Snapshot Jetski Fun? by Jimmy

 

Snapshot: Jet ski

By Jimmy

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“This is going to be fun, you’re going to love it!”

The boy stared at his father, arms crossed over his chest with a defiant look in his solidly brown eyes.

“Get on the jet ski,” his Dad said.

“No.”

The Dad rolled his eyes and sighed. “You loved this last year, now get to it.”

The boy’s father gave him a tiny shove at his back making the boy stumble a few feet towards the edge of the dock. The boy spun around and glared at his Dad, arms rigged and fists clenched.

“You can’t make me!”

The Dad laughed, and ruffled his son’s hair. “Come on Gino,” Marco encouraged. “You’ll be embarrassed when Jayden gets on his.”

Gino’s eyes narrowed to slits and he pointedly turned his head in the other direction.

Exasperated and annoyed, Marco seized Gino under the armpits and picked up his son. Immediately Gino started to thrash and it was all Marco could do not to drop him as he fought him.

“Gino, stop it!” Marco said, his voice getting a sharp pleading sound at the end that he detested.

If anything, this made Gino fight all the harder until he locked eyes with his father and swung his foot outward. “Can’t make me!” Gino said as his foot connected deep into his father’s sweatpants bulge.

Marco gasped, and slowly lowered Gino to the ground, clamping his lips shut and trying not to groan out loud while his balls, his tiny nuggets throbbed in his ballsac.

Gino laughed and pointed at his Dad’s crotch, “Gotcha!”

Marco’s knees, wobbled and as he dropped to his knees, Jayden skipping up to meet his brother wincing as he stared at his father. “Daddy got an ouchie?” the youngster asked.

“Nothing you have to worry about bro, let’s try out the Jet Ski,” said Gino taking Jayden’s hand grimy with wet sand from making sand castles pulling him towards the purring machine.

“Okay!” said Jayden who climbed up behind his big brother and looked backwards at their Dad. “He going to be okay?” Jayden asked again.

“He’ll be fine,” Gino laughed. “Can’t hurt to get hit in the nuts too badly when you are that small.”

“Huh?” Jayden asked, wrapping his thin arms around his brother’s waist.

Laughing again, Gino said “Tell you when you are older.”

“Wait,” gasped Marco trying to climb back to his feet his balls feeling like they just got scrambled. “You don’t know how…”

Marco’s words trailed off as Gino blew a raspberry in his direction and took off covering his father in sea water as they flew across the open water.

“Oh shit,” Marco moaned holding his balls and sinking back to his knees. “I’m going to be in so much trouble when my wife finds out.”

Marco closed his eyes, his son’s laughter still ringing in his ears as the motor of the Jet Ski gets further out of his reach.