Boys messing around on the farm… we love this painting! It’s been hot here for a few days and Dave and I have been helping Neil (who looks after our training barn when we’re away) and his dad with their haymaking. You need tough jeans for handling bales, but Dave and I inevitably went shirtless, the sweat pouring down our backs. It didn’t take long before Neil and the two brothers from a neighbouring farm who were helping shucked their shirts too, exposing their very pale skin (in comparison to ours) to the warm rays of the sun. Even Neil’s dad, in his tractor, succumbed to our example in the end, grinning to himself.
Taking a break at the end, the brothers started play-fighting and Neil, mischievously, suggested that we get them onto our mats in the barn ‘for a proper job’. Rather to our surprise, they immediately agreed, even when Neil, who has wised up to our ways, warned that they’de probably be expected to get naked. Well, sometimes it just happens spontaneously:
In the end, Neil came too along with another mate, making six of us. When they arrived, Karen was tutoring the kids with their balancing (simultaneous work on the balance pedestals), which kind of amazed the newcomers and required some explanations about who and what we actually are! – anyway, we banished the girls and the kids to avoid any embarrassment, and told our guests just to enjoy themselves. And don’t boys (of all ages!) just love a friendly fight:
We all wore shorts at first, but not for long: our submission-style ‘no-holds-barred’ approach seemed to go down very well…
There’s something really good about two guys toughing it out naked. There used to be a website out there “The Manly Art of Naked Wrestling” – sadly no more – celebrating that essential male cameraderie thing about taking each other on, one on one, with nothing between you…. with our guests – Neil and his mate around 23yo and the neighbour brothers 18 and 19 – we (at 28yo OMG!) found our greater skills matched by their greater energy. God, farm boys are strong… Eventually, we got the oil out to give them the ultimate experience, akin to Turkish ‘Kirkpinar’ style but without the leather shorts!
We’ll spare our friends blushes: this pic is from a commercial tape and the guy on top with the sweatband is ‘Thor’.
Anyway, a great time was had by all, although Dave and I had to hold ourselves back from finishing the bouts in the traditional ‘gay boy’ way until our guests had departed… but I guess we’re kind of outed now, and what goes on in the barn at Cefn Derwen in darkest Mid Wales (UK) will soon be the stuff of local legend. But we shall never operate our Welsh training barn in the way that Chad in Oak Ridge can run his private training facility, where gay guys can fully ‘go for it’ and everyone is sworn to secrecy. Here in our new ‘second home’ in Wales, that aspect of our lives must, properly, remain strictly private.
It’s all revealed in the books though! ‘Living the Dream’ – I guess we still are.