Kevin's Cowboy

By Devin Daniels

There was always something off about my romantic life, you know what I mean? None of my relationships ever worked out and I couldn’t figure out why. On the day my friends took me to my first rodeo I finally figured it all out.

His name was Joel Harris and he was a cowboy stud. The first time I set my eyes on him something stirred inside me, something that would open up a whole new world of self-discovery and passion I never new existed. What started as a day of fun turned into weeks of rolling in the hay. Things were never the same. Guess I had a thing for cowboys. Who knew?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Devin's Den Publications
• Release date: Apr 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463669815

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Iplanned on spending the entire day, no weekend, in bed but my damn phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. The texts and the voicemails were starting to really pile up. I stuffed my head under the pillow then stuffed the phone under there too. None of it worked. The morning sun nearly turned into afternoon sun when I finally decided to give up on getting any sleep.

A grumble spilled out of me as I grabbed my phone and swiped through text after text, reading all of them but refusing to reply. I listened to the voicemails but it wasn’t until the third one that my interest was piqued. My best friend Craig gave me some tough love. It was hardly working until the last bit of his message made me actually get me out of bed.

Dude, I know it sucks but you can’t spend the rest of your life ignoring your buds. Get. Over. It. Allie’s gone. She dumped your ass but so what? It’s happened to all of us. Put your big boy pants on and get out of bed. We have a surprise for you… we’re taking you to a rodeo. Now call me back!

Rodeo. I’ve wanted to go to one for a long time but just never had the time. It looked like I had all the time in the world now. I gave Craig a call back and when he was done yelling at me and telling me to suck it up I said:

Bro, okay! You win. Take me the rodeo for God’s sakes. Yeah, yeah, you’re right. I can’t just stay in bed forever. I’ll be ready after I go to the gym. Give me about an hour and half. Right. Okay. Oh, Craig… thanks man.

I packed my shit into my bag and headed for the gym. Lucky for me it was only ten minutes away. Once there I tried to work out my frustrations on the cables and then some lifting. It felt good to let go of some of my anger and disappointment. The gym was packed but what could I expect on a Saturday at mid-morning?

Guys walked by checking themselves out in the mirror, making lewd jokes with each other and gawking at their phones in between sets. There was nothing more annoying then a dude hogging a machine you needed so he could read his texts, scroll through his music playlists or read the news. Damn, man get off the machine and take a seat at the juice bar!

Right now I waited for some guy with long red hair, who wore a baseball cap and the same tank top every week, to get off the leg press and stop staring into his phone. His skin was paler than anyone else in the gym and he always picked the leg press just when I needed it.

Now, I’m not a very confrontational guy so even though I thought of saying something to the guy I never did. I left him have his way. Today I gave up on the leg press machine and decided to jump on the treadmill and go for a run instead.

I’ve noticed the same guys working out here regularly for years now—the older guy with thinning hair and his wife or girlfriend, the foursome of dudes that laugh and joke loudly all the time. The really big body builder types that look like they take steroids and can barely walk.

There are these twin brothers, about my age, late twenties or so, both with dark hair that work out with each other all the time. They’re really identical but I can tell them apart. One of them has a gray patch in his dark hair. Or is it white? Whatever, I’m not sure I just think it’s kind of cool.

There’s this guy with glasses and a backwards baseball cap here all the time. At least every time I’m here. He’s a small guy that often wears sweats or hoodies to his workout. He tries really hard and I know he’s hoping to put on some big muscle. He’s not quite there yet but he’s determined. If he sticks with it he’ll be a lady-killer. He’s already got the baby blue eyes and the dimples.

Another guy hits the stair master every time I see him. He’s a thin as a rail but his legs are solid. I bet his thighs are hard as stone. I really like to people watch while I run on the treadmill and listen to my