Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 20:47:30 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: Babying Reuben, chapter nine 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 nine by Biscuit Maybe something was brewing between David and Joey again, Jean thought. Hard to tell. In a way, he hoped so. He watched David watching Joey and he tried to read the depth of interest. David was turned on, that much was obvious. But then who, in the very warm playroom, wasn't? Jean's attention to David and Joey was fleeting. It would be nice if David set his sights on Joey again, on anyone for that matter, as long as it wasn't this boy -- the one who was spread out naked in front of him. The living room with its rich scents of Christmas and David's cooking had set a sensuous mood. The playroom was even more of a showcase, Jean thought. This is where his friend's unique talent for setting an erotic stage was most impressive. Baby's christmas, indeed, he thought, admiring the small tree David had set up in here, more colored lights and abundant decorations. In here, however, the Christmas smells were augmented with the scent of baby powder. It amazed him how David transformed this room, depending upon the theme of his gathering. Jean had seen the same padded tables he knew were hidden under the all the soft linens and ribbon, fitted with rubber sheets and restraints -- the side tables bearing far different supplies than layettes. There had been presents under the tree in the living room. Jean was enjoying the dressing gown he'd unwrapped. He had more or less expected it -- robes and dressing gowns being a trademark gift of David's. He bestowed them like party favors, designed to get his guests undressed. It was a relief to Jean to be out of his clothes. There had been stuffed toys, too. David had produced a floppy furry cat for Reuben which the boy had quickly adopted. Half dressed, since Jean had gotten his pants off of him, Reuben had curled up between Jean and the corner of the couch with the stuffed cat in his lap. As he'd come down from the rush of his orgasm, he'd gotten shy again. He'd wanted out of the spotlight of attention. David had given each one of the babies an outfit. As with the bottles, Jean noted that Reuben watched to see how the other boys responded. Benny, not surprisingly, had laughed at the stretchy pink one piece suit he'd gotten. "Pink!" he'd protested, giggling. "Why do I have to Baby Pink?" Then he'd clamored up out of the chair, holding the thing to his chin. "What do you think, Daddy? Is it me?" Jean saw Reuben look from Benny and his antics into the open box in front of him, face coloring and his hands drawing back as if he didn't want to touch what was inside. What David didn't realize, Jean thought, and what the others did not understand, was that for Reuben, it wasn't just a matter of embarrassment that kept him from handling these things. It was how inappropriate Jean knew it must feel to him. A baby didn't hold up it's own outfit and exclaim over it. "Let's see," Jean said, taking the gift box from him. In the midst of the tissue wrap was a white infant's under shirt, printed with scampering kittens chasing balls of yarn, and a pair of plastic pants that matched it. "Very nice, David," he'd said. He'd taken the shirt out of the box and used it to stroke the side of the boy's face, "It's very soft, Baby, see." Reuben had leaned into the stroking touch. "All right then," David had announced. "It's time to play a little before dinner." ---------------------- Reuben felt awkward getting onto the platform like bed. The room, though it was richly decorated and full of familiar props, seemed artificial to him, like a stage set. It wasn't the warmly welcoming place that their room at home was. Near them Benny was undressing, and Reuben stole peeks at him. Benny was just as slim and boyish as Reuben had suspected. Very cute. Joey he'd seen in the other room. The young man had stood up and let his dressing gown slide off, casually exhibiting his smooth muscular body. He was tawny and tanned all over, including his jutting, half hard cock. Reuben had watched him slip on the small pastel blue briefs that David had given him. His swollen cock had filled them to overflowing. Reuben had quickly looked from Joey to Jean, to see how interested his lover was in the sight of his former boyfriend's modeling. He'd found Jean's gaze awaiting his and couldn't help smiling, realizing Jean had watched him look at Joey and waited for him to look back. To Reuben, Jean's eyes had said, unmistakably -- yes, Joey looks good, but not as good as you look to me. He didn't feel right. It was fun to hear Benny teasing Daniel. It made him laugh out loud when he heard the boy say, "Does this diaper make me look fat?" But it was distracting, anti erotic for him, even though it was amusing. He heard Joey murmuring a protest about something, he wasn't sure what, it sounded like maybe he'd said something was too cold. It occurred to him that David must not realize that he had to warm the lotion in his hands, first. Then Jean had reclaimed his attention, laying the new stuffed cat on his chest. The sensation had snapped his focus back. The silky stroking touch revived his hardon almost instantly. "You hold your kitten, Baby," Jean said, and Reuben gladly put his arms around the plush thing. It's fur was long and white, like his bear, and its big pliant body was heavenly to hug. Almost like magic, the feel of it wrapped in his arms caused his legs to relax and spread apart. He watched Jean roll up the sleeves of the robe. So handsome, Reuben thought, admiring him in the draped dark fabric of the robe David had given him. The rest of the room melted away as he lost himself in watching Jean, in feeling the sensitive long fingers massage him with oil. He rubbed his face against the cat's head, loving the feel of its soft fur on his cheek, on his lips. He felt for the nub of the cat's nose with his own as Jean nearly lifted him with a strong arm under his knees, raising him up to spread lotion between the cheeks of his ass. Again he felt the tug of longing to be at home, alone with Jean where he could lose himself more deeply. He thought he heard Joey murmuring, "Fuck me." And David's low chuckle, saying, "After dinner." He heard Benny's giggling, lower than before, punctuated with soft groans. But then Jean bent down to him, sliding a hand under his neck, and Reuben felt a surge of pleasure knowing he was going to kiss him. Warm, close mouthed kisses on lips, his cheek, brushing his temple. Jean had stopped massaging, his hand curved around Reuben's hip drawing him slightly toward him. Large hands warmed from friction, gathering him in. "You're the sweetest baby in the whole world," Jean said, voice low near Reuben's ear. "You can't imagine how beautiful you are, how much I love you." Those words carried him deep. ---------------------- Reuben was doing better than Jean could have hoped in coping with the demands of the night. He read the surprise and disappointment in his young lover's face at the light approach the others took to things he took so seriously. For Jean it underscored what he'd felt the first time he was with him, the need to protect his open trusting responses. In the scant week they'd been living together Jean's impulse had been to wean Reuben from blurring the game they played from what he thought of as their real life together. Now he felt how wrong it was to try to push his lover in that direction, how untrue to what was special for them. It wasn't that Reuben needed to be babied, constantly, but that he needed it to be real. So obvious now, seeing him in this setting. Sitting beside him at dinner, sensing that Reuben was withdrawing, eating almost no food, giving desultory answers to any questions tossed his way, Jean knew that his lover was struggling. So wrong, he thought. For his lover, for himself, to make babying into frivolous game. Jean had a feeling that no scene, for Reuben, would be a casual one. He'd either have to submerge himself in it or find it pointless. What better way, thought Jean, to reaffirm the connection between them and make it breathe for Reuben again, than to feed him; to let him know that he was not just a boy in a costume at a party. He was the boy Jean had vowed to take care of, to safeguard and protect. To hold him, put food in his mouth -- if it weren't enough that his heart guided him to do it, his dick reacted hard and fast to the thought of it. He took the fork from Reuben's desultory grasp, and drew the boy's plate closer to his own place. He began cutting the food up into small pieces. "Did I mention yet how you spoil him?" David said. "I'm pretty sure you did," Jean said. He turned sideways in his chair, seeing Reuben's eyes wide and questioning. "You just have to eat a little," he told him. "Come here." Once again, as he had on the couch, Jean lifted Reuben across his lap. He saw him smile and felt him relax into him, settled in the valley of his thighs, leaning both against his chest and supported by his arm. So much better, thought Jean, to be holding him, feeling him pressed to his hard cock. The dinner conversation quieted around them but it didn't matter because Jean was seeing little bites of food disappear between Reuben's lips. Gazing lower, he saw the shape of the boy's erection straining at the binding of his diaper. It was a disposable thing, not the soft cotton cloth that Reuben was used to. Jean had almost laughed when he'd seen the boy look at it, distraught, his eyes seeming to say -- what's that? Jean didn't take Reuben back to the playroom to fuck him. When dinner was done he didn't wait for David to suggest they return there. He carried the boy into the living room and made him a bed like a nest in front of the fire as he often did at home. There was a baby quilt that David had given them that Jean spread out over the hearth rug. He put the cat under Reuben's head as a pillow, stroking his face with the long silky tail. Jean untied his robe and let it slip off of his shoulders feeling the fireplace heat lick his bare skin. It was hot enough to raise a slick of sweat. Reuben's gaze was part dreamy, part feverishly focused on him, moving from his face to his cock. Jean knelt between the boy's legs, spreading them, wanting to fuck him but waiting. Soon, he thought, his dick twitching in response to Reuben's hungry eyes. He slid his hand under the thin undershirt, feeling smooth skin, finding the boy's nipple and playing with it. He pushed the cloth up to look at him. Reuben's chest was perfect, he thought. Not too thin, not overly muscled but well defined; his skin pale and satiny, his nipples puckered but tender. In broad strokes he ran his hands down his bare sides. He unsnapped the plastic pants. The skin around the legs of the diaper was moist with sweat and lotion. Jean fingertips edged just inside to hot skin -- the feel was too arousing for him, too close to the hot moist sensation he wanted around his cock -- and he withdrew his fingers to massage him through the padding, outlining and rubbing his hardon, the fingers of his other hand probing between the cheeks of his ass through the barrier of fabric. They'd drawn an audience, Jean knew, but at least for now it was a quiet one. There were only whispering sounds of movement, not enough not to distract Reuben. There wasn't the convenience of a ready made slit in the diaper to fuck him through. Jean turned the boy on his stomach, making a saddle for him of the plush cat so his ass was raised up. He could tell from the way Reuben's hips moved that he was very aroused and wanting to be fucked. Jean unfastened the diaper, exposing the boy's beautiful naked ass, glistening with lotion and pink from the rubbing of the diaper. He had to tear his eyes away from the sight of his cock lodged between the boy's round cheeks to keep from coming too soon. So hot and slick inside him, like having his dick squeezed into a flesh inferno. Balancing the weight of his upper body on his forearms, Jean inhaled the mixed lotion and powder scents from the steamy diaper, Reuben's skin, the lemony scent of the boy's shampoo. He worked his dick through the resistant rings of muscle. Soon he was in and lost in the bliss of fucking him. He heard murmuring, sounds of sucking, distantly. A groan. But no sounds carried the impact of Reuben's huffing breathy moans, even though they were muffled into the folds of quilt. The frantic motion under him of Reuben coming was both the last straw for Jean and the signal to his body that he could revel in letting himself go.