Sorry for the long gap in posts here. It’s been a pretty busy week. Acrobatics summer camp. Training for a whole group of guys and girls from some of the best around. For example, a handbalancer who is streets ahead of anything Dave or I could do even after our years of training… we had to work it out for ourselves, in any environment which offered itself:
…working on the ‘line'( and you need a much straighter ‘line’ than that to work hand to hand… (but that’s getting too technical!).
A little masterclass here from the famous Kalutskikh brothers:
The camp had lots more trainers in all aspects of acrobatics, and allowed time for doing things the ‘fun’ way too:
Anyone who has been delving into the earlier posts here, or has felt supportive enough of the blog to buy and read one or both of these, will know that Dave and I fell for each other, in a mutual discovery of our ‘gayness’, at around 17 years old. Underage then, in some administrations, but not in our home country (UK) where the legal age of homo consent is now 16. Now, at this camp, on ‘night duty’ supervising the activities of the guys, we came upon a group of four, who were clearly two couples, in blatant (shall we say) ‘exploration’. Ages around 17. So what to do? What to say?
Did we have a right to intervene, start issuing reprimands? Should we have turned a blind eye, so long as they did not disturb others? Dave grinned at me and whispered ‘Maybe we should join in and give them a few tips!’. What do you think?
We slunk away. Next morning, at the start of training, all four of them wore smug and happy smiles on their faces as we supervised their stretching. I did take two of them aside later and say a few words about protection. Then I told them what that slogan says and (bless him) one of them came back later to ask me how you knew if a guy truly loved you back. Only then did it strike me that he must have figured that I was gay too… although (unlike these guys below), we were careful not to let it show in front of the camp participants (at least I thought we were). Oh, and that’s ‘camp’ in the ‘training community’ sense, and not in the gay… oh, never mind…
Anyway, most of the guys at the camp just had fun hanging out together. You certainly don’t have to be gay to have fun with a mate:
I think that we’ve been very professional in our relationships with the participants at the camp, as coaches, counsellors, and in ‘duty of care’. As we always do in our public activities, we keep our sexuality to ourselves. Of course, back home, come nightfall and the call of Chad’s gym, well that’s an entirely different matter.
Like any other ‘straight’ trainers, we still rate the boys physical development and the skills they learn. But, as for ‘ogling’ – best do it here through our ‘Bonus Boy’ posts!