Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 01:01:54 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: babying reuben, chapter 6

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.

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Babying Reuben ~ chapter six

by Biscuit


Reuben had his own space now, on the third floor, but he
felt like the whole place was his. On the third floor, he painted.
On the second floor, Jean's bedroom was his bedroom. But the
second room, across the hall, was where they played. Slowly
the things that Reuben loved had migrated up there. The lamp
with the painted horse, the basket of toys. The wheeled cart
with its bounty of cloths and lotions and powder. The pitcher
and basin. Even before he had officially moved in, they'd
moved their lovemaking here.

The bed was smaller and there was no wood stove. But
Reuben loved it just the same. The arm chair was there, with
its broad ottoman, positioned close to the big iron radiator
that had been coated with white paint. There were shelves
over it with soft white towels that got warmed up by the
rising heat.

He went in there alone, Jean still downstairs in the shop. Just
for a few minutes, he thought, a break from his homework.
On the bed, with the fat satin cover pulled up to his waist.
Almost instantly, his cock stiffened up and he unzipped his
jeans, giving it room to expand through the opened front.

What would it be like, he wondered, to go to a party with
Jean? He couldn't imagine a room full of boys in diapers. It
was just too impossible to picture. But he could see himself,
vividly, naked except for the white cloth, spread out on a
bed in a room with a sparkling christmas tree, Jean touching
him, Jean's friends watching.

Reuben's hands slid into his jeans, pushing them further down
his hips. He framed his erection and reached into the sides
of his briefs to loosen the tug at his balls. He was massaging
them, lifting them when he heard the sound of the door.

With a flutter of fear, knowing he couldn't get up and hide
what he'd been doing before Jean found him, Reuben left
his hands where they were, and waited for Jean to show up.
He heard noises from the bathroom and then the kitchen
and began to wonder if Jean would even look for him in
this room.

"Jean," he called out. Now wanting to be found. A moment
later, Jean was there. He leaned against the door frame,
looking in at him, with a bottle of beer in his hand. Reuben
knew Jean was hesitating to come in because Reuben should
be studying. They had more or less agreed that playing had
to come after work and schoolwork.

"I saw the baby's school books in front of the fireplace,"
Jean said, "but no baby." He smiled at him a little. "I thought
you might be up in the studio." He straightened and came into
the room, setting his beer on the clothes bureau. Reuben
knew he should be at those books, now. The academic part
of his schoolwork was a challenge for him to keep up with.
Not easy like his art classes, and semester finals were
looming. But his cock was straining and dampening his
underpants with Jean approaching him, knowing he was
going to touch him. He was bending over him, and Reuben
reached up to pull him all the way close to kiss, his whole
body arching with pleasure when Jean's hand slid down
his stomach and rubbed slowly over his cock.

"I tell you what we'll do, sweetheart," Jean said. "We'll
play for a little while, and then you'll be a good baby
while I make supper, and take a look at some of those
books that are spread out on the floor." Reuben nodded,
relieved to see Jean turn on the bedside lamp, casting the
pink glow that was like magic, allowing him to drift
deeper.

Reuben lifted his ass to let Jean spread the warmed towel
under him. He'd been given his bear to hold, and a
pacifier. The rounded nipple shape felt good in his mouth,
though he would rather be sucking milk. No bottle before
studying. That much he knew he wouldn't get. Maybe
after. He dreamed of a bottle that could have Jean's dick
inside it, he wished he could suck him that way while he
was being touched. There was a slippery, slick sound of
Jean warming the lotion in his hands before putting it on
him. If he'd planned to do this, Reuben knew, the lotion
would have been set on the boarded top of the radiator to
get warm. Still, it wasn't cold by the time Jean was
massaging it up and down his cock and spreading it over
his balls. He spread his legs wide, bending his knees.


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Jean couldn't believe how quickly things had happened.
Reuben's uncle had been only too glad to be rid of the
smell of paints and the mess in his attic. Reuben's mother
had been thrilled to be relieved of obligation to her
brother. If he were mine, Jean thought, I'd have been
a lot more curious about a man willing to rent space so
cheaply to my son and take him in. But he'd met the
woman, not ten years older than he was; a shopkeeper
from a small town. He'd liked her and she'd betrayed
no suspicion of him.

Now he is mine, he thought.

He wound the cloth tight around the swollen shaft,
and another strip under Reuben's oiled and powdered
balls. The boy was so turned on, his cock seemed to
throb in the air in its binding. It was something new
for Jean to create a cock ring of cloth. Only the crown
and his testicles were bare, both taut and shiny.

Another toy that he had added to their collection was
a plug. It was five inches long and supple, thick. Jean
lubricated it heavily. Holding Reuben's knees bent
back with his forearm, he slowly worked in into his
ass. Only then, did he cover Reuben with a diaper.

Jean wanted into the ass he was covering up. His dick
was protesting that he'd lost his mind. But he would
wait, making himself think about what he'd cook for
dinner, about anything but how badly he wanted to
fuck Reuben. Later.

Instead, he dressed him in flannel pajamas, putting
slippers on his feet. Reuben, looking slightly outraged
with the realization that Jean was not going to make
him come, on his back in the loose and cozy folds of
pale blue flannel, loose everywhere but the taut hump
of his crotch, looked so adorable to Jean that he
almost relented.

Jean picked him up in his arms, like a cross between
a baby and a bride, and started out of the room.

"You're not," Reuben said.

"Oh, I am. I'm making dinner and you're spending
at least the next thirty minutes or so, reading about
chemistry or whatever the hell it is you've got set
up out there."

He carried him into the living room. Then Reuben
stood, pouting, with his bear in his arms, watching
Jean spread a blanket on the floor by the mess of
strewn books, and drop a few pillows down on it
from the couch.

"Voila," he said, and turned to Reuben, who he was
relieved to see smile a little. God, the boy looked
so sexy, still aroused but drawn out of his haze. He
was swimming in the flannel, and his ridiculous bear
was choked under his folded arms. Jean allowed
himself a brief hug, a kiss he intended to be quick.

"I hate you, Jean," Reuben said, but he was pliant
in his arms. Still looking up after being kissed. So
appealing, with his moistened lips, that Jean had to
kiss him again even though sliding his tongue in
Reuben's mouth was fresh torment for his hard
dick.


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Reuben was surprised to be reading and, more than
that, comprehending his chemistry text. Like the
words were leaping into his brain. He was lying on
his belly, his bound prick cradled in a pillow under
his hips, another pillow under his chest and his book
spread out in front of him with his bear beside it. He
was miraculously able to pay attention to it and even
make a few notes in the margin. It felt good, it felt
really good, to move his hips just a little and get the
feel of the slippery thickness in his ass at the same
time he pressed into the moist folds of the diaper.

He heard Jean in the kitchen, in the background, and
the aromas of dinner were tantalizing. Butter and
spices. And somehow he was studying chemistry.