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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Zach and Gary

As I indicated in a recent post, our oldest gay friends Zach and Gary, founder members with ourselves of the ‘safer sex’ Tuan Jie brotherhood, are joining us here in Portugal for a while. Zach to work as a masseur and both of them to work with us in shows utilising Zach’s acrobatic and tumbling talents alongside Gary’s participation with additional endurance feats based around his many years of ferocious martial arts training.

Like this guy here, they are both devoted gym bunnies!

Zach is a few years older than us, and lost gay friends to Aids in SoCal. He became concerned for Dave and I when he met us, to the extent that he proposed the ‘closed group’ thing which we have adhered to ever since. Once Dave and I figured out what we both felt we wanted to do, he was our first conquest and vice versa!

You can read about that in Loving The Boy.

Zach is a half Mexican, half Italian American and did not know who his father was until the stranger events given in my next two books started to happen. The Power of Love and Against All Odds. Upon that discovery, and although he had adopted a different name from the one his mother gave him because he hated it, he went ‘underground’ again for a bit and things became complicated. Fortunately, all is well now. The symbols for Tuan Jie appear on the covers of those books in celebration of a wonderful caring relationship: the group extended to its current ten persons, and we’re really looking forward to getting back together with at least these two!

Zach has worked on and off as a masseur for a local salon in Oak Ridge which has just been sold after many years of ownership by the wonderful ‘Maisie’, who has allowed him to slope off with us from time to time to do circus tours and other stuff. He decided it was time for a change and was delighted when I let slip that our resident Russian lady masseur was throwing in her towel…

Gary, Zach’s partner since just after the foundation of Tuan Jie, has been a reluctant banker in a suit for the past 18 months and is taking a vacation ‘…from which I might not return to work!…” We all wait with interest to see what he decides: as an only (and obviously gay) child he has had difficult relations with his parents, who basically threw him out of his home. Zach was his lifeline, and the rest is history. He has trained his kung fu to the highest level, and will be balancing on his stomach on one spear point during the act as well as getting his chest and stomach run over if we can figure out how to get a suitable vehicle into the arena. But, if he stays longer term, he is going to have to find a suitable training centre and, frankly, something else to do to earn more money than the shows alone will provide. We’ll have to see.

And after that little history lesson, a nod to our own training regime for fitness and acrobatics. The usual picture gallery follows. Some sturdy lads showing off or doing their thing!

…and some more bar boys doing their “other” thing!

Other bar boys are more conventional in their group pix!

A man taking a breather! We’ll do the same, with a final ‘teaser’ from my new book which is published next Thursday:

OK, this was it. He gauged the distance to the first bridge pillar, which he could barely make out although it was just a couple of feet in front of him. He would have to work by feel, going really slowly around all four sides of the structure so that, if he encountered anything unexpected, he wouldn’t trigger it. He found that he could just stand on the bottom with his nose above the surface, holding on with one had against the slow current whilst feeling carefully above and below the waterline with the other. It took him about five minutes to complete the circuit and satisfy himself that there was nothing sinister to be discovered.

            He glided silently, under the water, across to the other pillar. Here, the water was slightly deeper but, holding on with one hand, he followed the same methodical inspection. Ducking repeatedly below the surface, he was able to check the second bridge support right down to the river bed, as he had done on the first one. Nothing.

            Now all he had to do was swim back and report. He stepped forward , taking a lungful of air before ducking back under. Then his right foot banged into something. Not attached to the pillar, but nearly submerged on the river bed, right next to it. Oh, now what could that be? He ducked under and felt carefully with his hands. It seemed like some sort of metal box: he could feel a lid and a clasp on it. Something thrown off the bridge, or dropped accidently? No, it was right under the bridge. Shit. This changed things: unless he could satisfy himself that the box was innocuous, or otherwise, his mission would have failed. There didn’t seem to be any wires leading upwards to the bridge, though: if it were a device triggered when traffic passed over the bridge, surely there should be… His mind raced.

            His other foot then stepped upon something rather sharp, some sort of lever. Just audible above the gurgling sound of the water, there was a faint ‘click’…

To work out how that fits in with the extracts I offered you previously about the outcast Native American gay boy on a quest… buy the book!

Let The Future Find Me: ISBN 978-1-784653-23-1

Now, as you were… training the Tuan Jie way…


It’s a good way to work on your balance, too…

But, maybe more conventionally, especially if you are likely to be disturbed…

Outdoors is good…

…and a final three random guys to make up our usual 20 images.


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Beyond Weird (And a Bit of Weather)

I thought that I would start off with something a bit eye-catching. Just for a change.

Since Hurricane Ophelia passed us by and headed for Ireland and the UK, I have been in touch with my parents who decided to go down to our place in Wales and batten down the hatches for us. Right now, it’s rather windy but also sunny intervals, as Ireland gets an extreme battering along with the western tips of Wales. However, apparently, this morning was just downright weird.

When they got up, it was still pretty much dark when it should have been light. Not a breath of wind, just a warm clammy atmosphere – almost as hot as mid summer. Everything appeared yellow. And, when the sun rose high enough over the ridge of hills to east of our place, it was barely visible through thick high cloud and was deep red. The UK TV is saying that this was due to smoke from forest fires here in Portugal plus dust from the Sahara, driven up north by the force of Ophelia’s winds.

So pretty crazy weather all around – not to mention the wildfires in California. And we have the people of Ireland, California and the north of Portugal in mind as we are thankful that ‘Cefn Derwen’ appears to have missed the worst of the storm.

Notice I put that name I quotes. I’ve just had to admit to a friend who went in search that it is not the real name. After all, we don’t want hoards of fans seeking out our little private home (if only!!). But, discretion being the better part of valour (or something) I decided to disguise it (in Welsh) after our former home in Oak Ridge TN – a sort of ‘in joke’ that one or two readers of my books might appreciate.

Or not. Just enjoy the pictures then, with some really good news (for us at least) to follow (actually, this next picture is a bit weird, too):

…whereas this is just FUN:

So is this, in its way, but needs a bit of practice:

OK – back to normal now. Just some good results from the gym:

Just a little reminder now of why we’re here:

Loving the Boy: ISBN 978-1-907732-30-0

The Power of Love: ISBN 978-1-907732-41-6

Against All Odds: ISBN 978-1-908645-35-7

Let The Future Find Me: ISBN 978-1-784653-23-1 

The fourth of those books is out on 26th October and is the tale of a cast-out gay Native American, guided on a quest into the unknown by largely spiritual influences (good and evil) and a desire to find his true love.

Which introduces the subject of Zach. Not my ‘true love’ – that’s Dave, obviously – but one of them. One of the “gang of four” initially that chose to follow his advice and avoid any risk of sexually transmitted disease in our gay lifestyle by closing ranks and keeping it always ‘within the group’. His idea: his name – Tuan Jie – a group which has grown to ten (plus ‘the one who got away’, our good friend Richard, who subsequently found true monogamous love with CJ in Florida).  Since being in Portugal, Dave and I have certainly “enjoyed” our own company while deeply missing our former Tuan Jie mates. And then a wonderful opportunity came up. The masseur (from Russia) decided to quit.

That’s what Zach has done for the last 20 years, and he’s damn good at it. He was also in the group that introduced Dave and I to professional-standard acrobatics. He’s agreed to come over “for up to two months” to cover the masseur vacancy here at the vacation centre and, even better, his soul mate Gary, who has been unhappily back as a bank employee for the last eighteen months (‘I need the money’), is coming too. His days in a business suit, his evenings and weekends training kung fu. Every atom of Gary’s body is rock hard… and they both performed regularly with us for years – and will do so here. Gary’s the guy who can balance on his stomach on a single spear point. He says he’ll stay four weeks (he’s due that much vacation anyway) …‘and I might not go back!’

So we’re going to have guys we can share ourselves with, living in an adjacent apartment and sharing ours and our roof terrace, working for the same organisation as us and appearing in shows with us.  What’s not to like?

Not entirely a surprise for us, since as soon as the impending vacancy came to our attention, we’ve been working on everyone involved! And, “on balance”, the best news we’ve had for a long time. On which subject…

I suppose it is a bit weird to do handstands in a subway car… but why not train on a train?…

…but wait. He’s cheating! his knees are hooked over the handrail! And he has a TAIL hanging out of he back of his shorts!! Beyond weird!!


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Ophelia Passes Us By

When I posted my previous, we were on hurricane warning here in the Eastern Algarve. It never happened, thank goodness, and we have yet another sparkling sunny day. The jet stream scooped her up and drove her north – straight towards our place in Wales! That’s the new thing to worry about – we’ll see happens on Monday night I guess. But its the folks in Ireland that are set for the wildest weather, followed by the western isles off Scotland’s Atlantic coast.

Here, we’ll potter on as normal, offering you some inspirational fitness images to enjoy with your Sunday lunch (or whatever you do). And remind you of my forthcoming fourth book – mercifully (one might say) shorter than the first two!

But first, let’s enjoy… a possible confrontation! Nah, I’m sure they’re best mates really…

…although it could lead to…

…which is, of course, huge fun…

But, probably, it is more likely to lead to…

…which to me looks like a bit more of a love in than a fight! After all, what do we gay guys most enjoy?

And, second to that, probably, the gym!

So let’s have a few serious workout results:

Just a quick pause here to take stock of what is in the books:

The first three chart our discovery of gay love, our launch into professional acrobatics and circus and the adventures and misadventures that produced. Let The Future Find Me, published on 26th October, follows the uncertain journey of an orphaned Native American boy cast out of his community for exhibiting gay tendencies, and the subsequent pursuit of his love. All can be found as e-books as well, although I commend the feel of an actual paper book. The ISBN details for ordering are given here and you can also click on the covers for links.

Loving the Boy: ISBN 978-1-907732-30-0

The Power of Love: ISBN 978-1-907732-41-6

Against All Odds: ISBN 978-1-908645-35-7

Let The Future Find Me: ISBN 978-1-784653-23-1

A little teaser from Let The Future Find Me:

Three Rivers sat on the trailer step in the moonlight, thinking. The circus camping area was set up rather like the old days of his tribe, the wagons more or less forming a defensive circle around the shared facilities. The area was silent now, and seemingly deserted. The entire company, except for Noa and Cara, should be asleep. The desire to use the knife was even stronger now: voices in his head, vaguely familiar but not heard for a long time, were urging him on. He pressed the point of the knife against his skin, unconsciously adjusting the angle to make sure that the entry would be clean, drew a deep breath, muttered a few words of his native tongue to himself, and eased the blade deep into his stomach. Barely any further sound passed his lips.

            Out of the darkness, looking on from behind a nearby van, a voice that the boy did not hear in his trance-like state, said ‘Fuckin’ hell!’ And Jed turned away from the sight and loped back across toward his own, unkempt, trailer.

For the context of that, and of previous quotes… get the book!

And now – on with the show! Whenever possible, do it with a friend! Whether it be just showing off…

…or showing off with a bit of skill thrown in…

And a whole group of fitness-minded friends is even better!

Yes, make sure that you enjoy the great outdoors as well as the confines of the gym! Here on the Portuguese coast we’re in the sea most days!

Not completely sure what they are doing or where they are, but it looks like the sort of summer camp we’ve been working in the past two summers.

Back in the gym, just having someone else available to spot your weights is both desirable and kewl!

On another front, we’re looking forward to entertaining two of our great mates from over the pond shortly: we’ve secured jobs for them here for a couple of months at least if they like it. And, as Tuan Jie devotees (one of them started it for us – check the old post or the books!! ), that means we shall be in for some serious gay fun! More about this turn of events next time.

And finally – a line up of possible fun from these models in their jeans. Well, almost all in their jeans… bye for now!



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Oh… Ophelia!

The amazing run of continuous blue skies and wall-to-wall sunshine which we have enjoyed here in the Eastern Algarve may be about to come to a sudden end. We have just had an official warning that a hurricane – Ophelia – instead of heading for the US as normal is on course for the Iberian Peninsula… and then on up the western side of the British Isles! This, we understand, is an extremely rare event here, and everyone is watching the updating weather predictions with some anxiety. At the moment, it seems that will hit further up the Atlantic coast of Portugal, but we have been asked to make sure everything is well secured by the weekend, just in case really high winds do strike. Any rain would probably be welcome – resources are getting pretty thin in the water department…

But, meanwhile, the sun continues, with temperatures headed up to the high 20s (C) 80s (F)!

…and everyone here will be continuing to make the most of it…

…doing what they need to do…

We noticed this next image with interest – even in the cities, with space at a premium and with high rise buildings, outdoor fitness facilities are becoming quite common:

For those of you not so well endowed with sun, this is all maybe too much. Someone asked how our colleagues back in TN faired with the tail end of Irma… the answer was, in their eastern part of the state, it just got a bit wet and windy. Enough to drive everyone to do their workouts indoors…

Workout done and weather not too good? Time to chill out with a book on some of our favourite themes, then…

…or with the forthcoming take of a Native American boy trapped by his sexuality into walking out of the life he knows into the great unknown wider world…

…and then to enjoy the remaining pictures of great workout results!


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At Your Service

We are, it must be admitted, in the service industry. Here (in the eastern Algarve) to provide fitness facilities, advice and encouragement to our visitors, plus some entertainment on selected evenings. And through this blog, too. A regular commenter (on the previous post) laments that he doesn’t see enough naked barefoot gymnasts here. I assume by ‘naked’ he means shirtless and in shorts. Actually, it is true that almost all of the gymnasts posted in that post were wearing socks.

So, as ever happy to oblige my ‘readers’ (as any author should!), we’ll begin with some barefoot gymnasts, all from Andrey Telitsyn’s “stable” in Chelyabinsk. That’s Andrey, above left.

OK so far? And now, to serve my own interests (as author of another book, about to be published), another ‘taster’…

            With extraordinary care, Meteor  straightened up and walked over to the gate. He judged that the boy’s weight was securely balanced on his back. He could jump the gate if he wanted to, and the mares watched expectantly. But that would probably buck the boy off. Strangely, though, the gate stood open. Problem solved. Randy had not re-fastened the bolt properly in his haste to get on to the phone and so, with a quiet whinny to his girls which meant ‘You stay right there, I’ll be back real soon’, Meteor walked gently and carefully out of the field. And then realised that he had no idea where to go.

            Which way?

            A prairie dog seemed to appear in front of him, looking back over its shoulder as if to say ‘Follow me.‘ And so a curious procession of phantasmic dog and a strangely calmed stallion bearing the precious burden of an unconscious boy set off, in a roughly north-westerly direction.

            For four hours, Meteor gently carried the boy away from the horse farms and the Kentucky River. Three Rivers passed in and out of consciousness: his blood loss was severe, although it did stop flowing after a while, but the right side of his abdomen was a mess. In his conscious moments, he knew that he had been careless and had done serious damage, something his tribal training was supposed to have prevented. But he still had a pulse: he could hear it, banging around in his skull, throbbing between his ears like a steam hammer. So this was not his time to go. Not yet. He let the blackness descend, again. Rest would be the only cure.

Eventually, Meteor stopped, in a small clearing with a clear stream trickling through it. It seemed to be a good place: he knelt again, and the boy slid off.

            ‘He’ll be safe here,‘ said the prairie dog, which appeared suddenly in front of the horse. ‘There are herbs here: he’ll know what to do.’ The dog took care not to appear to the boy. ‘We must leave him here to rest and recover. I’ll show you the way back.’

            The horse nuzzled the boy, who now lay on the ground, and the boy reached up and hugged the horse’s neck, tears streaming. ‘Thank you, Meteor. Thank you so much. You really were my “star”. But now, you must go back to Randy.’

            ‘Yes, I’ve unfinished business with the girls. Now take care, my friend, take care…’ Meteor pushed his muzzle into the boy’s face once again, as if to brush away the tears and, after one last hug, the horse raised his head, turned, walked out of the glade and out of our boy’s life forever.

ISBN 978-1-784653-23-1 [Vanguard Press]) Out October 26th: http://www.pegasuspublishers.com E-book will also be available

And, with that, we will leave the gym behind for the great outdoors – but the boys stay shirtless, inevitably!

And finally – “we aim to please” – one more with bare feet!

Actually, ‘shift’s’ almost over and it is still beautifully sunny and hot here… I think we might well go down to the beach ourselves for a bit!

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Winding Down a Bit, with Added Gymnastics!

More than one correspondent has pointed out that “perhaps you’re trying to do a bit too much.” Well, they’re right, and we’re looking forward to our forthcoming break once Alfredo and Seb return (it is a coincidence that they’re both off at the same time, and one we maybe should have avoided. Management lesson #341…!).

However, our appearance in shows while they’re away is low key (they are part of our ‘act’ now), and that will continue, with visiting ‘artists’ replacing us, until we have returned as well. Although ‘return’ is probably not the word, since we’ll continue to live here but take a few trips around some more of Portugal we haven’t seen yet. Oh, except for the book launch (grin from Dave.. “self-inflicted injury!” – quite).

Pause to mention book launch once again. LET THE FUTURE FIND ME: ISBN 978-1-784653-23-1 [Vanguard Press] – available 26th October. Another extract next time.

OK. There are slightly fewer people here now than in the high summer, which takes the pressure off a bit. Assisting people with their weights training is still fun, and getting in our own training during the day rather than having to do it all before 7 in the morning is a nice change from “the old days”. But still missing coaching gymnastics – the nearest decent club to here is actually in Spain, and there is the small issue of a language barrier to be overcome if we were to be in any way effective. And possibly a civil war, although Catalonia is the other side of the country! Anyway, time will tell…

…and a few gymnastics pictures here to get us going will help!

We seem to be getting a lot of Nile Wilson here: but then you can’t have too much of a great British gymnast!


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Two Million Today!!!!!!!!

No – not two million books sold (although that would be nice, and you can play your part!). Today’s Milestone is TWO MILLION VISITORS TO THIS SITE. It’s taken a while, but we’ll pass that point today, so a huge ‘thank-you’ to everyone who follows or visits, whether it be to find out about books (unlikely) or to enjoy the fit boys (much more likely!!).

The above book, #4, is a ‘stand alone’ tale of a gay boy unsure of his place in the wider world, in love but angry with himself for being so and who may – or may not – be re-united with his first and true love. Guided along the way (or maybe mis-guided) by a spirit prairie dog and very much influenced by the beliefs in other worlds and the wisdom (?) of ancestors… and with a magical ability to ‘connect’ with other animals, on one of which his life will depend. It’s out on 26th October from Vanguard Press and you can pre-order using the ISBN 978-1-784653-23-1 .

And now to the real business. Fit young men, enjoying the muscle, strength and skills for which they have trained. Enjoy!

So good to have your shirt off in the snow!

Enough for now? OK, one more!

Wait, we’re celebrating today…

Time to just ‘chill’ in the autumn sunshine!

Back very soon! Just hang in there, and keep reading…

Loving the Boy: ISBN 978-1-907732-30-0

The Power of Love: ISBN 978-1-907732-41-6

Against All Odds: ISBN 978-1-908645-35-7


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Tough Boys

‘Tough Boys’. Today’s theme, since this is what the small group of Portuguese lads (and two girls!) from the local beach ‘fight club’ have told us they wish to call themselves. In English, which is fortunate as we’re really struggling to come to grips with the local language. Inspired by their friends Alfredo and Seb, who work here with us and appear in our shows wielding the sledgehammers for breaking concrete blocks on us and so forth, the lads came for their firs intensive weights session yesterday, and informed us that they ‘want to do everything you do in the shows’ – which means they’re presumably up for bed of nails and the rest. Seems we have some work to do!

The evening beach fights – bare-knuckle boxing / kickboxing / wrestling / whatever NHB! continue year-round apparently, with diving into the sea after being the customary finale. We were rather surprise to find such a group into fitness in our new locale, since most groups of local youth we come across are seemingly just smoking / drinking / and drugging for all we know. So spreading the fitness bug, at least to one small group, can’t be bad, and it is earning a little money for our gym budget – fortunate, as one or two items, particularly cable pulls, are beginning to show some wear and tear already.

We’re beginning to show some ‘wear and tear’, too, after nine weeks of intensive effort here running gym training and doing acro/fakir shows during the peak tourist season. We’ve managed to organise a show schedule without us in it for the next couple of weeks, and will be taking some time off, covered by Alf and Seb, and then we cover for them for a two-week stretch. Probably just explore locally, although I do need to make a flying visit to UK in connection with the launch of a certain book…

It’s about a Tough Boy, as it happens. A boy so disturbed by the unwelcome reactions to his sexuality that he doubts his very existence, more or less, and commits himself to exploring the great outside world largely alone, except for an argumentative spirit guide. Whether he gets to find true love you’ll have to read it to find out – release date 26th October from Vanguard Press (no link available yet): ISBN 978-1-784653-23-1.

Here’s a teaser!

The boy, shirtless and barefoot, sat motionless under the tree, oblivious to the shadows lengthening around him and the chill developing in the air as evening began its slow transformation into night. Since lunchtime he had been there, moving only once to relieve himself against the same tree trunk.

            His face displayed no emotion, no indication of the turmoil which had occupied his brain for the previous twenty-four hours. Indeed, his face seemed almost serene, calm. And, indeed, he was calm, now. He was close to reaching the decision which would immeasurably change his life forever. A decision he had never imagined he would have to make, but which was now unavoidable after the events of the previous afternoon – a catastrophic chain of events for which, he now admitted to himself, he had been entirely responsible. And, yet… was he? This was one of the several debates which had raged in his mind. What had occurred had seemed to him entirely natural. So why should it have resulted in such a dramatic reaction from the elders in his community? But, inside himself, he knew the answer to that perfectly well.

            I call him a ‘boy’, partly on account of his youthful appearance and partly because, in my world, we use the term rather generously to describe young men well into their twenties and, as we become older, we tend to carry the term forward to mean anyone of our own age or younger. But this was, indeed, a man of just over nineteen mature years. Naturally dark of complexion, his shirtless habit in all except the very coldest weather had added a deep and even tan. His dark-brown eyes, seemingly unseeing and looking into the distance, yet noting even the slightest stirring in the grass, conveyed no emotion either… indeed, they conveyed an impression of serenity which totally concealed his true feelings. His hair, jet black, was both full and long. Very long, in fact, with much of it collected into a ‘pony tail’ tied with a leather lace: the tail, and the end of the lace, extended down to the small of his back. If you were asked to guess his age, you would probably have put it at no more than sixteen.

So you can see that this indeed the boy on the book cover… More ‘teasers’ will follow.

Back on the general ‘tough boys’ theme, the conversation with our local lads made Dave and I reflect on whether we would ever have been called ‘tough’. In our dads’ day, boys at school appear to have been evenly divided into the ‘hard’ (the sporty ones always up for a fight) and the ‘pansies’ (the rest), with any boy thought to be eyeing up another in the changing rooms being taunted with the chant ‘Osc, Osc’… since Oscar Wilde was a ‘wild Oscar’ according to the English Literature master, if you take my meaning!

In our day the school environment seemed to be more tolerant, with more ‘categories’ if you like: my oldest and then best friend Colin (straight) told me years later that, at the age of ten, he knew I was gay (I didn’t) but didn’t give a damn. I was his friend, so whatever? That’s so nice to know – especially as he still is a close friend and his son likewise with mine.

You don’t have to show a fist to be tough – although it does make a good picture:

We think that the ever-growing gym culture makes guys think well of themselves without the need to show aggression. The vast array of web pictures surely confirms that, and we celebrate that fitness here with a further collection of the best web-finds showing young men who are proud of the results they get from their training. ‘Up all the Tough Boys!’

Tough dog, too!

So there we are: a collection of nice ‘tough boys’ to hopefully inspire you. And, if you really want to be a tough boy, with Winter coming on n’all, you could try this:


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The Learning Curve Continues

There is an Austrian boy we follow on Instagram, ‘Andy B’, getting down to business with the dumbbells. Good for him.

I broke off the previous post rather suddenly, realising that we had an urgent meeting with the managers of this vacation centre which I had overlooked. An important step forward, as it happens.

This place in which we find ourselves resident and playing key roles in gym management, fitness sessions and evening shows, was set up under strict Portuguese planning rules. It caters both for families, on the one hand, and adult couples and groups of assorted sexualities on the other, essentially keeping the two groups apart. It also offers all visitors the option to enjoy naturism, which I would say about 35% of the visitors take up. However, because of that, and its tolerance of GLBTQ+ (etc) partnerships, it has been to keep ‘control’ over what goes on and who is party to it. So far, so good.

As a gay couple, Dave and I can surely sign on to that. However, the reality is of course that an increasing number of local folks work here, in all sorts of capacities. Dave and I are among the very few employees who actually live on site: local people have local homes to go to. So pretty much everyone around here knows precisely what the place caters for, and we would be the first to say that it is managing its responsibilities very well  and offending no-one.

There have been several potential issues, though – not least some of the more active local folks wanting to partake of the facilities – pools, gyms particularly – themselves. Anyone who works here can do  that anyway, so it is a question only of friends, family etc. having reasonable access as well, and having a system where they can be admitted and pay something for the use of the facilities. The management started out with a mindset that any visitor had to be sworn to silence… I think the Russian influence in management had something to be done to that. But nothing illegal happens here, so far as we know!

The issue involving ourselves relates to the lusty lads led by employees Alfredo and Seb, our gym co-hosts ad latterly showbiz partners too, whose local “fight club” lads (plus a few girls) welcomed us into their beach fight nights and made a pitch to get access to our gyms. Initially the response was ‘no, this place is private’ but now, with the general relaxation that has set in, the management has relented after discussing it with Dave and I the other night. A limited number of local young fitness enthusiasts will now be welcomed (for a small fee each time – fair enough) to use the gym facilities at a specified time twice a week when demand from the ‘inmates’ is at its lowest. The deal is that Dave and I are responsible for them while they are on site – fair enough, we’ll do that – and it will be on non-show nights since we cannot be in two places at once. The timing will coincide with dinner, when very few people seem to want gym facilities.

A lot of happy people, now. They won’t be able to get access directly – we have to let them in – and out. A bit of a bind, but its all in the spirit of developing youthful fitness, so why not? And, please remember as you scroll through this blog, that although the majority of pictures of indeed on ‘youth’ fitness still counts when you’re in your eighties and most definitely prolongs life. In five year’s time, we’ll be halfway to that particular goal… awful thought! Probably not still doing handstands then, either!

But who knows. We have followers here who are doing regular weights sessions in their late 70s and early 80s. We know of guys still doing quite skilful gymnastics moves at the same age.


And, with that, more pictures and some book opportunities follow. The books offer insights into our own fitness history, along with circus work and assorted adventures. Not to mention the ‘gay’ bit, but you don’t have to be gay to read. Just be understanding that there is an alternative to boy/girl relationships which some of us find natural.


This book will be published by Vanguard Press on 26th October…

…order your copy now! ISBN 978-1-784653-23-1

Now – you’ve been in the gym, right? Go check out a few of your own pictures, and send them in!




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They look for sure as though they have something to celebrate. Well, so do we. Two major milestones in relation to this blog are looming – one in about a week, and one in about a month. The second one is a book launch: the first, well, I’m not sure the exact day it will happen, so “stay tuned!”

In the meantime, please continue to enjoy these well-built specimens of manhood!

Have to stop for now… gotta run!

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