I will if you don't cut it out.

Ira: You better be joking. Ugh you know how to make me angrier than anyone else in this world I swear.

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The comment made Ira grin and his cock twitch. He never expected he’d be the type to like submitting this much, but the words made him even hungrier for the cock that was already in his mouth. Taking Marcus’ advice, he began breathing through his nose, making it easier to keep his mouth moving. One hand gently playing with his balls and the other wrapped around the base of his cock, Ira bobbed up and down, his tongue swirling around the tip and tasting the salty precum. “Cum for me,” he told his husband, opening his mouth and tapping his dick against his tongue like he’d seen in porno videos. 

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TEXT: SOME RANDOM DUDE

Marcus: As if. You'll be begging within an hour for me to touch you.

Marcus: After that, I'll wait for you to go to work and lick one of them again. Also, while I sat on your countertop naked, I got myself off ;)

Marcus: True, but its different. For me it's different. I think we both have tough jobs, both of us are awesome. Lets stroke each others ego when I get home.

Ira: Not likely. You're the one who can't get enough of me.

Ira: For fucks sakes! This is bordering on not funny anymore, Marcus. Don't jerk off on the counter, don't lick the cutlery, and get your bareass off all surfaces that aren't the toilet.

Ira: That's all we'll be stroking if you keep this up big fella.

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He had to admit he liked being on his knees for Marcus. He loved the feeling of making his man happy. Ira moaned a little when he felt a hand in his hair, the words of encouragement gave him the confidence he needed to return his lips to his husband’s eager cock. Wrapping his lips around it he took it in his mouth greedily, feeling it slip down the back of his throat and trying not to gag. His own pants were growing tighter as he bobbed up and down, moving one hand to carefully cradle the very testicales that Marcus was so self conscious of. “I love this,” he murmured, his attention forced entirely on the task at hand.

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TEXT: FORGOTTEN HIS NAME

Ryan: I've already hired a woman who dresses people for a living. She's going to burn you jumpers and give you some style.

Ryan: You wake up smug thinking 'I totally tap that'? I think that's how Eric feels every morning, I'm sure of it. That's good then. You'll make great fathers when the time comes. I know we're forced into it, but its good you want it. The kids won't to blame, you know?

Ryan: That word is disgusting.

Ira: Leave my jumpers alone!!! they've done nothing to hurt you!

Ira: Hell yeah. Like I look over and go "Yeah that's my boy." I'm the Eric of our relationship am I? I suppose I can live with that. I hope we are good fathers. I want to be a good father and I know he does too so I guess that's what is important right now. We just have to get started.

Ira: I know.

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TEXT: SOME RANDOM DUDE

Marcus: Ha, as if I'd love. You would so be going down dude.

Marcus: I've licked a spoon and put it back in the draw, too.

Marcus: Damn. No idea how you do it man. I thought walking into burning buildings was tough.

Ira: No you're going down, on me, because that's how you'll lose!

Ira: MARCUS!!! Seriously! I'm going to have to wash all of them now!

Ira: Walking into burning buildings is tough! There are easier jobs I suppose, but I love mine.

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masonbellamy:

You not being rich and famous had nothing to do with me responding like I did. It was out of left field. So.

You realize I’m kidding right? You were talking about all these big exciting things and I was relating to you... y’know what, nevermind 

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TEXT: SOME RANDOM DUDE

Marcus: lmao. You couldn't last a day. You didn't know what you were missing before. Now you do.

Marcus: I look hot though

Marcus: lmao.

Marcus: Damn, that really does suck. I hate when a job doesn't go right at work. Oh yeah? A big case as in /newspaper/ big or just big in general?

Ira: Is that a bet? Because if we're betting on sex you're gonna lose.

Ira: I don't care if you look like Mr. America himself, your ass is on my counters and that's germy!

Ira: It's exhausting. This one could be newspaper big, but I'm not quite sure yet.

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masonbellamy:

…Um… cool, dude.

I thought we were talking about our lives. Sorry I’m not rich and famous! Peanut butter is all I have. 

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yourmomsamilf:

Ira didn’t hold back when Marcus released his erection into the brisk air of the night. Without any hesitation, he wrapped on hand around it and gave a gentle stroke, looking up at him from his position on his knees. “You might have to help me,” he said shyly, glancing down and smiling nervously. Traditionally one might be a bit hesitant when put in this position for the first time, but Ira was ready to go, the only thing on his mind, making his husband feel good. Trying to recall what he’d seen Marcus do before, he opened his mouth and wrapped his warm lips around the head, swirling his tongue over the tip and slowly taking more and more into his mouth until it was nearly full, then, without touching his teeth to the sensitive skin, he slowly pulled back. Looking up for approval he held his breath a little, waiting for a sign before he continued. 

[masonbellamy]

The Grammys were fun as hell and the only reason I know the after party was fun too was from how hungover I was today. But it felt beyond amazing to win, and celebrate with friends after. And then Elton John’s tribute show is tomorrow/Tuesday. Can’t wait for that. Gonna keep on riding the fun train right on through to next week!

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I ate a really good peanut butter sandwich the other day... 

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TEXT: FORGOTTEN HIS NAME

Ryan: Sorry, but If I'm ever given the opportunity, I'll burn all your jumpers. Perhaps I should text Marcus...

Ryan: Thank you :) Ha, I can imagine that still being a bit of a shock, lol. At least you're talking about it. You'll make an awesome dad one day, when you're both ready. Does he want kids as much as you? Please please don't say sperminated ever again.

Ira: Don't you dare bring my husband into this! Marcus would never do me in like that!

Ira: Sometimes I wake up beside him and have to remind myself that I'm married and it freaks me out. Yeah I mean it's not like we have a choice about babies so I consider us both lucky that we actually want them. Thanks, man. I don't know, I mean he wants them but I think I might be a little more into it.

Ira: Sperminated.