The summer had been shaping up far better than Armin originally expected. He had assumed that being forced to have his estranged son along with him on his fire watch shift was going to be nothing but a pain in the ass for the entire season. As it turned out, however, he was entirely wrong.
Well, it wasn’t a pain in his ass, anyway.
Armin’s favorite place to fuck Oriel was out in woods, among the majesty of nature. Sure, the fire watch tower was more immediately comfortable, what with having an actual bed and everything. But there was something truly magical about having sex outdoors, seeing the boy splayed out across a rock or fallen tree trunk, ramming home into him while gazing at the downright breathtaking view from a nearby cliff’s edge.
Not to mention there was so much variety! He fucked Oriel with the boy’s knees on the soft moss and ferns of the forest floor, pushed him up against the rough bark of an elm tree to fuck him upright, splayed him across rough stone cliffs, and slid into him in the shallows of the local lake. Each new day was an adventure in exploration, both of the surrounding environs and the boy’s body.
Oriel himself was less-than-pleased with the arrangement, but Armin didn’t particularly care about that part. The boy had protested at first, begging him to stop, insisting that he wasn’t bored and he would find something to do. But as the weeks stretched on and Armin continued to plug the boy multiple times a day, Oriel’s protests finally faded into a sullen silence. This suited Armin just fine; less complaining to put up with, at least.
It was easy to lose track of things in the sheer vastness of the wilderness around the fire watch tower. Easy to think of the two of them as the only two people in existence. Armin fully let himself go, holding back nothing as he repeatedly fucked his son with only the trees and wildlife as his witnesses. He was loud and unrestrained, happily talking dirty to the mostly unresponsive boy as he took his pleasure however he wanted.
“Aww, look at your cute little hole,” Armin cooed as he massaged his son’s anus with his thumb. Today they had journeyed back to the small lake where Armin had first realized his lust for his son. Armin had the boy half-nude and splayed across a grassy bank overlooking the body of water, the child’s underwear and shorts pulled down around his ankles and his shirt rucked up all the way to his shoulders.
Armin pressed his thumb hard against the boy’s tight pucker. “It’s so hungry and ready for me. Look, it’s twitching.” He pushed the tip of his thumb dry into the boy’s hole. Oriel whimpered in protest, but said nothing.
Armin took out the small bottle of sunscreen he’d taken to using as lube while they were out and about. He squelched out a generous helping on top of the twitching ring of muscle, smiling as he imagined it to be his own cum squirting onto the boy’s ass.
As soon as he had capped the bottle, Armin’s thumb returned, forcing the white cream up the boy’s passage, enjoying the way it squelched up around his digit. His second thumb joined shortly thereafter, shoving in alongside the first, stretching open the tight hole.
Armin didn’t spend a ton of time on preparation; the lubrication was more for his own benefit than for Oriel’s comfort. When he was sure the boy’s hole was more-or-less slicked up, he pulled his thumbs to either side, stretching the little orifice as wide open as he could. He’d already taken out his own cock, and it was eagerly twitching at this point, rock hard from watching his thumbs fuck in and out of the boy and anticipating what was to come.
With a happy sigh, Armin slid his cock up his son’s ass. It was just as beautifully tight and wonderful as it had been the first time. The boy’s passage parted reluctantly for him as he forced his way in, jamming himself deeper and deeper until there was nowhere left to go.
Fully seated inside the boy, Armin took a few moments to just enjoy the sensation: the absurd tightness that clutched at his cock, the heat and velvety softness. It was almost overwhelming. For a moment he thought he might just come on the spot.
But of course he didn’t; he was looking forward to the rest of the encounter far too much. Armin bit his lip and began to thrust, claiming the boy’s ass once again.
Time passed leisurely as he continued to fuck his son. Armin did nothing to conceal his pleasure, groaning aloud every time the boy’s rectum involuntarily clenched down on him, gripping him like it didn’t want to let go. He thrust and thrust and thrust into the boy, taking his time and letting his pleasure build up over the course of nearly an hour.
“Your fuckhole’s so good Ori,” Armin moaned encouragingly. “Much better than your mother’s ever was. I guess you inherited her sluttiness, huh? Is that why your little boy cunt wants my cock so bad? I bet the first time I fucked you it was like coming home, right? Finally realized what you were meant for: taking an eager cock fully up in you and drinking in as much cum as it’ll give you. Yeah? You like that? You like the way my cock splits you open? You ready for my jizz? You craving it? Well, get ready, ‘cause here it comes.”
Armin’s thrusts began to speed up as he closed in on his orgasm, eyes sliding closed in bliss.
This was about the time when Jeroph showed up. Jeroph was a senior ranger, an old man with a brimmed hat, graying mustache, and a no-nonsense attitude. It was his job, among other things, to make regular rounds to all the fire watch towers and check on the volunteers, make sure they were okay and had all the supplies they needed.
Armin had, of course, forgotten he was coming. He had been understandably distracted. Jeroph had followed the sounds of Armin’s voice through the trees, his eyebrows climbing higher and higher as he processed the words the man was speaking. When he finally entered the clearing and came to a stop, it was in full sight of Armin as the man’s brutal final thrusts swiveled in and out of his son’s ass and he finally wrenched the boy backward, buried deep inside him and coming for what felt like days.
Jeroph stood quietly as Armin came down from his high. The man’s eyes were tightly clenched shut, and he clearly hadn’t noticed the ranger’s approach at all. Jeroph waited, noting the way the boy barely protested, the youth’s own eyes clenched shut as well as his torso was shoved down against the grass, ass up in the air as it was plundered.
Finally, as Armin’s breathing began to approach a normal rate, Jeroph cleared his throat.
Armin’s eyes flew open, and he wrenched himself out of his son’s ass as though he’d been burned, leaving the boy’s hole livid and dripping. Scrambling to put some distance between them, Armin hurriedly tucked himself away and smoothed his clothes. Almost as an afterthought he realized the state the boy was in as well and moved to pull up the child’s pants.
“Hey, uh, Ranger Jeroph!” Armin stuttered breathlessly. “You’re here! I- uh- I didn’t realize you were coming by today. What- uh- what can I do for you, um, Sir?”
“Who is this?” Jeroph said with a scowl, gesturing at the boy. Armin’s brain had gone full panic mode by this point, trying desperately to read the man’s intentions. Was he about to be kicked off the mountain? Arrested? Just straight-up shot?
“Oh, uh.” With both of them now fully clothed, Armin pulled the boy to his feet and stood behind him, hands on the youth’s shoulders. “Ranger Jeroph, this is my son Oriel. Ori, this is Senior Ranger Jeroph. He’s sort of- sort of my boss, you could say. Say hello.”
The boy muttered something that might be considered a greeting if you stretched the definition far enough. Jeroph raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t apply for permission to have a second person with you on your lookout shift. We didn’t plan the supplies for two.”
“Oh yeah well, it was sort of last-minute, you know?” Armin rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, feeling like his world had tilted sideways. Was he not going to get in trouble for this? Was Jeroph not going to mention what he’d obviously just been doing? “I-it’s fine though! He doesn’t eat much, really, and we’ll pay for any extra supplies, I swear. You see, his mother couldn’t look after him, and-”
“I’ve heard enough,” Jeroph interrupted. “I’ll tell you what’s going to happen next.” Armin swallowed. Jeroph approached them and roughly grabbed Oriel’s upper arm, yanking him away from Armin and towards himself.
“I’ve heard reports of a smoke smell from around here. Possibly a campfire. Too small to see from above the treetops. You’re going to go check for illegal campsites in the vicinity of your tower. Should take you, oh...” he looked thoughtfully at Oriel, “about two to three hours or so.” He looked meaningfully back up at Armin. “Meanwhile, I will escort this boy back to your fire watch tower and supervise him while you complete this task. Is that clear?”
Armin swallowed again. So that was how it was? Well, it was a small price to pay for not getting in trouble over what he’d done. Let the man have his way, then. He looked down at Oriel, then back up at the ranger. “Uh, sure. Yup. Loud and clear. I’ll be back... uh... at some point. Not for a while. You be good, Ori. Do whatever the nice man tells you, okay? I’ll see you later.”
With that, Armin trudged away into the underbrush, leaving Jeroph alone with Oriel. The boy looked up at him questioningly. Tightening his grip on the boy’s arm, Jeroph yanked him back in the direction of the tower. “Come on boy,” he said gruffly, “let’s go.”
The fire watch tower was fairly close by, and the ranger didn’t allow much leeway for Oriel’s shorter legs, half-dragging him when the boy struggled to keep up. They were back quickly, with Jeroph prodding Oriel up the stairs in front of him.
Upon entering the single main room of the tower, Jeroph pragmatically twisted the door’s lock behind him. The room had windows on all sides, so it wasn’t going to stop anyone from seeing what was going on inside the tower if they happened by, but it would at least make it clear that no one was to come in. Additionally, it could potentially delay the boy if he tried to make an escape.
Jeroph wasted little time, striding over to Oriel in the center of the room and grabbing his hair. As Oriel cried out in pain, Jeroph quickly undid his fly with the other hand and pulled out his cock. Then he thrust his hips forward, mashing the organ against Oriel’s cheek. “Suck it,” he demanded.
The boy fought his grip, trying to turn away, but Jeroph grabbed his face and pushed against the boy’s jaw until he had forced it open. Then he removed his hand from Oriel’s hair just long enough to guide his cock into the boy’s mouth, unknowingly beginning his assault the exact same way the boy’s father had.
Not giving the boy even a moment to react, Jeroph returned his hands to the boy’s head, one on each side, and forcefully slammed the boy forward onto his cock. He could feel his dick choking the boy as it immediately swelled to full hardness. Maintaining his grip on either side of the boy’s face, Jeroph began to thrust, using the leverage to pound his cock into the boy’s mouth over and over again like a sledgehammer. Oriel coughed and gagged, but Jeroph ignored it, single-minded in the pursuit of his pleasure.
He refused to let up for even a second, fucking the boy’s face over and over until tears were streaming down Oriel’s cheeks and his face was flushed from lack of breath. Only when it looked like the boy was practically ready to pass out did Jeroph finally abruptly pull out, spraying his orgasm all across the boy’s face, coating him in seed.
Oriel collapsed, bending in half as Jeroph let him go, coughing and wheezing as he tried to get his breath back. Taking advantage of this bent-over position, Jeroph knelt down beside him and unceremoniously yanked the boy’s shorts down around his ankles.
With a palm on each butt cheek, Jeroph experimentally pulled the boy’s buttocks apart, stretching open the little hole for inspection. It was glistening with the sunscreen Armin had applied to it earlier. Cum oozed pointedly from the orifice, far too much for the single deposit Jeroph had seen; clearly this wasn’t the first time that day the man had taken his son.
“Sounds like your father’s been working hard, training up this hole of yours,” Jeroph remarked. “Let’s see how good a job he’s done.”
Holding the boy’s ass spread with one thumb and forefinger, Jeroph lined up the fingers of his other hand and then abruptly began to force the entire thing inside Oriel’s hole.
Oriel squealed and then screamed as the man’s fingers, thumb, then wrist pushed relentlessly inside him. “No! Please! Stop!” he protested. But Jeroph ignored him, forcing his hand, wrist, and forearm deeper and deeper inside of the boy. He could clearly feel every twitch and shudder of the boy’s rectum around him as his hole clenched and unclenched around the tickle of his arm hair.
Oriel squirmed and writhed on Jeroph’s fist, trying to crawl away, but Jeroph refused to let him. Every time the boy tried to get away, straining forward to escape the penetration, Jeroph retaliated by pushing his arm another inch deeper. Finally, as despair began to set in, Oriel stopped struggling. Jeroph nodded with grim approval and began to thrust his arm back and forth.
The boy whimpered and cried as he was fisted, but did not try to get away again. Jeroph was somewhat surprised how readily the boy’s tiny orifice stretched to accommodate his massive forearm; he’d managed to get nearly elbow-deep in the boy, and his arms were fairly wide with muscle. It wasn’t exactly a slick glide to wrench his fist back and forth in the boy’s passage, but it was much easier than he’d expected. The jizz that even now squelched out around the sides of the massive penetration undoubtedly helped.
Jeroph continued to fist the boy until he began to grow hard again. It took some time; Jeroph was by no means a young man anymore. But the sight of poor little Oriel impaled on a man’s entire arm was enough to get anyone’s blood pumping.
Now, however, Jeroph found himself faced with a dilemma. The boy had two lovely holes that both beckoned for his cock. He did want to fuck the boy’s ass, but after fisting it for over an hour he doubted it was going to provide him much pressure. The boy’s mouth had been lovely, and he’d happily have it again, but he also felt bad about leaving the boy’s rear hole bereft.
Glancing about for inspiration, Jeroph’s gaze eventually settled on the plastic water bottle he always carried with him. It was a large vessel, meant for long hikes; comparable in girth to the arm that was even now still buried inside the boy. Jeroph nodded to himself. It would do.
He gave the boy’s hole no opportunity to relax. As the arm finally began to withdraw from the tired, well-stretched orifice, all the way down to his fingertips, Jeroph immediately replaced the previous penetration with the water bottle. It wouldn’t go as deep as his arm had, but it still forced the muscles to stretch to their utmost, keeping the boy spread open. He pushed and pushed until the object was seated deep and would not accidentally slip back out.
Satisfied, Jeroph spun the boy around and once more slammed the boy’s face down onto his cock. Their positions were slightly different this time; Jeroph was sitting down now with Oriel curled up on the floor in front of him. But the procedure was much the same. Jeroph grabbed the boy by the back of the head and puppeted him up and down over his cock, forcing the stiff member down his throat before yanking him off again. Oriel’s voice was rough and tired from screaming, but he still managed a whimper as Jeroph pulled him around by his hair.
As he continued to fuck Oriel’s face, Jeroph casually reached behind the boy and gave the water bottle an additional few thrusts for good measure. He enjoyed watching the way the boy’s hole greedily engulfed the thing every time it was pushed deeper. It was so lovely and so obscene at the same time, like it was desperately swallowing the object, gluttonously choking it down, demanding more and more.
Audibly gulping, Jeroph found he couldn’t take it anymore. He slammed the boy’s head down onto his lap as hard as he possibly could, forcing his cock all the way down the boy’s throat, and came hard. He could feel the boy’s neck muscles contracting around him as he tried desperately to swallow the flood of sperm that was suddenly filling him. Jeroph held him there through the choking and the swallowing until his balls finally stopped pulsing and the last of his jizz disappeared down the boy’s gullet.
He took a moment to enjoy the warm pleasure of orgasm as it curled through him before finally allowing his softening cock to slip out from between the boy’s lips. Then he retrieved his water bottle, yanking it unceremoniously from the boy’s well-used hole.
With a feeling of satisfaction, Jeroph stood and cleaned himself up. He didn’t bother to address Oriel, leaving the boy panting and covered in fluids on the floor. Jeroph unlocked the door with a little skip in his step and started down the side of the fire tower.
Armin was waiting uncertainly at the foot of the stairs. He searched Jeroph’s face for a sign of intent as the man descended, trying to determine if he’d gotten what he’d come for.
Ranger Jeroph cleared his throat. “Well, Armin, I must say I’m not pleased by your flaunting of the regulations like this,” he said sternly.
“Oh, of course,” said Armin, unsure where he was going.
“As such,” Jeroph continued, “I think I will have to come by and make more regular inspections of your tower for the remainder of the summer, to ensure everything meets the expected standards.”
Armin’s shoulders dropped with relief, tension melting out of them. He smiled somewhat hopefully at the senior ranger. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I was thinking while I was out looking for that campfire... Oriel’s been getting a lot of exercise out here this summer, and it’s just so important for exercise to be... balanced, you know? Like not working out one side too much while neglecting the other...? I was thinking, it might be easier with two people to ensure that he was exercising both ends evenly at the same time, you know?”
Jeroph looked thoughtful as he put his hat back on, preparing to head back to the main ranger station. “An interesting proposition,” he admitted. “I’ll certainly consider it.”