Welcome to the Blog!

Scroll down for the latest posts!

sticky-2-readHowever, before you do:

This blog is for guys who admire other guys who put real effort into their physical development. It is NOT exclusively gay, but hopefully you will be gay-friendly.

tumblr_neimn2tEkV1qffcrao3_500The rules are simple:

  1. Make an effort to improve your own fitness this year (you’re NEVER too old);
  2. Enjoy the pictures (and comment please on what you see, and feel free to ‘FOLLOW’);
  3. Buy a book (preferably, all of them) to support the continuation of the blog!

The books (print and e-versions available) are about finding gay love, developing ourselves as acrobats, starting a family (yeah, I’m a gay dad and enormously proud of my teenage son!!), going on tour, meeting difficulties ‘head-on’ (they become a bit of a thriller as well). sticky-1-readLinks from all posts from September 2014 onwards will lead you to more information and potential purchase – they are in almost every post and either through clicking on images of the covers, or on the separate links when given!! And, as the image on the right clearly shows, you can follow all of these rules at one go…

The blog is essentially G-rated; the books get a little explicit from time to time about gay guys doing what gay guys do – you don’t have to be gay to enjoy them – just be gay-friendly. 

And now, as they used to say on the old TV game shows: “Come on Down!”⇓

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A Difficult Call


Oh dear. I found myself in a difficult situation mid-week, and it is all due to (son) Leo’s openness.

‘Oh, Hi… is that Mrs. xxxxx?’

‘Yes. Who is this?’

‘This is Tony Cavanagh. Your son lifts weights with our boys in our cabin every morning before school…’


This is about Jude, a Canadian boy just over a year older than Leo, approaching 18 and who, like us originally, arrived here in TN because our fathers got assigned to the local US National Laboratory. Upon his arrival, almost the first thing he did was to declare that he was gay to anyone who asked. Leo happily accepted him into his ‘inner circle’ of fitness freaks – after all, with a gay dad, he could hardly object! Jude is the only boy in the regular group of seven early-bird trainers who is gay, so far as I know.


The other ‘difference’ about Jude is that he is an avid bodybuilder, whereas the rest are into weights just for fitness for other sports such as acrobatics. So, naturally, he is also part of the bodybuilder group in the private gym, to which we introduced him. As a member of two ‘lifter’ groups, they all tend to be ‘confidantes’, sharing things they perhaps wouldn’t ordinarily share with parents. Apparently, one of the older guys in the private gym showed Jude the social media page of an another gay bodybuilder – 19yo, I think – living about 40 miles away. Jude started corresponding with him, and is now convinced that they are in love. They Skype, posing for each other, that sort of thing. Now, they intend to meet, and the other guy has suggested that they film their first encounter – and I am pretty sure that sex is intended – ‘so we can enjoy it together when we are in our old age’.

Now, of course, this could all be entirely innocent. They plan to meet in the woods near our prized swimming hole, fool around in the water, get it together, and even maybe go for a private ‘play’ in nearby Cody’s basement of fun afterwards (Jude knows him through the gym here). Just two guys who really have fallen for each other over the internet and just want to ‘go for it’ – both apparently declare they are ‘virgins’ so far as gay sex goes, so can go ‘bareback’ – keen to compare their bodybuilding progress and work out together, as well as the other…


On the other hand… alarm bells ringing loud and clear!

I owe it to Leo, who really does have his head screwed on when it comes to sensing the right thing to do. The last straw for him and his mate Chris was that Jude asked them to operate the cameras. I had a question, though, considering that the boys most often trained naked, and that a group of sweaty, muscular boys, wrestling together and however ‘straight’, could be an almost irresistible temptation for a frustrated gay teenager:

‘Has Jude ever “come on” to you?’

Leo, slightly reddening said, ‘No’, and I believe that, especially as Leo then volunteered that Jude often got super-hard in their company and had sometimes suggested jerking off.

‘And did you’

Leo really red now, admitting to ‘once or twice’. Well, haven’t we all [guys that is]? But thank God for an honest boy, sensing danger for his friend and perhaps for anyone else getting involved in the ‘adventure’.

And good old Tone, sighing deeply, fishes out his phone… wondering how I get in these topsy-turvy situations…


I did have some advance information. Jude has an older sister who is now married, but had some big issues with unsuitable boyfriends in the past. Jude’s gayness, and his devotion to bodybuilding, are accepted by the parents. So it was really only the intended liaison that I needed to raise. After all, legally, Jude is a child.

Turns out they knew. Not perhaps that the two of them were planning unprotected sex to ‘consummate’ their meeting, perhaps, but they knew that Jude had found some sort of BB soul mate on the internet who lived the other side of Knoxville and that they planned to meet. Not that they were planning to make what amounts to a personal porn video, when it was far from clear what would subsequently happen to it. So I only really to express concern about what we had “overheard” the boys discussing (a little lie to look after Leo’s interests) and to make sure they knew.

I’m not sure that the lady really appreciated me passing on the message, though. Jude missed a couple of days morning training this week and was unusually subdued in school (he is in a higher class than Leo and the rest because of his age, so they don’t see much of him there anyway). But he showed up for training again at our place on Saturday and, apparently, the subject was not raised. I have indicated to Leo and his friend Chris that I feel the invitation to become a movie director should be politely declined, and they agrees with me.

I asked Leo whether he felt bad about me ‘snitching’ to Jude’s mother. He gave me the best answer I could have hoped for…

‘No, because that what I hoped you would do.’

Leo and his fitness-freak friends really do care for each other, and will do what it takes…


Readers will understand that I do not always use the real names of people in this narrative, especially younger ones, for obvious reasons. To be honest, in one or two posts, I have forgotten how the pseudonyms have been assigned, but I do my best!

And now on to less stressful things – presenting more fitness images and caring groups of guys. Enjoy!







cover1-thumbcover2-thumbPause for a little invitation from me. Much more on our life and times as gay acrobats and such nonsense can be found here: just click on my beautifully illustrated book covers for more information – they contain hints of what is in there – those mysterious Chinese symbols, the silhouette acrobatics, and the locations… – you can also get them in e-book form.


And now, back to fitness…







tumblr_oick8muyfq1thlx0no1_500tumblr_nvfwwyhnmj1tjailvo1_1280That looks like a success!


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There, But for the Grace of God…


Fitness. That’s what we promote here.

News of two people, both about the same age as us. First one is one of my oldest friends in UK, dating from the Colin era (end primary school!). Not best friend – that was Colin, until Dave came on the scene, but an old one nonetheless that I used to play a lot of sport with, camping, climbing a few peaks in Snowdonia…

On holiday with his wife in Croatia. Feels a little unwell, so she takes him to see a doctor in a taxi. Usual story – ‘You’ve got a virus, just take these to lower your temperature, and you’ll get over it.’ He didn’t. Two days later in intensive care in a Croatian hospital: final diagnosis Aggressive form of blood cancer and flown home in an air ambulance. Two months later he awaits a stem-cell transplant – but they can’t find any in his blood to take out and play around with. Just came of Skype – he’s like a ghost, can barely speak…

Not a bit like the active, outdoor guy I used to know…


Case # 2. Straight guy in our private gym: wife feels unwell. Hospital does few tests and says she has only a severe bacterial infection but – Did you always have that lump in your breast?’  Thought only to be a small lump… when they look closer it is huge and now they know it has spread to lymph glands, some of which are going to be removed. Horrendous chemo and radiation regime set to last over a year…

As some might say: ‘God strikes again!’

An interesting answer to the question ‘Why do more people seem to get and die of cancer these days?’ according to doctor friend Nate is ‘Because the dinosaurs are extinct.’ It’s not as daft as it sounds; in ‘them’ days, wild animals saw off many people by their thirties (us) and unexplained and then incurable diseases saw off a lot more. Now we have modern medicine and drugs, we all live longer – but have to die of something, eventually. We live long enough to enter the cancer ‘timezone’. Except that the two examples I give here are people in their thirties.

So, in a blog which celebrates and encourages male fitness, we need to take a moment to reflect that we lucky ones still healthy bodies (despite my own brush with God a couple of years back [DVT]) and we should both celebrate them and work to keep them as strong and healthy as possible.

Case # 1, by the way, has a home right under 415,000V power cables which fizz and crackle in damp weather. You have to ask whether there just might be a connection. But other blogs deal with that kind of stuff.

Let’s move on to more cheerful things, as I reflect on the less fortunate friends and colleagues and wish them a swift recovery. More fitness inspiration…






















And a ‘big’ finish! All-round excellence!




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‘Schmeissing’, Anyone?


Now there’s an invitation!

More ramblings from me on the subject of our family set-up and our chosen activities not being quite as eccentric as first appeared! Moving on from yesterday’s ‘multi-parenting’ issue, I return to so-called “Swinging London” for the next piece of evidence (“if m’Lud pleases…”).

I have spoken many times of our fondness, en famille, to do our private fitness training naked, and to go wild swimming naked. A while back, evidence emerged of naked weights/fitness sessions for guys in the UK capital, and we received a first-hand report from one of our readers that it was enjoyable and delivered exactly what it said on the tin – actual intensive training, and no ‘nonsense’.

Elsewhere, reports have been circulating lamenting the demise of naked swimming (except perhaps in The Netherlands) whereas in places like the ‘Y’ it was always the norm, and even in High School mixed swim meets! Now, a London-based newspaper, the excellent Times, reports on a “consultation” for change nobody wants at the Porchester Spa in the area of the city called Bayswater. For many years they have had nude single-sex swimming: now the powers that be want to reduce all of that in favour of clothed mixed sessions, and the members (both sexes) are up for a fight to keep things as they are.

Now, I grant you: boys in Speedos can look great:


…but boys without Speedos can look great too!



OK, some actually swim in jeans


..but they’re just weird, so we’ll ignore them.

There’s more. Numerous celebs are patrons of the Porchester Spa, and it is well known (I read) as the place to go “for a good schmeissing”. And, that, should you not be aware, is a Yiddish word for a good beating with a soapy raffia mop, or birch twigs as in Finnish or Russian saunas. Naked, obviously.

And there was I worrying about writing about our occasional adventures in Cody’s basement, feeling ‘horny’ and offering ourselves up for a little S&M pleasuring… and then enjoying a bit of TLC afterwards…


…but if the celebs in London say it’s OK, who am I… etc.etc.etc.!!

So, once again, we find that guys getting naked together for ‘sport’ of various kinds is seen as perfectly “OK”. Long may it last, and let us hope that the acceptance of it is not limited to Londoners!

cover-3-thumbcover2-thumbcover1-thumbAnd maybe, just maybe, the ‘naughty bits’ in my books, which describe a few ‘gay’ activities in between more appropriate acrobatic adventures (and non-acrobatic misadventures), are not so bad after all… even worth giving them a try, maybe? e-books too, if you must…

Let’s continue the swimming theme for the rest of today’s fitness-inspiration images – can’t offer nude swimming here because this blog is meant to be, well, “appropriate”!









Well, he may be only thinking about swimming. A pre-swim stretch now:


This next guy may go for a swim when he’s finished his handbalancing, although its a long way down to the beach!


This guy waited until he was there!


More beach acro…



Riverside handbalance:


And, after all the exertion (especially in salty water), a refreshing shower with a mate. Naked would be better, obviously, but then this is a public beach…






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Moms and Dads – The Right Balance


Teenboy at play. Not known to us, but no doubt well looked after by a mum and a dad and with an additional (average) 1.4 siblings. My own teenboy, along with Dave’s teengirl, are a wee bit special in that, since their births within three days of one another, they have effectively had two dads and two moms each. The two moms living together as a lesbian couple, and the two dads as a gay couple. Most recently with everyone in the same household. And the kids have grown up thinking of one another as brother and sister, although they are not.


Like the teen boys shown here (in pictures widely circulating on the internet) they have busied themselves with normal teen things – and some more unusual ones relating to acrobatics and sideshow stuff. But they have never been short of parents around to give care and encouragement, since all four adults involved here have effectively parented both kids. And they seem to have thrived on it, and grown up happily and confident.

I have been accused once or twice of making our lifestyle sound too idyllic to be even possible. Such critics probably haven’t noticed the bad stuff – like my DVT in 2014 for a start! Not always so idyllic! Fortunately, legs – and one’s self-esteem – can recover.


Now – for the point of this story, we move to Toronto. To a house where a guy lives with his second wife. Next door lives his first wife. The two boys from the first marriage live in both houses, sleeping alternate nights. All five individuals involved seem to be totally at ease with the arrangements. In parallel with our own situation, except for the gay angle, those boys have three parents… not four, because the divorced wife has not re-married. But they live together in perfect harmony, and everyone, including the second wife (step-mum) loves the boys. And crossing the shared driveway to collect a missing piece of sports kit before school (for example) – or to get help with homework – could not be easier.

So, multiple parenting is not unique to us. Good for them, I say – and since their whole story is coming out as a book by the first wife Brandie Weikle (“The Ex Next Door: A New Generation of Parents is Defining Life after Divorce”) and she has a blog… www.thenewfamily.com – you can all read about it if interested. And she positively promotes co-parenting after divorce – see link to a Facebook group – which has to be a good thing as we have watched the torment of Karla, my son Leo’s main love interest, over her parental feuding. Karla is now settling back in with her father after initially taking off with her mother. That brings her back to her old school, and to Leo, which suits them both fine.

Brandie’s blog promotes something else dear to our hearts too, which I’ll take up in the next post (Clue: FKK).

cover1-thumbcover-3-thumbcover2-thumbSo, what goes around comes around, as they say. To any kid that respects his or her parents, having more than two can only be an advantage! How exactly we came to create our own particular situation is all in these books, so you can research at your leisure and learn more about our gay love, our acrobatic career, and our misadventures. ‘Kindle’ versions are available as well as print books.

And from book promotion (the original main purpose of this blog) to male fitness promotion (the current main purpose!) – but do give books a try. They were quite common before i-phones and stuff took over… !


That is the same boy as the one in front of the red drape, back in his gym and stretching his back. Gymnasts must always strive for flexibility as well as strength. Here are two young acrobats making just that point:



Stretching with weights – good. Broken arm – BAD!




And now, combining stretching with balance, the next necessity for gymnastics:




Even the feet need to be stretched, as this balancing ballet boy illustrates for us:


Now let’s return to strength/muscle, and the creation of fine-looking bodies: here, for starters, the perfect athletic build…


Gym selfies are great for showing off your progress…


…while, for developing core strength, holding the ‘plank’ is a classic:


Climbing a rope is great for shoulders and arms:



…but don’t get confused which way is ‘up’…


Finally, let’s return to the gymnasium and put all this into practice on the parallel bars!


I’ve featured younger guys in this set of pictures, but older guys should not be put off. It works for us all!! And parents, if any are reading this: now go ahead an inspire the kids into some physical activity!




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1000+ And Counting: Celebrating with Daniel

The system just told me that I have passed 1000 posts. Perhaps I need a life, and should stop! But then we’d have even more time for the gym…


…and, as recently remarked here, perhaps we should devote our time to something different for a change. Get out of the gym, for example:


No, that’s not quite what I meant (but it’s damned ingenious!). No, I meant getting away from any kind of gym. Take up a new hobby…


(and thereby hangs a tale, but its not for telling here!). But then we come across ever more sporty young guys who mean to show us what they’re made of, and keep inspiring us. Young Daniel here, for example:


Daniel is a third-generation heavyweight juggler whose family comes from Russia – although he comes from Birmingham England.


Not only juggling –


– he combines it with acrobatics and balance…


The word on the street is he’s headed for Britain’s Got Talent next year, and has already done several other shows. Since we got a foot on the ladder with shows like that over here in US (not the dizzy heights of America’s Got Talent, though!!), we’ve got to hand it to the kid and his family for choosing the performing pathway.

cover1-thumbcover2-thumbcover-3-thumbWe used to work with a heavyweight juggler who performed as ‘Markus’ although his name was Eric – or perhaps, because his name was Eric, which somehow isn’t quite so showbusiness, especially when it is followed by Kaplinski. He got a few mentions in my first three books which chart our course in so-called show business – if turning a few somersaults and balancing on your hands can be considered show business! Clicking on the adjacent covers will reveal more.

So, unless Dave and I decide to go over to Eastern Europe and train as tram drivers (a fantasy I have nurtured ever since someone pointed out that I could indeed be  70-year-old Bulgarian tram driver for all they knew, and not  gymnastics coach at all), perhaps gym and acrobatics is here to stay for another 1000 posts. And a healthy helping of gay life thrown in.

Typical pictures follow, then!


Here’s someone else into show business (or some other sort of promotion, judging by the microphone):


Actually, I think it is a street workout competition. Some guys do that at night:


Call us weird (and folks certainly do), but we really like being shirtless in the dark, or in the rain, or in unexpected situations. Gives us a quaint sense of superiority or something, which is certainly not deserved!


And barefoot, too. 7 out of 9 on that in the next street workout session (one barefooter is very well hidden…!):


Here’s 12 vintage gymnasts:


Since we’re into statistics today, I could mention that this blog has had just short of 1,722,000 visitors in its lifetime, and the daily hit rate continues to grow steadily. So, even if we can’t quite decide what to do with the rest of our lives (see yesterday’s post), keeping up the postings seems to remain on the agenda!

Back to that great bare-chested feeling:


I can promise you, doing something strenuous shirtless, even in the snow, is a fantastic feeling, especially when there is a group of you to encourage each other. Those Russian soldiers certainly look happy enough!

And then, maybe just once in a while, this is for you:


Is he barefoot? I hope so!

Or maybe you’d prefer to get your thrills indoors, back in the weight room… these three gym bunnies may not look happy, but my bet is that they’re real proud of their results and just want to look tougher in the photo!


So, let’s take a moment on this statistical celebration day to with YOU “Happy Lifting”!!







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Best Foot Forward?


Dave and I lay awake in bed last night, having one of those ‘Are we going to carry doing this for the rest of lives?’ moments. I don’t mean that we were discussing ‘Shall we go out and find new partners?’ though! More like ‘Are we going to be satisfied doing gym coaching for a pitiful financial reward for the rest of our lives, or are we going to be more ambitious?’ It’s a good question when you reach that mid-thirties threshold.

And, while it may appear ‘clever’ to do this…


…becoming a brain surgeon would bring in rather more money for our pension nest-egg. After all, the kids are now 15 and will soon wanting to be leading lives of their own. Time for the dads to break free?

A hand reaches across and pinches my middle. The region where I am fighting with my body, which wishes to store a little fat for its future resource, and which s becoming harder and harder to fight off despite the exercise. My hand has a similar exploration. Dave’s body is embarking on the same trail.

‘We need to run more!’


Yes, and not just running up for a vault in the gym! We do like running but, in common with life in general mid thirties, the motivation is becoming just that little bit tougher. Exercise like this helps…



…this would be better…


…that most definitely address the mid section! But long runs will definitely burn the categories…so “Best Foot Forward!”

Which does not, of course, address the original “mid-life urge” debate. We have already decided to take a week or so away together, once our colleagues back from the Canadian show have ‘bedded back in’ to life in Tennessee and can take over our coaching demands for a while. But we can’t even decide where to go. TN is remote from the coast, which we rather fancy (although the sea in February is not at its most inviting!)… maybe a Great Lake shore? We’ll have to see. One idea is to visit our old friends who run an gymnastics center in Florida – maybe a bit of a ‘busman’s holiday’ but at least it is warm there!

Whatever we decide, we’re obviously both getting slightly ‘itchy feet’, needing to find a new road to explore…


So it’s gonna be ‘best foot forward’ in some way, but what? Time will have to tell, I guess. It would be a huge wrench not to be sharing our kid’s continued development, both in their acrobatics and showmanship and in general: also we absolutely love bring on the younger ones to whom (with their parents) we have obviously set something of an example in fitness and acrobatic terms.

cover1-thumbcover2-thumbcover-3-thumbI could, of course, aim to become a really famous author (!!) but you guys would have to help me out there by persuading all your friends to buy the books! A new book has been accepted for publication – a tale of a Native American boy failing to come to terms with his gayness, cast out of his community into the care of a spirit guide who causes as much mayhem as help… its a tragedy in the end, quite unlike the first three semi-autobiographical tales of life with Dave, the others, the circus and so forth. Watch this space for notes on the publication process for ‘Let The Future Find Me’ but, in the meantime, I commend the first three linked epics!

Just looking back at that last picture, perhaps it’s a pity that the guy’s ‘brick road’ is not yellow, aka The Wizard of Oz! Come to think of it, Ethan and Jack had a really great time in “Oz” and New Zealand – but just wandering off on a hugely-delayed “gap year” isn’t going to pay for the pension either! Out of ideas, we eventually fell asleep.

Meanwhile, we shall continue to promote male fitness here. Let’s see if the remaining images here can inspire you.















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Where Did That Weekend Go?


Gosh – needed that! I know how he feels – I’m off there next…

After the early-morning hi-jinks discussed yesterday, with Leon and Dane visiting from Lexington, our Saturday morning began as usual – coaching duties at the gymnastics center while they went over to the private gym for a brutal three hour workout, accompanied by my son Leo and his friend Chris and one or two of their mates.


Very kindly they bought the boys lunch, and, if the first 3 hours wasn’t enough, returned to the gym for some pre-arranged wrestling with Ron the manager and his friends, who are our star wrestlers. Since Leon and Dane are probably Lexington’s star wrestlers, the matches were technically very advanced, lengthy and equally matched. In the end, as he always does, Ron prevailed – we were just back in time to see the end of all that… some very sweaty and tired guys just emerging from the showers… ready to drop, actually:


In our lads-only environment (apart from a couple of “honorary boys” – very sporty girls), the wrestling had been conducted according to our usual dress code, as illustrated here…


That sorted, and with our family girls (and essentially, Clare who loves to cook for us all) still on the road back from the show in Canada, Dave and I took our friends plus Leo and Dave’s daughter out to eat before hitting the sack with everyone quite exhausted.

Today, Sunday, dawned bright but chill here in TN and we didn’t ‘waste’ time on this occasion before emerging from bed! Leo and (inevitably) Chris looking hopeful… ‘Swim, dad?’ Uh oh, that means the river. Well we’re used to it, Leon and Dane were up for it, but we insisted the kids – and Jaymee with her friend and Leo’s squeeze Karla decided to come too – we insisted the kids rode bikes so we could send them packing and stay on with friends Cody and Adge for the afternoon, as we had already planned.

When the river is warmer than the air, things aren’t too uncomfortable so long as you keep moving! No ice in Tennessee…


… we have done that once though, but only under a tiny thin sheet of ice that fractured if our backs touched it…


‘Come on in – the water’s fine!’

The one part of the Russian tradition we do often employ, though, is getting warm after the swim by lighting a bit of a fire:


Ate our lunch by the fire, sent the kids packing as planned, and wandered over to Cody’s. He’s the man with the “basement of fun” and sometimes it is actually possible to enjoy being tied up and humiliated a bit. Cody and Adge certainly enjoy it, and it passes the time…


…after which the six of us needed another swim to ‘cool off’ followed by Cody’s best coffee. Back home, Leon and Dane reluctant to leave, even though they faced a drive of more than 100 miles. ‘Let’s lift a few in your cabin, shall we…?’

Where, why am I not surprised, we find Leo, Chris and two of their friends already hard at it.


Dave and I suddenly remember that we have to cook, because Karen, Clare, Zach, Gary, Ethan and Jack are on their way from Canada in our tour bus, scheduled to arrive around 9pm this evening. Leon and Dane offer to stay and ‘help’, and we shall also probably be feeding Pete and Ivo when they come back from wherever they are. Hmmm. We’ve got about three hours and, if we ever want Clare to cook for us ever again (bless her!) we’de better get this right.

I think we’ve made it. The kitchen looks like a bomb hit it, but the smells from the oven are enticing. Leon and Dane had an early sampler then left for home, I’ve sneaked off to write this, and the rest of the crowd are hopefully cleaning up. It is going to be great to have the rest of the crew back here, although how long we shall have the ever ‘on-the-road’ Ethan and Jack remains to be seen.

cover1-thumbcover2-thumbcover-3-thumb(Pause while your blogger is forcibly removed to the kitchen to do “his share”…)

OK, I’m back. And I don’t think I can stay awake until that tour bus gets here… but I’d better.

The rest of this post is just going to be fitness pictures, then to inspire the tired and exhausted to greater efforts – on another day!













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69 Not Out…


And so we return, after various diversions, to the gay love theme in this post. And no, we’re not 69 years old, not yet! Nor are we still as young as these two guys – much as we would like to be. Mid thirties, in fact. Getting past it? Starting to slow down? Well, actually, yes, a bit!

But not too ‘past it’ to enjoy that ’69’ thing, when the opportunity arises. And when Leon and Dane come down from Lexington to stay for the weekend, that opportunity certainly arises!


Dave and I have a HUGE bed… this is America, and King Size means room for about ten! So there’s certainly room for four, and Leon and Dane, who like ourselves are part of the ten guys sworn to sexual adventures only within that group, there are opportunities. And it was that ’69’thing I awoke to this morning, Leon having burrowed down under the duvet to find… ahem… well, you know what. And I was quick to reciprocate, as you do.

It did not take long before our two bedfellows decided to join in the action, and not much longer before our confederates Pete and Ivo stuck their head around the door…

Sometimes, I’m amazed we still have the energy! I guess a little bit of this helps along the way…


…maybe a bit of this…


…maybe a helping of this…


…but most of the time, the training that really keeps us young is this:


Love, as they say, makes the world go around, and for us – five loving partnerships, each willing to share with the other four – I guess it still works! And the other two partnerships are coming back from Canada next weekend…

cover1-thumbcover2-thumbcover2-thumbMaybe, approaching 35 (arrgh!) one shouldn’t be quite so open about one’s love life any more. Unfortunately, I have ‘form’, as these infamous books have related! To all the ‘discovering gay love’ bit, add acrobatics (well, I’m not the least interested in football), circus tours, and some misadventures… click on the covers.

OK. It will be FOUR books before long, although number 4 is quite different (and a lot shorter)! Watch this space.

Meanwhile, some more partnerships to entertain you, starting with the younger generation:















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Training the Training Partner


Summer is coming. Yes it will! Unless you are in South Africa or Australasia of course, when it will shortly be going away. Tough luck!

We all want to look good, especially for beach holidays. A lot of guys fantasise about being the guy that turns all the girls heads (or boys, if so inclined!). All those locker-room selfies when you think no-one else is around…


Most then do nothing about it, and shudder at the thought of removing their shirts in public. Or they hesitate because they see themselves as ‘thin and skinny’. Strangely, many guys looking at themselves in a mirror see a thinner body than actually exists. We ‘thin ourselves down’.

But look what is possible, however skinny you may be at the start:


David Laid is a bodybuilder who is very prominent on the internet. He decided to do something about his body big-time, but we don’t all need to be bodybuilders as such. We want to become stronger, and look good. We want our bodies to work for us in whatever sport takes our fancy. And, for many guys here in USA at least, that starts with a few weights in the basement, or in a shed:


At this time of year, sheds can be cold places that don’t invite shirtlessness. Basements, which often house the boiler, are generally warmer. Now let me introduce a recent correspondent, who has started working out, usually with a friend (not always the same one), in a basement. They’ve been wearing trackies including tops, but this guy has been ‘inspired’ by all the talk of naked training on this blog and the freedom that brings, and desperately wants to give it a go, with his friends, but is scared to suggest it. OK, friend, not a problem. Let’s take it in easy stages.

First of all, be barefoot when you greet your friends. Always. I am assuming here that you are not stupid and will not drop weights on bare feet. I promise, that hurts, and public gyms usually demand trainers to be worn for this reason. But kicking off street shoes to enter a friend’s home is quite normal… just make sure that, in the basement, they lose the socks as well by following your example. And that is the key. “By example”.

First advice: shorts, not trackies. Gym shorts (i.e. short shorts) are best, but it is not important. Then warm up with a few bodyweight exercises – jumping, running on the spot and so on – then get stuck into some lifting together, ‘spotting’ each other to make sure there are no issues with dropped weights and so on.


When you are really warm, just pull off your own shirt and throw it to one side. Don’t be self-conscious… and Don’t make any comment – just carry on with the training. This is absolutely important: your friend will think that your action is perfectly normal and not worth you even mentioning it. Carry on lifting together and, after a short while, most likely he will do the same. Boys like to ‘conform’. Again, make nothing of it, unless he “asks permission” or something. At most, just say something like ‘Yeah, I prefer shirtless too’. Innocuous. If he doesn’t do it the first session, don’t push it. After about three sessions, though, where you have taken the lead and he has not followed, just throw in a remark like ‘Don’t you wanna take yours off too – feels good when you’re sweating!’ Which is, of course, perfectly true.


In our experience, in gyms and other scenarios too, shirtlessness is contagious. It takes just one guy to make the effort, and others will follow. This is very noticeable at the gymnastics center: a couple of boys are always the first to throw their shirts aside or roll down their leotard tops, then the others feel secure to do it too.


You work to make ‘shirtlessness’ feel ‘normal’ in your environment. In our home, when my son Leo has mates round and they retreat to his room, it usually looks like this:


Another idea is to suggest at the end of your training session together – ‘Let’s go for a cool-down run’ – and set off shirtless (maybe you better use your trainers, though we often don’t) – again making shirtlessness, and the willingness to be seen shirtless in public, seem like the ‘norm’.

It is also very important for training partners to have trust in each other. Not just in terms of ‘spotting’. Straight or gay or one of each, training time should be strictly about training. But touching one another should not be inhibited – things like just running a finger down your mate’s six-pack and saying ‘Starting to look good, Jack’ or whatever. You can also use each other for bodyweight resistance – simple things like sitting on your shoulders for squats or sitting on your back for calf raises. There should be no inhibitions about the arm around the shoulders…


…either in the training situation or when just together doing something else…


Yes, shirtlessness is fine even at night, if the location is warm enough!

01And, of course, it is natural for boys to engage in ‘fun’ wrestling – and you are already shirtless, so this will further remove inhibitions about ‘touching’.

So, a few training sessions in, in your basement or shed, with this mate we’ll call ‘Jack’. Time to make the final move and, before you do, make sure that parents, siblings or whoever aren’t going to burst in on you. It’s hard to lock a basement. Just say something like ‘Jack likes training with his shirt off but he’s a bit self-conscious…’ – no lies, but it is really you who doesn’t want to be disturbed at this stage. You’re already cool about working out shirtless together and making comparisons of your muscle development…


…and the two of you have developed trust so that you can be confident that neither is going to mouth off about the other. This time, you take the initiative and say something like ‘Jack, I’ve been reading about guys who train naked and say its a fantastic feeling. Do you mind if I try it today? Note, “I” – NOT ‘Do you wanna try it?’ You must make the move yourself. And do not ask your friend to do the same… again, lead by example. If he hesitates but clearly wants to join you, you can re-assure him. Jack, I know you’re not going to go tell everyone about me, and I won’t do that to you either.’ Read the situation carefully and, if it is clear that your intended action upsets him, leave it at shirtless and barefoot.

You could also compromise short-term with underwear…


…something Russian boys seem happy to do in public and with each other…



…and this despite being indoctrinated by the Russian state and their upbringing that ‘gay is evil’, so there is no association there of such images with ‘gayness’. They even appear naked together, and in public sometimes too, and not always in the warmest of situations…


My own introduction to training naked was somewhat more abrupt than described here, being invited by my now-partner Dave to join him, his brother and his brother’s partner in a training cabin which we still use every day after our teen kids and their friends have had their before-school session. You can read about that early learning experience here:


Just click on the cover to find links to the publisher – and there are e-versions of all three of my books too.

So, Mr Anonymous Correspondent – I hope that this helps you are your mate(s) to develop the trust and long-term friendship which can lead to sharing our training experiences as well as help you to develop the muscle and strength you obviously desire from your message to me. I finish today with a few more images which may give additional inspiration!




And, to finish, a ‘beach-ready’ body. Hurry along, summer!




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Facebook Makes My Point!

Yesterday, I posted a long piece about naked swimming being the ‘norm’ for boys in the 1950s, in UK to some extent and especially in the USA. I opened the post with an image which appeared in a US newspaper in 1952. Fast forward 65 years, and Facebook censored it!

All posts on my blog are shared with Facebook since shortly after I started.

Facebook showed me the picture it had deleted – OK, it had nude male swimmers on it – and demanded that I review about 50 other images for ‘nudity’. Back in the day, boys at swim meets were instructed NOT to wear costumes. Girls were present, and boys accepted their awards naked in front of parents – and newspaper photographers.

‘Viva’ The Netherlands, where all public pools after 8pm have a ‘clothing optional’ policy for mixed bathing. French beaches covered in topless ladies… French men forbidden to wear anything more than Speedos in public pools (board shorts are “Interdit”!).

And now, in 2017, we have masses of school boys scared even to take off their shirts in front of other boys in the locker room when changing for Phys Ed.

And that, gentlemen (and any ladies here!) is PROGRESS.

‘Progress’ – in Phys Ed – can be today’s picture theme. All shirtless, of course (deep sigh of despair).



Dave has just reminded me that Facebook famously censored an image of an 18th-century old master containing nudity – and had to recant after public ridicule. Exactly. But I have to say that their algorithm is pretty astute – and almost instantaneous: I posted the item, then immediately remembered something I wanted to add: I did the update in less than three minutes and then it wouldn’t share to Facebook for the update!


Other blog sites (and I regard Facebook as such, although perhaps I shouldn’t, but I don’t feel I want to give it any special status) are full of naked guys doing fully intimate things, often in moving gifs and videos. I could mention Blogger and Tumblr… occasionally one encounters a sign saying ‘image removed for violating policy’ but I would say that 99.9% of the stuff that I would never post here stays on those blogs.


cover1-thumbcover-3-thumbcover2-thumbYou can, of course, read all about our more intimate activities – as a clutch of gay partners and friends – and there are occasional mentions here but NOT images! – so I direct you to these erstwhile volumes which cover our discovery of gay love, acrobatic work, circus tours, the formation of Tuan Jie (check it out – gosh, it’s over five years now since I blogged about that) and so forth… somewhat more forthcoming perhaps than even those ‘moving gif’ possibilities! Click on covers for more information or search the net for the e-book versions.

And now, more ‘Phys Ed’ progress…
















And for the finale, a whole heap of fit young Russians. Or maybe Ukrainians. No nudity here then… but not a shirt in sight either. 7/10 guys – you could at least get into shorts, and barefoot! #1, #3 and #6 are at least trying. I wonder which body you would rate the highest – these are all street workout dudes: #4 would probably make the best acrobat but overall I think – #2.


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