The fire watch is not a pastime for those who have trouble being alone. It had never bothered Armin before; he prided himself on being able to last the summer with nothing more than a pile of dirty magazines and a deck of cards. Most people thought it was boring work, spending the entire dry season up in a tower in the middle of nowhere, taking weather readings and watching for signs of smoke. But Armin had always found it relaxing; it felt like his head would empty out into the sky, his thoughts and worries flying away into the vast and silent sea of time.
The problem was, this year he wasn’t alone. He’d told the boy’s mother that the fire watch was no place for a ten-year-old, but Demetra had never listened to him from the beginning. Since the day she’d dropped by with little more than a “haven’t-see-you-in-seven-years-by-the-way-you-have-a-son,” she had always done exactly what she wanted. Little Oriel was ten now, and his mother had decided that she didn't want to take care of him during his school’s summer break. Never mind what plans Armin had; Oriel was his problem now.
He hadn’t even owned a pair of hiking boots. Luckily Armin had been able to have enough of a conversation (read: fight) with his mother to get the boy some proper gear before he arrived. Even so, Oriel was woefully unprepared for facing an entire summer in a place with no cell signal and only an old generator for power.
It had been less than a week and Oriel was already driving Armin to distraction. The boy quickly worked through the charge on both his phone and the noisy little gaming device he’d brought, and was horrified to hear there was no way to recharge them in the fire watch tower. He had little interest in any of the books in the tower—they were from before Armin’s time and probably above Oriel’s reading level anyway—and hadn’t brought any of his own to keep him occupied. In short: the boy was bored, entirely by his own fault.
Armin, as well, was twitchy. One of the nice things about being alone in a fire watch tower was that no one judged you for spending most of the day napping and jerking off. Now, Armin couldn’t really do either. Every time he tried to nap the boy would wake him up with his incessant whining. As for jerking off, well... every day brought him closer to just doing it in front of the boy, propriety be damned.
The problem (or, at least, one of the problems) was that Armin barely knew the boy. He could count the number of times he’d seen Oriel in the last three years on one hand. He didn’t know the boy’s habits, what he liked or disliked, what kinds of moods he tended to have, anything like that. Oriel was a stranger, and one Armin hadn’t asked for. He didn’t even look like Armin: he much more resembled his mother, to the point where Armin had demanded a paternity test when she’d first approached him with the child. But it had come back with Armin’s DNA, plain and clear. The boy was his, like it or not.
It didn’t help that the boy was... tempting. Armin tried not to dwell on the thoughts; it was just his blue balls making him horny as hell, he reasoned. It was just that the boy looked like a very young version of Demetra, with the same sort of sleek curvature that she’d had, the same dark and enigmatic features. God, if he could just get the kid to leave for fifteen minutes so he could jerk off-
“Daaaaaaad, I’m boooooooooored,” Oriel said again for the fourth time in the past ten minutes. Armin gritted his teeth. This was too much. It was all too much. What had Demetra been thinking, sending him out here? If anything happened to the boy, it was on her, not him.
“Why don’t you go play around the base of the tower,” Armin gritted out. “The woods has gotta be more interesting than up here, right? Go... I don’t know. Build a little fort out of rocks and branches and stuff.” That sounded like something a little kid could do.
“Fine,” said Oriel, his voice sulky. Despite his tone he left the room readily enough; Armin heard his brand new boots clunking down the rickety wooden stairs around the tower.
Finally alone, Armin rushed to rub one out, grabbing up the lotion by his bed and getting himself off as quickly as he could before the boy returned. He couldn’t help but think about Oriel as he stroked himself; the boy really was more trouble than he was worth. Was he really going to be able to put up with the kid for the whole summer? Oriel’s face and a simmering frustration remained in the back of his head until he finally climaxed into a tissue.
When he was done, Armin lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Thoughts buzzed annoyingly in his head like flies, frustration and concern and more zipping dizzily back and forth. He took deep breaths and tried to let his mind clear, let everything drift away like he always had before.
It took a while, but eventually he felt himself relaxing. His worries once again began to melt away, dissolve, evaporate out into the hot summer air. He focused on his breathing, letting the calm wash over him, the sounds of insects chirping away a constant, droning background music.
When he woke up with a start, it was almost sundown. Armin sat up with a jolt. He’d gotten so relaxed he’d fallen asleep without even noticing. He glanced around quickly; there was no sign of Oriel in the tiny single-room tower. Gritting his teeth, Armin got out of bed and proceeded to do a quick circuit of the balcony around the edge of the tower, looking down: no sign of Oriel down there either.
Armin swore quietly under his breath. The boy could’ve gone anywhere. The national park was enormous, and fire towers were few and far between, set in the most remote locations throughout the wilderness. There were barely even any hiking trails this far into the forest. The chances of finding the boy were slim.
Armin sighed and grabbed a flashlight, clipping it to a carabiner on his vest. Well, he at least had to try, anyway. He still blamed Demetra for anything that happened to the boy while he was out here, but he’d probably have a harder time explaining if the kid got himself killed.
He started his search in a spiraling circle outwards from the tower, hoping the boy hadn’t gone far. The kid had left a small pile of rocks near the base of the tower, so he had at least spent some time here trying to follow Armin’s suggestion.
His circles widened; the boy wasn’t anywhere in the tower’s immediate vicinity. As soon as the sight of the tower disappeared behind trunks and foliage, Armin started calling Oriel’s name. The sun would be going down soon; did the boy know that? Was he smart enough to notice? Or was he going to end up alone in the dark and get himself hopelessly lost? Armin quickened his pace.
Eventually it became impossible to continue his circles; the terrain split in height and there were too many large obstacles. Instead, Armin focused on the closest thing there was to a path in the area, reasoning that it would have been the easiest way for Oriel to go. It was little more than a gap in the tree trunks where they were spaced a little wider apart, but it was all he had to go on.
And, thankfully, his small hunch was rewarded. A faint splashing noise floated over to Armin’s ears, too chaotic and deliberate to be caused by an animal. There was a small lake nearby, shrunken from the summer heat but still swimmable; Oriel must be there. Of course it was idiotic for a ten-year-old to go swimming alone with no supervision, but it sounded like exactly the sort of thing the boy would do. With a sigh of both frustration and relief, Armin headed towards the lake.
He was about to call out for Oriel again on his approach when something made him stop.
It wasn’t any one thing: it was the perfect confluence. The golden sunset light scintillating on the water. The boy’s entirely nude body breaking the surface, rippling waves lapping gently at the top of his thighs. The sultry heat and the lingering scent of summer wafting around them both. Something about the moment was ethereal. Armin felt like he’d stopped breathing.
He’d never wanted someone more in his entire life. A lust like a fire burst into life in Armin’s chest and in his groin, and it was all he could do to keep it from consuming him immediately.
Clearing his throat, Armin took a step forward out of the treeline and into the open area around the lake. “Hey!” he called, trying to sound stern rather than breathless.
Oriel turned to face him, blinking in surprise.
“What are you doing out here?” Armin demanded. “Do you know how easily you could’ve gotten lost? Or had a cramp and drowned? What the hell! I told you to play by the tower! It’s almost dark; you could’ve died out here in the woods alone at night. Get over here. We need to get back before the sun sets completely.”
Oriel sheepishly waded out of the water. He didn’t apologize, but he did put his clothes back on. The fabric clung to his wet skin like desperation. Armin failed to avoid staring. He could already feel his cock twitching in his pants. His nerves buzzed along his entire body; he felt almost light-headed.
When Oriel was fully-clothed once again, Armin grabbed him by the arm and proceeded to march him back towards the fire tower. His mouth was dry and his mind raced frantically as he considered approaches, excuses.
By the time they got back to the tower, Armin was practically shaking with want. He sat Oriel down on the boy’s small cot and went to his own bed to retrieve the bottle of lotion he kept there for jacking off. He still wasn’t sure what to say, but one way or another he knew what was going to happen.
He returned to Oriel’s side and stood staring down at him, towering over the seated boy. “I’m your father,” he started with, “and you have to listen to me. If I tell you not to go into the woods, then you can’t go into the woods, got it?” Would he offer this as punishment? Would that be his angle?
Oriel nodded, but looked sulky about it. “But I was bored! It’s so boring here!”
No, this was an even better opportunity. “Well then,” said Armin, “I know something we can do to help your boredom. As a matter of fact, how about for the rest of the summer we do this whenever you or I get bored, huh? I promise it will keep us entertained.”
Oriel looked up at him, skeptical, and something about the boy’s dark eyes gazing upward through long eyelashes was finally too much. It was Armin’s breaking point.
Armin quickly unzipped his slacks and pulled out his cock, rock-hard and desperate for attention. He didn’t even bother to warn Oriel what he was about to do; simply placed one hand on the back of the boy’s head and guided it swiftly down onto the spear of his member.
It took Oriel a second to react and struggle; by the time he started to protest, Armin had already forced most of his dick into the boy’s mouth. He set aside his lotion on top of a nearby cabinet so he could use both hands to hold the boy’s head in place, easily countering the child’s efforts to pull away.
With a sigh of relief and a strange feeling that this had all somehow been inevitable, Armin began to fuck his son’s face. His cock was overjoyed to be in such a warm, wet cavern, and it pulsed with his desires as he started to thrust.
Armin said nothing, simply bit his lip and continued to move, swiveling his hips in and out as his cock finally found its way down the boy’s throat. Oriel struggled at first, but as he began to gag on his father’s phallus his protests died down into an attempt to merely endure instead. What small sounds of protest he still made tickled the flesh in his mouth, making Armin shiver.
Armin fucked the boy’s mouth until it was full dark, and then continued to do so. It was bliss; it was days of pent-up frustration finally working itself out in the boy’s body. It was only the beginning.
Armin felt himself coming and pulled out, splattering his semen all over the boy’s face. Oriel coughed as the cock was abruptly yanked from his throat, and then made a small noise of shock as the hot cum hit him right on the bridge of his nose.
Pleased, Armin took advantage of the boy’s momentary disorientation to push him down onto his stomach on the cot, pulling the boy’s shorts and underwear down around his ankles. “This will be fun,” he promised. “I’ve been bored too, so this will be something for both of us to do.”
Reaching over beside the bed, Armin pumped some lotion into his hand. Before Oriel could fully process what was happening, Armin began to gently massage two lubed fingers against the boy’s anus.
“What are you doing?” the boy protested, squirming. “This is weird! Stop it!”
“I told you,” said Armin, “this is to avoid boredom. It’s called fucking. You might have heard of it. From now on, whenever either one of us gets bored, I’ll just fuck you. If you don’t like it, you’ll just have to find other ways to entertain yourself. Now hush.” If nothing else, this would hopefully stop the boy complaining to him every few minutes. Although now, perhaps Oriel complaining would be a blessing, if he could use it as an excuse...
Armin stopped his gentle surface massage and casually dipped the tip of a finger into Oriel’s anus. Oriel squirmed harder. “That feels weird!” he protested again.
“Bear with it,” his father instructed. He began to push the finger inside, slowly but relentlessly driving it into his son as far as it would go. It didn’t take long, and moments later he was drawing out just far enough to add in a second, spearing the boy with two digits.
The better he could make this for the boy, Armin reasoned, the easier he’d be able to get him to do it in the future. It wouldn’t do to hurt him too much up front. There’d be plenty of time for rough stuff later, once this became a routine. As much as Armin wanted to completely destroy the tight little ass currently swallowing his fingers, he knew he’d have to be cautious. After all, they had the whole summer; there would be plenty of time to utterly ruin this virgin little hole later.
Instead, Armin took his time finger-fucking the boy. After having cum on the boy’s face, he was a little less frantic than he had been on the walk back from the lake. He pulled the boy’s ass further up towards him, canting Oriel’s hips, so he could get a better view of what he was doing in the moonlight.
“Just relax,” he instructed the boy. “Enjoy it. Open up your little hole to my fingers. We’ll have to get you used to this feeling if I’m going to be putting my cock in there.”
“Your wha-” Oriel started to struggle again, but Armin casually held him down with a hand in the middle of the boy’s back. His fingers continued to go in and out, in and out, in and out.
“My cock,” he repeated. “That’s what fucking is. I’m going to stick my cock up your ass and fuck your hole until you can’t walk straight. I’m going to fuck you over and over until your little boy-hole is begging for it, until you can’t wait to have Daddy’s meat inside you. I’m going to fuck you until it’s all you want to do all day, until you’re so hungry for my cum it’s all you want to eat. Until your biggest problem is deciding whether you’d rather have my cock in your mouth or in your hungry little fuckhole, because both ends want to swallow me so bad.”
Armin chuckled and drove his fingers in harder, screwing them back and forth like a little drill. He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and his cock wasn’t getting hard again right away, but that was okay. More time to spend stretching out the boy’s entrance. Armin added a third finger.
A small analogue clock ticked away on one of the tower’s interior walls. It was a little hard to see in the dark, but enough moonlight fell across the face of it for Armin to get a general sense of the time. He fingered the boy’s ass for nearly an hour, eventually adding a fourth finger, until the pads of his fingers were starting to get wrinkled and pruny, and still he wasn’t hard enough yet to fuck the boy.
Feeling somewhat disappointed in himself, Armin glanced around the little cabin interior for inspiration. He eventually found it right on his person: the camping flashlight he had clipped to his vest before heading out to find the boy. With a grin, Armin unclipped it.
It slid easily up Oriel’s ass. The boy’s hole was so worked-open by now it seemed like it barely noticed the transition. The flashlight was not a small one; the base of it was nearly the same width as all of Armin’s fingers had been. And besides that it was much longer. Armin watched Oriel’s eyes widen in the dim light as the object drove further and further into him. He squealed as it got deep and kept going, beginning another half-hearted squirm as Armin seated the entire handle of the flashlight in his rectum.
Once the makeshift toy was as deep as it would go, Armin began to thrust with it, resuming the rhythm he’d begun with his fingers. He enjoyed the little mewling whimpers Oriel made each time the object was driven into him to the hilt. Content that the boy’s hole could withstand it, Armin began to drive the thing into him with more and more force. He slammed it in over and over until he had to brace one hand on the boy’s hip to keep from shoving him across the cot.
“Look how nice your little hole’s opened up,” he cooed at Oriel. “Look how bad it wants to be fed now. See? Nice and relaxed. It’s barely resisting at all at this point.”
He spent nearly another hour fucking the boy with the flashlight handle. After a while Armin’s arm was really starting to get tired, but he powered through it. He just couldn’t resist the sight of the way Oriel’s little ring of muscle swallowed up the invader, hiccuping and stuttering and clutching it when it was at its deepest, and then reluctantly parting as he drew it back out again. He was mesmerized, and the time just seemed to slip away like so much water through his fingers.
Finally, finally, he was starting to get hard again. Armin paused in his thrusts, leaving the flashlight embedded deep inside the boy, and took a moment to help the child fully undress, barely managing to stop himself from just ripping the boy’s clothes off.
“Here we go,” he said cheerfully. “Daddy’s finally ready to fuck you now.”
When the boy was fully nude, Armin lay him back facedown on the cot and mounted the small bed behind him. He grabbed the head of the flashlight where it was nestled between the boy’s soft round buttocks and unceremoniously yanked it out, causing the boy to whimper once more.
Then, without hesitation, Armin guided his stiffening cock to the boy’s hole and began to push in.
Despite the marathon pounding it had just received, the boy’s passage was still surprisingly tight. Armin bit off a choked sound as his cock was enveloped by the soft, velvety pressure of the boy’s rectum.
“Mmmph, your hole feels so good Ori,” he complimented, before proceeding to slam into the boy with abandon.
His thrusts were wild, uncoordinated. He just couldn’t fully process the fact that he was fucking his son; the thoughts were heady, his mind dizzy with them. Everything narrowed down to the pressure around his cock, the slick slide of it as he thrust into his son’s ass over and over. He couldn’t even tell if Oriel was still awake, or if he’d passed out by this point, but he hardly cared. He reveled in the sensation of fucking the boy, letting it suffuse him.
Once again the clock ticked the seconds by, each one a thrust into Oriel’s tightness. Tick tick tick; thrust thrust thrust. It was the culmination of Armin’s desires, the complete satisfaction of his needs. At that very moment, claiming the boy this way felt like the best thing he’d ever done with his life. The little hole squelched in time with Armin’s attentions, adding a delightful depth to the ambient rhythm.
Of course, Armin couldn’t last nearly as long with his limited human body as the dispassionate metal of the flashlight had, and he was coming far sooner than he would have liked. Armin saw stars as he buried his cock fully in the boy and once more began to pump his seed, pouring it into the boy like nectar, filling him up with cum.
With a gasp like a dying man, Armin collapsed on top of his son, breathing heavily, utterly exhausted. He felt his softening cock begin to slip out of the boy just as he himself began to slip into unconsciousness.
It was not, however, the end of his entertainment. Several times throughout the night Armin woke up, each time hard again and conveniently right behind his son, able to slip quickly inside him and fuck him once more. Eventually he bored of coming inside the boy and began to switch it up, coating the boy’s ass, coming between his legs onto his stomach, even pulling out and rubbing along his crack until he came on the boy’s back. Every time he awoke it was like Christmas morning, remembering once again what he had available to him now that he had managed to breach the walls of taboo.
Armin fucked his son one more time just before dawn, this time coming right on the back of the boy’s neck, getting some of it into his hair. He chuckled to himself, admiring the way the boy’s cum-soaked body glistened in the pre-dawn light. They’d have to make another trip back to the lake together to clean off. Armin wondered what it would be like to fuck the boy in the water. Maybe face-to-face this time. He smiled dreamily; he’d have to find out.
They had a long summer ahead of them; it might be difficult to come up with enough variety to keep them from getting bored the entire time. But Armin wasn’t worried; after all, avoiding boredom for the summer was his specialty.