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.
