House Arrest

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

Clive Everett had been convicted of robbery and sentenced to two years as this was his first offense. He was sentenced to house arrest, which meant for him that he had to remain within the confines of his mother's house and yard at all times, and was subject to random monitoring and if he was ever found to be off the property, his sentence would be extended to five years in the state prison. Talk about a choice! Go crazy sitting at home all day (his mother worked crazy hours and long hours as she was a registered nurse, one reason he had gone afoul of the law to begin with) and he would be in this big house all fucking alone! He wasn't even allowed to have any of his old friends over as his probation officer would check in on him on irregular times without warning and if one of them were there for him, it was Corinth Prison for him!

So he spent his days working out with his weights (he was a large, buffed, and rather handsome man) and using the rather worn-out treadmill. He had to keep in some kind of shape, for at the six-month mark, they would let him apply for some kind of work, and if he had any hope of "going straight" (in its legal sense), he needed to have both stamina and strength, for an ex-con only got the grunt work of heavy lifting and gross cleanup. His only other choice was daytime TV of talking heads, reality TV reruns, game shows and re-runs to the umpteenth power.

For a beer-and-steak guy like Clive, that was anathema, so he was quickly bored to tears and spent more time working out.

He wore only a pair of shorts while he exercised. His body when he did so was something any exercise machine infomercial would have loved to have gotten for their devices. He had curly black hair which he kept more or less in a neat mop atop his head and cut closer on the sides, his dark eyes fit his fair skin and ruggedly handsome face quite well, his square cheek and noble nose made him seem arrogant and tougher than he actually was. Dress this face in a tuxedo and you would have a perfect groomsman for a wedding. His form was low in body fat and thick with muscle, from his wide, athletic shoulders and prominent biceps to his massively wide chest with the pectorals distending his nipples out to small brownish ovals perched near the edges. Below that his abdominals made pairs of humps down to his slender waist. His body hair was minimal, it was only at his navel that his black hair again began to reappear making a trail that thickened as it disappeared into the blue shorts waistband. The muscles made a grand reappearance at his massive thighs, which even the loose legs of his shorts had trouble accommodating, and the knees were dwarfed by them, and the calves and lower legs were smaller but big for their relative size, his feet were a size fourteen, and had large, athletic toes, he worked out barefoot for the room was carpeted, and the toes wriggled as he pumped iron.

So when there came one day a knock on the door, he assumed it was his parole officer. He was sweaty from his workout, but hell, what difference did that make. He put his weights he'd been lifting back on the rack, and sat up, wiped his face as the door knock sounded again and padded over to answer the door.

Nobody there, he thought at first, then he heard a small, "Hello, Mister," and he looked down.

A small boy was standing there, no more than seven years old and standing a little more than navel high (Clive was six foot four) and he said, "Hi, kid, what do you want?"

"Just calling to say hi," the boy replied. "I seen you home alone and thought you might like a bit of company."

Clive looked at the kid and realized he had a game of "Chutes and Ladders" under his arm. Well, what other options did he have? He burst out in laughter and said, "I sure could, kid, come on in!"

Chutes and Ladder is all luck and no skill, but it was better than TV and his workout was nearly over anyway. He and the kid played several games, and then Clive pulled out a deck of cards and he and the boy played Slackjack and Old Maid using the Queen of Spades for the Old Maid (taking out the Queen of Clubs) and the afternoon passed relatively pleasantly. During that time, Clive and the boy got to know each other.

The boy was named Raymond (call me "Ray") and he was indeed seven years old, with sunny gold hair lying flat on his head like it had been cut with a bowl over his head, shiny blue eyes, a soft, roundish cute face, he might not grow up handsome or he would be a ladykiller, none could tell. His grin was baby teeth with a single adult tooth just growing in the number seven spot, which is at the top left next to the frontmost tooth there, but they were all clean and white, his body was still rather thin and spare, but he had shed his baby fat and he looked more athletic than scrawny, a boisterous, playful child. His mother was a single woman, and they were renting the house next door, so Ray didn't know any of the people nor the school children and this summer had promised to be lonesome for him until, being a brave and adventurous child, he had ventured to come visit Clive who he had seen through the windows. His mother left him alone in the house while she was working days, but Clive wouldn't tell on him, would he?

Of course not, Clive assured him, and this set the standard. Ray also owned other games, and Clive managed to find his old games of Battleship and dug out his old baseball gloves and ball and he and Ray tossed it in the backyard. The parole officer caught them at that occupation one day and approved his playmate, and so did the mother when she learned about it, as long as Ray did not go further than next door. Which, of course, was no problem.

A few weeks of this, then the mother came over asking for Clive. Her boss had switched her schedule and now she was working the onerous night hours of nine p.m. until six a.m. She couldn't leave Ray alone all night, and had been nervous enough about leaving him alone during the days until he had found Clive for company. Could Ray come stay with Clive overnights for the summer? She couldn't pay much but Ray would be asleep for much of the time he was there....

Ray was so enthusiastic that Clive had to grin and agree. Any money would be better than none and like she said, the boy would be ready for bed when he got there. Ray would still come by during the day but maybe not as much as his mother would want to spend some time with him, but have to sleep during the day. Nothing much would change.

Ray was with him until his suppertime, then went home. Clive and Ray spent that time together in good humor and play. Clive was determined to spend his first money from his babysitting to buy some more games he and Ray could play, the boy's company was becoming important to him and he wondered if he could overcome this single conviction and be allowed to become a teacher of elementary children; at Ray's age, they were just so damned much fun to talk to!

Ray came back over that evening with a sleeping bag decorated with Buzz Lightyear and sleepy (it was his bedtime), and Clive let him lay it out in his living room, his mom would be by very early in the morning to pick him up to get him ready and take him to school. He and Clive watched some TV together and then they went to bed at ten o'clock.

Bedtime was easy for Clive, he only wore the blue shorts (he had several pairs in the same color and design) and a t-shirt, and he pulled those off and showed his white briefs, and Ray did the same and they got into their beds and Clive turned out the lights.

He had just relaxed when he felt the mattress shift and the covers move. At first he thought it was his imagination but then there was the unmistakable feeling of a hand fumbling at the top of his briefs. As he started to speak to object, the fingers broke through and slid over his taut stomach and down to the warm column of his prick which lay to the left of his testicles, scooped it up and brought it to point towards his head for a better hold.

As the small invader hand (and he had no doubt about whose it was, Ray's) gripped him and fondled him, all thoughts of objection fled like the first water droplets evaporate when they first hit the top of a hot tin roof on a summer day. "Uhhhhhh, UHHHHHHHHHHH!" was all his larynx emitted.

Ray scuttled and got a better purchase on the bed, he was now fully on the rather small bed that Clive slept on, a three-quarter bed, which was why there had been no question of sharing. "I can't sleep," he said. "Want to play?"

Clive didn't have to ask what game he had in mind. "You think you're up to playing with a man's wiener? It's a bigger job than another boy's."

"I think so. Can I pull off your underwear?"

"I'll help you," Clive offered and lifted his hips and his large hands reached down and shucked them down his large thighs, Ray took over and pulled them the rest of the way down his legs and tossed them to the floor. Ray then pushed the covers off the side of the bed likewise, leaving Clive's naked body free to explore.

There was plenty to explore. Clive's body was huge and his muscles were like mountains in this position, the boy happily stroked over them with his fingers like intrepid explorers, fondling around and over the huge form, Clive groaned and wriggled, his lips almost breaking out to beg the boy to return to jacking him, hell, wasn't that what the whole idea of this was, to whack his huge pecker and make him squirt? This boy was turning him on with this soft stroking and touching he was doing, but it wasn't getting Clive any closer to the "Big O" he really needed. Hell, he hadn't had a blow job for months and any kind of sex for nearly that long, it was more than time for him to enjoy more than his own visit from Ms. Rosy Palm and her five sisters!

Then Ray began to run his lips on the muscles, lingering on the more obvious points like his nipples where he licked for some time each. Then the boy moved down the midline to his navel, where he dug into the small cavity with his navel and found a small amount of navel lint which he pulled out and spat out hastily to Clive's mild embarrassment (hell, who doesn't have lint in there?) From that place he started to move up but Clive hastily interposed, his hands gripped the boy and held him in place. "Please, little buddy, enough of this, I need some attention to my dong, now, please, don't keep kissing me, you can do all you want after you get me off, okay? Please, don't keep me hanging like this, I'm so fucking horny, please, get me off now, please!"

It was plain whining, shameless begging, but it worked, Ray relented and moved down to scarf down his nine-inch uncut rod, and Clive moaned and clutched the sheets on either side of his body, groaning as the agile young boy proved to be an accomplished cock-sucker. He had either watched a good bit of porn somewhere, or he had sucked cock himself, but he knew all the tricks, he didn't scrape his teeth, he got his mouth wet and he used his lips and not a suction like a vacuum cleaner despite the name "sucking" and he was quickly plying his mouth up and down over five of the nine inches with skill and speed that wrung the joy from Clive in immense quantity.

Clive was gasping and groaning and almost whinnied like a horse as he said, "Eeeeeeeee-EEEEEEEE! Oh, oh, Jesus, Ray, baby, little buddy, you are amazing! I wish I'd known before you knew how to do this for me, God, this is what I'm been missing for so long! Oh, oh, oh, oh, man, I'm not going to last too long, are you ready for me to shoot a hot long load of hot jizz right into your mouth? Are you?" He panted at the end of this long spiel.

"Mm-hmm!" Ray mumbled and that was enough for Clive.

"Okay, little buddy, here it comes, Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh, hahhhh, hahhhh, hahhhh,

hahhhh, huhhhh-huhhh-huhhh-huhhh, AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH, OHHH-OHHH-OHHH, UHHH-HUHH-HUHH-HUHH, UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHH, AH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHNNNNNNNN!"

With that much forewarning, Ray was well prepared and he held on like a master for he gulped as quickly as Clive shot out his long withheld store of jizz from his testicular vaults liberally and the boy swallowed again and again and when Clive was done and all the jizz was expended and his store was depleted, the boy continued to suckle at the diminishing prick that had supplied so much rich man-juice so plentifully to the boy's hungry mouth.

Clive felt weak from the orgasm, it had been so intense. This young boy had turned him on in a way that no woman had excited him in some time. He was finding something of a revelation in this, he had enjoyed women's attentions but not in this all-out degree, but the boy's simple oral attentions had wrenched him to his very soul. His breath slowed and as it did, he reached a conclusion.

Ray had crawled up to reach him face to face and he gave the boy a slow, long kiss, but he didn't linger there long, he moved down the boy's body and kissed the soft neck, the warm small chest, brushed his tongue over the tiny nipples, and tickled the teeny navel, and then when he encountered the briefs (he had thought that Ray had pulled his off when he removed Clive's briefs) but he fixed that quickly by yanking them away and then he took that little prick and nuts in his mouth and mauled them about until they were coated with his saliva and then he pulled the little piddle apart and began to work it with his lips. Ray had a little less than two inches of pud to suckle and he was able to deep-throat the boy (if taking it all in his mouth every time was deep-throating it as it never reached his throat) and Ray was moaning with his excitement and joy and the boy quickly reached his orgasm and shook and shivered and his little hands gripped Clive's hair painfully for a few seconds but released before Clive had to yell ouch or anything.

Clive sighed when they were done and he was more than willing to share his little three-quarter bed with the diminutive lad and they slept together throughout the night. Clive had reset his alarm clock to rise and take Ray back to his bedroll downstairs before his mother arrived.

This set the tone for the next week or so, they spent the day as before, playing and laughing and playing child's games and tossing the ball and playing football and soccer and baseball, too, if playing with only two counted as that, all good fun, but at night, before sleep, they engaged in a warm sixty-nine that only got better each night. Clive thought it would go on for the rest of the summer at least, maybe longer, then one night, Ray asked a question that surprised him.

"Clive?"

"What?" Clive asked. He had just gotten into his bed and was waiting for Ray to join him. The boy now always arrived with more clothing on him than Clive had on, so this was normal.

"Could you fuck me?" Ray asked him. "I mean, teach me how to take your cock so that you can fuck me?"

Clive was surprised, hell, he was downright stunned. "Are you shitting me?" He stammered out.

"No, I'm serious!" Ray said. "I know you can do it, but I know if it's not done right, it can hurt a whole lot, so I'm asking. Will you help me learn to take you the right way, so that you can fuck me without hurting me?"

"Holy fucking hell!" Clive said to the Heavens. He was quiet then he said. "Let me read up on it, okay? I'll do it, but I got to learn the right way first."

Learning how from home wasn't easy, but he got the information and he had Ray with him both at day and night to let him do it. He used that time to gently stretch Ray's young sphincter out slowly like the guides told him to do it, a little at a time with periods of rest between time, which they used to play the Chutes and Ladders which was Ray's particularly favorite game, and he kept it all easy and relaxing and never forced Ray to go further at any time he didn't feel comfortable with it.

By the end of the second day, Clive said, "Okay, little buddy," (Ray loved being called his "little buddy" like Gilligan on the sitcom he liked to watch), "I reckon you're ready now, so you go home and rest and we can do the nasty tonight, okay?"

"Okay!" Ray hugged him tightly and kissed him ardently and when he walked away almost bouncing, Clive wiped his lips and thought. Damn, was this true love he was feeling? If not, it sure as hell felt like it!

That night, he forced himself to move slowly, to again lubricate the young ass and again stretch the young sphincter with his fingers, preparing it for the entry, even though the boy's ass was pliable as Silly Putty. Finally, with a sigh that was mostly a release of his tension of holding his eagerness back for so long, he greased up his cock and said, "Okay, little buddy, I'm ready to plug your butt, and you're ready to take it. Let's do it now, okay?"

"Okay!" Ray exclaimed and his young arms and legs circled Clive as he lay down on top of the supine young form and it felt very much like a moment of marriage (hell, the honeymoon) as he slowly lowered his body into position and pressed his huge glans against the young, dilated butthole.

Pushing into it was so much nicer-feeling than pushing into a pussy, he had done so several times, but usually with a woman who had been with several other men before him,. In every case, the woman's snatch was a sort of sloppy, drippy, messy pile of furry, fish-smelly not-very-tight hole that he slapped his meat into and didn't get enough traction to really enjoy it. Oh, he made noises to please the woman and attained a sort of climax doing that and usually the woman was pleased enough in the process. But it was never that so-very-tight, squeezing-your-shaft, really-really-nice, warm-and-snuggly hole that makes your cock feel like it is fitting in just right and there's no leftover room to slop around in and every bit of your shaft is rubbing the walls of the intestine, and it's oh, oh, oh, so good! For that you needed a nice, tight, warm, virgin boy-butt! Oh, yeah, this is what he had been wanting!

Ray was able to take almost six of his nine inches before the walls of his intestines clenched and he had to beg Clive to stop. No matter, that was plenty of cockage for Clive's needs and he sighed and began to work his dong, slowly bobbing back and forth.

Ray gasped out as Clive did this, "Oh, oh, oh, Clive, oh, this feels awesome!"

Clive chuckled. "That's 'cause I'm rubbing your prostate."

"What's a prostate?"

"That's a little gland you have inside you, it does stuff for you, but in this case, it's making you feel good when someone fucks your ass. It's why you see so many gay people crooning when they get fucked, it's 'cause they love being butt-fucked."

"I love being butt-fucked, too."

"That's good, because I love butt-fucking my little buddy a whole lot!"

"Do it some more, and faster."

"All right, little buddy." Clive began to fuck him faster. He had worried about a faster speed, but Ray just gasped and clung to him tighter.

"More, Clive, more!"

Clive sped up more. Now he was fucking the small boy at the speed he usually used on the women. Sometimes they begged him to slow down. Not little buddy Ray.

"Faster, please, faster!"

Faster? Faster? "I'll try!" Clive said and he did try. "Maybe if I do it this way?" Clive got up on his knees while holding onto Ray's left leg only, this brought Ray up onto one side, and he began to use a quick, short-stroked rabbit-fuck on Ray's young ass. This was indeed quicker, beyond any doubt, and Ray gave some approving howls of joy as he did so, but Clive soon tired of it and he began to pant uncontrollably. Damn this house arrest, despite his best efforts, he was losing his wind!

"Hooof! Hooof! Hooof! Hooof!" he panted loudly. "I'm sorry, Ray, this is all I can do for you." He grabbed the right leg and pulled the boy up to his body and with Ray in his arms, he managed a quick flip over to fall on his back with Ray on top, and he panted hard as he gasped out, "Can you finish the two of us up, little buddy?"

"Sure!" Ray said valiantly and he sat upright and began to plunge up and down vigorously on Clive's cock with the endless energy of youth. His small body was plying Clive's prick with skill that nobody would have expected from a seven year old boy, but sometimes these skills show up like a gift from above!

Clive moaned as he felt his cock assaulted in the best of all possible ways, he should have started this way! He groaned as he felt his passion swarmed upon him. "Oh, oh, oh, Ray, I'm about to squirt my wad, little buddy, are you ready for it, can I cream my hot wad up your cute little butt-hole, buddy?"

"Yeah, give it to me, all of it, I want to feel it in me, all of it, all of it!" Ray crowed and as he said that, it was like the gates of Heaven opened and all kinds of glory poured out all over Clive's body, and he was in the throes of climax willy-nilly.

"AHHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHHHH, UH-HUHHHHHHHNNNNGGGGHHH!" He nearly screamed as he exploded upwards from his cock, like an artillery gun firing shells in rapid order, bang-bang-bang-bang-bang, only its target was close up and solitary, the sweet, warm ass of little Ray and the boy felt the hot load creaming up his butt and that ignited his own young climax and he howled out in rapport with his big, muscled partner.

"OHHH, OHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ray exclaimed with his young prick quivering, trying to expel the squibs which Clive was shooting out so copiously at the same time.

Done, the young boy lay down on top of him and the heaving of Clive's chest was like waves lifting and lowering the small body up and down as he smiled tiredly at Clive smiling at him.

"Well, now your ass has been thoroughly fucked," Clive told him. "What do you think about it.

"It was just as awesome as I thought it would be," Ray said. "I want to do it some more."

Clive shook his head. "You're going to be sore in the morning. We'll need to let your ass rest up a few days, then we can do it again. But you'll get used to it in time."

"Okay," Ray wasn't arguing now. "'M sleepy," he murmured.

"Me, too."

Ray didn't move and Clive didn't ask him to. He managed to shuffle the covers up from the floor up over the two of them without disturbing the boy or dislodging his cock (it would no doubt fall out over the night when it became fully flaccid) and let the boy stay there. Ray was now fully asleep and that small warm body felt powerfully good there on him.

Clive settled down to sleep himself. A criminal life wasn't for him after all. When he was allowed to get a job, he was going to try his darndest to make a go of it. A good work record in time, he might even get his record expunged. And with Ray there to help him, he could be one hell of a model citizen after his house arrest was over with.