Date: Sat, 09 Mar 2002 01:12:23 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Babying Reuben, chapter ten

This is a story involving male/male graphic sex and it's
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are: Boy In A Pink Box, Vancouver Island, Willow and
Back To The Playground. They may be found in either
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Babying Reuben ~ chapter ten

by Biscuit



Reuben was disoriented and thirsty when he woke up.
In the darkness he heard ice tinkling in a glass, it made
him thirstier. He was in a bed, warm, his christmas cat
in his arms under a thick duvet.

"Hey," he heard a whisper and saw the shadowy shape
of Benny. Reuben gave a start and looked around. He
was surprised to see he was in a very large bed. To the
side of him Jean was on his back, sound asleep. And
to the side of Jean there were other body shapes in a
shadowy terrain. He had no memory of getting in the
bed and wondered just how much "milk" he'd had to
drink. "Hey," Benny whispered again and Reuben
looked around.

The boy was kneeling on the floor next to the bed,
sipping from a tall glass of something, with a straw
in it. Accustomed to the dim light now, Reuben
saw that Benny was smiling at him

"I was just peeking at you sleeping," said Benny,
his voice as quiet as a feather. "I had to get up and
get a drink."

Reuben cleared his throat. His eyes must have
betrayed his thirst, staring at the tall glass because
Benny held it out, offering the straw and Reuben
gratefully leaned forward, sucking up a big gulp
of icewater.

"Thanks," he whispered.

"Sure." Benny set the glass on the bedside table
and Reuben saw him shrug off his robe, letting it
pool around him on the floor. His eyes widened at
the sight of Benny's moonlit naked body, naked that
is except for the puffed shape of his diaper. Seeing
it, Reuben realized that he too was snugged into one.
His cock stiffened in the hot moist binding of it and
he was glad that it was probably too dark for Benny
to see the blush he felt rising to his face.

It surprised him, but didn't bother him when Benny
kissed him. If it had been anyone else, Reuben
thought, feeling Benny's lips teasing his, the kiss
would have thrown him into a panic. To find David,
or Joey, or Daniel kneeling beside him, looking at
him in the dark, would have been frightening. But
Benny? He was too funny and cute to be afraid of.
Reuben could feel the smile on Benny's mouth
between kisses.

"Want to come out and play?" the boy murmured
low, near Reuben's ear.

Reuben shook his head. That, he thought, Benny or
no, would be too scary. Instinctively he backed up,
closer to Jean. He was amazed to see that Benny
seemed to take that as an invitation to climb into
the space he'd made by backing away. Reuben's
heart sped up as a tangle of smooth cool limbs
crowded him. He heard a barely suppressed giggle
come out of Benny. A knobby knee was wedging
between Reuben's legs, followed by the slide of a
silky thigh and the press of his crotch; unmistakable,
Benny's erection rubbing against Reuben's in spite
of the padding that muted the sensation. Oh God,
Reuben thought, I shouldn't be doing this. His cock
got harder as Benny's mouth bumped against his,
lips open and moist, and he felt the boy's cold hands
on him.

As he grew more uneasy about kissing Benny, he
suddenly wondered who was on the other side of
Jean. Had someone, maybe Joey, gotten next to Jean
like this? Now Reuben did panic. It flowed up in a
wave from his chest, distracting him from Benny's
warm wet mouth. He pulled back, turning away,
having to see who was next to Jean.

Jean's hair was loose from its ponytail, spilling over
the pillow, his head turned to the side away from
Reuben. Not caring if he woke him, Reuben leaned
across him, peering through the dark. But he didn't
have to see to know that someone was much too close!
He felt the hand between Jean's legs as he leaned over
him, and then he made out David's face, his sleeping
profile on the pillow only inches from Jean's. Damn.

He felt Benny's hand on his back but ignored it. He
had grasped David's wrist and was pushing his hand
away from Jean, waking both of them a little, but he
didn't care. He just wanted David away from Jean.

So blind, he thought. I've been a fool! Reuben saw
scenes replaying in his head, scenes of David since
the first time in the bar, leading up to this, the sight
of him curled so intimately toward Jean in his sleep.
So obvious, he thought. David's in love with Jean.

He saw Jean stir, eyes opening slightly, taking him
in; heard him draw in a deep breath. Reuben lowered
himself on top of him, possessively, fighting the urge
to somehow shove David further away.

"What?" Jean said, sleepily, and Reuben was more
soothed than he could say by the feel of his lover's
arms coming around him, his hands on his back.

He brushed Jean's lips with his and teased him with
the tip of his tongue. Under his wrapped crotch he
felt Jean's cock stirring and it made him hotter,
knowing he was exciting him. God, it feels so good
to do this, Reuben thought, tangling his fingers in
Jean's loosened hair. Why do I always wait for him
to touch me?

Jean was waking more fully, his hands roaming.
Reuben felt them curve around his ass, squeezing,
Jean's hips pressing up into him.

He'd lost track of Benny. Now he felt a third hand
on him, stroking the back of his thigh. And then
another hand touching him. It had to be David! He
was stroking the back of Reuben's leg, now reaching
between his legs to touch Jean. Reuben imagined
himself telling David to fuck off but couldn't bring
himself to actually do it.

Jean was kissing him harder, his hand inside the
plastic pants and Reuben felt his fingers pressing
between his covered cheeks. Then inside. When
Jean's finger pushed through an opening in the
diaper, teasing at his wet hole, Reuben groaned low
in his throat.

It was a crude tactic Reuben chose next, he knew, but
it was the first thing he could think of to block David's
access to Jean. He rolled off Jean, deliberately landing
on David, and he heard a quiet 'oof' sound as his ass
butted into the man's stomach. He turned around
quickly, backing up to Jean.

"Stop wiggling around so much," Jean said softly,
but Reuben could hear the laugh in his voice. Better
yet he saw David turn away.

He knew he'd caused a commotion that was rippling
through the bed, displacing bodies, but he didn't
care. He felt Benny climb over them and land in front
of him.

The dark bedroom was coming to life with the sounds
of waking and shifting bodies but Reuben was intent
on Jean. The man was pressed up hot against his back,
kissing his shoulder, the side of his neck; his hand on
Reuben's hip, tugging open the snaps of the plastic
pants. Yes! thought Reuben.

It didn't matter at all then if Benny was there, snuggling
up to the front of him. To Reuben it was almost like his
cat or his bear had come to life as he hugged Benny.
What mattered was that Jean was fucking him.


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The boy had been half asleep, pliant and sweet, when
Jean had gotten him ready for bed. It was late. Very
late.

David had shown up with a drink as Jean had lazed
beside his sleepy young lover by the fire; Reuben
naked and clean.

"The others gone to bed?" Jean asked.

"Yep, last I saw Joey was flipping Danny over to show
him he's not much of a Daddy after all. Benny's dead
to the world."

"Benny is pretty cute," Jean said, sitting up to accept
an offered glass. Over all he felt pleased with the way
the evening had gone. He felt closer to Reuben and
good about David, who'd done nothing to raise any
alarms. "Nice party, old man," he said. "You outdid
yourself."

"Well, I had a new lamb to impress, didn't I? Seemed
to be enjoying himself."

"I think so," Jean agreed, eyes traveling over Reuben
who was spread out on the quilt and pillows, his cat in
the crook of his arm. Reuben's bare cock looked rosy
and plump on his thigh, as angelic as the rest of him.

"Are you sure it's such a good thing to get so serious,
so fast, Jean? He's very young."

"He is," Jean agreed. "Very young."

"I was only half joking when I said you spoil him,"
David said. Jean sighed, looking up from Reuben. He
found David looking at him, seriously.

"I don't spoil him," Jean said.

"Overindulge then, whatever. You hardly took your
eyes off him all night. You waited on him hand and
foot. It wouldn't hurt him to learn a few social skills,
you know. They come in handy."

"Ah, you're just jealous," Jean laughed. "What bugs
you is he didn't take his eyes off me. Hand me one of
those things." Jean pointed at the box of disposable
diapers sitting under the christmas tree. "Unless you
want this baby wetting your bed in the night."

"Does he?"

"Hasn't yet," Jean said. "But he's never gone to bed
this drunk -- thanks to you."

"Yeah well, it worked didn't it?"

"Hand me that paring knife," Jean said, nodding at
the tray of fruit and cheese still sitting in the middle
of the coffee table. He used it to cut a small slit in
the diaper and grinned at David. "You never know, I
might get lucky when he wakes up. Wouldn't want
to mess up your linens."

"Jesus. You fuck him like that?"

"Don't get any bright ideas, he's sleeping on the
other side of me, on the outside of the bed, and I'll
wake up if you lay so much as a hand on him."

Reuben was so sound asleep by then that he never
woke fully as Jean diapered him. His gray blue eyes
opened to slits, unseeing, his limbs moved laxly in
response to Jean's prompting. His cock swelled but
didn't get hard as it was tucked into the diaper's folds.
Jean leaned down to press a kiss against the slight
bulge of it between Reuben's legs, finding it
irresistible.

"You're pathetic," David murmured. "And he is
spoiled rotten." Jean only laughed. He urged Reuben
to sit up and helped him to his feet, but as soon as he
got him up he lifted him into his arms.

"Bedtime for this baby," Jean said. "You staying up?"

"Are you crazy?" David said, following. "If I don't
get in that bed now, I'll never pry my way in."

Jean was more than familiar with David's spacious
bed. He'd crawled into it after many a party, among
any number of bodies. He'd slept there alone with
David the last time they'd considered that there might
be something more than friendship between them.

It never lasted. There was no question that attraction
between them flared hot at times, but there was a big
question about what they'd do about it. Their friends
called it the battle of the tops. They seemed to have
a two week limit of tolerating each other in bed
before one or the other wanted out from underneath.


With Reuben tucked in his arms, Jean was drifting
toward sleep when he felt David press up close to his
back, hard cock against his ass.

"Don't even ..." Jean said, sleepily, turning on his back.

"You are so ungrateful," David whispered. Jean felt
his friend's long body stretched along his side, David's
face close, hovering near enough to kiss him.

"And you are so drunk," Jean sighed, letting David
kiss him, tasting the scotch underlying the toothpaste.
"Go to sleep, David."

"Jerk me off," he said so quietly Jean almost felt the
words against his mouth more than hearing them.
Not believing David would stay conscious long enough
to get off, he nevertheless wrapped his hand around the
hard dick sliding against his thigh. Jean fell asleep like
that, not awake long enough himself, to know if David
ever did come.