sKyle and Me, At The Cattle Cup

by Greaser Dannyboy

One I came from the country, born and bred in a small home where one day I had to leave all the memories behind. Memories from childhood, fights, cuts, and scrapes in our make believe world. The time I cut my tongue running at night, falling over a wheel barrow, and telling mamma to call the preacher, I was dying...and my twin pushing me out in the middle of a snake infested pond in a wash tub, spinning like mad over the water, falling only knee high but thought I was yards under water. There were many, many wonderful memories, some forgotten, some that can't be forgotten. But one remains with me always.

At 19, and being from the sticks you don't have much reality of the "in style" the town folks had. I'd get up in the morning, strap my overalls on rarely took time to make myself look human. I didn't care what I looked like, heck, who would see you?

I would often walked our dirt road to and from the blacktop to "scout around", mainly just to get out in nature. There was 98 acre field that the local cattle company owned and would keep cattle. Every time I walked I would stop and look at the cattle at the iron cattle gap on our road. And usually every evening at five thirty, a dodge dually would drive up to the gate and drive in. I couldn't see who he was, but from a distance he diffidently was a cowboy. For almost two weeks I would walk to watch the cowboy drive up and in the pasture to feed the cows.

That Friday evening I had walked for another view of the cowboy, but at five thirty...he didn't show up. So I figured he wasn't coming, so I crawled through the barbed wire and went on a new scouting adventure. I could see the grass where he drove, and a pair of leather gloves resting on two fence posts where he fed. Of course the pervert inside me had taken over by then. I put his gloves on, and was...a cowboy like him. I would pretend all of my moment there that it was him there with me. Well, things turned in another direction.

I was laying on some stacked hay, tickling my ivories, when I heard his dually coming in the distance. There I was all spread eagle, and with his gloves on. He was too close for me to run, so...I just slid off the hay and pulled his gloves off, and zipped. I was petrified! I stood there like a fried fart, looking dumb, and as if I had been doing nothing. I smelled the deisel burning from his dually as he drove right up to me in front of the hay stack. I was looking at him, and couldn't control the rise out of the situation. He wore brown cowhide cowboy boots that were so pointed he could have cut rubber with them. The shined like a new penny. The heels of his boots jingling with silver blunt spirs, and black straps. His jeans were starched with a crisp crease. You could see the starch in them shining in the sun. They were wrangler cowboy cut jeans, the same kind I had gotten for Christmas. His anatomy budging that molded a perfect image of his prize calf that was behind his zipper. His belt was green horsehair, with a five by five silver plated buckle that he won from the state bull riding championship of 1996. His shirt was black with pointed pockets with a red flame shooting across the top of the shoulders. Underneath he wore a purple T-shirt. His chest looked firm as well as his butt did. He wore sunshades over his dark blue eyes, clean shaven, and appeared to be a very close haircut over his ears. Over his hair he wore his white/gray cap, that had "BEEF" written on a patch. His skin was bronzed from the sun with lips that looked perfectly shaped with youthful lines presenting his lips. His hair was as black as an ace of spades, what part I could see.

Well, one thing lead to another and after six days meeting him there, we became friends. He told me his name was Kyle, he was 22, he had an identical twin, but he was a city boy. He was half owner of a cattle company that his dad shared with him. I shared my life with him, and he with me. He became the only cowboy in the lists of friends I had then. Very polite, generous, and opened minded. He like fishing, frog gigging, and other country boy hobbies. Kyle seemed to be shy, as I was. But after knowing him, our friendship grew to best friends. I thought he was the most incredible person I had met in the nineteen years of my life.

He was erotic, passionate, and had an extreme concern for his friends. Every day he could pop the cooler and bring a yahoo for the two of us to share, sitting under the pecan trees, relaxing and chatting, side by side, just the two of us....and his dodge. I was somehow controlled by his person, the more time we spent together talking or playing pool at his ranch home, the more trust, and bond we made. Every single thing about Kyle spelled...cowboy.

That Friday evening we sat in his truck sipping on our Yahoos with our heels cocked up on the door hinges. I could tell he had something on his mind, but the shyness seemed to stumble for the words to say. Letting him speak his mind, I patiently waited to hear what he wanted to say. It was getting late in the evening, the sunset was gorgeous! We were walking to the gate for my walk home. I looked at him with a tear from his right eye slowly leaking down his cheek. He told me that our meetings in the pasture would be ending soon, because he and his dad had purchased a farm fifty miles away, and it would be his responsibility to get the farm started....he just didn't know when we could meet again after that evening.

I was hurt as he was, but I knew in my heart it would lead to that very moment. I told him it was ok, I would come see him, if he wanted me to. That the friendship he and I had bonded together wouldn't be disturbed at all. Then the unexpected happened. Just what I wanted to happen, but didn't know his sexual preference. He walked up to me and said, "Dan, you are a very dear person, and in my heart I say I would do anything you want because you somehow have changed my life. You know where I come from, and how hard a country life can get, and I want ever forget you bud." With his hands resting on my shoulders he firmly squeezed with the power of manhood. He pulled me to his chest, and then I knew how hard his body was with his heart pounding on my chest. He backed off, and for the first time I saw his hair. He told me he wanted to give me something, it was his cap he had worn. He placed it on my head, and with a moment of stun, I could not believe what was under that the cap all this time. His hair was as black as could be, cut into a short taper, with the part cut, exposing his white scalp. I could smell the aroma of Vitalis. It was so abundantly applied to his hair, that shined like glass from the sun. I could feel the brim of his cap he gave me cooling my head from his wet and sweaty mixture of Vitalis. He told me he would see me later, with his gift he wanted to do for me, that it would be inside the cap under the lining of the brim, but wait till he was gone before I did. I agreed, and with a pull to his side, we shook hands, and a pat on the back.

I walked home alone in the early night, crying with sadness of know I wouldn't see Kyle everyday. I knew what my sexual desire of him was, and I wanted to share that with him, as he did me. We wrote to each other, and kept in contact for over a year after we first met.

Inside the lining of the cap, was a letter folded tightly. I site on the first hill in the dirt road reading his letter. (letter shortened for personal content) Dan, meet me in Hillsdale Friday evening at three at the Willards Mall. Come as you are.

We met there that evening. We acted like spoiled and drunken cowboys just let out of the pig pen. It was so good to see him again in person. We shared supper at Chesterfields fine dining, as he told me what he wanted to do for me. I said ok, what ya got in mind? It's ok, be patient, he told me. Willards is a huge super mall, with over 900 stores inside. We left Chesterfields sipping on our regular Yahoo drinks, just looking around some of the stores. We walked Jerry's western wear and tack. He turned to me and ask what size jeans and shirt I wore. I told him, and after some time, he had a pair of western cowboy cut green jeans, with a cowboy long sleeve shirt with shades of beige, red, yellow, and green stripes. We left the western wear store, and on the other side of the mall, we walked in Boot World, His favorite. He picked up a pair of cowhide black, slant heel boots, my size, check them out, and gave the package to me to hold on to. I went outside in the hallway, sitting on a planter while he went back into the store. He brought out a hat box, inside was a cream cowboy hat, that was stamped 223.00 on the box.

Around the corner at Housley's barbershop we walked in. The barber knew Kyle real well, as the guy getting his hair cut. The barber asked Kyle to step up to the chair, but Kyle told him...not this time David, I brought a buddy with me this time. The barber ask me what cut I wanted, and looking in space in total shock, Kyle said, just like mine. My butt was warmed by the guy before me on the seat of the chair, and old middle leg misbehaved under the drape. My hair then was burnt red, long, shaggy, and I didn't understand why Kyle wanted me to get a hair cut... Man, in the sticks, who cares. The barber clicked his vacuum clippers on, and shaved the sides of my head. The white skin popped out like a sore thumb. The top was cut a bit longer than Kyle but was a super taper cut. The shortest it has been since seven years of kid buzz all over cut that mom gave us. The barber began to shake a bottle behind me, and smeared tonic all over my stubble sides, and top. It was a mixture pomade, Vitalis, and a touch Vaseline. It was combed parted on the side, pressed down with a brush, and flipped in the front...just like Kyle's was.

Well, I can't tell you how great it felt to be treated to a country cowboy look like my best friend Kyle wore. We left the mall, with my aftermath explosion behind the zipper...and drove back to his farm house. I was inpatient, and dressed up with the new duds Kyle had bought me. He was on the back porch looking over the night moon when I went out to show myself. He looked at me as thought...what is this? I got butterfly's from his reaction, then he told me. Dan, you look great bud, He told....Dan, this I wanted to do for you, because I knew you were taken by me, because I am a cowboy. I know what you did on the haystack that day with my gloves. I know your not as fortunate as I am, but I did this because you changed a part of me that I didn't see before. Dan, Just look out there, there's the horse trailer I paid over thirty thousand for, the tractor, all you see out there was bought because I was taught to be a cowboy. You would need these to make a farm. But Dan, you are interested with my life because I am a cowboy, but actually I have forgotten how it was just living in the country, the memories of a kid, everything. You opened a part of me, This is your gift from a part of me as you gave a part of you. I can't forget it. Kyle and I sit for hours on his back porch, and knowing I had to leave for home was frustrating. Kyle walked off the porch with me, our heels pounding on the wood floor, walk with me to my truck, and gave me a good bear hug. That was the most unforgetful even with Kyle.

It was two months afterwards....I was washing my truck in the back yard when I heard a vehicle. And living in the sticks you knew you had company, heck we were the only ones back there. It was Kyle's dad and twin brother. They had a white gift box taped up with no writing on it. All Kyle's dad told me was that he appreciated all I meant to Kyle, and that I know he would want you to have this. I was stunned, something wasn't right by the facial expressions on their faces.

"Dan, lets sit over here so we can talk. Dan, I have bad news." I kinda got an idea what he would tell me. Kyle entered the state championship finals last Wednesday night. He was riding ole lightening (the bull) and was thrown. Ole lightning crushed Kyle's chest, and was kicked on the left temple. He died on the ground at the arena. His dad gave me the box, and left. I was stunned at the news, and became uncontrollable, and pain I felt was unbearable. I walked to the end of our dirt road, crossed the cattle gap, went to the pecan tree where Kyle fed the cows. Sitting on the small hay stack I opened the box. Inside was the 1999 state champion buckle the arena gave his dad in memory of Kyle.


This is a true story with nothing changed or omitted, except some personal areas of the story. The buckle kyle's dad gave him is sitting in the box in his curio and remains a trophy in what Kyle was to him. Danny says, "He was a hero in my eyes. Kyle and I did confess we were gay, but we never had time to spend a night with each other. We considered we were and did help each other understand what life means. Never take life for granted, enjoy every moment, and start each day making a memory.
.....Laco dude!......."

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