Happy Birthday, Marco! written by Jimmy

 

Happy Birthday, Marco!

 

written by Jimmy

 

Jayden’s hands were deep in the soapy sink water, up to his elbows gazing his muddy brown eyes gazing out into his small yard thinking about the end of the school year that has just passed and his summer.

Not paying attention to his surroundings, Jayden didn’t notice his brother getting closer to him until he yells “Think fast!” Gino smirks, giving Jayden a sack-tap as he scrubs away at a pile of dirty dishes.

Jayden winces and grabs his crotch - leaving a soapy handprint on his shorts dripping water on the tiles between his feet. “Ugh, what the hell?” he grunts as he tends to his nuggets.

“Just a reminder Jayden, it’s Dad’s birthday tonight! Don’t forget, it’s the some fancy place, so we’re supposed to be dress nice and be on our best behavior!” Gino smirks, as he ruffles Jayden’s hair. “And you know that I never am.” He retreats to his bedroom to change.

Jayden breathes out a huge sigh of relief.  With family around he was sure Gino wouldn’t be busting him tonight. Quickly dressing in black dress slacks and a white button-up he begins to sweat almost immediately as he waits for his brother to finish getting ready. Their one AC unit stopped working a few days ago, leaving Jayden wishing that he had central air like his boyfriend Chase.

Gino dressed similarly to his younger brother, but sporting a sport jacket also looking rather warm. 

“Let’s hit the road, bro! Get in, Jayden.” Gino chuckles and cracked her knuckles into Jayden’s groin as they left out the front door. Jayden stumbles in the doorway, halfway leaning against the edge of the frame holding his goods. His sack was still sore from the earlier nut tap, and this one left a larger impression on him

Honking the horn behind the wheel, Gino calls out “Come on bro, I didn’t hit you that hard.”

Grimacing Jayden moves carefully down the stairs, still cautiously holding tightly to the dull throbbing in his cupped palm. Twice his brother has nailed him, and Jayden warily gets in the passenger seat.

“No more, Gino…okay?”

Gino only smiles slyly, his dark brown eyes flicking to Jayden. He blows a kiss his way, but says nothing more as he starts the drive to meet their parents.

“Mom got lucky and won a gift card.” Gino explains as they head into the city of Bartlet center. “This is going to be fun.”

Jayden tends to agree, as long as he can stay away from his brother’s reach.

The drive is mostly uneventful. Gino concentrating on driving, and Jayden texting with Chase. There is not a lot of traffic on this Tuesday evening, and it does not take them very long to get there and find a perfect spot in front of the doors to the restaurant.

The siblings arrive at the fancy restaurant, marveling at the place that neither have been with their folks. Their family could no way afford a meal here without that gift card that their mom scored.

“My boys!” Jayden and Gino’s Mom grasps them, squeezing her sons in a tight embrace, despite the fact that she sees them daily but her eyes dance approvingly on their outfits and ushers them to sit down at the wide center table.

“It’s this place, marvelous!” She continued as the kids took their seats in a candle lit booth. Gino on one side next to his mother, with Jayden across from him.

Marco was absent for a bit as the family made casual small talk as they looked over the menus, he joined a few minutes later sitting down next to Jayden.

“The birthday boy is here!” jokes Gino. Jayden smiles at his father and gives him a hug.

“Happy birthday, Dad.”

“Happy you two could make it. I know how busy you boys are now that you are older.”

Gino scoffs “Never too old to celebrate you, Pops.”

Jayden nods his head in agreement.

“So Jayden, how’s the new team going? Gino gonna make the cut?” Marco asks.

“Yeah bro? Am I in?” Gino says, a twinkle in his eyes, as he smiles across the candlelit table, dark shadows playing on his face.

“I don’t see why not!” Jayden’s mom, nods at him approvingly.

“Yeah, of course. I always watch out for a Gomez.” Jayden answers back, chuckling along nervously as the waiter arrived, saving him from the conversation.

“For the young gentleman?” the waiter gestures to Jayden.

“I’ll have the penne pasta with cheese…and can I add the chicken?”

The waiter nods, finishing with his order and moving on to Gino.

Jayden looks down to see Gino socked foot pressed firmly into his crotch of his slick dress pants, the heel pressed firmly into the crotch. He shot a confused look at Gino as he pretends to be more interested in the menu as his foot moves further against Jayden’s groin.

“Hmmm… I think I want....” Gino’s voice trails off as he playfully presses his foot into Jayden’s crotch a little harder.

Jayden jolts in his seat again—this time making the table rattle and the water glasses wobble.

“You alright there, Jayden?” Gino turns to his brother, giving him his full attention as he tries his best to sound totally sincere and caring.

“All good! Uh- I just have the hiccups!” Jayden clears his throat trying to steady his voice.

Marco pats his back a few times, before draping one arm casually over one shoulder. “You must be excited about all the good food.”

Jayden nods, trying to remain calm with Gino’s foot between his thighs.

“Drink some water that always fixes it!” Gino chimes in, handing him a glass and as he does so, his foot slides even further into his younger brother.

“Right...t—thanks, bro” Jayden tries to smile even with Gino’s foot plowing into him.

As Jayden brings it to his lips, Gino jams his heel down harder into Jayden’s bulge. This time he grinds his thick heel, trapping Jayden’s balls against the wooden seat, giving Jayden’s soft extremities nowhere to go.

Jayden snorts as he gets water up his nose, sputtering and sending water droplets flying all over the table. He coughs loudly, face flushing.

“Damn man…it’s like you forgot how to drink water!” Gino scoffs with a devilish smirk. “Maybe we should send him to the kids table.

Marco is handing Jayden a napkin, and telling him “Easy, Jayden. No need to rush.” He takes his sons water glass away and refills it with the pitcher.

“My poor baby!” Jayden’s Mom looks on worriedly as Gino places in his order and the waiter leaves the table.

While the Gomez family waited on their food, they chat on quietly, but Jayden is having a hard time focusing on any of the conversation topics. He is painfully aware that Gino’s foot still planted firmly into his lap digging into his soft bits, and not giving him a moment of reprieve.

“Okay, I’m gonna head to the can” says Marco, standing up and pushing his white napkin to his seat. The white tablecloth drapes down low over Jayden’s lap, preventing his father from witnessing the fun happening underneath.

“I should as well, be back in a moment!” Gino and Jayden’s parents leave the table, leaving the boys alone momentarily.

Jayden smiles politely, watching his parents disappear, and as soon as they are out of eyeshot Jayden scowls at his older brother. He takes Gino’s foot and flings it off his lap and grabs his balls.

“What the fuck, Gino? Are you crazy?” Jayden huffs in an angry hushed tone, he does not want anyone to overhear him as he lets out a soft moan as he prods his balls, which seem squishier than normal.

“What? Can’t take the heat captain?” Gino smiles. Jayden tries to shoot his own foot across the table, but finds the wideness of the round table preventing him from doing much more than briefly touching Gino’s knees.

“I want a little entertainment while I am trapped at the table, and nothing is more fun than busting your balls!” Gino smiles widely, and casually adds. “You missed short-stuffed, too bad you are still too short. Oh well…looks like it’s up to me to keep things interesting.”

“Knock it off okay! Not here, not now. Not with Mom and Dad around!” Jayden spat. “Remember if Dad finds out, he will want to join in on the ‘fun,’” Jayden says using air quotes with his fingers. Especially cause it’s his birthday and all.”  

Gino seems to think, and Jayden resting both hands flat on the table looks over at him thoughtfully trying to implore him reasonably.

“We can even play later if you want to…just not in front of Mom and Dad.”

Jayden bites his bottom lip, hope rising in him as Gino casually shoots his foot forward again, kicking Jayden in the groin again. Gino bares toes connect perfectly against Jayden’s loosely hanging nuts. Jayden’s eyes widen in alarm, and he bends over his hands trying to get Gino’s foot out from between his legs, as he attempts to protect his valuables.

This was a much harder hit, and he caught Jayden off guard only adding to the painful surprise. Gino is still mashing his foot against Jayden’s pelvis pinning his boys in place. Heat rises between Jayden’s legs, his stomach twists and he coughs again, one hand banging slightly on the table as he rests his head against the cool tablecloth.

“No…more, Gino st—stop my nuts…ooooooouuuugh!”

Gino feels his brother’s two squishy nuggets crunching under his foot and he twists his toes in deeper feeling Jayden’s body giving in and his back pressed right up against the wooden back of the chair, unable to get away as he digs in deeper.

The pressure left Jayden straining in his seat - pressing hard against the back of the chair, which was positioned against the wall. His balls were trapped under Gino’s foot with nowhere to go. He scrunches his face in horror and squeezes his eyes closed as Jayden struggles to suppress his pain filled squeaks from escaping between his gritted teeth.

Jayden moves his hands down to his lap, looking up pleadingly with his dark, almost black eyes as his older brother’s powerful foot hammers away at his resistance and he desperately tries to remove the foot, and pry away the toes curling around his left testicle. Gino only pressures harder into Jayden’s groin as he fights his brother off. Nothing seems to make Gino want to give his brother an inch, than him fighting back.

“Best behavior dear brother…now relax and enjoy this, test of wills.” Gino whispers with a maniacal look on his handsome face.

Jayden balls up his left fist and bit into skin, preventing a yell of pure agony from coming out. Drool slides down his wrist and Gino seems to devour the moment in his watchful gaze. Jayden just barely manages to prevent another chortle of pain and moans instead against his fist.

Suddenly, the pressure against Jayden’s trapped testicles is gone in an instant. Jayden just manages to unclench his eyes and wipe his mouth as he eyes his parents coming back to the table, hand-in-hand from the bathroom as they approach the table once again.

“Ugh! No food yet?!” Marco grumbles, as plops down next to Jayden, but not before giving his wife’s fingers a gentle squeeze.

“No- Not yet…” Jayden’s voice sounds a few octaves too high, and he clears his throat before anyone might notice.

Dinner was absolute torture. All Jayden could think about was his brother’s foot waiting to strike at any given moment. The anticipation was killing him, but much to his own embarrassment—it was exciting him too. Jayden had a hardon and he curses himself from having especially right next to his Dad, whose leg is almost pressed right up against his own. Their chairs were so close together in this overly cramped expensive restaurant.

Marco directs the conversation back to Jayden, asking about his summer plan and if he will have any time for fun now that both swimming and wrestling were going full swing.

As Jayden opens his mouth to speak, Gino struck again. He slithers his firm heel forward, knocking against Jayden’s shin and he knew what was coming. 

Gino saw a flash of fear wash over Jayden’s boyish face, but only for only a second. ‘Jayden is a good faker,’ Gino thinks as his foot slides up Jayden’s thigh, inching along his inseam and slithers up to his crotch just resting against Jayden’s boyhood and wiggling his toes when Gino makes the landing.  

Jayden gets flustered a bit, and a little tongue tied “I’m trying to…to…work out—the schedule and also, um….ah…make sure that…that…yeah. That everything is…good.” Jayden’s words kind of run together as he speaks, and he appears jumpy and nervous. His parents looks at him a little puzzled, not sure why their youngest, usual eloquently spoken son is not himself.

“You must be hungry” his mom says, interrupting him.

“Yeah, me too” Marco pats his belly and then Jayden, whose stomach let out a small gurgle. “I’m sure that dinner will be here soon, after they are done milking the cows and squishing the tomatoes into a sauce.

“Oh stop it” Jayden’s mom giggles, her eyes are on Marco’s and the warmth and love penetrate the table as the two make googly eyes at each other

Ignoring them, Gino just continues his psychological torture by tapping his toes against Jayden’s bulge - taunting him with the anticipation of another strike. Jayden’s erection is curved upwards and Gino toys with it with his big toe, batting it slightly like a cat would with a new toy.

Mercifully, the conversation moved away from Jayden and he let out a small sigh of relief. He wasn’t even listening to the rest of his family talk, he just stares down at white tablecloth that jumps and bumps underneath as Gino continually rests his big foot in his lap, tapping lazily against his manhood.

Jayden dreams of grabbing Gino’s foot and slamming it to the ground… but he somehow shows restraint. Not even daring to put his hands below the table, lest he raise suspicions or set Gino off. His older brother has a vicious streak that he does not want to engage with.

Jayden balls up his fists, clutching the tablecloth. His family talks on and on, paying little attention to him as he squirms in discomfort. The constant tapping of Gino’s foot against his tender man-bits is starting to get to him. His cock began to leak in his pleated dress pants - slowly twitching to life with every poke.

‘Please… not right now…’ Jayden thinks to himself as he tries to conjure up the un-sexiest mental images he could think of - still, nothing is working.

By the time the food arrived, Jayden is sporting a raging hard on. Jayden’s large cock is almost pressing against the underside of the wooden table. Jayden hopes that Marco’s attention never drifts to the white table cloth below as Jayden’s pecker is pointing up rather noticeably. He draped a napkin across his lap, trying to add another obstruction to his groin and Gino’s foot toying with his hardened member…but the tent in his pants does not seem to be going anywhere anytime fast.

Still it only grew, straining against the black fabric of his dress pants - aching in anticipation of another bust. His cock is betraying him, standing tall like it is saluting Gino’s powerful manipulations of his goods. 

Jayden snaps back to reality as a beautiful steaming pasta plate with breaded chicken is placed in front of him. His mouth waters at the sight and his stomach rumbles. He anxiously cut up his chicken as Marco chimes in “Finally!” and everyone gathered around the round table begins to eat..

As Jayden brings the first bite of juicy, chicken to his mouth, speared with penne pasta, a bit dribbles onto his shirt, just as Gino presses his foot down hard on his ballsack. Gino manages to pinch the orbs against the seat once more, his toes wiggling superiority as he bares down into Jayden’s trapped nuts. Jayden’s plums get flatter and flatter as Gino works his foot into his younger brother’s groin, treating his foot like a rolling pin kneading dough.

“Mmm- so good!” Jayden coughs, trying to mask his groans of pain.

“Ooh! That does look good!” Gino says giddy as he leans forward and picked at his plate with his fork - adding extra pressure to his stomp below the table.

“Lemme try that too!” Marco also grabs a piece with his fork as he taps Jayden’s back again. “It’s like you have forgotten how to eat. I mean—this wait has been awful but it’s not worth choking on your food, Jayden.” 

Gino’s eyes lit up as their father zero in on Jayden’s plate too. Jayden wiggles his toes in as hard as he can, wondering if he could make his brother scream out loud in the middle of this super fancy restaurant. He knows exactly how much Jayden would hate that.

Jayden’s balls felt almost completely flat under his brother’s foot and he is sure any more pressure would make him scream.

“H—hey! Eat your own food.” Jayden battles away the forks coming in for a second swipe, as he tries to regain control despite, the battlefield happening between his thighs.

Marco laughs and tickles his son’s belly just above his navel, making Jayden giggle and groan. “You never could share properly.” Marco scolds.

“Be nice, Marco…he’s starving. It’s all that extra practice, he works too hard.” Jayden tries to smile warily to his mother coming to his rescue, but pauses as Gino’s foot drags his balls to the lip of the chair and press them against the hardened edge giving him even more control to warp his balls. Jayden nearly screams as his eyes widen in full alarm turning to look at his devious older brother who happily chews on his stolen chicken.

Jayden’s voice is shaky and he keeps wincing involuntarily, no matter how hard he tries to keep a poker face. “Let’s just…e—eat…our ah…food!”

Gino blurts out a deep laugh, and tries to slow down his ballbusting. He doesn’t want to lose control over how Jayden reacts too quickly. Easing his grinding foot, he allows Jayden’s nuts to retreat in his scrotum so that they are flush against his cock, more than likely attempting to hide as Gino places his foot over them, just allowing the weight of foot to keep Jayden on his toes for what he is about to do next.

 Marco and his mom agree and look down to dig in, and Jayden noticing his parents elsewhere mouths to Gino “No more” with his muddy brown puppy dog eyes.

Gino only grins in response, and Jayden hopes for the best he reaches down for another bite of pasta this time, but Gino stabs into his toes with a wicked toe kick. The sharpness of the blow in his tender nutsack. 

With every bite, Gino thrusts his bare foot back into Jayden’s groin. Somewhere along the way, Gino manages to pull off his sock. His aim is perfect, bashing Jayden’s balls or his swollen member with every blow. Sometimes he would get lucky and catch all three in one blow.

Gino didn’t want him to enjoy a single bite of the delicious meal he’d been looking forward to. The constant busting left Jayden’s stomach cramping and in knots, as his legs squirmed underneath the table. Everything below the waist felt mushy to Jayden, despite his rock hard erection that seems to be drenching his underneath and now the outside of his black trousers. At least he wore the right color to hide the growing stain of his pre-cum wetting his pants.

Jayden is trying to catch his breath, nothing mattered to him more than his groin and Gino’s foot pausing, giving him a small reprieve. He takes a breath, and sighs as Gino’s socked foot slides up his erection, curving at his crown and grasping his tip. Jayden’s eyes lock on Gino’s and his brother winks but not before giving his knob a gentle tug.

“Uuugh” Jayden moans quietly as he can.

Without warning, Gino drives his foot forward right into Jayden’s balls. The pain is explosive and immediate, but before this new wave of pain could begin to slowly rise and radiate throughout his body, Gino’s foot slams home again between his legs. Jayden’s head sags, as he places his silver wear down on the table top and grips the edge of the table as hard as he can, trying to stomach the ongoing battle beneath the table as his body is overwhelmed by the pain. This allows Jayden to spot the action below the table cloth much more clearly, as Gino pounds away at his balls for a third, fourth, fifth, and sixth strike ensuring that he could not react to the blows as they come so damn fast.

Stifling another groan, Jayden reaches underneath the white cotton tablecloth, the fabric rough from over washing to try and stop Gino’s abuse of his balls. Jayden just gets to touch Gino’s socked foot when he pulls the injuring instrument of his soon to be balls funeral and cups his tender testes. Jayden couldn’t help but let out a small moan as he touches himself, feeling the softness of his scrotum and the blazing heat of past friction from Gino’s harmful kicks.

Covering his younger brother’s slip of the tongue, Gino launches into a story of how well he did in not failing out of school earning him tuts from his mother, and Marco waggling one finger at him stating “Why can’t you try a bit harder, like your brother here?”

Jayden face would have usually turned beat red at this comparison, but his face is drained of color instead, as he clutches at his beat-up, bloated testicles. The pain blooms in-between his spread fingers as he cups his overlay large nuggets.

Gino gives his brother a quick wink, just as Marco’s hand lands on his shoulder surprising him.  Jayden briefly releases his protective hold on his groin, fearing that Marco might catch him under the table.

Marco squeezes, Jayden’s shoulder lightly as he says “You can learn a thing or two about discipline from this one Gino. Captain of the wrestling team now, lead swimmer, all A’s on his report card, and skipped a grade this year! Starting High School early. You should study with Jayden more often, in fact this summer I think Gino that Jayden should…tutor you everyday!” Marco claps his hands enthusiastically, taking Jayden’s between his own stating “Would you do that…to help your brother?”

Jayden momentarily corned, and unsure of how to answer tries to deflect as his father holds his hand tight.

“Well I…”

Gino’s feet slither in again resetting against his hardon causing Jayden to gulp as he tries not to stutter as Gino’s forked toe’s pinch the tip of his dick. The slight squeeze of his inflamed, sensitive erection, elicits a bit of pre-juice to wet his underwear and Jayden looking right at his Dad. Somehow Jayden manages to stay speechless sitting in the booth as Gino relentlessly tease’s him some more.

After only finishing about a third of his meal, Jayden’s fork and knife slip from between his fingers clanking onto his plate in defeat. Gino manages to partially particularly gnarly stomp on his younger brother’s nuggets, and adding an extra grind and twist at the end. Jayden clutches the end of the table cloth, trying but failing to suppress his eyes from watering from the utter devastation of his boys squelching underfoot.

“Jayde? What’s wrong? You…alright, buddy?” Gino asks stretching out his foot a bit more to really dig in deep to Jayden’s soft delicate tissue pouch.

“I’m…ahhhh…” Jayden’s eyes dart inwards, and he reaches under the table to grasp Gino’s foot as it squishes his boyhood underfoot when his father stops his hands, clapping them together and staring at him.

“You alright son?”

“D…dad?”

“Maybe a trip to the bathroom? Stomach pains?”

“Uh…huh.” Jayden nods, as his foot slips on the floor and his body slides into Gino’s foot further crushing his nuts almost flat. Losing his footing on the sleek floor of the well-polished wood has costed Jayden, and the momentum that he had of trying to get out of this positon has left him flummoxed as his boys are squashed, the pulse between his thighs is thrumming with each beat of his quickened heartbeat.

“Maybe I’ll go get the check” says Gino and Jayden’s mom, as her chair scraps back from the table.

Jayden almost wants to reach out for her, but Marco has his hands still clasped in his own. “It’s okay buddy, the rich food can do us all in. Your stomach must not be used to it. I’ll get the car.”

“D…dad!” Jayden squeaks his words cut off with a twist of Gino’s foot, silencing him.

However, Marco has already left the table and didn’t hear him over the candlelight murmurs around the glowing restaurant.

A shadow falls over Gino’s face as he leans forward, the candlelight wavering as he breathes over the lit fire sticks. “We don’t have long, so I will be quick.”

Jayden reaches down to stop Gino, but with Gino halfway across the table grasps Jayden’s hands and traps them on the tabletop, a look of panic sweeps over Jayden’s boyish face as he looks up, and gulps.

“Gi…no?”

Gino’s feet slide up, grabbing Jayden’s hardened cock in between his cocked feet and squishes the head. Jayden’s back stiffens as he tries to slip free. But a yearning thrust of his groin meets Gino’s efforts below the table and Jayden’s dark eyes widen with a warning look. Jayden goes to say something, anything to get Gino to stop but his big toe rubs the sensitive tip right below his cockhead and he loses himself to the moment grinding his erection deep against his brother’s foot.

“UUUUUUUUggggh!” grunts Jayden, his toes flexing and fingers gripping onto the table by the nubs that of his tips. Gino holds him firmly in his web, one foot sliding up again speeding up, knowing that he won’t have long. His parents will surely be back soon.

Jayden bucks, and his body tries to rise out of his seat, but Gino’s heel falls firmly straight down nailing Jayden’s sack to his seat. Jayden’s balls flatten, the orbs no match from his eighteen-year-old's heel.

Gino’s assault on Jayden’s manhood continues for what feels like hours. Below the table, Gino is merciless with his heel which fits snuggly between Jayden’s thighs. Stomping his foot into Jayden’s plums and holding it there for minutes on end. The pull of his sack gives Jayden’s cock leverage to pull up which is perfect for him to rub and jack off his younger brother’s cock between his toes.

 “I’m…ahhhh…” Jayden’s eyes dart inwards, and cross and Jayden help it as his body tingles, everything is sore but the heat of the moment overwhelms him pushing him over the edge and gobs of semen shoot up against his underwear and Gino’s eyes twinkle as Jayden wets his toes.

Jayden grunts, groans no longer to hold anything back in the throes of his orgasm. The powerful uncontrollable intense throbbing seven, eight, nine powerful trusts of his loins pushes up against the waiting grip of Gino’s foot as the spurts push out his cock, soaking his underwear.

Marco sits down patting, Jayden’s back and Gino jerks his hands away but Jayden’s fingers don’t move as they clench the tabletop fabric in both fists.

“Feeling better?” Marco asks turning his attention to his son.

Jayden’s face is awash with emotion, his mouth gaping his body stay rigid for another moment and then his bod drops back to his seat and Gino’s feet pull away leaving Jayden devastated in his wake.

Jayden closes his eyes, nods and slips his hands under the table cloth clutching his throbbing boyhood, body slouching over feigning a stomach ache.

“Poor guy” Marco pulls Jayden up by one arm, and starts to walk him out. “Gino get the truck—we will meet you by the entrance.”

“You got it!’ Gino takes off, after slipping his shoes back on heels almost clicking in glee.

At the door Marco tells him, “Rich food like that can hurt anyone…you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

Jayden nods, he’s still achingly hard, put pulling out his shirt to cover the wet evidence. He’s mostly silent…not trusting himself to speak.

Gino gets there first before their Mom and Jayden hobbles up to the truck cab, pulling himself inside. The door was open already. When the door closes, Jayden waves once at their Dad and Gino starts driving.

“Have a good night?”

Jayden keeps his eyes shut, still holding his groin, but his cock is still hard, peeking up and Gino notices laughing.

Gino clears his throat and says “Want a hand with that?”

Jayden’s eyes flash open, Gino winks and chuckles as he pulls into the driveway. They are home.

The only answer Gino gets is the slamming of the door, and quiet exit of his brother.

Gino watches him go “He is such a moody little guy…I better check in on him” Gino says to himself. “He might need me after all.”

In a flash he turns off the truck, and heads inside. He still has a few minutes before his Dad and Mom gets home, they are such careful drivers.

 

 

~End