JP (2004): Part 10

JP (2004)

Meeting JP’s Family

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By luvyalots

I couldn’t keep my eyes off JP. I watched his unbelievable body saunter into the locker room. Finally, I turned around and headed back to my seat in the bleachers. The teacher I had been talking to leaned over to me. “What were you doing to JP? Trying to kill him.” “Nah,” I said, trying not to sound as flustered as I was, “He was just showing me how big his neck has gotten lately. He’s such a show-off.” I tried watching some of the other matches, including JP’s older brother who was wrestling at 171, but I couldn’t keep my mind off JP and his gorgeous body. I was not openly gay; I had only come out to the few people I 100% trusted and JP was not yet one of those people. I mean, we were very good friends, almost best friends, but he was a guy and telling him might send a cloud of awkwardness over us. Plus, the fact that he was from a military family might hurt our friendship, too. I didn’t think his parents would look kindly on their son’s best friend being gay. I hated when this happened. I hated it when I had a crush on a straight guy. I’m sure you’re thinking that I liked him because he had an amazing body, but that was only part of the attraction. JP was one of those extremely rare guys. Yeah, he had the body of a god and was hauntingly cute too. His piercing blue eyes would make you melt when he looked at you a certain way. But that wasn’t all. JP had a brilliant mind to go along with his beautiful body. With an IQ of 145 and straight A’s, there wasn’t anything he couldn’t figure out. Everyone knew how athletic he was, but he was also very talented musically. He was always a decent trumpet player, but now that he had confidence, his playing started to get as strong as his muscles. So strong, in fact, that I was beginning to worry about losing my first chair to him. However, the thing I admired the most about him was his maturity. He was confident on the wrestling mat and just about everywhere else and had an ego, but it was a healthy one. JP would still do things for you without being asked, like carrying groceries to your car or offering to get you a drink from the soda machine. He was amazing. He was unlike any 15-year-old I had ever met in my life. “Hey, Matt!” I broke out of my trance to see JP bounding up the bleacher steps toward me. He had taken a shower and changed and was now wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans. It was a rather large, baggy shirt, but I could still see his powerful shoulders moving underneath the fabric. “You know, I really appreciate you coming to see me wrestle,” he said, shaking my hand and sitting down next to me, “It pumps me up for my matches.” “You’re welcome,” I responded, trying to sound nonchalant. “It’s a little tough figuring out how they score it, but think I got the hang of it.” “You start getting it after a few of them.“ He was obviously becoming more and more used to talking to me, knowing though that he always held the upper hand. Still, he didn‘t seem to be as pompous when he talked only to me. “Listen, I’m finished tonight. I don’t have anymore matches.“ I was a little disappointed. Usually, a wrestler will face two or three different opponents in a tournament, but since this was a dual, there was only one. Anyway, I wouldn’t have minded seeing JP’s amazing athletic ability displayed at least one more time. JP nudged me in the shoulder. “Hey, how would you like to come over tonight?” “Tonight?” I answered, getting excited, but trying not to show it too much. “Sure,” JP said. “My mom wants to thank you for driving me all over the place this past year since I don’t have a car yet.” I thought for a moment. “Ok, I don’t think I have anything else to do tonight.” “Great!” he said enthusiastically. “Once we’re finished here, I’ll go pack up my stuff and meet you by your car.” I couldn’t believe it. I was actually going to go to JP’s house. Would he show me his basement and all the gym equipment he had down there? My mind started to race with possibilities. Almost the entire drive to his house, he talked. Complaining about teachers and homework and how his mom wanted him to get a job and how annoying his brother Ryan and his younger sister were, mainly just typical teenage boy stuff. In a break in the conversation, I had ask him a question: “So, do you have a girlfriend yet?” I tried to sound like I was being cool, but I don’t know if I succeeded. He gave me a quick look like he was startled by the question. “No, not yet.” He paused for a moment. “I guess I’m just keeping my options open.” I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but he was just probably saying that he didn’t want to rush into a relationship too quickly or something like that. I couldn’t question him any further because we had arrived at his house. I hadn’t met his mom yet, since when I had been picking him up all year, he would always run out of the house as I pulled into the driveway. Therefore, quite a sight greeting me as I walked through the front door. Mrs. Mahoney was a broad, almost overbearing Irish woman, but still had a sense of sweetness. “Hello, Matt,” she said in a rough, sweet voice. “Welcome. I’ve heard so much about you.” JP had already made his way into the kitchen and was gone. His mom continued: “JP just always talks about how much he looks up to you.” “Really?” I said with a slight disbelief. JP looked up to me? Wow! The woman motioned me into the kitchen where JP was busying himself making sandwiches. “You’re welcome to make yourself some turkey sandwiches. I’d make them for you, but it seems JP’s got a bit of a head start. He must be starving.” I walked into the bright light of the kitchen as JP was bringing a plate with four large sandwiches out to the dinette area. “Go help yourself,” he said to me. “You mean,” I said with disbelief, “all those are for you?” “Oh yeah!” JP answered back with a slight grin. “I always get really hungry after a wrestling match.” I declined his mom’s offer to make me some sandwiches on account of the fact that I had already eaten dinner. The three of us just sat at the kitchen table talking. Well, JP’s mom and I were doing the talking; JP was busy devouring the huge sandwiches. I couldn’t believe how much this kid could eat. I guess that was another reason why he had gotten so big. “Yeah,” JP’s mom explained. “I can barely keep up with him anymore. As soon as I buy him clothes, he grows out of them in a month or so and I have to buy him a bigger size.” She laughed. “Have you ever tried finding pants that are long with a narrow waist? They’re hard to find. I keep telling JP to stop working out so much and put some fat on that body but this little demon doesn’t listen to me.” “Mom,” JP had just finished his third sandwich and was about to start his fourth. “Will you stop talking about me.” I couldn’t tell but I think he was blushing. Nonetheless, his mom continued. “You’re brother never used that weight bench down there nearly as much. It‘s a good thing you‘re not as big as he is.” “JP!” A deep voice bellowed down from the second floor. “That would be Ryan, JP’s older brother,” his mom said. “I don’t know if you’ve ever met him.” I hadn’t. A loud rumble was heard as Ryan came bounding down the stairs. Suddenly, the kitchen door swung open and the hulking mass that was JP’s brother burst through. A giant had just entered the room and he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Ryan was a little over six feet tall, but he looked bigger than that. The bangs of his jet black hair curled over his gorgeous dark eyes. He had a neck that actually bowed away from his cheekbones ending at his shoulders which were incredibly broad, at least twice the size of my own. His massive pecs hung menacingly over a set of six-pack abs made faint by layers of fat. Ryan’s upper arms were nearly the size of my legs and his forearms exhibited writhing snakelike veins. He resembled a very muscular Josh Hartnett. “JP, did you use my shampoo,” he bellowed. “No, I didn’t,” JP answered back, calmly taking a bit out of the sandwich. “Yeah, you did, you punk.” “Ryan!” His mom spoke up. “Don’t treat your brother like that. Your father ran out of his own shampoo and didn’t have time to go to the store before he went to work, so he used yours instead.” “Oh, sorry bro.” Ryan was immediately quiet. Then he looked at me, as if just seeing me there for the first time. “Whose he?” “That’s my friend Matt.” JP answered the question without even looking away from his meal. “You mean,” Ryan smirked. “You have friends?” “RYAN!” JP’s mom was starting to get furious. “Go back upstairs and take your shower, now!” “Whatever,” Ryan said as he turned his gigantic back toward us and walked out of the room. It’s a wonder how he even fit through the door, he was so bulky. JP finished his meal and gulped down the last of his milk. “Sorry about that,” his mom apologized. “Ryan can be so offensive. I hope to God JP doesn’t turn out like him.” With that, she turned away and walked into the kitchen. “Hey, Matt,” JP stepped over to me and said quietly. “You wanna see how I got big?” What? I said to myself. This sudden gesture startled me a bit. “Mom, I’m taking Matt down to the basement.” he called to his mother. “That’s fine,” she answered from the kitchen. “Ryan probably won’t be down there tonight anyway.” Then, he grabbed my arm and led me to the basement door. •

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