Pinochle
by: E Walk

(Copyright 2007 by the Author)
Editor: Will B
 

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Chapter 9

Carved To Be a Bottom

This is Ben.

Knock and I left the theatre.  When I pulled out of the parking lot, Knock put his hand on my thigh.  I started to shake and he quickly pulled it away, “Ben, I’m sorry.  I just want to touch you and I want for you to make me yours.”

When we arrived at the Garrison house, it appeared like Mr. Garrison was in his bedroom.  We made sure the house was secure started for Knock’s room.  Mr. Garrison was standing in the hallway with a robe on, “I didn’t expect you guys to return this soon.  Is everything okay?”

Grant went to Mr. Garrison, “Dad, we are fine.  We just couldn’t get into the movie.  I think we are both a little tired.”  Grant kissed his Dad on his cheek, “Good night, Dad.  We will see you in the morning.”

As soon as we had closed the bedroom door, I pulled Grant close, “Grant, I’ll do whatever you want tonight as long as you don’t penetrate me.  Doctor Tommy said that I needed some time to recover and I’m still quite sore.”

Grant did an evil laugh, “Benji, I am totally surrendering to you tonight.  Now go take your shower and make it fast.”

When I came out of the shower, Knock started to manhandle my penis which started to respond.  He looked me in the eye, “Don’t even think about putting any clothes on.  I’ll be back shortly.”

When Knock came through the bathroom door, he was gyrating like a belly dancer.  He was causing his penis to swing back and forth like a pendulum only it was moving forward and backward.  I had been lying on my left side leaning on my elbow as he approached the bed.  I noticed that he was carrying a tube of lube. 

Grant pushed me down so I was on my back. He climbed into bed and straddled me so he was positioned on my thighs.  He leaned forward and gave me a long and very sensual kiss where our tongues had a duel equal to one that the three musketeers might have had had with an adversary.

Knock terminated that duel and began to stimulate other parts of my body.  He started by nibbling on my ear lobes.  My body was beginning to react big time.  When he started to nibble on my nipples, I was already on overload.

When he gave my belly button a bath with his tongue, I thought I was about ready to go into orbit.

Grant moved directly from my belly button to a very aroused Little Benji as my penis was to become known.  He wet his tongue and slowly moved up and down the four surfaces and finally took only the head and adjacent sensitive areas in his mouth.  I started to get very tense and Grant sat up, “Relax Benji, I am not ready for you to release your special elixir yet.  Put it on low and let it simmer.”

Grant leaned down and gently kissed me and held my face and looked at me, “I think I could look at your green eyes all day long and be constantly hard.  They seem to send hot flashes to my penis like bolts of lightening.  It’s a good thing we wear jock straps or the front of my trousers would be worn out from being stretched.”

I started to laugh, “Knock, for a piece of wood, you sure do have a way with words.”

“Be quiet Benji, this is your night to enjoy the piece de resistance.  Are you ready?”

Grant lubricated my penis and then moved so his anal opening was right over Little Benji.  He guided Little Benji to his opening and started to lower himself. 

After some initial resistance, he slid down until he was against my pelvis area.  I could feel his humongous penis flapping against my abdomen.

Lust took control and I started to buck and Knock responded to my every move.  It was like I was bucking horse and he was determined to stay on and gain as many style points as possible.

All of a sudden, I felt my body being rolled over and I was on top of Grant.  He pulled my face to his and kissed me.  “Benji, use me and make sure you deposit enough of your body fluids in me to produce triplets at a minimum.”

I began to move and Grant responded to my every move.  I lost control and I felt like Mt. Vesuvius had erupted and it felt like Knock was releasing his fluids like Victoria Falls tumbles over the falls in the rainy season.

When we settled down, I held Grant’s face, “Knock, are you going to be okay?”

Grant rattled my cage with his answer, “Yep, I’m fine.  I think I was carved to be a bottom.”

I extracted my penis from Grant, “Grant, that can’t happen.  If we are going to have a meaningful relationship, it needs to be a 50/50 deal.  There can not be a top or a bottom.  I will learn to accommodate that monster of yours.  Now kiss me, you fool.”

This is Grant/Knock/Pinochle or whatever you want to call me.

Ben went into the bathroom and returned with a wet wash cloth and clean towel.  He carefully wiped up the mess that I had created.  I felt the sudden urge to go to the bathroom where I expelled most of the deposits that Ben had left in me.

When I returned to the bed, Ben was watching me, “How come you aren’t walking funny?  How can you act like nothing happened?  Get on your knees and let me check you out.”

I got up on the bed on my hands and knees and pulled my butt cheeks apart.  Ben rubbed his fingers over my anal opening, “Grant, other than the fact that your opening is still gaping a little, I can’t see any bruising.”

I turned and pulled Ben close and kissed him.  He pulled away, “Grant, let’s just go to sleep.  If I don’t show up for church tomorrow, my parents will have kittens.  We usually go to the club for Sunday brunch after we attend the eleven o’clock service.  Ben pulled me close and kissed me again.

I woke up first.  Ben was still asleep but so what.  I started to kiss and lick Little Benji.  I guess I’m becoming a sexaholic.  Ben pulled away, “Knock, stop or I am going to go the bathroom in your mouth.”  I pulled away from Ben and he moved quickly to the bathroom.  He seemed to be taking an extremely long time.  When he returned, he was drying his hair.  He grabbed a pair of my briefs and after he put them on there was a pronounced bulge.  He turned to me, “Move it mister: I ain’t fixing breakfast by myself.”

When I got to the kitchen, both Dad and Ben were there.  Dad was drinking his coffee and reading the paper.  Ben was standing over the stove doing something.

When he turned, he airmailed me a kiss, “I am so glad you could join us, Knock.  Now if your royal highness wouldn’t mind, perhaps you could serve your father his breakfast while I fix your puppy chow.”

After breakfast, Ben and I were doing the clean up.  Ben asked, “Mr. Garrison, would you like to go to church with us?”

Dad got a funny look on his face, “Ben, I haven’t been to church since I decided I was gay.  I figured that people who went to church wouldn’t want to associate with a gay person in a religious environment.”

Ben started to laugh, “Mr. G., that is ludicrous.  Our senior pastor or Father is gay so I guess the two had better mosey upstairs and get ready.  I’ll be back at 10:30 to pick you up.  This is not negotiable.”

I was watching Dad.  All he said was, “If you say so Ben.”

It’s me, Ben.  I’m taking over again.

As soon as I walked in the house, Brian started in on me.  “Ben, I’m so glad that you are getting around better.  How’s Knock this morning?  Is he using a cane or were you a good boy last night?”

Dad looked up from the paper, “Brian, knock it off.  Would you stop worrying about things that not your business?  Now you two get your fat bottoms upstairs and get ready for church.”

Brian and I went up the stairs together.  I could tell he was waiting for me to tell him what had happened but I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders.

As I was entering my room, Brian smirked, “Never fear, I’ll find out what happened one way or the other.”

I changed my clothes and put on a supporter and a pair of fitted boxers.  I thought to myself, ‘These seem to be tighter than had been.  Surely I am not still growing.  I got dressed and went downstairs and was talking to Mother and Dad.

“I’m going to go and pick up Mr. Garrison and Grant for church.  Would it be okay for them to join us for brunch?”

Brian was standing there, “Good thinking, Benji.  That way I can find out the truth about what happened last night.”

Mother and Dad spoke simultaneously, “Brian, cool it.”

Brian pretended to be sobbing, “I’ll go with Ben to pick up the Garrisons to make sure that nothing strange happens.  Come on Ben, let’s motor.  Don’t worry, Mother and Dad; I’ll make sure that they get to the church on time.”

As soon as Brian and I were seated in the car, Brian started, “Okay Ben, I need to know.  Did you penetrate Knock last night and is he okay.  If you don’t answer then I will ask Knock in front of Mr. Garrison.”

I shook my head, “Brian, why are you so concerned about what Grant and I do in bed?  It’s almost like you are getting your rocks off by hearing about our experiences.  In answer to your questions, yes, I did and yes Knock is fine.  He came through the experience much better than I did.”

Brian chuckled, “So you are saying that you are a gentle lover?

“I didn’t say that at all.”

Brian wasn’t satisfied, “Then you are saying that Knock is a natural bottom and you are not?

We had arrived at the Garrison’s house.  I looked at Brian, “Why are you even worried about Grant and me and who is a top or a bottom?”

 

Brian threw up his hands, “Can’t a guy worry about his only brother and his friends?”

We had just exited the car when Grant and his Dad came out of the house, Brian held the car door for Mr. Garrison and went to other side and got into the back seat.  Grant climbed into the passenger’s side of the front seat.

Brian surprised me.  It was like he was an entirely different person, “Mr. Garrison, when Mother, Lauren and I are running the store next week while you older men are doing whatever it is that you are going to be doing, you need to show me and Mother what exactly needs to be done.  Would it be okay if I came to the store with Ben and you could explain everything to me?  That way, there will two of us to make sure that Ben and Grant don’t get into any mischief.”

Mr. Garrison started to laugh, “Brian, you don’t miss any opportunities to roast your brother and Grant do you?”

“Not if I can help it sir.  I suggest that we sit between the two of them during the church service.  We certainly don’t them to embarrass us.”

I had parked the car and turned to Brian, “Brother, I am so going to pound you into the ground when and if we ever get home.”

Grant added, I’ll be helping and sure that when you reappear, you will be in Siberia without any clothes in the dead of winter.”

Mr. Garrison was laughing so hard that he could hardly stand, “Guys, This is no way to talk on the Sabbath.  We need to prepare ourselves mentally to get ready to worship our creator.”

I thought to myself, “That’s a rather strong statement from someone who has not been to church in years if what he said earlier was true.  There must be more to Mr. Garrison’s story that he hasn’t told us.”

As we entered the church, we were greeted by Uncle Chip.   “Hey guys, your parents and grandparents are already in their usual pews.  Good morning Mr. Garrison.  It is great that you could join us.” 

Uncle Chip looked at Grant, “I don’t think I know this good-looking young man.”

Mr. Garrison spoke up, “Chip, this is my son, Grant.”

Uncle Chip got the funniest look on his face, “Gregg, I didn’t realize that you had ever been married.”

Brian interrupted, “Don’t feel alone Uncle Chip.  We’ll explain what’s happening later when you have several hours.”

Uncle Chip ushered us to where my parents were sitting with my Grandparents.  Great Grandmother Renee turned around and whispered, “Hi guys.  So this is the infamous Knock.  I can hardly wait to visit with him during brunch.”

Grant leaned over to me, “Why do I get the feeling that I am going before a military tribunal today?  What is it with your family?  I feel like everyone is ready to pounce on me if I hurt you again.”

Our conversation was cut short because the service started.  Father Wanamaker led his two assistants Father and Mother Bacon to the altar area.  Adam was still the organist.  He had also become the Director of Music and was teaching at the college since he and Aaron had gotten their doctorates.

The service was about to end when Father Wanamaker approached the pulpit, “It has been a very long time since I have done this.  During the time of silent prayer time I received a message that indicated we should have Ben Benson and Grant Garrison sing The Lord’s Prayer.  I’m sure that they have never sung this prayer together.”

This is Beau, Ben’s father. 

I looked at the two guys.  I know from experience what a shock this could be the first time it happened.  Ben seemed rather composed as he stood and started to the altar area.  Grant followed him.  They declined the use of a microphone.  Ben nodded to Adam who played an introduction.

The two young men started to sing and it was like their minds were reading each other’s.  There was a surreal silence in the sanctuary as they sang.  They did a phenomenal job.  When they sang the final Amen, the two guys moved out of the center to permit the recessional to begin.

They quietly slipped out the side exit of the church so they wouldn’t have to talk to anyone.  Grant was holding Ben, “That wasn’t so bad.  At least no one booed.”

Before he could say anymore, Brian appeared, “Boo, hiss, now get your bodies ready to go to the club.  Grant, be advised that you are going so be so scrutinized today that you will feel like you have been through a car wash with its brushes and whatever.  Now let’s go, I’m hungry and everyone else is probably already at the club waiting for your majesties’ appearance.”

Grant looked at Brian, “Bri, you do realize that it is not even 1:00 and I already feel like I lived through a week today.  What else can possibly happen?”

To be continued...

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Editor’s Comment:

Editor’s comments:  It looks like Ben finally got to the bottom of things.  I am so glad that “Knockwurst for wear isn’t.” (As our Pennsylvania Dutch friends might say).
 

Posted: 10/19/07