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Trampoline Boy

"Rawr!" Ted liked playing the monster for his 9-year-old son. Fueled by Brody's giggles he bouncingly chased the boy in a circle around the trampoline's interior net.

"Staw, no snurf it!" Brody's complaint was rendered unintelligible by choking laughter. His socks slipped on the trampoline's mesh surface. He fell, sliding into the valley his father's weight indented, cackling.

Ted caught his incoming boy, tickling the kid's shirtless sides mercilessly.

"Staw it!" More laughter; Brody's face was turning red. Laughter tears wet his eyes. "Can't breath!"

"OK, OK." Ted's own heart was racing – jumping was hard work. Brody settled his head cat-like in Ted's lap. The man tried to fight his erection.

Brody sat upright suddenly. "Your shirt's icky." The boy looked with disgust at the sweat marks on Ted's shirt.

Ted rolled his eyes. "It's just sweat. You want me to take it off?"

His son nodded. Ted complied; now they were both in naught but boxers and socks. He absently prayed his wife would take her usual leisurely time shopping. And that his neighbor wouldn't invade his back-yard privacy with that idiotic mustached hello. And that –

"Whatcha thinking about?" his son asked. Only after the boy had lifted his head did Ted realize he'd been gently humping upward into the kid's ear. His cock twitched as he stole enough blood to blush.

"Wanna play stupid hairy monster some more?" Brody started laughing before Ted could get angry.

"I'm barely hairy." Ted just kept some on his chest and abs. It looked nice. Didn't it? "You don't like it?" Why was he asking his son?

Brody twirled some of his father's chest hair around his finger and shrugged. "Why ask me?"

"Right?" Ted ruffled his son's hair.

Brody jumped to his feet, bouncing out of reach.

Ted was tired; he wanted the game to end. "Rawr!" he asserted.

Brody's delight was obvious as he half-screamed and bounced further away.

Ted didn't intend to play long. Using his unfair advantage of adult-sized legs he quickly overtook his son, bounding upward and tackling him mid-air. They fell in tandem embrace.

"Nooo!" Brody howled, laughing. He tried to squirm away, slinging his legs around his father; saddling the man.

Ted's concentration shattered as Brody's small, hard boxer tent poked into his abdomen. The man's own erection resurged.

Brody crawled around his father's chest, now kneeling on the man's back as they continued to plummet. Ted's arms pulled backward, still clutching the boy.

He was falling chest-first. Ted snapped out of his horny oblivion just in time to feel the ineffable fear of his situation. Brody screamed laughter.

Ted's nose and nipples landed first. The mass of his pecs next; the polypropylene mesh expanded under his weight. His son's knees pushed down with sixty pounds [27 kg] of extra weight.

Ted could feel his chest hair sewing through the canvas.

His son howled laughter on his back. The boy's legs spread, dragging his knees across Ted's back until he straddled the man. Ted's own cock swelled in his boxers, rubbing against the rebounding trampoline. He started to slide back into warm, happy oblivion.

The sharp pain of hundreds of hairs ripping from his chest tore him from his happy place. He howled with the pain of a thousand duct tape tears. He threw his son off him, clenching his fists.

"Rawr!" he screamed.

"Stupid Scary Hairy Monster!" The boy had a taunt in his eyes that clearly said come get me!

"Scary, huh?" Ted's chest heaved, itched, burned, and screamed. He glared at his son with what he hoped was a clear intent to spank. "I'll show you scary."

"You have to get me first!" Brody grinned an evil, knowledge-filled grin then bounced away.

Ted was ready to play. He leaped toward his son, clutching.

Brody effortlessly danced out of reach.

Ted lost his balance, sliding to the floor again.

Brody bounced around him, gloating with laughter.

So inexperienced. Ted snatched his son's left ankle. The boy's own momentum flung him against the canvas. He bounced back to his feet like an inflatable bob bag, then flung against the canvas in the opposite direction.

Ted dragged his son over his lap by his ankle, pulled the boy's boxers down past his knees, raised his hand high and spanked his chest hair's memory into his boy with a single handprint-leaving smack.

He didn't intend it to be solitary. His son reacted to the spank with an upward kick of an impossibly-maneuvered foot, narrowly missing Ted's groin.

Ted's throat dried as he contemplated the near miss.

Brody grinned; then giggled. The boy's boxers hung from his left ankle. His two-inch [5 cm] cock stood at complete attention.

Ted's cock twitched; his anger paused.

"Daddy's horny, too," Brody said.

"What?" Ted blinked. He looked at his crotch, for the first time noticing his obvious 8-inch [20 cm] tent. "Um…"

As Brody cackled his small balls bounced between his cocky alpha-male spread legs. The boy stood akimbo. "Stupid horny monster!"

Ted sincerely hoped no one heard that. His cock insisted he play, however. At least to teach his son a lesson. "Rawr!" He gave groin-led chase.

Brody proved a difficult nymph to catch. The boy was too nimble to be caught by his father's ogre attempts to grab him. "I'll get you!"

"No you won't!" Brody dove between Ted's legs. Ted reacted too late, unable to catch his son. Brody regained his balanced and karate kicked his father's ass. "That's for spanking me!" He laughed hard.

Ted's ego hurt worse than his tailbone. How was he being beat by a nine-year-old?

"I'm faster!" Brody stuck his tongue between his lips and raspberried his father. Then he turned around, bent over, and jut his tiny, luscious ass at him. Mooning him. Taunting him.

"You're asking for it," Ted said, gazing at the red handprint still starkly visible on the boy's bum.

"Asking for what?"

Ted's cock strained against the fabric. Focusing on glaring at his son, he absently reached into his boxers and rearranged his cock. Finding no suitable rearrangement (and enjoying groping himself) he pulled it out, securing the elastic band of his boxers beneath his balls.

It took seven seconds of absent ball massaging before Ted realized what he was doing. His glare dropped; confusion replaced it.

Brody was staring at his manhood, almost hypnotized by it. His jaw was agape; his eyes smiled. The boy stroked his own erection.

Ted's cock thought for him. "Rawr!" he said, taking advantage of his son's distraction. Hadn't that been how Brody had been winning so far? He tackled the boy, pinning his wrists against the canvas.

Brody struggled but couldn't get up. He burst into laughter instead.

Ted shifted his weight until he was sitting on his bucking son. His cock slapped against the boy's chest. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of his circumcised head rubbing against Brody's silky-smooth skin. He shifted his weight further until his balls danced on his son's chin. He leaned forward, plowing his erection between his boy's nose and cheek.

Brody's eyelashes tickled his tip. He pulled back sharply, still pressing downward against the boy's face, tugging his lower lip backward and down; his jaw open. Ted pulled his hips back until the tip of his cock was aligned with his son's mouth. He lifted the boy's head and pushed in.

Teeth scraped the top and bottom of his helmet. Brody groaned; his son's tongue pressed against his tip. Ted pushed forward, knocking this defender aside. His cock slammed against the back of Brody's throat.

Brody pulled his head away and down. Ted's cock flopped out, sparkling wet in the sunlight. His balls constricted – he didn't remember ever being so horny. Glob after glob surged out his shaft, splattering across Brody's cheeks, nose and lips; dripping down his chin.

"Ick!" Brody said. "Don't pee!"

Ted continued to shoot.

"Oh," Brody seemed relieved. "It's not." He giggled.

Even after the last drop of cum had squeezed out Ted still felt unbearably horny. Brody's sweet grin up at him with a cum-wet face didn't help. "Um." He wiped the cum from his son's face, unsure what to do with it.

Brody laughed and squirmed away. His naked cock, still hard,bounced against his skinny abdomen.

Ted realized he still hadn't spanked the lad. He grinned with mischievous intent. "Rawr!"

Brody screamed laughter, giggling uncontrollably as he bounced away.

Like a predator in the wild Ted predicted his prey's movements and cut him off, tackling his son to the canvas once more. He pinned the laughing, squirming boy with his weight and rolled him onto his belly. "Now you're gonna get it!"

The boy tried to protest through laughter.

Ted started to spank – not as hard as his first smack but enough to end his son's laughter. After several slaps the boy's butt began to glow. He paused at ten to admire his work.

As he did so the boy struggled his right leg free, kneeing up into the man's groin. Ted recoiled backward; Brody escaped.

"Stupid horny monster!" Brody's eyes were wet and red. Ted wondered for a moment if he'd gone too far; then the boy grinned evilly. He sniffed and giggled. "Now you're gonna get it!"

"Rawr!" Ted said. He liked this game. He flexed his hands before him like threatening paws. His son mirrored back, laughing. They each bounced gently, warming up the canvas and readying their spring.

They leapt together – screamed together, colliding mid-air; fighting and laughing as gravity pulled down. Brody cackled childishly.

Ted had a bigger game in mind. He rolled his son beneath him as they fell, slathering his cum-covered hand between the boy's buttocks. When they landed, two of his fingers penetrated Brody's tight-clenched hole.

The boy yelped as the pair bounced back into the air. Ted laughed, pushing his fingers deeper. His cum proved the perfect lube – on the second bounce his fingers were buried.

"Rawr!" Ted said. Brody screamed beneath him.

He removed his fingers and the boy settled. "Not so fun?" Ted asked.

Brody wiped his eyes and grinned. "I'm still ahead."

"What?" Ted held his squirming boy secure.

"I'm still winning!" Brody chuckled.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

The boy was pinned on his stomach. Ted's cock squeezed between the kid's thighs. He could only think horny thoughts. The boy's hole was probably big enough. He raised his hips, aligned his aim, and fucked in.

Brody squealed beneath him. The boy's hole stretched to accommodate the large invader.

"Still think you're in the lead?"

"Tied!" the boy cried.

Ted grinned, pushing deeper. Brody bucked with surprising strength, twisting his torso around. Ted tried to hold him down but this proved impossible. Brody wormed around his father and bit hard into his abdomen.

Ted screamed; Brody escaped. Safely off his father's cock the boy laughed. Ted rubbed the throbbing tooth marks in his side.

"I'm winning," Brody said.

Ted's cock cried, mortified to have been forcibly removed from Brody's tight, burning hole. His heart pounded. He raised his hands. "Rawr!"

Brody grinned back at him, seeming to understand the weight of this fight. The boy's still-rigid cock pulsed as he panted.

They bounced before each other in a mutual circle; making no progress toward the center but bouncing higher and higher.

"If I catch you, boy, I'm gonna rape your ass." His heart and cock throbbed.

Brody giggled, narrowing his eyes with sinister intent. "I'm gonna kick you square in the nuts," he said. "Until you sob." The boy licked his canine.

Ted wasn't sure when his son had become so devilish but was thrilled nonetheless. "Final battle?"

His son grinned.

They bounced a final six-foot [~2 m] bounce then jousted mid-air once more. Embracing; biting; clawing; laughing. Their fight climaxed at the apex.

Naturally, daddy won.

Ted hotdogged his cock between his son's buns, rubbing forward and back until he found the quivering hole.

The mesh canvas seemed so far below. Ted held Brody's wrists firm, splaying the boy's legs wide outside his own. They started to fall.

Brody screamed, having given up his fight. He stopped screaming mid-fall to catch his breath. A giggle escaped as he exhaled. Then he screamed again – the rollercoaster was still gaining speed.

Ted's cockhead wormed into the tight-clenching hole. "Ready?" he asked.

His boy craned his neck to look backward at him, screaming laughter. He could feel the kid's racing heart. It beat almost as fast as his own.

They fell the final feet in slow motion. Ted could see every emotion his son's face displayed – from fear to terror to intense pleasure, desire, and anticipation. Before they landed he leaned down and kissed the back of Brody's neck.

Brody purred, nuzzling his head back against his dad.

Ted's cock drilled into his son upon impact, driving in under a second inches beyond the depths his fingers had reached.

Brody screamed and squealed; his small body convulsed. His hole stretched open, quivering spasms against Ted's shaft.

Ted screamed as well; moaning as his cock tunneled too-quickly into the tiny chasm. Brody started to rebound while gravity continued to pull Ted down. The man's cock rammed ever deeper. His balls slapped against the boy's buns. Deeper and tighter they were squished.

Ted screamed as his balls pancaked. Brody howled as his father's full shaft lodged into his gut.

Airborne once more Brody was nearly able to wiggle off his father's cock. He'd freed himself of all but three quarters an inch [2 cm] before they collided with the trampoline once more. Ted's cock drilled back into his son.

Brody howled and screamed, finding Ted's finger and biting down. Brody laughed; Ted screamed. They rebounded into the air.

The boy ripped his hips back and forth, trying to buck his father off. Their bounce wasn't high enough to even free half the shaft, however.

When they landed again Ted slammed his hips forward with all his might. He came as his cock burrowed as deep as it possibly could be – at the moment Brody began his rebound. His cum shot deep into Brody.

He let go of the boy's right wrist, rubbing down his son's heaving chest and concave abdomen to his hairless little cock. It was swollen stiff.

Brody moaned when he touched it; his small body trembled.

Both man and boy whimpered and giggled as their orgasms finally died, cuddling together in a giddy embrace. Ted's heart continued to race long after the trampoline had stilled.

"So who won?" he asked at length.

Brody giggled as he inhaled. "You did, meanie!"

Ted ruffled his son's hair and laughed.

"But I will, eventually." The boy's eyes glinted evil.

"Oh yeah?" Ted looked forward to another match. "And what when you do win?"

Brody smiled like the Cheshire Cat. "Then I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll think I'm Megatron. BlackMegatron."

Ted kept a straight face for almost an entire second before bursting into laughter.

The End