Marco Can Learn written by Jimmy

 

Marco Can Learn

 

by Jimmy

 

https://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/2025/11/a-fathers-loving-lesson-written-by-jimmy.html (Part 1)

The afternoon sun beats down on the water, turning the surface to shimmering diamond dust spraying all around. Marco Gomez, Gino and Jayden's Dad is standing in the gentle ocean beside Will Brady, father to Bill and the adoptive father of Sam Hell, aka the Devil Boy. The two older men glide through the gentle swell, the cool Atlantic a welcome relief from the oppressive heat. Salt stings Marco's eyes and lips, the taste of summer and freedom. Will’s boys are further out, diving through waves, their laughter carrying across the water. Bill’s lean form cuts cleanly through the surf in those faded light blue speedos from his swim team that he wears all the time, stretched tight over a frame that's all wiry athletic frame of his. Sam, a flash of furious red eyes thrashes like a demon in a scrap of underwear that clings transparent when wet, revealing everything, just as he'd intends, loving how he can show off and gather attention from everyone nearby.

“You see that, Marco?” Will says, treading water beside him. He’s a powerful presence even here, salt dripping from his graying temples. He points with his chin toward Bill. “My first born, Bill has got speed, but no discipline. Needs to learn about consequence. And about my authority.” He lets that hang in the humid air for a moment. The real reason that Marco’s really here hangs in the air, and he nurses that private shame; which feels suddenly enormous. Last weekend, his own sons had him on your knees, literally, a painful, humiliating lesson in who was really in charge of your house and made him cum…while also painting his with their own spunk.

“And the other one,” Will continues, nodding toward Sam, who’s just kicked a jet of water directly into Bill's face. Bill yelps, more surprised than hurt. “That one’s all fight. Pure defiance. But defiance can be... redirected. Can be a tool.” Will’s eyes have a glint that Marco has seen before. The glint of a craftsman who knows exactly how to shape the will of other boys. “They think this water makes them free. But they’re still in my house, Marco. On my watch. There are rules everywhere.” He waits, letting the words settle, the distant shriek of the boys providing the only soundtrack. “Ready for your first lesson?”

Marco nods at Will, ready to begin. Will calls out to his sons, “Boys! Come here!”

The boys don’t hesitate, their splashing stopping immediately as their heads turn toward their Dad’s voice. They start swimming back, their movements now obedient, almost mechanical. Bill arrives first, pulling himself out of the water with the easy grace of a seasoned athlete, water sheeting off his lean torso and dripping from the tight fabric of his speedos. Bill’s developing chest muscles puff up, and Marco can see the younger boy trying to show off. He’s still the smallest in the group and his dime sized pink nipples seem to have shrunken to little small hard peaks from his time in the water.

Bill shades his pale blue eyes with his palm, and shows off his smooth armpit as he looks up at his Dad.

 “Yeah?” He breathes hard, his belly rising and falling quick from his time playing in the surf.

“I just wanted to show Marco, something. Now stay still” Will orders and slips beneath the waves.

Bill’s eyes roll, “I bet he is going to try and spook me” Bill says, mirth on his face as he pushes his mops of wet hair out of his face as his Dad swims around him, like a shark readying for an attack.

A Son’s Loving Lesson written by Jimmy

 

A Son’s Loving Lesson

 

by Jimmy

https://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/2025/11/a-fathers-loving-lesson-written-by-jimmy.html (Previous story, part one)

In the car, Marco sat alone the phone pressed tightly to his ear.

“I did it, I showed my boys who is boss.” Marco whispers into the phone, his heart rate spiking as he looks over at Gino and Jayden.

The three of them finished setting up a set of tents for each of them, borrowed by Jayden’s ex-boyfriend Bill’s family. While Jayden did not stay friends with Bill after their break-up, Marco Gomez and Will Brady, Bill’s father did.

“Heh, sounds like you put your sons into place. I can’t wait to hear the full story at the next poker night,” Will Brady says, his voice full of mirth.

Marco smiles wider, “Full details.”

“Now remember what we discussed” Will Brady emphasizes, “You must, hit them both a few more times...really cement your place at the head of house.”

Marco’s eyes trail up Gino's torso as he pulls off his shirt, and heads into his tent. “Yes, yes I will.” Marco’s voice trails off a little bit as he makes a fist. Jayden seems to be tailing to him as Gino changes, coming out in a pair of short, and grinning. Marco is unable to hear their conversation but he will soon enough.

“Okay buddy, happy busting.” Will chuckles.

The phone goes dead, and Marco looks at the blank screen before charging the power button off and exits the vehicle, a spring in his step as he walks over to his sons. Ready to go ‘ball hunting.’

The Lesson by The Real Nick

The Lesson

 

by Real Nick

"You think it's him? That Andrew? So he's gay then? I never know with kids nowadays I guess."

The older man asked, phone to his ear as he peered through the blinds covering his office window. His name was Rocco Rossi. Standing at 6'4", with a broad and muscular frame, shaved head, dark stubble and features and tattoos where his skin was visible in his black, washed faded karate gi, one might be led to assume on first sight that this man was dangerous. 

"Don't do anything crazy, Rocco." The woman's voice on the other end of the conversation would say.

Rocco's face was studious, his dark brown gaze fixated on a large group of mixed aged students headed down a long hall heading out to a large training area.

"You have nothing to worry about, baby. I'm not like that anymore." The man said in his deep, gruff, yet calming tone.

Rocco definitely seemed like while he may not do whatever it was he potentially did anymore, he definitely did it before. There was a story behind those eyes, laid below the surface of his tanned skin and in every tattoo.

"And yeah, I'm sure it's that one boy that's been in your class the last year. Andrew Lawrence, right? I cross referenced some friends and photo tags and their socials. I'm one hundred percent sure it's that kid Andrew I saw Bobby kissing in the photos."

His wife, Carmela, said.

Rocco smirked a bit. Now peering further down the hall just enough to make out Bobby, his own son, exchanging laughs and playful pushes with another boy, Andrew. A lad just a bit older than Bobby. Rocco's eyes would widen just a moment, his heart skipping in his chest as he clearly saw what was Andrew grabbing a handful of Bobby's butt cheeks. 

"Yeah, I agree. It's him. I wonder why Bobby hasn't said anything about him. I wonder why he's feeling the need to lie to us. He knows we know he's gay.. It makes me wonder if there's something up with this Andrew kid he doesn't want us knowing. Either way, I'm going to have a sit down with him to see what his intentions are." 

Rocco said, before reaching down with a free hand to adjust his cinched black belt, moving towards his closed office door.

"Rocco honey please be normal about this. We don't know why Bobby is choosing to keep this from us." Carmela said.

"Relax, baby. I'm just going to sit him down and explain there's no need for alarm but that we don't like secrecy and it's okay if he and Bobby are talking. But Bobby is only thirteen, this Andrew Lawrence kid is fifteen or sixteen so I want to clear the air about some things. That's all.“

The man had every right to be curious. Young teenagers dated and explored the world on their own terms. He knew not to interfere with budding young adults but as a father of an involved party he was compelled.

Particularly his son Bobby who was younger than Andrew and was a very sensitive and sweet kid, he wanted to sift through the situation and establish a mutual line of respect. Dating and talking was all fine and good. But doing so in the shadows alluded to potential misgivings that lead Rocco's mind astray and he was very, very protective of his boy.

Rocco would give a soft, "Everything will be fine, Carmie. I love you." before hanging up on her and making his way out of his office and down the long hall.

The Pinecone of Secrets by The Real Nick

  

The Pinecone of Secrets

Hello everyone! 

I am the author of this story and am getting my footing after over a decade of not writing. This story is pure fiction and inspired by a friend's gaming experience. Busts don't start happening until Chapter 3 and I apologize if it's a bit slower than you're use to but still hope you enjoy!

Chapter I

   Character Creation on Maple Street

The sun rose gently over the rows of what was presumably a normal, unassuming stretch of upper Midwest town. In particular, it seemed to cast a more radiant glow along the stretches of various middle to upper class homes with well maintained landscaping on Maple Street. It was a Spring day, the end of March, and the town of Sunnyside, which was tucked against a mountainside, was just kicking away the remnants of what would be their last snowfall of the year.

All was quiet, save for the casual but almost uniform sound of several car alarms being disarmed. And almost as if on que, the front doors of the various homes on Maple Street would open as a legion of fatherly figures meandered out of their homes. Coats, suits, brief cases and coffee cups. Waves of hands, caffeine fueled smiles and neighborly exchanges of

“Morning! Heck of a week! “

“How about those Jets!”

“Hump day am I right?”

Came from all of them at seemingly scheduled intervals, as their wives followed them out to the porches, giving parting kisses and waves, before one by one they climbed into their vehicles and systematically backed out of their driveways and screeched off in rather frantic speeds, belying their niceties.

The mothers all waved to one another with a mixed bag of genuine and feigned smiles, before dipping back inside their homes. A calm silence filled the neighborhood again, birds could be heard chirping and singing, darting about in-between trees. The skies looked mostly cloud free, and were showing to be a bright, clear, beautiful blue.

It was going to be a fantastic day.

Unplanned Guests Day 2: Stuck written by Jimmy

 

Unplanned Guests

Day 2: Stuck

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Logan Kruger was so happy to say goodbye to Zach.

Last night, Zach and his cousin Junior first meeting did not go well. At breakfast there was a cold stare from Junior that Logan felt could freeze Zach to his chair. Zach happily crunched his Cheerio's and kept making comments about how much he loves “These nuts crack so easy in my mouth” or “Nuts are so easily broken around me.”

Junior squirms on his chair, one hand covering his goods.

Logan sighs, and changes the subject.

Not too long afterwards, Logan waves goodbye to his friend Zach closing the door behind him. It's raining pretty heavily and it looks like lounging by the pool is out for the day. Logan turns back to Junior who is still moodily swirling his moving his metal spoon in small circles around his cereal bowl. “Pool is out...how about we head out and see a movie?”

Junior seems to perk up. “Can we go to see the new horror film, Black Phone 2?” Unable to see a movie like that without someone 18 or older, Junior was going to be forced to wait until it hits on one of his screening platforms.

Logan grins, “Sure.”

“Thanks! You are the best.” Junior grabs him in a fierce hug, and Logan takes in his scent of sugary cereal and his musty bedhead smell.

“You need a shower.”

Junior pulls back and smells one of his pits and makes a face, tongue sticking out. “Yeah, I do. But so do you.”

“Fair enough, let's go shower and change before we go.”

Junior is already halfway up the stairs, the floorboards creaking under his fast past sprint, clothes tossed off as he runs.

Logan chuckles, picking up his discarded clothing not wanting Chase's house keeper to be forced to do his cousins dirty laundry. On the underwear, Logan feels a hard crusty stain under his thumb and is reminded of how last night ended.

“Thank god Zach is gone...”

A Father’s Loving Lesson written by Jimmy

 

A Father’s Loving Lesson

 

by Jimmy

 

Hey BB friends,

I'm currently writing a sequel to this story. If you have idea, I might try to use it. Have fun, and be creative!

J

Marco Gomez loves his sons.

Sometimes they drive him crazy.

One hot, summer day Marco decides to surprise his kids with a beach trip.

“Here, for the road...” Marco's wife gives him a peck on the cheek as she hands him a very full basket of sandwiches, snacks, and cut fruit.

“You are the best, mi amor.”

Her cheeks warm and she shoos him out the door, “Remember to enjoy the boy’s trip...and don’t let Gino and Jayden fight with each other too much!”

Jayden grabs his mom in a hug from behind and gives her a quick squeeze.

“Never! Besides, Gino’s afraid of my growing muscles. I can kick his butt now any time I want.” Jayden beams and rushes past his Dad bumping him with his hip and sticking out his tongue, when Marco looks up at the quick thump.

“Mijo!” Marco shouts, raising one fist at him as he jumps into his father’s truck. Like Gino’s truck, the inside is a mess but Jayden shoves empty wrappers to the floor as he takes the window seat.

“It’s all mine, Gino!” Jayden shouts as he rolls down the window. The handle twists slowly in his hand, the truck is older than both Gino and Jayden combined and has strange conveniences like window handles.

“He wishes” Gino is already shirtless, heading to the truck but tells his mother “I promise...we will all be good.”

The woman looks worried and looks up praying “Please let that be true!” She closes the door, and Marco looks over at his son.

“Help me with the chairs.”

“Sure thing!”

Gino slaps Marco’s ass playfully, but earning him a quick sharp yelp that he seems to enjoy. “You little...” Gino darts away and grabs his Dad in a head lock and gives the old man a noggie.

“Ha! Always too slow.” Gino jokes, tightening his grip a bit.

Marco fights him off, grumbling as they get the rest of the supplies packed for the beach trip without too much more rough housing. Marco swears that his boys have only gotten worse...and he thinks that this trip he can finally get the two in line.

Unplanned Guests written by Jimmy

 

Unplanned Guests

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Hi,

 

You wanted Zach back…and to fight against Junior? Well…this 31 page story is for you! Hope that you enjoy.

 

~J

 

“Bye Chase!”

Logan waves at the passing car, Chase along with his friends Rex, Max and Adam heading out to camp in their annual summer camp. Logan was invited, but he declined. He was almost giddy to have the house to himself.

Chase pops up from the driver’s side window yelling “Don’t mess up my house, Kruger!”

“Hah!” Logan laughs as he heads back inside, closing the door satisfyingly behind him.

That’s when Logan’s phone pings.

Sighing looking at his phone screen.

Zach: “I need to get off campus. Bringing beer, want to chill?”

Logan “He’ll yeah, bro. Bring them over. I got the house to myself.”

Leaning against the door, Logan runs his hands through his blonde hair and sighs. “So much for my alone weekend.”

The doorbell rings and Logan turns back, halfway to the staircase “Who could that be?”

Walking back to the door Logan opens it. It’s Junior Kruger his cousin, and he looks really mad.

“I’m crashing here.”

“Huh?”

Junior shoves his duffle into Logan’s arms and marches inside, slamming the door behind him.

“I can’t live with my idiot brother anymore…and you have extra bedrooms. I can live here,” Junior pulls in another well stuffed bag.

“Ummmm…Junior. You can’t live here.”

“I’m the Captain, now!” written By Jimmy

 

“I’m the Captain, now!”

 Conclusion

                                By Jimmy

Outside of Chase’s house, Gino Gomez takes a big breath and hammers on his door. 

Gino’s truck has broken down, and luckily it was where Logan Kruger lives. For the past eight months Logan’s has been living with Chase.

He needs a ride, and fast. 

When Chase opens the door, Gino thinks about hitting him…but refrains. 

“Where’s Logan?” Gino asks instead. 

“Hello to you to” quips Chase. It’s mid-day, and Chase is wearing his new favorite speedos white with a small anchor hanging of the small fabric. It’s not wet, Chase was on his way to the pool. The towel over his shoulder indicates that as well. 

Gino huffs out an annoyed sound deep in his throat and asks again, “Where is—L” but he is cut off as Chase answers over him. 

“He left five minutes ago.”

“Shit” is all Gino says, looking at the street and his smoking truck. 

“Your ride has seen better days.” Chase peers over his shoulder watching the fumes coming up from the engine.

“I need a ride.” Gino looks pointedly at him. 

“And?” says Chase, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I’m the Captain!” written By Jimmy

 

"I’m the Captain!”

 

By Jimmy

 

Hi BB community,

I have been on a bit of roll recently putting out a story each week in September, it has been a struggle to write. I don’t think that I am passed that. However I am finally coming back to the main story, and here it is Jayden and Doug, hope that you all enjoy. This story will be a too be continued. So be prepared for that and finished the sequel already.

~J

 

 

The High School Wrestling Captain Jayden marches up to the gym early one morning. The summer sun blazes on his back, and he is all sweaty from his morning run here. Sweat rolls down his bare back into his underwear and when he opens the door to the school the icy air conditioning makes him shiver. The feeling is still nice after the run.

“Ah, that’s better” Jayden says softly heading straight to the locker room, and kicks off his shoes as he enters. Dropping his shorts Jayden breathes hard from the exertion of his run. His underwear sticks to his skin and Jayden goes to drop his drawers, the fourteen year old is looking forward to a nice shower but he notices that he is not the only one here as his eyes finally adjust to the light. 

Watching him with a slight smirk is Doug…his fellow rival who desperately wants to steal the captain title from him, he so wants to finally one up Jayden so badly. The hairy dude almost sixteen has just gotten out of the shower and is dripping wet onto the floor, clearly not doing that great of a job drying off after he left the showers. 

“Doug” Jayden says, still running the lip of his undies with his finger. 

“Jayden, you are so brave to show your face after the beating I gave you in the showers the other day,” scoffs Doug. “I figured that you would rejoin your boyfriend on the swimming team, trade the speedo for the singlet. I thought that your wrestling days were over…a skimpy pair of Speedos I think is more your speed.” Doug sneers, eyes sinking to Jayden’s drawers that hug his ample bulge, the skin tight material is wet and Doug can see…well, everything.

“You” Jayden moves quickly over to Doug, crossing the room in three quick strides and pokes him in the chest. “First, I do both. Second, you only got the drop on me because you cheated, go figure. You even had help, don’t forget that part, Doug. Third…if you think you are so tough…try it fur ball. You will regret trying to do a match with me one on one” Jayden says, practically spitting as he talks, his words quick like bullets. Jayden Gomez may be younger, smaller, but he has a lot of heart and he reeks of confidence as he bumps his smaller chest against Doug’s. Jayden Gomez after all helped the Bartlet’s claim the championship last year, he is not going to be put down by someone who didn’t even make it to the semi-finals.

Doug is about to say something but his eyes drift down and is drawn to the large bulge in Jayden's underwear, clearly the younger guys dick is excited about the prospect of fighting Doug again, and winning. Jayden’s erection is pushing his briefs out, very noticeably in the locker room. The bigger guy smiles and laughs at Jayden’s half-cocked chubby.

Jayden looks down and then back up. “Shut your trap, Chewbacca” he snaps. Eyes narrowing as he grabs Doug’s towel and yanks it off. Doug is speechless for a moment, but Jayden feeling empowered and grasps Doug’s shoulders. With a quick flash of movement Jayden powers a hard knee right into Doug’s hairy groin. The hard thud reverberates through the locker room and Jayden sneers, he knows that he got Doug in a perfect hit ramming into both of his furry testicles.

“Ooooh,” Doug doubles over and collapses to his knees, cupping his junk. “You little prick” Doug says, breathing hard. He looks up at Jayden and his face is red and sweaty, he looks down right furious.

“I am the wrestling captain” Jayden says, putting his hands on his hips, now that he has the upper hand. “Now, how about a match? One on one, this time.”

One on One Practice written by Jimmy

 

One on One Practice

 

By Jimmy

 

 

Jayden was showing Junior a new move on the Mat. It was late in the day and the sun was fading down, but due to summer it was almost 8:00 pm when the lasts rays started to fall past the windows, all golden and full of reds and bright oranges.

Looking up, Jayden Gomez, the wrestling captain noticed the dying light, his hand curled over his eyes dark almost black eyes, the notion shone there revealing hidden hues of light gold that could not be seen in any normal light but this.

“That’s a sick move, Jayden. Can’t wait to try it next time we wrestle,” Junior Kruger says wiping his brow. He is one of the new wrestlers that has joined the team. Both teens are dressed in their singlets, and Jayden nods in agreement turning back to him. 

“Yeah, man. You’ll do it justice. Remember when the refs back is to you a quick flick of the wrist and a hard uppercut right in the guy’s balls finishes him. Then you flip them over to pin them. Easy win. Low blows are what Bartlet is known for thanks to your older cousin, Logan” Jayden says and shows Junior the move again, and accidentally brushes his full scrotum. 

“Careful” warns Junior. “You almost got me.”

Junior looks over, his sparkling bright eyes full of mischief as he reaches for his sack gives his nuts a small squeeze.