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My Sister's Boyfriend -- The real final chapters
At age 16, love doesn't last very long. Bruce and I had a great run. We had six months of passion and steamy wild sex, but toward the end, it just seemed to fade. It ran out of steam. We both agreed it was time to move on.
Bruce started dating girls again and with his looks, he hooked a real babe. One thing I can say for Bruce, he has great taste.
As for me, I floundered around for a while, in search of and `maybe' finding my true love.
My sister Amy is still Amy. She graduated last summer. She's in college now but still lives at home. She still doesn't talk to me. She hooked up with this macho guy named Gordo, short for Gordon. He's a Senior in my school, just like me. He's Amy's age so I assume he must have repeated a school year some time in his life.
Gordo looks like something out of a 1950's movie. He has an Elvis Presley hairdo and always wears dark muscle shirts when he is away from school. He does have a lot of muscle to show even though he doesn't have a large frame. He works out everyday after school in the weight room. He's got a weight lifters mentality and speech. You know duh' this and duh' that. Hey, don't blame me. I just call'em like I see'em. Arnold Schwarzenegger set the stereotype not me.
I think Amy wanted a guy that was so butch that if I tried to touch him, he'd squash me. He's always pawing her and touching her like a piece of property. The only thing he seems to like more than Amy is his car. He drives a Jeep Cherokee. It's a great summer car with a wide open body. But its winter and its all buttoned up.
He also likes using the F word. No not Fuck, the word faggot. Every guy on TV is a faggot. Every guy he sees in school is a faggot. You know the type. He doesn't have many friends because he thinks everybody is a faggot.
Then there's Tony and Ritchie, my buds for life. Of course, now we are all Seniors. They're still dating their chicks. We still hang out together, still go to parties together and stuff.
Well, that's how everything stood as of a few weeks ago. Then there must have been a lunar eclipse of a blue moon, because everything got real strange.
It all started the weekend of the NFL divisional championships. It was Friday night and I was hanging around the weight room waiting for the coach. Gordo was working out on a horizontal bench. Tony and Ritchie had just walked through the door.
Tony: "Hey we're taking off. Remember the game Saturday. Be there by two if you want a good seat." Tony was hosting our party this weekend.
Me: "I'll be there."
Ritchie: "later."
Tony and Ritchie walked out the door.
Gordo: "It's about time those faggots left."
I turned to snap at Gordo, but he was bent over adding weights to a bar and his narrow round buns stared back at me. Gordo was wearing black, tight and shiny bikini style briefs. While most guys asses are the same width as their body, his ass seemed to narrow. This made his buns appear to stand out like a pair of roller coaster hills. I forgot what I was going to say. Then the coach peeked his head through door.
Coach: "Ok Shawn, I'm ready."
My meeting with the coach lasted almost 45 minutes which sucks on a Friday night. Basketball season had just ended for us and the coach just wanted to close out his books. When we finished I headed out to the student parking lot. Oh I didn't tell you. I was the proud owner of a 97 fire engine red Ford Caravan. It was my parents utility vehicle, and when they need it, it still is. Otherwise it was my ride.
It was 6:30. It was dark. It was cold and there was a mild mist of sleet in the air. As I walked I hit a patch of black ice and had to flare my arms to keep from falling.
There was someone else ahead of me in the parking lot walking toward a car. I could only see a dark outline. I could see the dark outline suddenly flip into the air and crash to the ground. I slid my way over to offer some assistance.
It was Gordo and by the time I reached him, he was sitting up and holding his left arm with his right hand.
Me: "Are you OK?"
Gordo: "I fucked up my hand."
His left hand seemed to dangle freely from his arm at a 90 degree angle.
Me: "Can you move your fingers."
Gordo: "No."
I looked around. The parking lot was empty except for our two vehicles.
Me: "OK, I'll drive you to the hospital."
Gordo: "I can drive myself."
He had only one hand. I felt brave.
Me: "Shut the fuck up and give me your keys. I'm driving you to the hospital."
It was a Friday night and the hospital business was booming. The waiting room was standing room only. They put Gordo in a wheelchair, braced him arm and set him in a corner. I sat on the floor next to him.
Gordo: "You can take my car and go, I can get a ride."
Me: "I'll stay."
Gordo: "Why?"
Before I could answer, a nurse came over to us. "I'm going to take you to X-Ray. We'll be back in a few minutes." A few minutes, how about 90. It was 8:30 before the nurse came out to get me.
"Your friend is in room 6 waiting for the doctor, you can go back there."
I pried my ass off the floor and went back to the holding rooms. When I walked in, Gordo was seated in the wheel chair next to the bed. They had put on another temporary brace.
Gordo: "You still here?"
Me: "I think so. Wait, I'll check. Yep, I'm still here."
Gordo: "You should have gone home."
Me: "I don't leave my friends when they're in trouble."
Gordo had nothing to say. That's the seventh sign. The end of the world is near. Nope, he spoke. I knew he couldn't keep his mouth shut for very long.
Gordo: "You've got a lot of friends."
Me: "I know a lot of people."
Gordo: "I know a lot of people, but I don't have many friends."
Me: "Gee I wonder why?"
Gordo: "What's that suppose to mean."
Me: "We lets see. You call everybody faggot. Your always negative. I've never heard you say anything nice about anybody. That's like wearing a big sign saying `keep away'."
Silence again. The doctor entered. I went out to the waiting room. About twenty minutes later, a nurse rolled him out. He hand some kind of hardened plastic gizmo from his hand up to his elbow. It wasn't a cast. "He's ready to go home."
In the car, he told me had torn ligaments. He'd be wearing the brace for four to six weeks. He wasn't happy. But that didn't stop him from talking.
Gordo: "So what else is wrong with me?"
Me: "Huh"
Gordo: "If I stop calling people, well you know, and I stop saying stupid shit to people, what else do I got to do."
Me: "I think that would be a great start."
Gordo: "So you said I was your friend."
Me: "Yeah, we can be friends. Although I think Amy would approve."
Gordo: "So what happened between you two."
Me: "It's personal. But I fucked up, big time. She hasn't forgiven me."
Gordo: "You stand by your friends. Your not afraid to admit fucking up. I don't think I know anyone like you."
Me: "Most of my friends are the same way. I'll introduce or should I say, I'll re-introduce you to them."
Gordo: "Maybe I could go to the party tomorrow."
Big gulp! I walked into that one. I wasn't sure Gordo was ready for prime time, but I didn't see a way out.
Needless to say Tony and Ritchie were shocked when I walked in the door with Gordo trailing behind. After explaining about the accident, we all took up our TV positions. There were seven of us so seats were at a premium. Gordo ended up in the recliner as the love seat and sofa was packed. I was about to find a nesting spot on the rug when Gordo got up and offered me the recliner. I was to shocked to refuse.
That's how the game went. I was rooting for Pittsburg. Everybody else was rooting for Indianapolis. We had a case of beer and six bags of munchies. What else does a man need.
Gordo was spectacular throughout the game. No `F' word, no negativity and he seemed to know a lot about football. Surprisingly he fit right in. After the game the place cleared out except for Tony, Ritchie and Me. Even with the brace, Gordo is able to drive.
That's when the shit started.
Tony: "So Shawn, what's with Gordo."
Me: "Nothing, just a friend."
Tony: "You're not thinking about making him a notch on your belt are you."
Me: "I'm not crazy. Amy would slice my throat with a dull knife."
Ritchie: "I don't know. He even gave you his seat. I think Gordo has a crush on the boy."
Tony: "What do you think it is. Do you think he's after Shawn's sausage, or his semi-retired butt."
I don't think I was reading my friends well, or I didn't know how many beers they had consumed. I jokingly stood up, faced my ass to them, bent over slightly and slapped my own ass. "Kiss it boys."
Tony and Ritchie looked at each other, then Tony said, "lets get'em".