Not Working For It

Learning about sexuality in so many forms, I value when people who have a gender and/or anatomy different than my own share their experiences. Looking at the video prompt Kayla gave us, I was lead to two thoughts: 1) guys with weight problems sometimes experience erectile dysfunction and 2) Gaelan and a dildo. I wanted to write in The Queen's POV and let meant approaching Gaelan's obesity as his Master experiences his boy as wonderfully attractive- rolls and all.

Safer sex note: because of the testing schedule The Queen maintains in his polyamorous family, they don't use condoms. Using coconut oil as lubricant is wonderful (I often do), but it's only good when you don't have to use a latex barrier.

"Now I saw an intriguing video of a man fucking himself on a dildo, but I do not want to make you work for your orgasm." The Queen traced his finger down the middle of Gaelan's naked chest.

"My Queen?" Gaelan moaned.

"I think this body prop should bring you up to the right height."

"Right height, my Queen?"

"Yes, love." The Queen brushed his dry fingers over Gaelan's magnificently hairy asshole.

Gaelan trembled against the foam.

"Here, my gorgeous boy." The Queen collected a fingerful of the new coconut oil-based lube Tommy had made for this play. He rubbed it over Gaelan's puckered asshole before grabbing more.

Moving his hips, Gaelan encouraged The Queen to penetrate him.

"Tell me what you want, love," The Queen growled.

"I want to feel your finger inside my ass, my Queen," Gaelan begged.

Grasping another fingerful of lube, The Queen gently pressed the tip of his finger against the muscles that strove to keep him out despite Gaelan's pleading.

"Yes, yes, my Queen," Gaelan whimpered. He pushed down as The Queen slowly penetrated him.

"Are you not going to beg to know more?"

"No, my Queen. I trust you, my Queen."

"That arouses me far more than you may ever know." The Queen leaned over and kissed Gaelan's tummy rolls repeatedly. He withdrew his finger and brought the fucking machine closer.

"My Queen, thank you," Gaelan sobbed, as if imagining the waiting pleasure.

"You are welcome, my love, my sweetest boy." The Queen slathered the rainbow-colored dildo with lubricant. He held on of Gaelan's asscheeks as he brought the machine forward, as the silicone eased into the asshole shining with oil. Once the dildo was shallowly seated within Gaelan, he took his greased hand to caress his boy's soft cock. "I want you to feel good, whether you get an erection or not, whether you feel the impulse to ejaculate or not. No begging for permission for anything, my love."

"Yes, thanks, my Queen." Gaelan's eyelids slid down as The Queen started the machine, its thrusts gentle and regular as the dildo went deeper into him.

The Queen crouched near Gaelan's chest. He rested his cheek so his lips pressed against one nipple. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes, thanks, my Queen," Gaelan hissed with his pleasure.

"I love watching you feel so much," The Queen cooed before kissing the nipple that rested against his lips. He smiled when Gaelan wrapped his arms awkwardly around his neck and shoulders to hold on through his ecstasy.

"My Queen! Love you, my Queen! Thanks. Oh, yes!"

The Queen tightened his neck, choosing to avoid damaging Gaelan's pleasure by the acknowledgment of him having an erection or not. "Love you, my pooka."

"Please kiss me, my Queen!" Gaelan cried out.

The Queen possessed Gaelan's lips with a hard kiss. He thrust his tongue into Gaelan's mouth, his hands moving to cup his submissive's head. His arousal tightened and then relaxed in his body. He pressed his pelvis against the foam. His eyes closed.

"Love, thanks, uh, Queen, yes," Gaelan babbled against The Queen's lips.

Hungry for his love, The Queen started kissing Gaelan again as he came in his jeans, the warm cum encouraging his cock to slide against the inside of the zipper. He opened his eyes to see Gaelan's face tighten. He started the kiss again before Gaelan could beg. He kissed through the quivering release that he figured would mean cum in his hair as it moved against his love's stomach. He kissed Gaelan until the pressure of his jeans became too much and he backed off the kiss.

"Thanks, my Queen," Gaelan said the moment his lips were free. His eyes rolled up in his head. "My Queen, I... I can't... more."

The Queen pressed the off button on the fucking machine. "My love, my life, let us go shower."

"Yes, my Queen."