Jimmy's Found Video's #91

 Jimmy’s Found        

          Video’s #91

Dear Ballbusting Boys Friends,

 

It's been a bit! Sorry about that guys.

 

~Jimmy

 

1). A group of the best nutshots from Shane and his friends!

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.

The Long and Awaited Revenge of Gino Gomez written by Jimmy

 

The Long and Awaited Revenge of Gino Gomez

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Hi everyone,

Here is the first of four stories staring the one and only Gino. I took this idea right from all of you and developed it into a little eighteen page story. Enjoy guys.

Jimmy

Jayden had forgiven Sam Hell, aka the Devil Boy. 

 

Floored, and unable to speak when Jayden explains for a third time to his older brother “I’ve moved past it, Gino. I’ve forgiven him.” 

 

“He tortured you!” Gino roars finally finding his voice. The words boom like thunder in Jayden’s smaller bedroom, the tiniest of all three in their very modest home. 

 

“Quiet down!” Can be heard through the walls from their father Marco Gomez. “For crying out loud they are always yelling about something…”

 

“Shhh sweetheart, you know how passionate Gino is about his younger brother. Just let the boys be.”

 

Gino’s ears turned pink, but it’s mostly unnoticeable as his face is redder than a tomato as he marches back and forth across Jayden’s room fuming. 

 

Trying his best to keep his tempter in check Gino says “You’ve forgiven Chase—” Gino ticks off a finger.

 

“He’s my boyfriend…” Jayden barely gets his words heard over the grinding of Gino’s teeth.

 

“Now Sam Hell! The satin spawn himself!” Gino fumes ticking off a second finger.

 

Turning and trying to temper his rage Gino counters “You must have forgiven Bill too! And what’s his name…the dickhead over at the other school…Doug!” Gino ticks off two more fingers, showing Jayden four fingers very close to his face.

 

Jayden calming stands up resting his hands on his older brother’s shoulders firmly, his eyes dark and unreadable between his dark lashes says “That’s different, and…we went through something that…brought us together. I’m not sure Bill will ever get over being mad at me, and Doug and I are have never been friends, and that’s not going to change. Sam’s different…he’s had a rough life.”

 

“So. Have. You.”

 

Each word Gino punctuates by pressing his index finger into Jayden’s chest. “And it’s mostly because of Chase and Sam I might add!” 

 

Jayden smiles weakly “Water under the bridge.”

The Results in!

 

Poll

Overwhelming when presented with two choice the results were super clear. I am looking forward to giving Gino Gomez, some love and attention with four stories with him taking center stage!

If you have ideas with Gino as the lead, please feel free to share. I am hoping to have the first one out next Friday!

 

 

Jimmy

Tie!

 

Poll

 

We have a tie! With 43 votes there is a tie between Gino and Sam Hell, aka The Devil Boy. Here is a new poll between the final two candidates!

https://take.supersurvey.com/results5290427x949689CC-159?s=res (Results)

 

Poll: Which Character Should get to be the next star in the Gino and Jayden Universe?

 

Dear Ballbusting Community,

The poll will be open until Tuesday, October 8th.

https://take.supersurvey.com/poll5290427x949689CC-159

Chase just received four stories in which he got to star in...who is next? You get to decide!

Happy Voting.

Jimmy

Accidents Happen by Jimmy

 

Accidents Happen

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Eager, and inpatient Chase tests out the cuffs on his wrists. They feel good locking into place above his head. Restrained, Chase tugs. The muscles strain in an attempt to free himself, the curves of his biceps tense as he tests the new set-up. No matter how he pulls, and wiggles there is no give besides from the slight movement of the chains of above, and the sharp click of the metal links clanging against each other. 

 

“Perfection.”

 

Chase smiles up and then moves his key between his fingers and slowly lowering it into the lock. He misses the first time, but is patient as he readjusts the small metal piece. The tip slides in and Chase’s Cheshire Cat grin widens, all his teeth showing as he slowly and purposely twists the key. 

 

A bang downstairs causes him to freeze, and Chase twists his neck as his blue eyes sharpen towards the sound. Chase’s clever blue eyes point at his open doorway hoping that was Esmeralda already left for the day with the closing of the door and not coming back upstairs to clean something else. He forgot that she was still here, but the soft padding of socked feet on the stairs tells Chase that this is a much larger human triggering his ears to familiar pattern of foot falls. Chase knows those footsteps: it’s Logan. 

 

Not wanting to be caught he turns back, and flinches as his sweaty palm slips its grip on the tiny back of the key and watches helplessly as he strains in his binds as the key drops. He reaches once to catch the glimmer of metal but he is too slow. It seems to take a moment as the thin silver key is lost between his legs. It clicks regretfully on the wooden beams and stares up at him unhelpfully.

 

“Shiiiit” Chase curses, louder than he wanted to. His frustration and he hormones overwhelming his intelligence to test out the new and latest toys. 

Shak Attack! written by Jimmy

 

   

   SharkAttack

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 

“I hate this game” Bill complains loudly to everyone that could hear.

“Everyone loves my games!” Chase’s indignation causes a ripple of laughter to hit the gathered swim team. “Now get in the water, it’s time to play.”

Bill looks nervous as he slowly lowers his slim body into the pool. Dressed in only the standard Midtown swimsuit, Bill disappears into the water, swimming neatly underwater never surfacing until he reaches the center of the pool. Surfacing, Bill takes in a deep breath, hanging in the center of the schools swimming pool his legs working to keep him above the water line. Blinking hurriedly he looks around the pool as the boys fan out each in their designated position.

This game is a recent entry. It’s called Shark Attack. The game is supposed to help his team keep up in the pool not going below their best time. The teammate that performed the worst was Bill. Bill is one of the smallest swimmers on the swim team, which makes him usually one of the fastest. Recently though, his time has been getting worse and now Bill is going to suffer for it.

“On my whistle” Chase says, a hungry look in his blue eyes as he meets Bill’s watery gaze. The young lad gulps as the whistle goes off in Chase’s mouth, the plastic piece shooting out of his mouth as he dives. Chase hears similar splashes from Aldo, Leroy and Shane.

Once in the water Chase is torpedoing towards Bill, who must count to ten before trying to escape the sharks. If caught, each shark will “bite” the victim, but the bites are always low blows. Tentative, targeted blows to the groin. Every shark getting a turn turning into a shark frenzy. The game lasts until every shark has had their turn, some can take more than one but every shark must “bite” for the game to be over. Chase itches to get there first, he wants to pound Bill’s little walnut scrotum in with a fist. He plans on surfacing Bill’s body to get the perfect swing in. Deliciously he imagines Bill’s shudder, the tremor and the feel of his rasinetes under his knuckles.

Self-Defense Nightmare written by Jimmy

 

Self-Defense Nightmare

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Today’s the day.

Max and Rex are proud of Chase DiPiertro, and went to support him in claiming his new karate belt, but in Chase’s car on the way over they most ragged on the sixteen year old.

“I didn’t think kids over ten even did karate!” Max says, already laughing.

“Of course they do dummy, how else do people become masters. They nerd it up!”

 Chase laughs good naturedly along with the twins, “Alright, alright! I get it, I’m old, a nerd but this guy knows how to kick ass now. I finally decided that I would keep my big balls safe, and now I can.”

Rex and Max share a look before both of them stifle their giggles by putting their fists in their mouths.

“Yeah, right!” Max laughs. “I bet that he gets his ass handed to him today, and starts crying and saying shit like ‘My big balls, aww no not my big ones!’”

Rex bursts out laughing, tears streaming down his face “Biggest…balls in the room!”

Max is leaning against the window sobbing with happy tears and when Chase pulls into a parking space he is quite happy to leave the two of them and go change.

Chase ignores his aggravation at his friend’s words and tries to take big calming breathes as he slips out of his ribbed tank top and shorts. Turning to look in the mirror, Chase admires his reflection. He’s the only one in the small dojo locker room and eyeing his muscles starts to flex a bit.

At sixteen Chase is in pique perfection. Chase’s abs flex as he sucks in his stomach counting each one and delights when he gets to eight. He’s been on a role recently and beaten every opponent from the karate dojo and his friends around him. He is most happiest about how he handled Junior the other day, and rubs at his groin thinking about how sweet it was to bust his balls so well-handedly.

Chase lifts his arms ups to flex again, when all the lights turns off.

“What the hell?”

"Hey, that's my ball!" written by Jimmy

“Hey, that’s my ball!”

 

by Jimmy

 

Chase was bored.

His boyfriend was busy.

Adam was busy.

His friends Max and Rex were busy.

Even Logan was busy.

Alone and shirtless on his trampoline, he dries off from sitting in the sun which feels great on his skin. Closing his eyes, he is about to drift off into sleep when a ball swooshes overhead and lands inside the trampoline.

Blinking, Chase quickly sits up. The bright sunlight blinds him for a moment as he spots Caleb and Junior searching for their missing ball.

“I think that it went over there.”

“I’ll get it.”

Junior hopes the fence landing on all fours, his soft blue eyes searching as he raises one arm to block the sunlight. Through his cupped palm Junior turns this way and that giving Chase a chance to take in Junior’s form. He’s wearing basketball shorts and nothing else. Drenched in sweat, Junior is breathing hard mouth slightly ajar and Chase thinks ‘Huh, not bad. Jayden was right. He is filling out nicely, gearing up for his wrestling tryouts.’

Chase clears his throat and stands up, Junior’s attention is pulled towards him and Junior can’t help buy eye the Midtown swimmers build, the big pecs, the specular abs and the thick legs as he leans against the mesh lining the trampoline.

“This yours?” Chase shakes the yellow ball like a stolen diamond.

“Yeah, it’s mine.”

Chase raises one eyebrow feeling a bit frisky, “Come get it then.”