When Father’s Know Best written by Jimmy

 

When Father’s Know Best

 

by Jimmy

 

Dear Anonymous,

This one is for you. You wanted a Marco and Gino Gomez story, about ballbusting that’s fun between a father a son. Here you go.

 

Jimmy

 

 

Gino Gomez and Marco Gomez were spending a Saturday working on Gino’s truck.

Both were sweaty, but still in a mostly good mood. Oil was drained from the truck, tires rotated, new brake pads were put in place, and now the father and son were working on changing out a few of the undercarriage nuts and bolts that needed replacing.

The heat was creeping steadily up, and both abandoned their shirts long ago that rest on the truck’s tailgate, flapping in the wind. The breeze was nice, and Gino wipes away some sweat from his brow as he hands his father Marco a wrench. Marco is on his back on creeper. The creeper, like everything in the Gomez family is used. Still works but the left wheels sometimes catch and spin it around in a circle.

“Thanks. This nut is giving your old man some troubles.”

Gino Gomez laughs, humor that still of a twelve year old. “Have you tried busting the nut” Gino jokes and gently pokes his father between the legs tapping the small protuberance. Marco is not a very large man between the legs. In fact both of his sons far outrank him in size, girth, and natural male attributes. Marco Gomez learned the hard way almost a year ago now of how badly he was outclassed by his sons.

“Ooh careful there, we might try for a third kid and you don’t want the next one to come out cross eyed!” Marco jokes.

Gino rolls his eyes. “I’m surprised that your little suckers were up to the task to make Jayden and I…I guess size isn’t everything. Some sayings are surprisingly accurate!” Gino musses poking fun of his old man again.

“Hardy, har, har Gino. I’ll have you know that I am an average male,” Marco holds out his hands “Pliers.”

“Average for ten year old” Gino says, unable to stop snickering. Gino passes him the tool looks up at the sky. “Man it’s a nice day. Can’t wait to go for that ride to the lake with you. You almost done down there?”

“I’m telling this nut is stuck.” Sliding out from under the truck Marco didn’t see spot Gino’s position correctly and as he moves backwards he crotches himself into Gino’s ankle. “OOOhhhh fuck” Marco laughs grabbing himself on the creeper and laughing.

“Hahaha, you just busted your own old balls!”

“I’m not that old…I can still take you” Marco says sitting up.

“Yeah right” Gino scoffs as his Dad gets up, one hand still holding his privates. Gino gets onto the creeper on his back and slides under the truck grasping the nut and giving it a tug. The lose nut falls into his hand and Gino slips on a new one smiling as he works. “This took me two seconds. You are getting old, admit it Dad. Your muscles are useless compared to mine. Jayden could even take you now and he’s only fourteen. I’m eighteen and I would make you call out for Mom to nurse you back to health!”

A strong wind hits Gino, and he slides a bit, the small wheels getting wrapped around his shorts.

“Dammit” Gino curses, anger swelling. “I hate this old thing. Dad…you are going to have to pull me out.”

Marco smiles and Gino can hear it in his voice as he says “Are you sure that my old muscles can do it? Maybe we should wait until your brother comes home…or I could call your Mom I guess.”

Gino rolls his eyes annoyance creeping in. “Fine I deserved that. Now pull me out!”

Marco grasps both of Gino’s ankles and tries to pull. The wheels lock and Marco swears “Son of a…wait a moment son…this should work.” Marco repositions himself, putting one foot on the creeper between Gino’s legs. Gino’s heart skips a beat as he spots the position that he know finds himself in.

“Dad be careful you are right near my No Man’s land.”

“I’ve got it stop…nagging me!” Marco pulls hard, and the right wheels swerve just as the left comes to a full halt. Gino feels himself slide along the flat bench until his scrotum comes into contact with Marco’s foot and he is hammered between the legs. Gino jolts against the impact and freezes up as his balls crunch, the audible ghastly squishy of his big family jewels is heard by both father and son as Marco continues to yank.

“OOOooooooo Dad…you got my….balls!”

Marco stops pulling, and releasing his foot from in between Gino’s legs. He watches Gino’s nuts roll off the creepers edge, the bulbously large fat eggs now stand out obnoxiously highlighted in Gino’s yanked up wedgied shorts.

“Sorry about that son.”

“I warned you…oooh this hurts” Gino groans unable to reach down and safely hold onto his nuts makes him feel anxious and worried as pain thrums in his ballsack. Feeling exposed Gino grits his teeth as he says “Maybe I can slide out…”

“Nonsense! I will be more careful.” This time Marco puts his foot on the truck for leverage and heaves Gino backwards with all of his might.

The wheels on the creeper screech as Gino is yanked backwards so fast that Marco loses his footing as Gino shoots out and his foot drops from the truck’s edged where it was perched and drops directly down on his sons groin crushing everything against the cement on the driveway in one hard squishing stomp.

Gino gasps, eyes widening to saucers as he freezes up. Gino can feel the pulse in his balls, as the pancake shaped testicles throb in short painful spurts against the underside of his father’s foot.

“Oh no…I’m so sorry son. Did I break anything?” Marco asks quickly stepping off his sons genitals and falling down to one knee reaching out to him to touch where his son got hurt.

“Oh…oh….fuuuuuuck…” Gino bites his lip as he squeezes his eyes shut. “You…broke my balls.”

“I didn’t, I wouldn’t!” Marco grasps his son’s large package with both hands and Gino stops breathing and hisses out air at the touch.

“Dad…don’t…it oh my god!”

Marco slowly rolls the balls under his careful touch and says “I’ll be gentile…just checking for…my god…”

“What?” Gino says sitting up on the creeper, a worried look in his big dark eyes.

Marco tries to hide his shame as he feels the most impressive nuggets he has ever touched. “N…nothing. They are fine.” Marco gives a tiny squeeze that makes Gino’s eyes water.

“Dad…! You….squeezed them.” Gino rolls off the creeper, finally glad to be off that hellish rollercoaster. “I’m fucking buying a new one of those…fuck that hurt.”

Marco Gomez’s eyes are narrowed. He’s angry at the full girth that his son has and as he reaches for his own small balls he just manages to barely touch his small grapes, when Gino looks up and sees.

“Measuring yourself Dad?” Gino asks, still one hand clamped over protectively on his groin as his balls twist painfully in their throbbing as the swelling blooms from underneath his gentle cradling touch.

“No! I just…it’s sweaty. We’ve been working all day. Let’s get to the lake before all the good fish are caught.” Marco marches over to the garage muttering under his breath leaving Gino time to hold and check out his balls. Gino peeks inside his shorts, not surprised to find that he’s boys are red and a little bloated. He’s got a semi too and Gino tries to control himself as he sits up, grabbing the creeper to put it away along with the other tools as his Dad loads up the back of the truck with the fishing gear.

When the two are already done, Jayden swings into view on his bike. He’s also shirtless his chest glistening with sweat as he parks his bike and waves at his Dad and Gino. “Hey, the newspapers are delivered and sense you two have not left yet, can I—c” but before he can finish his sentence he is interrupted.

“Grounded remember, mijo?” Marco says sternly. “Now get inside to your room and work on homework.” Marco slaps his ass playfully making Jayden yip as he covers his backside.

“No fair…come on!”

“No, you should not have been sneaking out of the house at night to see Chase, you know the rules. You are fourteen and there will be consequences for your behavior.”

“Yeah Jayden…listen to Dad.” Gino ball taps Jayden while he is still rubbing his backside and Jayden’s mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ as he bends over not prepared for the hard knock of Gino’s knuckles striking perfectly against the front pouch of his full shorts.

“OOOOOooo shit, Gino!” Jayden grabs himself and bends over.

Marco smiles at Gino and the two of them share a look as they grab Jayden over their heads marching him up to the house while he squeals in protest.

Dropping him on his bed, Jayden lands in a huff laughing as he bounces up “You jerks!”

“Mind your elders, Jayden” Gino scoffs as Jayden stands up crossing his arms over his chest.

Jayden sticks out his tongue, acting younger than he usually does and Gino smacks him against with another ball tap just as his father smacks his ass with a slap. Jayden falls over onto his unmade bed laughing, moaning, and cursing as the two of them leave the room.

“That was fun” Gino says as the door closes behind him and he heads to the truck.

“Agreed. Let’s get going.” Marco snatches the jingling keys from his sons hand as he swings them about. “I’m driving.”

“No way, it’s my truck!” Gino reaches to snatch them back, but Marco is quicker and his fish slams up behind him nailing Gino in the plums again. Stumbling forward Gino gasps, not ready for another hit, and drops to one knee as Marco looks over his shoulder in victory.

“Hurry up son.”

Marco’s door slams shut after he climbs inside, leaving Gino on the driveway. Cars roll by, but Gino’s hand is in his shorts now grasping his own nuggets, his expression sour as from yet another blow from his Dad. It’s time to get even.

It’s not as bad as the accidental stomp from earlier, or the mistaken pedaling maneuver but to his balls, but both still smart from the hit. Marco managed to his Gino perfectly, nailing nothing but nutmeat and the way that his nuts rammed into his pelvic bone added an extra hard crunch that has left him feeling gutted. He rubs himself a bit more before heading to the truck, choosing the passenger side and promising himself that he would be on the driver’s side on the way back home.

As he is climbing into the truck he hears from Jayden’s open window “Hope that one hurt!”

Gino twists to look over his shoulder and flips Jayden off with a steady raised middle finger as Marco Gomez pulls out of the driveway and heads towards the lake.

“That time I meant to hit you, Gino…not the others.”

“Just so you know, you have declared war old man.”

Marco looks over at his son and sighs. “As you wish. Just don’t go crying to your mother.”

“Funny I was going to say the same thing.”

The pair laugh as they head down the scenic scene of Bartlet’s ocean side view, both looking at the waves crashing against the sand. Gino rolls down the window, nothing is automatic in this beast of a truck and drops his arm over the side as the smell of the sea greets him.

Suffers fly across the water, and Gino rests his free hand behind his back and juts out his legs as he says “Man…that’s pretty.”

“Sure is son.”

A smile creeps up on Gino’s face, “Not as pretty as your face is gonna be at the lake after I hit you right in your old man balls.”

Marco laughs once, eyes focused on the road but tells his son “Keep dreaming.”

 

Thirty minutes later, Marco and Gino Gomez arrive at the lake. The lake is active today with families, teens, and solo fisherman. Marco and Gino take their time walking around the lake enjoying the view. The sun is on high in the sky, the blistering warmth saturating the air. Sweat rolls down Gino’s back along his spine, his arm pits are damp but a smile warms his face as he walks just behind his father.

The lake water is surprisingly cool when they get to their spot, which is thankfully deserted. Gino takes off his shoes stepping into the water which instantly brings down his body temperature. Wiggling his toes in the sand, he turns back to Marco shading his eyes with a cupped palm as he does so saying “Waters perfect.” Gino’s eyes squint to make out Marco’s silhouette against the tree line as Marco casts the line overhead. A small whirl of the line from the fishing pole is heard as it soars overhead. Gino turns back to the water just in time to watch the hook and weight hit the water with a small soundless splash.

Marco repeats the maneuver with Gino’s line, before he notices Gino going under the water with a small plop. Part of the reason that this is their favorite part is that the lake breaks into two separate sections here with just a bit of land in between. Gino is swimming on one side, and they fish on the other so that he does not disturb the fish. Gino surfaces expelling his held breath, and flipping his hair back out of his face. A shiver runs through him as he swims back to the beach. Gino didn’t bother with a swim suit and his short lay close to his fishing pole as he comes up wearing nothing but his underwear. The bright pale pink trunks do nothing to hide his assets which are clearly defined in the wet cloth sticking to Gino’s hanging genitals.

Marco whistles saying “You are making it easy for me when I get you.” His smile is wide, and his eyes lighter than both of his sons reminding Gino of chestnuts mixed with a wicked gleam.

“Then make it even. Join me” Gino says falling backwards in the water with a splash.

Hesitating only for a moment, Marco joins his son but he keeps his shorts on.

“No fair” says Gino swimming up to him and giving him a playful push.

“I was never planning on being fair” Marco counters and dives under the water.

The pair of them are in waist deep water and once Marco goes under a cloud of sand rushes up, hiding his father. “Oh no, you don’t!” Gino yells, laughter in his voice as he pushes backwards kicking out with his feet to get away. He swims out, using long strokes. Gino used to swim like Jayden, but lost interest in the sport but he is still a strong swimmer but Marco has a head start and when fingers curl around Gino’s ballsack all he can do is yelp before being pulled under.

“No, not that—balls!” Gino spats coming up for one more breath of air, before his eventual descent. Trying to fight the maneuver, Gino swims straight up but his father has him good. Marco’s fingers plunge into his son’s nutbag with efficient precision targeting the central massive cores of his son’s manhood and Gino can’t seem to escape his grasp. Pain guts Gino instantly at his father’s nutclaw. Marco managed to get both in one grasp, the explosion of pain heightens Gino’s senses as the fingers curve and plunge deeper into his balls. Gino opens his eyes underwater watching the shimmering light overhead, a small stream of bubbles escaping from his lips and the swirl of golden sand flakes swirling around him and his father that he spots below.

Gino pivots to try and kick out at his father but as he does Marco twists his nuts and he freezes up blanching at the excruciating squeeze. Gino’s mouth goes dry under water and he squeezes his hands into fists as Marco’s thumb stabs deep into his right ball gutting the tender flesh. Feeling his guts twist in his stomach, Gino tries not to open his mouth to scream. When his feet his bottom Marco yanks him once again toward him and his father smiles as he crushes his son’s balls. Gino puts up his hands underwater in a surrendering gesture just as Marco lets him go.

Surfacing with a gasp, followed by coughing Gino swims, and stumbles to shore.

Falling on all fours he expels lake water that Gino managed to take in and he gasps sucking in air filling his chest to capacity over and over, trying to regain a sense of full lungs.

“You…mother fucking dick…” Gino spits again reaching underneath for his balls but a hard wet crack along his pelvis sends him to the sand. Marco’s foot slams into Gino’s balls in a stomp right after the kick, his toes landing on Gino’s squishy nuts hard thrust of his leg.

Gino hollers at the top of his lungs, mouth open wide as Marco’s foot digs deep, pressing his nuts further into the sandbar and crushing his gonads under his foot. Marco grinds his foot into his son’s manhood and can’t help but think back on his days when he was younger busting balls.

“Remember…it was you who challenged me, son.”

Gasping Gino manages to say “My balls! OOooooo no….please…my balls!”

His father’s foot hammer down again, another stomp that causes Gino’s eyes to roll to the back of his skull as he grits his teeth. The mounting pressure between his legs leaves Gino feeling empty and used up. Gino can’t believe that his own Dad is owning him so badly. He barely has this thought when Marco’s toes curl and smoosh his testicles further. Gino barely looks over his shoulder, at his wide spread legs, one leg pressed out wide and spots his underwear bulge squished down and almost flat against the beach.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuugh!” Gino moans, his fingers digging into the sand as his body trembles. Laying still on the sand Gino does not move an inch, he physically can’t. A low groan comes from between his parted lips as he slips one hand to his abdomen saying “OOOOooooo I….nnnnnnnnng…I’m gonna be sick…Dad…stop…my balls….oh god.”

“Son…I’m barely touching them” Marco says laughing.

“….it hurts so bad…..they’re in my stomach…” Gino whines, his face a mask of pain as he pounds the sand with one fist.

Marco’s grin widens as he informs Gino “I can confirm that your balls are still in your scrotum…I’m stepping on them. Right now!”

“I can’t take…much more!” Gino rasps as he tries to push himself up and off the sand, his arms tremble and he drops back to the sand his face slamming once more against the hot hard ground.

Taking his foot off his son’s groin, Marco allows him to curl up into a ball.

“God…”

Marco shrugs but heads over to one of the fishing poles, he noticed something tugging on the line and refocuses on the main task at hand, leaving Gino alone to hold his nuts and protect what is left in his nutbag.

Gino felt woozy from the hard stomps and kick to his balls, so much so that he barely moves not that he is on the ground. Disoriented, Gino feels sick to his stomach and rocked to his core. Helpless now on the beach he moans and feels like he is dying even though he isn’t.

Breathing slowly, Gino closes his eyes for a moment and clutches his wounded privates. He stayed that way for almost ten minutes, which was enough time for Marco to bring in his catch and release the fish back into the pond. Marco just fit the new bait on and launched the line overhead when Gino stands up, a determined expression on his face.

“That…won’t happen again.”

Marco winks at him and grabs his shoulder smiling, “I got you good today son. You have to admit it.”

Gino shrugs off his Dad’s embrace, eyes narrowing. “You made me mad, and when I get you…you will really regret it now. I’m going hard.”

Marco shrugs “It seems like to me that you leave yourself open a lot. You need to learn how to protect the family jewels son. No wonder why when you wrestle you usually lose.”

Anger flares in Gino and he lunges for his Dad echoing just before he moved “I’m gonna nail your balls to the wall!”

Marco steps backwards, and Gino lurches at the air and spins around to try again finding Marco already arching up his foot and he seizes up as the impact slamming up and between Gino’s barely opened thighs.

Gino’s eyes went wide from the sudden impact and pressure below the belt. The wet underwear held his junk in place and the splat sound could not be overlooked as Marco’s toes nailed his groin. Gino gasps and bends over, leaning into his father for fear that he would fall over. The pain is so sudden and brutal, no more kids gloves from his father. Gino’s testicles keep getting nailed over and over, and the pain reaches down deeper and deeper into his very staple of his manhood.  Gino leans fully against his father, his full weight on him for a few moments as his eyes drop and the full pain of the move rings throughout his body.

“You see? You left yourself open again son…and this is what happened.”

Marco raises his knee up and hammers it deep into Gino’s groin, flattening everything in a horrid crunch.

Gino squeals, and feels himself slip down landing on his knees, prone in front of his old man, utterly shattered. Trying to push through the sludgy pain that bursts from his twins, Gino glances up at his father’s smiling face as his own puckers with sickness. The color drains from his face, his balls feels swollen and puffy. The weakness between his legs causes Gino to groan once again but he does not fall over…not yet.

“Oh my god…” Gino whimpers.

Marco places his hands on his hips, puffing up his chest and bouncing his pectorals at his son.

“Father knows best Gino, now you know. Never challenge your old man…he plays to win.”

Gino grabs Marco’s leg, and with narrow hurt filled eyes rears back his fist “It’s you that should fear—me!”

Marco’s foot was already moving as Gino let go of his protective grip. Gino’s on his knees, his hanging sack is wide open and Marco does not hesitate to strike. The flat of his foot hits his son hard, another loud crack echoes over the lake. Gino’s mouth falls open wide with shock.

“AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! OOOOOOoooooo…..ugggggggggggggghhhhhh…Not again! My baaallllllllls!”

Gino feels the pain scream up again as the kick lands, his eyes bulging from the blow. His balls shake around his sack until they are squished right up against his ass crack, sending shockwaves throughout his lower body. The pain inside him tightens, and spikes as Marco’s foot carves into his sensitive nuts. Gino’s legs snap together like a trap and he trembles sideways before falling over, the pain reaching up into his navel as explosive waves flood his insides right from the hard knock in his balls.

“OOOOoooo man….you….uuuuuughhh!”

“You lose son. Now you know that you should never mess with your father…but if you need to learn this again. I’ll be here.”

Marco turns purposefully away from Gino after he takes a photo on his phone to save, and heads back over to his fishing pole. He kicks back in his seat against a tree content to enjoy the sounds of his son moaning and the warm sunshine warming his body.

“Ooooohh fuck….fuck….fu….fuck.” Gino moans as his eyes water. His mind swirled of thoughts like ‘Oh God…not my balls….not my balls…ooooooh….my balls…’ but he kept those to himself not wanting to give his Dad the satisfaction of knowing how good he got him.

Gino lay on his side, both hands between his legs clutching at his wet underwear pouch and the direct source of all this misery. Moaning in continuous pain that he couldn’t avoid letting out, Gino tries to shift his legs to keep the pain from overwhelming him, but failing to find a comfortable spot or relieving his nuts even a little bit. Gino croaks like frog the pain absolute, and astounding.

“Oooooooo my baaaaallllsss…Dad, you…you…” Gino moans, his voice sounding sick and deep. A weak whine permeates the air.

A few more minutes pass by before Gino livens up, just a bit.

“That…was…a good one, Dad” Gino finally admits, as curls up more and moans.

“Hurts doesn’t it?” his Dad asks knowingly.

“I…yes.” Gino almost chokes on the admission. “It does.”

Rolling onto his back Gino closes his eyes, hands still clutching his goods as his breath evens out and he stays on the ground for a long time.

Finally Gino rejoins his Dad, sitting next to him carefully.

Marco smiles at him once and says “Game over?”

“Yeah” Gino says, “You won.”

Marco puts one hand over his sons shoulder and gives a little squeeze. “Maybe you can win…next time.”

Gino tenses, “Ummm…I’m good.”

The two laugh going back to fishing, and don’t leave until the sun goes down swallowing them in feint reds and orange hues.

The walk back is quicker than the walk in, most of the people at the lake have left.

 

When they get back to the truck, Marco says “Winner get to drive.”

Gino nods, teeth gritted and not saying anything.

“I’ll take your brother out here next weekend…I want one more picture.”

“You took a picture?”

“A victory photo,” Marco corrects. “Now I need just one more.”

“Jayden will never hit you though, he’s…he’s got too much integrity to do that to you, Dad. It’s not a fair fight.”

Marco smile widens “I know.”

The truck purrs to life and he buckles up. “But that’s not going to stop me from having the perfect shot anyways.”

Gino’s mind swims, and he fondles his nuts in his shorts. T-shirt is back on too, it gets colder by the water.

“What day are you planning on going?” Gino asks.

“Saturday…but you are not invited.”

 Looking out into the distance Gino says “I wouldn’t dream of coming…but I can guarantee you one thing Dad.”

Marco looks at him out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

Gino grins “You will be hobbling to that truck and unable to lift up either of your legs because I am going to be beating your old man balls up all week long up until Saturday…they will be as big as mine after they bloat up.” Gino gives his bag a shake. “They will be this big.”

“You can try, son…you can try.”

 

 

 

~End