Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 20:47:30 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Babying Reuben, chapter nine

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Babying Reuben ~ chapter nine

by Biscuit


Maybe something was brewing between David and
Joey again, Jean thought. Hard to tell. In a way, he
hoped so. He watched David watching Joey and he
tried to read the depth of interest. David was turned
on, that much was obvious. But then who, in the
very warm playroom, wasn't?

Jean's attention to David and Joey was fleeting. It
would be nice if David set his sights on Joey again,
on anyone for that matter, as long as it wasn't this
boy -- the one who was spread out naked in front of
him.

The living room with its rich scents of Christmas
and David's cooking had set a sensuous mood. The
playroom was even more of a showcase, Jean thought.
This is where his friend's unique talent for setting an
erotic stage was most impressive. Baby's christmas,
indeed, he thought, admiring the small tree David had
set up in here, more colored lights and abundant
decorations. In here, however, the Christmas smells
were augmented with the scent of baby powder.

It amazed him how David transformed this room,
depending upon the theme of his gathering. Jean had
seen the same padded tables he knew were hidden
under the all the soft linens and ribbon, fitted with
rubber sheets and restraints --  the side tables bearing
far different supplies than layettes.

There had been presents under the tree in the living
room. Jean was enjoying the dressing gown he'd
unwrapped. He had more or less expected it -- robes
and dressing gowns being a trademark gift of David's.
He bestowed them like party favors, designed to get his
guests undressed. It was a relief to Jean to be out of
his clothes.

There had been stuffed toys, too. David had produced a
floppy furry cat for Reuben which the boy had quickly
adopted. Half dressed, since Jean had gotten his pants
off of him, Reuben had curled up between Jean and the
corner of the couch with the stuffed cat in his lap. As
he'd come down from the rush of his orgasm, he'd
gotten shy again. He'd wanted out of the spotlight of
attention.

David had given each one of the babies an outfit. As
with the bottles, Jean noted that Reuben watched to see
how the other boys responded. Benny, not surprisingly,
had laughed at the stretchy pink one piece suit he'd
gotten.

"Pink!" he'd protested, giggling. "Why do I have to
Baby Pink?" Then he'd clamored up out of the chair,
holding the thing to his chin. "What do you think,
Daddy? Is it me?"

Jean saw Reuben look from Benny and his antics into
the open box in front of him, face coloring and his
hands drawing back as if he didn't want to touch what
was inside.

What David didn't realize, Jean thought, and what the
others did not understand, was that for Reuben, it
wasn't just a matter of embarrassment that kept him
from handling these things. It was how inappropriate
Jean knew it must feel to him. A baby didn't hold up
it's own outfit and exclaim over it.

"Let's see," Jean said, taking the gift box from him. In
the midst of the tissue wrap was a white infant's under
shirt, printed with scampering kittens chasing balls of
yarn, and a pair of plastic pants that matched it. "Very
nice, David," he'd said. He'd taken the shirt out of the
box and used it to stroke the side of the boy's face, "It's
very soft, Baby, see."

Reuben had leaned into the stroking touch.

"All right then," David had announced. "It's time to
play a little before dinner."


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Reuben felt awkward getting onto the platform like
bed. The room, though it was richly decorated and
full of familiar props, seemed artificial to him, like a
stage set. It wasn't the warmly welcoming place that
their room at home was.

Near them Benny was undressing, and Reuben stole
peeks at him. Benny was just as slim and boyish as
Reuben had suspected. Very cute. Joey he'd seen in
the other room. The young man had stood up and let
his dressing gown slide off, casually exhibiting his
smooth muscular body. He was tawny and tanned all
over, including his jutting, half hard cock. Reuben had
watched him slip on the small pastel blue briefs that
David had given him. His swollen cock had filled them
to overflowing.

Reuben had quickly looked from Joey to Jean, to see
how interested his lover was in the sight of his former
boyfriend's modeling.

He'd found Jean's gaze awaiting his and couldn't
help smiling, realizing Jean had watched him look at
Joey and waited for him to look back.

To Reuben, Jean's eyes had said, unmistakably -- yes,
Joey looks good, but not as good as you look to me.


He didn't feel right. It was fun to hear Benny teasing
Daniel. It made him laugh out loud when he heard the
boy say, "Does this diaper make me look fat?" But it
was distracting, anti erotic for him, even though it was
amusing.

He heard Joey murmuring a protest about something,
he wasn't sure what, it sounded like maybe he'd said
something was too cold. It occurred to him that David
must not realize that he had to warm the lotion in his
hands, first.

Then Jean had reclaimed his attention, laying the new
stuffed cat on his chest. The sensation had snapped his
focus back. The silky stroking touch revived his hardon
almost instantly.

"You hold your kitten, Baby," Jean said, and Reuben
gladly put his arms around the plush thing. It's fur
was long and white, like his bear, and its big pliant
body was heavenly to hug. Almost like magic, the
feel of it wrapped in his arms caused his legs to
relax and spread apart. He watched Jean roll up the
sleeves of the robe. So handsome, Reuben thought,
admiring him in the draped dark fabric of the robe
David had given him.

The rest of the room melted away as he lost himself
in watching Jean, in feeling the sensitive long fingers
massage him with oil. He rubbed his face against the
cat's head, loving the feel of its soft fur on his cheek,
on his lips. He felt for the nub of the cat's nose with
his own as Jean nearly lifted him with a strong arm
under his knees, raising him up to spread lotion
between the cheeks of his ass. Again he felt the tug of
longing to be at home, alone with Jean where he
could lose himself more deeply.

He thought he heard Joey murmuring, "Fuck me."
And David's low chuckle, saying, "After dinner."
He heard Benny's giggling, lower than before,
punctuated with soft groans. But then Jean bent
down to him, sliding a hand under his neck, and
Reuben felt a surge of pleasure knowing he was
going to kiss him. Warm, close mouthed kisses on
lips, his cheek, brushing his temple.

Jean had stopped massaging, his hand curved
around Reuben's hip drawing him slightly toward
him. Large hands warmed from friction, gathering
him in.

"You're the sweetest baby in the whole world,"
Jean said, voice low near Reuben's ear. "You
can't imagine how beautiful you are, how much
I love you."

Those words carried him deep.


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Reuben was doing better than Jean could have
hoped in coping with the demands of the night. He
read the surprise and disappointment in his young
lover's face at the light approach the others took to
things he took so seriously. For Jean it underscored
what he'd felt the first time he was with him, the
need to protect his open trusting responses.

In the scant week they'd been living together Jean's
impulse had been to wean Reuben from blurring the
game they played from what he thought of as their
real life together. Now he felt how wrong it was to
try to push his lover in that direction, how untrue
to what was special for them. It wasn't that Reuben
needed to be babied, constantly, but that he needed
it to be real. So obvious now, seeing him in this
setting.

Sitting beside him at dinner, sensing that Reuben
was withdrawing, eating almost no food, giving
desultory answers to any questions tossed his way,
Jean knew that his lover was struggling.

So wrong, he thought. For his lover, for himself,
to make babying into frivolous game. Jean had a
feeling that no scene, for Reuben, would be a
casual one. He'd either have to submerge himself
in it or find it pointless.

What better way, thought Jean, to reaffirm the
connection between them and make it breathe for
Reuben again, than to feed him; to let him know that
he was not just a boy in a costume at a party. He was
the boy Jean had vowed to take care of, to safeguard
and protect. To hold him, put food in his mouth -- if
it weren't enough that his heart guided him to do it,
his dick reacted hard and fast to the thought of it.

He took the fork from Reuben's desultory grasp,
and drew the boy's plate closer to his own place. He
began cutting the food up into small pieces.

"Did I mention yet how you spoil him?" David
said.

"I'm pretty sure you did," Jean said. He turned
sideways in his chair, seeing Reuben's eyes wide
and questioning. "You just have to eat a little," he
told him. "Come here." Once again, as he had on
the couch, Jean lifted Reuben across his lap. He
saw him smile and felt him relax into him, settled
in the valley of his thighs, leaning both against
his chest and supported by his arm. So much
better, thought Jean, to be holding him, feeling
him pressed to his hard cock.

The dinner conversation quieted around them
but it didn't matter because Jean was seeing little
bites of food disappear between Reuben's lips.
Gazing lower, he saw the shape of the boy's
erection straining at the binding of his diaper.
It was a disposable thing, not the soft cotton
cloth that Reuben was used to. Jean had almost
laughed when he'd seen the boy look at it,
distraught, his eyes seeming to say -- what's
that?

Jean didn't take Reuben back to the playroom
to fuck him. When dinner was done he didn't
wait for David to suggest they return there. He
carried the boy into the living room and made
him a bed like a nest in front of the fire as he
often did at home. There was a baby quilt that
David had given them that Jean spread out over
the hearth rug. He put the cat under Reuben's
head as a pillow, stroking his face with the long
silky tail.

Jean untied his robe and let it slip off of his
shoulders feeling the fireplace heat lick his
bare skin. It was hot enough to raise a slick of
sweat. Reuben's gaze was part dreamy, part
feverishly focused on him, moving from his
face to his cock. Jean knelt between the boy's
legs, spreading them, wanting to fuck him but
waiting. Soon, he thought, his dick twitching
in response to Reuben's hungry eyes.

He slid his hand under the thin undershirt,
feeling smooth skin, finding the boy's nipple
and playing with it. He pushed the cloth up to
look at him. Reuben's chest was perfect, he
thought. Not too thin, not overly muscled but
well defined; his skin pale and satiny, his nipples
puckered but tender. In broad strokes he ran his
hands down his bare sides. He unsnapped the
plastic pants.

The skin around the legs of the diaper was moist
with sweat and lotion. Jean fingertips edged just
inside to hot skin -- the feel was too arousing for
him, too close to the hot moist sensation he wanted
around his cock -- and he withdrew his fingers
to massage him through the padding, outlining
and rubbing his hardon, the fingers of his other
hand probing between the cheeks of his ass
through the barrier of fabric.

They'd drawn an audience, Jean knew, but at
least for now it was a quiet one. There were only
whispering sounds of movement, not enough not
to distract Reuben.

There wasn't the convenience of a ready made
slit in the diaper to fuck him through. Jean turned
the boy on his stomach, making a saddle for him
of the plush cat so his ass was raised up. He could
tell from the way Reuben's hips moved that he
was very aroused and wanting to be fucked. Jean
unfastened the diaper, exposing the boy's beautiful
naked ass, glistening with lotion and pink from
the rubbing of the diaper. He had to tear his eyes
away from the sight of his cock lodged between
the boy's round cheeks to keep from coming too
soon. So hot and slick inside him, like having his
dick squeezed into a flesh inferno.

Balancing the weight of his upper body on his
forearms, Jean inhaled the mixed lotion and powder
scents from the steamy diaper, Reuben's skin, the
lemony scent of the boy's shampoo. He worked his
dick through the resistant rings of muscle. Soon he
was in and lost in the bliss of fucking him. He heard
murmuring, sounds of sucking, distantly. A groan.
But no sounds carried the impact of Reuben's huffing
breathy moans, even though they were muffled into
the folds of quilt.

The frantic motion under him of Reuben coming
was both the last straw for Jean and the signal to
his body that he could revel in letting himself go.