Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2002 01:29:52 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: Babying Reuben, chapter 15 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 fantasy meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. It is not intended to encourage sex with minors or unsafe sexual practices in the real world. Other stories of mine may now be found in the authors' index under Java Biscuit. Feedback, always appreciated: javabiscuit@hotmail.com Babying Reuben ~ chapter fifteen By Biscuit Showing Benny the apartment made Reuben feel self conscious. He was proud of living with Jean but wasn't sure how he felt about Benny's scrutiny of their home. "Not as fancy as David's place but it's probably worth a lot more money," Benny speculated, looking around the foyer and into the living room. "Maybe," Reuben said. He'd just declared so passionately that his relationship had nothing to do with Jean's money that Benny's comment made him feel awkward; aware of how much he benefited from it. Benny sloughed off his suit jacket and unknotted his tie in the kitchen. "Work clothes," he sighed, smoothing his jacket over the back of a chair and draping the tie on top. "They're nice," Reuben said to be polite. He didn't know much about clothes but he thought the things Benny had on looked nice on him. "Silk," Benny said. "If it weren't for the clothes he lets me have, I wouldn't bother working for George." He undid the top couple buttons of his shirt. "Although ... a lot of cute guys shop there and that's nice," he added, eyes brightening. His smile made him look like a kid, even younger than the seventeen years Marcel was asking him to pass for. There were times Reuben thought Benny looked handsome, if he caught him serious faced with his hair pushed back. But it was rare to see him like that. His bangs would always fall forward, he'd smile and then there was only one word for him -- cute. "So show me around," Benny said, "I want to see everything." At the doorway of his and Jean's bedroom, Reuben tried to relax. He consciously pushed away the surge of shyness that rose up and the nagging impression of himself and Benny playing at being grown up. "Priceless antiques?" Benny asked. "I don't know," Reuben answered. "I don't think so." He had no idea. It was an unfussy room, a wood framed double bed with short posts at the corners, a charcoal duvet, white linens. There were a couple of dressers, darkish wood like the bed frame; scarred surfaces, marks worn smooth. Reuben had once asked if the things in there were from Jean's childhood home. They weren't. He thought of the room as being very masculine. Under the bed was a faded oriental rug, once rich blues and reds, he imagined. I'm not a kid, he thought, gazing distractedly at the pattern in the rug. This is where I live with my lover. Saying it to himself didn't make him feel any older, however. He wished he was seventeen. Eighteen would be even better but that seemed a million miles away. "Wow," said Benny, from behind him. He'd gone on without Reuben, across the hall and into the nursery. Reuben took a deep breath before following. There's nothing to hide, he thought, not from Benny. After all, he'd been at David's party with them. There couldn't be anything in there as shocking as that. Still, this was his personal space, his things. Reluctantly he went in after him. He scanned the room. His cat and his bear were on the bed, innocent enough -- except that Benny was stroking the cat. Nothing to see really; towels and ... cloths on the shelves. The powder and lotion, little things like safety pins were closed up in the cupboard by the bed. But Benny seemed entranced; he was running his fingers down the edge of a stack of diapers that were neatly folded on the shelf over the radiator. "Sweet," Benny said, taking a diaper from the top of the stack. Reuben's pulse quickened watching his friend touch it to his face. "It's so soft," he said. "You know I watched you and Jean at the party." "Well I guess everybody kind of saw everyone that night," he said, cursing the warmth he felt in his face. "Some more than others," Benny said. "You hardly looked away from each other. I was jealous of both of you," he said, walking toward the bed. He sat down facing away from him and spread out the diaper on the bedcover. "I'd like to know what it's like." "What do you mean?" Reuben was surprised by what Benny was saying and alarmed to see him pick up his bear and lay it on the diaper. "To do it for real like you guys did it." He heard the front door open. Jean! Oh God, Jean was going to come in and find them here. What would he think? "Jean's here," Reuben said anxiously. "Better go tell him I'm here too," Benny said, glancing back at him. "Are the pins and things in here?" He pointed at the cabinet by the bed. "Yes, but don't do that," Reuben said, heading for the door. He didn't look back, wanting to reach Jean before he came looking for him. ------------------------------- Jean was turned on by the time he got upstairs, his body primed like clockwork to the expectation of making love to Reuben on a Friday afternoon. Other days it might or might not happen, schoolwork, other things postponed it. Toying with thoughts about Reuben and Benny together did nothing but fuel the flame. He decided that a few minutes in the kitchen before he looked for them would help cool him down. A beer, then he'd head up to the studio, or maybe they'd be back down by then. He was leaning back on the counter, making himself think about dinner; the crisp cold of the beer feeling good in his mouth and throat. Reuben appeared and Jean instantly registered that the boy was nervous and slightly aroused -- giving off signals -- it was in his eyes, in his coloring. It sent Jean's blood in a rush to his dick. "Where's Benny?" he asked him. "You knew he was here?" said Reuben, stopping short of him near the kitchen table. Jean nodded, holding out his arm and motioning the boy to him. Reuben stepped closer almost reluctantly, but Jean put his arm around him. "I saw you two out the window," he said. "I was hoping you'd come in." It surprised him that Reuben suddenly hugged him tight, as if he'd said something wonderful. He set his beer down to devote both hands to touching him; feeling the contours of his slim body in the very loose pale blue shirt he was wearing. Reuben smelled faintly of coffee, of school -- hints of turpentine and paint, of the industrial soap he used to clean himself and his brushes after class. "I didn't want to interrupt at the shop," Reuben said. "Always interrupt," Jean said. "Always." He slid his fingers into Reuben's hair and made him look up. The smile he got from him was quietly dazzling. He kissed him, enjoying the contrast of the chill in his own mouth from drinking beer and the warmth of Reuben. He could feel the boy getting a hard-on as he kissed him, the pressure shifting against his thigh as Reuben's cock got harder. Jean wanted to pick him up and carry him into the playroom. He wanted to strip him and make him come; to torture himself with the growing heat of his own desire. Benny, he thought. Where the fuck was Benny? "Where'd you leave your little friend?" he asked him. Reuben looked struck by remembering. "Oh God," he said. "He's in the nursery." He squeezed his eyes shut momentarily and tried to pull away but Jean hung on to his shoulders. "Don't go yet." "But Jean, he was putting a diaper on my bear! God only knows what he's doing now." Jean laughed. He couldn't help it, in spite of how concerned Reuben looked. A look of misery passed swiftly through the boy's face, then he sighed and smiled slightly. "I suppose it's funny," he said, looking down, resting his forehead against Jean's shoulder. Jean rubbed the back of Reuben's neck and his other hand slid along the line of his jaw and down to the top button of his shirt. Reuben looked up, surprised. "I really want you," Jean said, sliding his fingertip under the second button when the first was undone. "Benny can stay if you want him to. I think he'd like to." "I know he would," Reuben said, and blushed. Benny had done or said something, Jean was sure, and just as sure that Reuben was interested but wouldn't be able to say so. "Trust me," he said, his hand sliding into Reuben's opened shirt. He rubbed him through the thin, body-warmed tee-shirt and feeling his way down the boy's stomach. "I think you'd make a very nice daddy for him," he said. "Me?" Reuben said, closing his eyes. "Yes you," Jean said, dropping his hand to Reuben's cock. "I'll help you," he assured him. "Can I wear your robe?" Reuben asked, pressing into Jean's hand. "My robe?" Jean almost laughed. He stopped stroking him and reached around to pinch his ass. "If you want to." That Reuben associated the robe with his role didn't surprise Jean when he thought about it, but it wouldn't have occurred to him. He was intrigued. What else, he wondered, would he discover watching him baby his friend. Reuben was right to worry about leaving Benny alone in the nursery Jean discovered. The strawberry blond was stripped down to what amounted to a scrap of underwear. Briefs so tiny they would barely have contained his soft cock, if it were soft, which it wasn't. He was on his knees on the floor; his narrow round butt shown off by the scant covering of underpants. He'd found the wheeled cart and was in the midst of plundering the cupboard for supplies to create a layette. He'd lined up powder and lotion, safety pins and swabs. It was obvious that he was too absorbed in what he was doing to realize he wasn't alone. Jean couldn't resist scaring him. "What do you think you're doing," he said, and Benny jumped. "Oh Jesus," he gasped. "Benny ..." Jean let the name linger threateningly, as if he would scold him. The boy lit up with a grin that was close to pure mischief with a dusting of guilt. "You wouldn't throw a boy out on the street in his underwear." "I would and God knows you deserve it," Jean said, adding, "Especially in that underwear." "It's no use pretending Jean," he said. "I was listening in the hall, up to the part where you said you thought he'd make a good daddy." "I should have guessed," Jean said. "You did convince him, right?" Benny stood up and Jean took in the sight of his boyish body, flat and smooth -- smooth all over judging from what little was hidden by the tiny underpants. Nice, thought Jean, perfect for Reuben, picturing his young lover's thighs clamped around Benny's very slim hips. ----------------------------- Reuben took his favorite robe of Jean's from the closet. It was liquid satin to touch, heavier than it looked. Dark blue with almost invisible paisley swirls. It swept low to nearly his ankles. He belted it around his waist and the slide of the fabric on his naked skin felt so good that his cock was getting hard again. He'd cooled down considerably when Jean left him alone, his thoughts ranging from planning what he should do to make the experience good for Benny, to doubts. Would he be able to do what Jean did to him? Should he? He did trust Jean but didn't really understand why this was happening. Given the choice he would rather be alone with his lover. He thought vaguely that Jean was being polite to Benny by including him, though it didn't make much sense. Or was Jean really so turned on that he couldn't wait for Benny to leave? For him, it seemed like a mark of being as grown up as they were; both of them, he knew, had had casual encounters like this in the past. He should be able to do it too, he thought. And I will do it, he told himself. The robe not only felt good on his skin. He thought it must make him look more like a daddy, more like Jean. His hard cock, caressed by the slinky cloth was getting damp. He imagined Jean's erection and hoped that Benny would feel like he did when he saw it; the hard shape moving freely under the robe. The spring night had darkened and when Reuben walked into the nursery, feeling his heart beat hard in his chest, he saw that Jean had turned on the bedside lamp. Benny was on the bed, lying on top of a spread towel, in the rose glow. Oh God, thought Reuben, can I really do this? His eyes almost blurred at trying to take in the sight of all the stuff lined up on the wheeled cart, of Benny's near nakedness. His nervousness broke when he saw Jean. He was kneeling on the floor by the basket of toys. The same basket he'd once brought to Reuben on the bed in the studio downstairs. Pleasure showed in Jean's eyes. He likes seeing me like this in his robe, Reuben thought, feeling his nerves soothed by his lover's expression. "You look very handsome," Jean said. "Come pick out a toy for your baby." A toy! Oh, thank God, thought Reuben, looking quickly at the bed to see his cat and his bear had been moved. They were. Jean had set them carefully out of harm's way in the arm chair. "What do you think?" Jean asked, holding up the stuffed monkey, a toy Reuben had never been particularly drawn to. It was plush, with an impish face and a long curling tail. He smiled and nodded. It seemed very appropriate for his impish baby. "That's good," he said. Jean handed it to him. Reuben held it in the crook of his arm, looking down at Jean, an unaccustomed charge exciting him at having Jean on his knees in front of him. He thought Jean must feel it too because he reached for him, drawing him closer with his hands on Reuben's hips. Jean's hand groping under the robe set Reuben's heart pounding again but not with nervousness. He thought he would come for sure if Jean took him in his mouth. But his lover only stroked him briefly and kissed his thigh through the fabric before he stood up. "I'll take care of things in the kitchen. I won't be gone long." Reuben nodded, understanding that Jean wanted to give him time with Benny. A prickle of nerves touched him but he took a deep breath and turned resolutely to face the bed and his waiting friend. Benny was watching him avidly. Reuben sat down on the side of the bed and made himself meet the boy's green eyes. He was relieved, in a way, by how serious Benny looked -- Reuben didn't think he could take teasing right now, or any challenge to his role. He thought back on the ways Jean spoke to him, the ways he touched him. "You're a very adorable baby," he said, hoping his hand wouldn't shake as he held out the toy and stroked Benny's very pale chest. Having said the words, he began to think they were true. He'd seen Benny naked before but hadn't really looked at him closely, not with the intention of touching him. It dawned on him, as he teased him gently with the toy, that Benny might be nervous too. He was certainly much more quiet and serious than usual. The thought that Benny was trusting him, that he was the one in control, made Reuben's hands steadier. The boy's cock looked tiny at first in his little briefs, a modest bulge at the base of his slender stomach, but as Reuben got closer to it with the soft-furred monkey he saw the small pouch swell. It made him feel both curious and empowered to know he was getting Benny hot. "The monkey likes a baby's cock," said Reuben, brushing the stuffed animal's body over the growing erection. He felt his own face get warm as he slid a hand between the toy and the stiffened cock. Tease him, he thought, Jean teases me a lot. He lightly traced Benny's balls and his shaft, lifting the elastic band to let it escape its now very tight covering. Benny's thin legs had spread slightly. Reuben looked up at his face and saw the heightened color in Benny's cheeks, his eyes half shut but still attentive. "Hold him, sweetheart," Reuben said, laying the monkey on Benny's chest. He felt like a student of Jean, performing well on a test as Benny hugged the toy, becoming more and more aroused as he was played with. He looked very young, and very adorable, Reuben thought, wishing Jean would come back to see how well he was doing. He got between Benny's legs, spreading them over his folded thighs the way Jean always did to him. His baby's cock surprised him. It was completely bare and uncut. It wasn't that big but it was perched high on the rounded mound of his testicles and was so hard that it almost seemed to vibrate in the air. Reuben manipulated the foreskin gently; the dark pink head very moist and tender seeming underneath. Should I suck him now? Jean often did that to him so that he could last the session, he knew, and wondered if Benny needed that. How did Jean always know what was right to do? He was uneasy, too, about doing it. He'd never done it to anyone but Jean. What if he really wasn't good at it and couldn't even make Benny come. What if he was very good at it and Benny liked it too much? Would he think it was something he could expect Reuben to do for him after tonight? Reuben felt an unwelcome thread of self-consciousness and doubt. He prayed that Benny wasn't sensing it. He let go of his friend's cock and looked at the wheeled cart for inspiration. If I oil him now, he thought, I can't really suck him after that. If I powder him, definitely not. He almost winced at the the thought of how bad that would taste. Fuck, I have to decide! Then he realized he was now trapped between Benny's spread legs and couldn't reach the things on the cart. Jean appeared and Reuben sighed with relief. Jean had undressed and wore the dressing gown David had given him at christmas. Reuben was torn between what the sight of him in it did to him, and what he was supposed to be doing. Jean had two bottles with him, and Reuben tried to suppress the sudden urge to not have to think about what to do next, to be taken charge of by Jean and have the bottle in his mouth. But his hope of that sank as he watched Jean retreat to the armchair, leaving Reuben very much in charge. At least he'd rolled the wheeled cart closer to the bed so Reuben could reach it. All right, he thought. I can do this. "Jean," he said, a little embarrassed at what he was going to ask, but wanting his opinion. "Do you think the baby needs to come now, or should I make him wait." Reuben could feel Jean trying not to smile and saw Benny's eyes widen and suddenly wished he could just disappear. "I think," Jean said, getting up from the chair and coming to his side, "that my baby needs to give me a kiss." Reuben gratefully looked up for Jean to kiss him. When Jean drew back Reuben felt better but no more certain of what to do. "This baby," Jean said, stroking the inside of Benny's thigh, "has to wait." And it was true, thought Reuben, that his friend's cock wasn't as hard as it had been, though it twitched as Jean was caressed his leg. "He looks like he needs some lotion to me," Jean said, "and his bottle." Reuben picked up one of the bottles and was glad when Jean sat near him at the edge of the bed. He shook a drop on his forearm and the act of doing it helped him to feel a little more in control again. He saw Benny watching him and looked in his eyes. "Just right for you, baby," he said. He managed to lean forward and pop it in Benny's mouth. "Hold your bottle for daddy," he told him. It was better with Jean there. Reuben relaxed and let himself flow into his role. He found himself enjoying the touching, the process of lotioning and powdering. Benny's cock was once again very hard and now glistening with oil. Reuben felt good, seeing Benny drink from his bottle, knowing he was giving him pleasure. He was especially enjoying spreading Benny's legs and touching his ass. He was shy of actually feeling inside him until Jean told him to do it. "Put your finger inside," Jean said. "Use more." Reuben hesitated, then squirted more lotion on his finger and probed Benny's slippery cleft. His fingertip pressed in. It was so hot! And tight, he thought, his cock suddenly pulsed hard as if it wanted in where his finger was. Benny moaned softly around the bottle's nipple as he moved he slid deeper. Jean's arm slipped around his waist and Reuben shivered with pleasure, between finger fucking Benny and feeling Jean so close to him. "You like that, baby?" Jean asked him softly, and Reuben nearly moaned himself as his lover's hand slid down his hip. And then he knew. Like a light had been switched on, Reuben knew why Benny was there with them. Jean is never going to let me fuck him. That's why Benny's here. Jean wants me to have it, but can't give it to me. It was so obvious he couldn't believe it had taken him so long to see it. He hadn't realized that Jean knew how much he'd been thinking about it, wondering what it would be like. How jealous he was that David had made love to him a way that he never had. Jean knew. And this was his answer. It saddened him that he'd made Jean feel he had to have this, this one thing Jean felt he couldn't give him. But it moved him too, to realize that all of this, this scene with Benny, was Jean's way of trying to please him. "Will you put the diaper on him for me?" Reuben asked. "I don't think he needs it, baby. I think what he needs is for his daddy to fuck him," Jean said, stroking Reuben's back. Reuben saw the bottle drop from Benny's mouth, hitting the bed in his loose fist as he groaned, and he knew he'd found the right spot inside with his finger. He also knew, in that moment, that he couldn't fuck him. He cared for Benny, he wanted to make him come, but not that. He didn't want it. His erection subsided as the awareness of how wrong it would feel overtook him. "I can't," Reuben said quietly. He didn't look at Jean, he was afraid to. He took his finger out of Benny gently and untied the robe, letting it fall off him as he moved on top of his friend. Benny seemed confused but hugged him, and Reuben hugged him back. "You're a good baby," Reuben said, getting his hand between them and grasping Benny's slick erection. He pumped it in his fist and watched the boy's face contort with pleasure. He kissed the very hot skin of Benny's cheek, and seconds later Benny yelped and was spurting through Reuben's fingers. It made him feel good that he'd tried his best to give his friend an experience that he seemed to crave. And he felt good, too, that he hadn't given him his virginity. That's what it came down to. He wasn't willing to let his first time be with anyone but Jean. If it never happened, then that's how it would be. But Reuben thought it would happen, when he was older and Jean trusted him.