Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2001 00:01:01 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Babying Reuben, chapter 3

This story involves teen/adult, male/male graphic sex and is 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. It is not in any
way, shape, or form meant to encourage unsafe, unprotected
sex.

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Babying Reuben ~ chapter three

by Biscuit


Reuben was adrift in a state he couldn't name, that
he only achieved in Jean's presence; deeply relaxed,
aroused; dreamy, but far from sleep. He was warm,
very warm. The bed was turned down. He was on his
back, his ass was raised on a towel-covered pillow,
his legs spread over Jean's bare thighs. Through half
closed eyes, Reuben was watching Jean's face. Jean
glanced up at him from time to time, but mostly
he paid attention to what he was doing, leaving
Reuben free to look his fill.

Jean had shaved him. Reuben liked being smooth. He
liked even more feeling the lather and the glide of the
sharp blade, the intensity of Jean's attention and the
tender, careful handling of his balls.

A squirt of lotion at the entrance of his ass made his
hole tightened in reflex. Then he felt the teasing touch
of a cotton swab swirled through the sensitive opening
and he shivered with ticklish pleasure. His muscles
tightened around the stick of the swab as Jean slid it
out of him. More, he thought, more. Then Jean's
slippery finger slid into him, exploring his rectum,
finding the sweet spot that turned him to butter. He
spread his legs as wide as he could, thinking he'd die
if Jean didn't fuck him soon.

The confinement of the diaper was both maddening and
wonderful. Jean had a variety of ways he wrapped him
in the snowy soft cloth, sometimes binding his genitals
tightly, other times leaving the folds of fabric loose
enough to be able to slide his hand inside and play with
his slippery cock. He'd begun, early on, to position a slit
in the diaper aligned to Reuben's ass so he could finger
him. Later on he'd used the opening to fuck him.

Fucking is what Reuben was praying for. He'd wanted
it from Jean from the very beginning, but only gotten
it after a half dozen encounters in which Jean had done
everything else to him, but. Reuben believed that the
sessions were tailored to Jean's needs, and feared that
the man just didn't want it, that it wasn't part of the
game.

Then a time had come, in the midst of summer, when
he'd been driven beyond endurance. Reuben had wanted
so badly to be fucked, to finally have Jean inside him,
that he'd squirmed in Jean's lap until he'd gotten the
head of his cock lodged between his diapered cheeks.
He'd felt the wild beating of Jean's heart against his
back as the man hugged him to still him, and reached
down between them to position himself to penetrate
him.

That's what he wanted now. He was focused on Jean's
erection, the powerful column of flesh that he dreamed
about in the long stretches of days between their
encounters.

"Turn over, baby," Jean said, his voice slightly rough
under its tenderness. Reuben did, hips raised on the
pillow. Holding his bear in his arms, he pressed
his face into its silky fur stomach as he thrust his
bound, throbbing cock into the pillow under his
hips.

He muffled his gasps of pleasure in the bear's fur when
the blunt, slick head of Jean's prick nosed between his
cheeks. There was nothing on earth like the feeling of
being filled, being opened and caressed from inside by
Jean. He bit the bear's head; chills like pain, but not
pain, running through his gut.

He loved the weight of Jean on his back, his lips
warming the side of his face with kisses. Reuben wanted
to be fucked like this forever. He lay almost still, on an
impossible plateau of pleasure, poised at the threshold
of coming, senses swimming in it without spilling over.
Jean moved in and out of him, pressing him into the
deliciousness of his bindings. Only when the thrusts
intensified, slamming into him hard, did Reuben arch
up into Jean and let himself go over the edge from
sweetness into the frenzy of coming. He bit into the
bear's fur to keep from screaming.


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Ridiculous, Jean thought, looking at the battered
white bear, so hard used. Saying so in his mind, didn't
lessen it's charm for him. Jean was in love with the boy
and his bear. Reuben still had hold of it as he lay on his
back in a melted puddle. Jean let him rest, covers drawn
up to warm him now that the heat of sex was dissipating.
He'd snapped a pair of plastic pants around the lotion and
cum soaked diaper, sealing Reuben into it. It only
remained for him to piss and Jean would dispose of the
whole sodden mess.

Jean had cursorily washed himself and put on a robe,
wondering if he dared to invite the boy to have
dinner with him. Could he take him to Laurent's? No.
Dinner alone would be better. For now. Trying to
think what he could throw together for a meal, he
went back to the bed.

I've got to get him to stay, he thought, sitting
beside Reuben, tucking the covers securely around
him and the bear, but leaving a gap at the side for
his hand to slide under. Reuben's eyelids barely
fluttered open to see him before closing again, his
chin settling deeper on the bear's head.

"Is my baby wet?" Jean whispered, feeling his way
down Reuben's warm stomach to slide a finger inside
the plastic pants. Nothing, yet. Jean withdrew his hand.

He watched Reuben's face for the expression of subtle
tension that clouded it when he relieved himself. He
looked relaxed now, his pretty features softened, the
heavy, lax curls of his dark brown hair pushed back
from his brow. Reuben's hair was thick and soft,
long enough to reach his shoulders, though now it
was spread in a tangle on the pillow.

Carefully, Jean touched him, resting his hand over the
humped, padded shape of his crotch, petting gently
from time to time. He leaned down to kiss his cheek,
teasing a little with the tip of his tongue. The boy
sighed and began to rock almost imperceptibly into the
curve of Jean's palm. Then it came, the slight frown,
face nuzzling into the bear. Jean felt the spreading heat
under his hand as Reuben released the flow of urine.
Jean found it arousing; Reuben's shivering pleasure, his
utter surrender. Leaning over him, Jean nudged the
bear aside with his nose to reach Reuben's mouth, he
had to kiss him.

Jean meant for the kiss to be brief and gentle. It was
time to be slowly backing away from Reuben;
time to wash him and prepare to let him go, to cuddle
him and prolong the dreamy state he was in before
quietly relinquishing him. Or would he ask him to
stay?

Then he was kissing him hard, forcing his mouth
open with his tongue.

Oh God, thought Jean, I want to fuck him again. He
was getting hard and Reuben's arm was sliding around
his neck, the bear dropping out of his fist.

Jean knew that very soon, what now felt warm and
good to Reuben would swiftly become an irritation; he
needed to get him out of the urine soaked cloth. He
pulled away from him and saw a shadow of reproach
in Reuben's gray blue eyes. Oh God, Jean groaned
inwardly, why is he upset? Because I stopped kissing
him? He lowered himself, now on top of Reuben,
putting his arms around him, renewing the kiss that
he'd broken. Reuben groaned in Jean's mouth and
tried to wrap his legs around him, kicking at the
cover to get it out of his way, rubbing against
Jean's erection. He seemed frantic.

"Yes, baby, yes," Jean assured him, "I want you.
Just let me ..."

"Now, please," Reuben begged against Jean's lip's.
Jean was stunned. The boy had never spoken a word
during sex, never. The plea licked him like flame and
Jean groped to get the plastic out of his way, tearing at
the snaps. His fingers dug at the soaking cloth,
unbelievably heavy and hard to manipulate, resisting
him as he searched for the opening. The diaper felt
rough against the head of his cock, almost painful to
push through and Reuben was whimpering and
straining to get him inside.

Insane, Jean thought, to be fucking him this way but
Reuben seemed to want it and he couldn't stop. He
battered his way into him, grabbing the boy's legs
and forcing them up to his shoulders so he could get
deeper. He looked down at him and was shocked by
what he saw. God, had he ever seen Reuben's naked
face while fucking him? The boy looked terrified,
completely exposed without the white bear to hide his
face in. Jean was so struck by the look of pain in the
furrowed brows, the bitten lips, that he stopped dead
though every nerve in his body was screaming for him
to pound into him. Jean shuddered, panting with the
effort to hold still. The longer he was poised there,
motionless, looking down at him, the more Reuben's
expression clouded with panic.

"Oh God," Reuben moaned, his eyes welling with
tears; he started struggling to push Jean away.

"Reuben, I'm sorry," Jean said, though for what, he
wasn't sure; whether he'd hurt him or just scared
him to death by plowing into him without the
protection of the bear between them. He pulled out
of him, painfully. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry." He
tried to take hold of him, desperate to soothe him.

Reuben wrenched away so hard that Jean couldn't
stop him. He was out of the bed and tearing at the
fastenings of the nearly forgotten plastic pants that
encased him. The fumes of urine rose off him as he
groped for the pins binding him into the damp cloth.
He was crying openly then, out of control. Jean stared.
He'd never seen Reuben look more beautiful, or felt
so helplessly in love with him. Not knowing what to
do, but knowing he had to do something, he got up,
and he reached for him. Reuben backed away.

"Don't touch me," he swore, pulling savagely at the
jammed pin on his hip.

"I have to. I can't let you go like this." But he froze
in his tracks at the look in Reuben's eyes, the flashing
anger through the tears.

"Bastard," Reuben spat the word. "You can't even
look at my face and fuck me! I hate you." He was
shaking with anger and still weeping, pulling
uselessly at the binding on his hip.

Impossible! Jean could hardly think past the pounding
of his blood.

"Reuben no!" He took hold of him, pulling him tight
to his chest in spite of his struggling. "Stop," he said,
breathlessly. "Just stop," he commanded so harshly
that Reuben did stop struggling, but was breathing
hard, trembling in Jean's arms. Jean squeezed him,
burying his face in Reuben's hair.

"You looked at me," the boy cried, with his breath
catching, "and didn't see your precious baby and
you couldn't even fuck me."

"That's not what happened," he said, rubbing hard
down Reuben's back. "I thought I was hurting you."

"No," Reuben moaned weakly, his head falling onto
Jean's chest.

"God, I love you, Reuben."

"No," he protested in a voice that had gone whispery
as a reed. "You don't. How could you? You call me,
what, maybe twice, in a month." His voice was quiet
and raw but his shaky hands were on Jean's waist.

"I live to see you" Reuben said.

Painful. Absurd and too wonderful for words. Jean
ran his hands down Reuben's back to his hips; his
deft fingers finding the recalcitrant pin and
unwinding the caught pinch of cloth to release it.

"I love you so much," he breathed into Reuben's
incredibly soft hair as he freed him first from one
side and then the other of the heavy weight of
swaddled diaper.

He heard the boy gasp and felt the hot face
burrowing into his neck as Reuben awkwardly
spread his legs to let Jean remove the thing from
around him. Like a mother improvising for the
sake of her baby, Jean managed to hang on
to the boy with one arm while tossing the used
cloth at the plastic basin on the floor by the bed.

Reuben was damp pressing up against him,
lifting his face at last from Jean's shoulder. Sad
as the tear drenched face looked, Jean had to
smile. This hurt could be fixed.

"From now on, I'll call you every day," he said
and was rewarded by the stormy eyes widening.