Date: Tue, 07 May 2002 17:44:24 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Babying Reuben, chapter 13

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.

Other stories of mine may now be found in the
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Note to my Reuben readers: Sorry for the lapse in
posting times. I'm afraid my well is running dry for
this story and I'm looking to wrap it up. If there's
a theme or action you want to see enacted, maybe
drop me a line with suggestions and I'll see if I can't
bring this tale to a satisfying close for all concerned.



Babying Reuben ~ chapter thirteen


by Biscuit


Reuben was still warm and damp from his bath. He
was on his hands and knees. A rug as plush as his toy
cat cushioned him from the floor. The small black and
white tiles blurred as he gazed at them beyond the
edge of the rug.

He curled his fingers into the fleece, shutting his eyes,
breathing in the steamy air as Jean prepared him with
a thickly lubed finger. Reuben was nervous and aroused,
anticipating what the enema would feel like.

It was Christmas day. The gifts under the tree had been
opened the night before. The small gold hoops Jean had
given him were in his ears. The new leather jacket which
was heavier and more sturdy than the old one, was hanging
in the front hall. New paints and a set of luxuriant
brushes were still under the tree.

This particular gift hadn't been wrapped or put under the
tree. Jean had taken it out of the bathroom closet as
Reuben soaked in the tub. But the boy knew it for a gift,
just the same, as he watched Jean prepare it.

Only Jean. Even his own mother had never handled him
so intimately. Reuben remembered a time, a brief period
when he'd started first grade that he'd suffered from
constipation. A horrible, shameful problem that his mother
had treated with prune juice and prayer. His stomach pains
had gotten so bad that he'd had to be taken to the doctor.
The doctor had asked about his diet and if he was nervous
about school. Then he'd prescribed suppositories. Reuben
still remembered his mother's face when the doctor had
explained how to administer them. She'd been wooden
to cover her disgust. At home, Reuben had been given the
mysterious blue jar of strange moisture-beaded wax sticks
and left alone. Even the memory of it shamed him. He'd
lost half of the slippery things in the toilet before finally
managing to get one mostly inside himself and it had hurt,
like being pierced.

The memory sent a rash of goose bumps across his chest
and tightened the ring of his anal muscles. Then he felt
Jean's steadying hand on the cheek of his ass; the warm
hint of his breath before he kissed the sensitive spot at
the base of Reuben's spine, making him shiver with pleasure.
He was with Jean, not alone. Safe, not in pain. No part of his
body disgusted Jean. When the nozzle slid into him, the
tremor that passed through him was of pleasure.

The liquid filling him felt strange. Not unpleasant but
like nothing he'd ever felt before. Then he began to feel
full, a pressure that was uncomfortable and yet oddly
arousing.

"Just a little more baby," Jean said, rubbing his back. It
was a heavy sensation, and then heavier, until he thought
he couldn't possibly hold any more, his insides distended.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the nozzle slide out.
Jean blotted the drip of water between his cheeks. Reuben's
ass muscles clenched involuntarily, sending a vague cramp
through his stomach. Oh God, he thought, I can't possibly
hold this.

But Jean began to massage him, his belly, his thighs,
and Reuben was shocked by how good it felt. The inward
strain keyed his nerves and skin to extreme sensitivity.
His cock was stiff under his water taut stomach.

"Lie down on the rug," Jean told him, easing him onto his
side on the thick fur-like surface. When Jean's hand brushed
his cock it twitched and swelled harder. He squeezed his ass
tight to hold in the water. Pressure from the inside made his
erection feel sweeter, deeper, but he was scared of losing
control.

"Soon, baby," Jean said. The cramping feeling passed as he
was stroked and petted. The thought assailed Reuben that he
must be crazy to want to this as he turned slowly on to his
back.

Then he felt Jean's hand between his legs, lightly stroking
his scrotum, tracing the shapes with gentle fingertips. It felt
so good that he didn't think anymore about why or how it
could feel so good, whether he was crazy or not to want it.

Jean toyed with him until Reuben thought the expanding
sensations would make him explode and come all at once.

"Oh God, Jean," he gasped, overcome with chills.

"It's okay, baby. It's time." Slowly Jean helped him up,
lifting him by his armpits and guiding him onto the toilet.
Reuben twisted in torment of needing to release the
pressure in his bowels and the need to come. Jean knelt
beside him and Reuben hugged his neck, his breathing
shallow and hard. He was almost afraid to unclench his
muscles. Jean was urging him, murmuring encouragement,
caressing his stomach, his chest, pinching gently at his taut
nipples. Each light touch was electric. Then Jean's hand
closed around Reuben's aching cock and started to pump
him. The spasms overtook Reuben like a storm breaking.
He groaned uncontrollably as the water gushed from his
body and he erupted in hot jets of cum through his lover's
stroking fist.

Reuben hung on Jean's neck, weak as a kitten; the side
of his face warmed by kisses. Jean soaped him clean and
Reuben felt he'd never been physically closer to him
or more soul deep in love.


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Jean wasn't surprised that Reuben was aroused by the
enema. What surprised him was the after effect. He'd
expected the physical ordeal to make him docile. He
had anticipated that he'd be carrying a limp, dreamy
Reuben to bed when it was done.

He did carry him to bed. Reuben was as relaxed as taffy
in his arms but his eyes were smoldering. So different
from the hazy distance he was used to seeing in his
young lover's eyes, as if some inner veil had lifted.

In the nursery Jean sat cross-legged with Reuben's
spread thighs resting on him. It was, as always, very
arousing to have the boy naked in front of him like
this, his pink cock plump and begging to be touched.

He is irresistible, thought Jean. Reuben's allure was
different, deeper, than any lover Jean had ever had.
Jean felt protective and empowered but far from in
control of him. Reuben wasn't weak, or helpless -- if
anything, Jean considered his young lover strong. He
was humbled by Reuben's trust, the vulnerability he
was willing to show.

Giving Reuben the enema had been powerfully erotic
for Jean; challenging him to a level of awareness that
that had been exquisite -- his senses tuned minutely to
every tremor and quiver of Reuben's body. Something
had changed in the process. There was something new
in the way the boy was responding to him. Hard for him
to name. It dawned slowly on Jean that it wasn't his shy
baby gazing up at him from behind the shield of his
bear or his cat.

Reuben had stretched his arms back and crossed them
over his head, exposing his silky armpits with their
surprisingly scant wisps of dark hair. His face was
open, vulnerable, and his eyes dark with desire. As if all
his joints had been loosened, his body moved invitingly
as Jean touched him, gathering the slippery package of
his balls and cock in both hands, massaging him gently.

It's like he's flirting with me, Jean thought, amazed by
the coquettish look in Reuben's eyes, the suggestive way
his lips were open. It sent a sweet fire tumbling through
him.

He cinched the white cloth snugly across Reuben's crotch
and traced the  swollen shape of his growing erection,
feathering light caresses over his balls. The boy's hips
lifted to his touch, seeking more pressure. Jean rubbed
the thick column of the trapped cock.


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Reuben ran his hands down his own stomach and took
Jean's hand in both of his, massaging it, caressing his
long fingers. He saw the questioning look in his lover's
eyes and wasn't sure how to answer it. He only knew
that a feeling had built inside that made it impossible
to lie still; a feeling of wanting to touch, to reach out.

He tugged on Jean's hand, urging him to lie down with
him -- and Jean did. Reuben turned on his side to face
him, nudging him to lie on his back. He cast a long
glance down Jean's body with possessive pleasure.

"I suppose," he said, laying his hand on Jean's chest,
stroking the soft bronze circle of a nipple that grew
hard under his fingertip, "I'm a very badly behaved
boy." He felt a thrill of arousal in saying it out loud to
Jean as he touched him and was aware of the flush of
heat in his face.

Jean's cock was like a magnet he was momentarily
resisting. Reuben tried to stay calm. What he wanted was
for Jean to lie still and let him touch him. He wondered if
he should say so, but didn't speak again as he began to
explore. Though he felt a tension in his lover's body, he
thought Jean seemed poised to let him do as he wanted.

Reuben lowered his face to Jean's chest and rubbed his
closed lips over the nipple he'd teased hard. Jean at
first seemed tense, his muscles alert, but Reuben felt
him relax slightly and he started to suck. Jean's skin was
delicious to him and he inhaled deeply to fill himself with
the scent of him; the lingering aromas from the bath and
under them, the intimate smell of his body. Reuben wanted
to bury his face in Jean's armpit but was afraid it would
alarm him. He ran his tongue down the center groove of
Jean's smooth chest, feeling the hardness of bone and
muscle under the soft covering of skin.

He's mine, he thought, as much as I'm his. He thought of
David for a moment and considered the possibility that
much of his growing sense of Jean belonging to him came
from exerting his will against the other man's desire to
have him. It was a new and growing awareness, different
from what he'd felt before which was an overwhelming
need to be possessed by Jean. He'd always found Jean
beautiful to look at, but had only hoped to be taken by
him, touched by him. Now he was discovering what he
could take for himself and it seemed miraculous. Reuben
had often wanted to suck Jean's cock, envisioning it as he
sucked a bottle, but he'd never been given it to put in his
mouth. Now he knew he was going to take it and the closer
he got the more excited he was.

He pressed his nose and lips into Jean's lower stomach,
following the light trail of hair that started under his
navel. He couldn't believe how arousing the feel and
smell was, how hungry he was to taste him.


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It was as incredible to Jean as the day Reuben had shown
up uninvited at his door. Reuben's shy but passionate survey
of his body with his mouth was a torment of pleasure. Jean
was dying to fuck him, watching the boy's diapered ass
moving, in reach of him. Reuben had been crouched on his
knees beside him and then had straddled Jean's chest to get
the angle he wanted for sucking him. Jean caressed the boy's
thighs, gazing hungrily at his waving butt.

Reuben's sucking was both awkward and eager, arousing
but nowhere near satisfying. Jean withstood it as long as
he could, fighting the urge to thrust his cock deep in the
boy's throat.

"Baby," he groaned, squeezing Reuben's thighs, his thumbs
riding under the edge of the cloth covering his ass. "I've
got to fuck you." He took advantage of Reuben glancing
back at him to pull him up. There was a hint of reproach in
the stormy blue gray eyes but no protest when Jean turned
him onto his stomach.

Jean took a moment to breathe and recover, rubbing
Reuben's back, feeling his ass and sliding a finger into
the warm moist nest where he longed to bury his cock. He
kissed the boy's shoulder, raking him lightly with his teeth.

"Such a good baby," he said and kissed the side of Reuben's
face near his ear, "putting your daddy's prick in your mouth."
The boy shivered and his backside lifted to take Jean's finger
deeper.

He greased his cock and wedged it in through the rent in the
cloth, shuddering to feel the hot slick skin. He gripped him
by his shoulders and thrust into him, waiting breathless
moments for the boy's body to accommodate him. Then at
last he took what he'd been waiting for, fucking hard and
deep into Reuben's yielding body.


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Reuben had drifted off to sleep in the aftermath of making
love. He dreamt he was in a warm dark cave and was
urinating into a fur pelt pressed between his legs. He woke
to find that he'd burrowed under the duvet, curled up like
a crescent around Jean's bent knees, his face inches from the
ripe heat of Jean's groin. He realized with a surge of pleasure
that he was emptying his bladder, for real, into his diaper.
The stream ended with a twitch of hardening in his cock as
he fully registered where he was, inhaling the musk of Jean's
body. Slowly, gently, he pressed his face closer to Jean. He
found the head of Jean's cock with his lips and maneuvered it
into his mouth with his tongue. It felt so good to suck, the
texture springy and smooth, the taste both earthy and sharp.
He snaked his hand down between his legs. Through the plastic
pants he could feel the heat of the warm piss he'd just soaked
himself with and he squeezed his stiffening cock.

The prick in his mouth was getting firmer as he sucked,
not as easy to manipulate with his tongue and lips. Jean
stirred and Reuben felt his lover's long fingers stroking
down through his hair, over the side of his face. Then
he felt the flow of air as Jean lifted the cover.

Reuben let the now hard cock slide out of his mouth.
Somewhat reluctantly he climbed up out of his cozy
den into Jean's arms. He was happy then to be held and
kissed, to have Jean feel between his legs and slide a
fingertip under the leg of the plastic pants.

"Close your eyes, baby, I'm going to turn on the light."

Reuben shut his eyes and opened them slowly to the
pink glow from the bedside lamp. He gazed at Jean
who'd gotten out of the bed to fetch a towel from the
shelf over the radiator. The back view of Jean's body
was beautiful. Reuben admired the way Jean's waist
tapered and the dimples over his muscular ass. What
would it be like, he wondered, to fuck Jean? Reuben
imagined feeling the rounded firm cheeks under him,
thrusting between them into a tight slippery heat. His
cock jerked in answer that it would feel very, very good.

He didn't believe Jean would ever let him do that. Had
David ever done it, he wondered. Reuben hated to think
so but he could picture it with a terrible vivid precision;
David's long fair body on top of Jean, heaving with the
pleasure of fucking him. No!

The terrible image faded as Jean came back to the bed.
Reuben lifted his backside to let Jean spread the warm
towel under him.

"Don't worry sweetheart, you'll be clean and dry soon,"
he said, misinterpreting the look of concern on Reuben's
face. He leaned down to kiss him and Reuben hugged him,
holding him; excited and reassured by the feel of Jean's
lips, his tongue. He felt Jean's hand through the damp
cloth and thin plastic covering his crotch. It curved
gently around him and stroked him lightly.

"I love you so much, baby," Jean said. All thought of
David was banished from his mind.

It's Christmas, thought Reuben, and felt his eyes burn
with a threat of grateful tears. How often had he been
wracked with a feverish anticipation of the day as a child.
As he'd gotten older he'd come to dread it. It seemed
like Christmas existed for others, for real families, not
his. He supposed his parents had made an effort when
he was very young but the shop claimed most of their
attention. The holiday was about business, selling, the
decorations and excitement were all aimed at others. In
their own home, above the store, the day seemed empty
when it arrived. Now he had Jean and the day was full
to overflowing.


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Reuben's backside was pink and Jean powdered it lightly,
afraid he was getting chafed from being in the soaked
confines of the diaper. He smoothed the dusting of talc
over the soft cheeks, holding the boy's legs up. It was so
tempting to see the moist skin of his cleft. Jean felt the
urge to just fold the slim legs back further and fuck him
again. But he resisted. Better, he thought, to let the boy's
skin breathe for a little while. Maybe get the fireplace
going and stretch out in front of it. It would be good to
get some warm dry air on Reuben's skin. So instead of
climbing on top of him, Jean lowered the boy's legs
and went to get his own dressing gown.

Reuben was gazing at him, disappointed but curious, his
head at an angle on the pillow. He'd found his cat in the
blankets and was hugging it in one arm. Lucky cat, thought
Jean, to be nestled in that armpit with its furry head on
Reuben's breast.

"I'm going to put a naked baby in front of the fireplace,"
said Jean, lifting Reuben and his cat into his arms. "And
toast his tender little butt while I get his dinner started."

On the padding of a comforter over the Oriental rug,
Jean settled Reuben down with a host of pillows. It was
almost impossible to walk away from him then. Jean
lingered, urged by Reuben's tugging at his robe. He was
pretty sure what the boy wanted and though he feared
he'd lose the control he was trying to maintain, he gave
in. This baby, he thought, wants to suck. He lowered
himself on his side next to him and slid his robe away,
draping it back over his hip. His cock was glistening, more
eager than he was, to forget about dinner, about restraint.

Jean slid his hand under the nape of Reuben's neck and
drew him closer.

"Just a little, baby," he told him, guiding him to his prick.
At the first touch of Reuben's warm wet mouth Jean's
breath caught and his cock jerked. He wasn't a devotee
of getting head. He liked to fuck. Given a choice he would
always prefer the release of hard thrusting into the tight
wet heat of a partner's ass to coming in their mouth. But if
there were a mouth that could tempt him it was the one now
sliding wetly down his hard shaft. That Reuben didn't know
what he was doing was obvious. But the awkwardness
of his meandering caresses, the inexpert motions of his lips
and tongue were more exciting to Jean more than the most
practiced of blow jobs could ever have been.

He was dangerously close to creaming Reuben's mouth when
the boy pulled back, his eyes stormy and his lips red from
sucking. Jean was surprised to have Reuben push him on to
his back and climb on top of him. His slender thighs spread
over Jean's chest, giving him a heart wrenchingly beautiful
view of his inviting ass. Jean grabbed the boy's hips and
pulled him down to his face. He licked at the seam of his
ass cleft, burrowing into the tender pucker of his hole as
Reuben squirmed in his grasp, rubbing his cock through
a slick of precum on Jean's chest.

Jean was lost to Reuben's feverish excitement. The boy's
hands pushed hard on his thighs to spread them, the heat
of his breath teasing as his mouth hovered over Jean's cock.
Reuben was rubbing his own hardness into the now slippery
skin on Jean's chest.

Jean groped for Reuben's erection as the boy fastened onto
his cock. Fingers gripped him tight and Jean succumbed
to thrusting, fucking Reuben's fist as he drove the head of
his dick, over and over, through the wet hot bloom of his
lips. He had one hand around the boy's cock and the other
shot down to grab his head, tangling his fingers tight in
the boy's long curls as he fired off hot in his mouth.

He came back to himself, hearing a plaintive squeal from
Reuben. He loosened his grip on the boy's sticky, softening
cock, still clutched tight in his hand. Reuben maneuvered
himself off of him like a newborn colt on shaky legs and
made his way on hands and knees to snuggle up along
Jean's side, his head resting heavy but welcome on his
shoulder.

With a stretch of his recovering muscles, Jean hugged
him, aware again of the warmth and crackle of the fire.
He kissed Reuben's forehead, stroking a lazy hand down
his back.

"Merry Christmas, baby," he said.

"Did you like it?" Reuben asked softly, tilting his head
up, his nose nudging at Jean's jaw.

"It was the best," Jean told him. Though the boy made a
mumble of protest, Jean turned slowly, easing him off
to the side. He dragged a pillow in place under Reuben's
head, and was rewarded by the sight of his smile.

Sixteen, thought Jean. So young. He cherished the youth
of Reuben as he gazed at him but felt the promise of the
changes to come. It gave him pleasure to think of Reuben
maturing; he could almost picture him ten years in the
future, dauntingly handsome.

"What are you thinking?" Reuben asked, reaching up to
brush at the spots where his cum was nearly dry on Jean's
stomach.

"About my baby all grown up," he answered, and took
Reuben's hand in his to kiss.