Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2002 01:29:52 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Babying Reuben, chapter 15

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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.


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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.


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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.