Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 01:01:54 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: babying reuben, chapter 6 This is a story involving male/male graphic sex and it's 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. Feedback to javabiscuit@hotmail.com Babying Reuben ~ chapter six by Biscuit Reuben had his own space now, on the third floor, but he felt like the whole place was his. On the third floor, he painted. On the second floor, Jean's bedroom was his bedroom. But the second room, across the hall, was where they played. Slowly the things that Reuben loved had migrated up there. The lamp with the painted horse, the basket of toys. The wheeled cart with its bounty of cloths and lotions and powder. The pitcher and basin. Even before he had officially moved in, they'd moved their lovemaking here. The bed was smaller and there was no wood stove. But Reuben loved it just the same. The arm chair was there, with its broad ottoman, positioned close to the big iron radiator that had been coated with white paint. There were shelves over it with soft white towels that got warmed up by the rising heat. He went in there alone, Jean still downstairs in the shop. Just for a few minutes, he thought, a break from his homework. On the bed, with the fat satin cover pulled up to his waist. Almost instantly, his cock stiffened up and he unzipped his jeans, giving it room to expand through the opened front. What would it be like, he wondered, to go to a party with Jean? He couldn't imagine a room full of boys in diapers. It was just too impossible to picture. But he could see himself, vividly, naked except for the white cloth, spread out on a bed in a room with a sparkling christmas tree, Jean touching him, Jean's friends watching. Reuben's hands slid into his jeans, pushing them further down his hips. He framed his erection and reached into the sides of his briefs to loosen the tug at his balls. He was massaging them, lifting them when he heard the sound of the door. With a flutter of fear, knowing he couldn't get up and hide what he'd been doing before Jean found him, Reuben left his hands where they were, and waited for Jean to show up. He heard noises from the bathroom and then the kitchen and began to wonder if Jean would even look for him in this room. "Jean," he called out. Now wanting to be found. A moment later, Jean was there. He leaned against the door frame, looking in at him, with a bottle of beer in his hand. Reuben knew Jean was hesitating to come in because Reuben should be studying. They had more or less agreed that playing had to come after work and schoolwork. "I saw the baby's school books in front of the fireplace," Jean said, "but no baby." He smiled at him a little. "I thought you might be up in the studio." He straightened and came into the room, setting his beer on the clothes bureau. Reuben knew he should be at those books, now. The academic part of his schoolwork was a challenge for him to keep up with. Not easy like his art classes, and semester finals were looming. But his cock was straining and dampening his underpants with Jean approaching him, knowing he was going to touch him. He was bending over him, and Reuben reached up to pull him all the way close to kiss, his whole body arching with pleasure when Jean's hand slid down his stomach and rubbed slowly over his cock. "I tell you what we'll do, sweetheart," Jean said. "We'll play for a little while, and then you'll be a good baby while I make supper, and take a look at some of those books that are spread out on the floor." Reuben nodded, relieved to see Jean turn on the bedside lamp, casting the pink glow that was like magic, allowing him to drift deeper. Reuben lifted his ass to let Jean spread the warmed towel under him. He'd been given his bear to hold, and a pacifier. The rounded nipple shape felt good in his mouth, though he would rather be sucking milk. No bottle before studying. That much he knew he wouldn't get. Maybe after. He dreamed of a bottle that could have Jean's dick inside it, he wished he could suck him that way while he was being touched. There was a slippery, slick sound of Jean warming the lotion in his hands before putting it on him. If he'd planned to do this, Reuben knew, the lotion would have been set on the boarded top of the radiator to get warm. Still, it wasn't cold by the time Jean was massaging it up and down his cock and spreading it over his balls. He spread his legs wide, bending his knees. ----------------------- Jean couldn't believe how quickly things had happened. Reuben's uncle had been only too glad to be rid of the smell of paints and the mess in his attic. Reuben's mother had been thrilled to be relieved of obligation to her brother. If he were mine, Jean thought, I'd have been a lot more curious about a man willing to rent space so cheaply to my son and take him in. But he'd met the woman, not ten years older than he was; a shopkeeper from a small town. He'd liked her and she'd betrayed no suspicion of him. Now he is mine, he thought. He wound the cloth tight around the swollen shaft, and another strip under Reuben's oiled and powdered balls. The boy was so turned on, his cock seemed to throb in the air in its binding. It was something new for Jean to create a cock ring of cloth. Only the crown and his testicles were bare, both taut and shiny. Another toy that he had added to their collection was a plug. It was five inches long and supple, thick. Jean lubricated it heavily. Holding Reuben's knees bent back with his forearm, he slowly worked in into his ass. Only then, did he cover Reuben with a diaper. Jean wanted into the ass he was covering up. His dick was protesting that he'd lost his mind. But he would wait, making himself think about what he'd cook for dinner, about anything but how badly he wanted to fuck Reuben. Later. Instead, he dressed him in flannel pajamas, putting slippers on his feet. Reuben, looking slightly outraged with the realization that Jean was not going to make him come, on his back in the loose and cozy folds of pale blue flannel, loose everywhere but the taut hump of his crotch, looked so adorable to Jean that he almost relented. Jean picked him up in his arms, like a cross between a baby and a bride, and started out of the room. "You're not," Reuben said. "Oh, I am. I'm making dinner and you're spending at least the next thirty minutes or so, reading about chemistry or whatever the hell it is you've got set up out there." He carried him into the living room. Then Reuben stood, pouting, with his bear in his arms, watching Jean spread a blanket on the floor by the mess of strewn books, and drop a few pillows down on it from the couch. "Voila," he said, and turned to Reuben, who he was relieved to see smile a little. God, the boy looked so sexy, still aroused but drawn out of his haze. He was swimming in the flannel, and his ridiculous bear was choked under his folded arms. Jean allowed himself a brief hug, a kiss he intended to be quick. "I hate you, Jean," Reuben said, but he was pliant in his arms. Still looking up after being kissed. So appealing, with his moistened lips, that Jean had to kiss him again even though sliding his tongue in Reuben's mouth was fresh torment for his hard dick. --------------------------- Reuben was surprised to be reading and, more than that, comprehending his chemistry text. Like the words were leaping into his brain. He was lying on his belly, his bound prick cradled in a pillow under his hips, another pillow under his chest and his book spread out in front of him with his bear beside it. He was miraculously able to pay attention to it and even make a few notes in the margin. It felt good, it felt really good, to move his hips just a little and get the feel of the slippery thickness in his ass at the same time he pressed into the moist folds of the diaper. He heard Jean in the kitchen, in the background, and the aromas of dinner were tantalizing. Butter and spices. And somehow he was studying chemistry.