Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2001 00:01:01 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: Babying Reuben, chapter 3 This story involves teen/adult, male/male graphic sex and is not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. These people don't exist, this world doesn't exist, outside of this story. It is not in any way, shape, or form meant to encourage unsafe, unprotected sex. Feedback to javabiscuit@hotmail.com Babying Reuben ~ chapter three by Biscuit Reuben was adrift in a state he couldn't name, that he only achieved in Jean's presence; deeply relaxed, aroused; dreamy, but far from sleep. He was warm, very warm. The bed was turned down. He was on his back, his ass was raised on a towel-covered pillow, his legs spread over Jean's bare thighs. Through half closed eyes, Reuben was watching Jean's face. Jean glanced up at him from time to time, but mostly he paid attention to what he was doing, leaving Reuben free to look his fill. Jean had shaved him. Reuben liked being smooth. He liked even more feeling the lather and the glide of the sharp blade, the intensity of Jean's attention and the tender, careful handling of his balls. A squirt of lotion at the entrance of his ass made his hole tightened in reflex. Then he felt the teasing touch of a cotton swab swirled through the sensitive opening and he shivered with ticklish pleasure. His muscles tightened around the stick of the swab as Jean slid it out of him. More, he thought, more. Then Jean's slippery finger slid into him, exploring his rectum, finding the sweet spot that turned him to butter. He spread his legs as wide as he could, thinking he'd die if Jean didn't fuck him soon. The confinement of the diaper was both maddening and wonderful. Jean had a variety of ways he wrapped him in the snowy soft cloth, sometimes binding his genitals tightly, other times leaving the folds of fabric loose enough to be able to slide his hand inside and play with his slippery cock. He'd begun, early on, to position a slit in the diaper aligned to Reuben's ass so he could finger him. Later on he'd used the opening to fuck him. Fucking is what Reuben was praying for. He'd wanted it from Jean from the very beginning, but only gotten it after a half dozen encounters in which Jean had done everything else to him, but. Reuben believed that the sessions were tailored to Jean's needs, and feared that the man just didn't want it, that it wasn't part of the game. Then a time had come, in the midst of summer, when he'd been driven beyond endurance. Reuben had wanted so badly to be fucked, to finally have Jean inside him, that he'd squirmed in Jean's lap until he'd gotten the head of his cock lodged between his diapered cheeks. He'd felt the wild beating of Jean's heart against his back as the man hugged him to still him, and reached down between them to position himself to penetrate him. That's what he wanted now. He was focused on Jean's erection, the powerful column of flesh that he dreamed about in the long stretches of days between their encounters. "Turn over, baby," Jean said, his voice slightly rough under its tenderness. Reuben did, hips raised on the pillow. Holding his bear in his arms, he pressed his face into its silky fur stomach as he thrust his bound, throbbing cock into the pillow under his hips. He muffled his gasps of pleasure in the bear's fur when the blunt, slick head of Jean's prick nosed between his cheeks. There was nothing on earth like the feeling of being filled, being opened and caressed from inside by Jean. He bit the bear's head; chills like pain, but not pain, running through his gut. He loved the weight of Jean on his back, his lips warming the side of his face with kisses. Reuben wanted to be fucked like this forever. He lay almost still, on an impossible plateau of pleasure, poised at the threshold of coming, senses swimming in it without spilling over. Jean moved in and out of him, pressing him into the deliciousness of his bindings. Only when the thrusts intensified, slamming into him hard, did Reuben arch up into Jean and let himself go over the edge from sweetness into the frenzy of coming. He bit into the bear's fur to keep from screaming. --------------- Ridiculous, Jean thought, looking at the battered white bear, so hard used. Saying so in his mind, didn't lessen it's charm for him. Jean was in love with the boy and his bear. Reuben still had hold of it as he lay on his back in a melted puddle. Jean let him rest, covers drawn up to warm him now that the heat of sex was dissipating. He'd snapped a pair of plastic pants around the lotion and cum soaked diaper, sealing Reuben into it. It only remained for him to piss and Jean would dispose of the whole sodden mess. Jean had cursorily washed himself and put on a robe, wondering if he dared to invite the boy to have dinner with him. Could he take him to Laurent's? No. Dinner alone would be better. For now. Trying to think what he could throw together for a meal, he went back to the bed. I've got to get him to stay, he thought, sitting beside Reuben, tucking the covers securely around him and the bear, but leaving a gap at the side for his hand to slide under. Reuben's eyelids barely fluttered open to see him before closing again, his chin settling deeper on the bear's head. "Is my baby wet?" Jean whispered, feeling his way down Reuben's warm stomach to slide a finger inside the plastic pants. Nothing, yet. Jean withdrew his hand. He watched Reuben's face for the expression of subtle tension that clouded it when he relieved himself. He looked relaxed now, his pretty features softened, the heavy, lax curls of his dark brown hair pushed back from his brow. Reuben's hair was thick and soft, long enough to reach his shoulders, though now it was spread in a tangle on the pillow. Carefully, Jean touched him, resting his hand over the humped, padded shape of his crotch, petting gently from time to time. He leaned down to kiss his cheek, teasing a little with the tip of his tongue. The boy sighed and began to rock almost imperceptibly into the curve of Jean's palm. Then it came, the slight frown, face nuzzling into the bear. Jean felt the spreading heat under his hand as Reuben released the flow of urine. Jean found it arousing; Reuben's shivering pleasure, his utter surrender. Leaning over him, Jean nudged the bear aside with his nose to reach Reuben's mouth, he had to kiss him. Jean meant for the kiss to be brief and gentle. It was time to be slowly backing away from Reuben; time to wash him and prepare to let him go, to cuddle him and prolong the dreamy state he was in before quietly relinquishing him. Or would he ask him to stay? Then he was kissing him hard, forcing his mouth open with his tongue. Oh God, thought Jean, I want to fuck him again. He was getting hard and Reuben's arm was sliding around his neck, the bear dropping out of his fist. Jean knew that very soon, what now felt warm and good to Reuben would swiftly become an irritation; he needed to get him out of the urine soaked cloth. He pulled away from him and saw a shadow of reproach in Reuben's gray blue eyes. Oh God, Jean groaned inwardly, why is he upset? Because I stopped kissing him? He lowered himself, now on top of Reuben, putting his arms around him, renewing the kiss that he'd broken. Reuben groaned in Jean's mouth and tried to wrap his legs around him, kicking at the cover to get it out of his way, rubbing against Jean's erection. He seemed frantic. "Yes, baby, yes," Jean assured him, "I want you. Just let me ..." "Now, please," Reuben begged against Jean's lip's. Jean was stunned. The boy had never spoken a word during sex, never. The plea licked him like flame and Jean groped to get the plastic out of his way, tearing at the snaps. His fingers dug at the soaking cloth, unbelievably heavy and hard to manipulate, resisting him as he searched for the opening. The diaper felt rough against the head of his cock, almost painful to push through and Reuben was whimpering and straining to get him inside. Insane, Jean thought, to be fucking him this way but Reuben seemed to want it and he couldn't stop. He battered his way into him, grabbing the boy's legs and forcing them up to his shoulders so he could get deeper. He looked down at him and was shocked by what he saw. God, had he ever seen Reuben's naked face while fucking him? The boy looked terrified, completely exposed without the white bear to hide his face in. Jean was so struck by the look of pain in the furrowed brows, the bitten lips, that he stopped dead though every nerve in his body was screaming for him to pound into him. Jean shuddered, panting with the effort to hold still. The longer he was poised there, motionless, looking down at him, the more Reuben's expression clouded with panic. "Oh God," Reuben moaned, his eyes welling with tears; he started struggling to push Jean away. "Reuben, I'm sorry," Jean said, though for what, he wasn't sure; whether he'd hurt him or just scared him to death by plowing into him without the protection of the bear between them. He pulled out of him, painfully. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry." He tried to take hold of him, desperate to soothe him. Reuben wrenched away so hard that Jean couldn't stop him. He was out of the bed and tearing at the fastenings of the nearly forgotten plastic pants that encased him. The fumes of urine rose off him as he groped for the pins binding him into the damp cloth. He was crying openly then, out of control. Jean stared. He'd never seen Reuben look more beautiful, or felt so helplessly in love with him. Not knowing what to do, but knowing he had to do something, he got up, and he reached for him. Reuben backed away. "Don't touch me," he swore, pulling savagely at the jammed pin on his hip. "I have to. I can't let you go like this." But he froze in his tracks at the look in Reuben's eyes, the flashing anger through the tears. "Bastard," Reuben spat the word. "You can't even look at my face and fuck me! I hate you." He was shaking with anger and still weeping, pulling uselessly at the binding on his hip. Impossible! Jean could hardly think past the pounding of his blood. "Reuben no!" He took hold of him, pulling him tight to his chest in spite of his struggling. "Stop," he said, breathlessly. "Just stop," he commanded so harshly that Reuben did stop struggling, but was breathing hard, trembling in Jean's arms. Jean squeezed him, burying his face in Reuben's hair. "You looked at me," the boy cried, with his breath catching, "and didn't see your precious baby and you couldn't even fuck me." "That's not what happened," he said, rubbing hard down Reuben's back. "I thought I was hurting you." "No," Reuben moaned weakly, his head falling onto Jean's chest. "God, I love you, Reuben." "No," he protested in a voice that had gone whispery as a reed. "You don't. How could you? You call me, what, maybe twice, in a month." His voice was quiet and raw but his shaky hands were on Jean's waist. "I live to see you" Reuben said. Painful. Absurd and too wonderful for words. Jean ran his hands down Reuben's back to his hips; his deft fingers finding the recalcitrant pin and unwinding the caught pinch of cloth to release it. "I love you so much," he breathed into Reuben's incredibly soft hair as he freed him first from one side and then the other of the heavy weight of swaddled diaper. He heard the boy gasp and felt the hot face burrowing into his neck as Reuben awkwardly spread his legs to let Jean remove the thing from around him. Like a mother improvising for the sake of her baby, Jean managed to hang on to the boy with one arm while tossing the used cloth at the plastic basin on the floor by the bed. Reuben was damp pressing up against him, lifting his face at last from Jean's shoulder. Sad as the tear drenched face looked, Jean had to smile. This hurt could be fixed. "From now on, I'll call you every day," he said and was rewarded by the stormy eyes widening.