Boiz o’ the ‘Hood, Up to No Good…

Twice a week, Neil and his mates in the local running club get a night off from their girls to do their training. Last night was a bit special: four of them started their training run (12 miles!) from our Cefn Derwen with the intent of joining us in the barn after for a little wrestling. Neil’s been reading the books (see STICKY POST on home page!) and has become seriously curious about what Dave and I get up to…

Man-FeetDave and I prepared ourselves whilst they were on their circuit with an intensive weights and tumbling session of our own, so we were pretty sweaty when they got back. And, as we had powered up our space heater thingy in the barn, we had shed our clothes as we often do. ‘Mae’r drws yn agor‘ shouted Dave as we heard them arrive back, showing off his ill-gotten knowledge of Welsh. And the four of them piled in. Gosh, they were sweaty too and, after 12 miles in smelly trainers we kind of insisted that they used the footbath. But the sweat on their bodies was fine by us  – all set to have the male endorphins racing!

I slid my hands inside Neil’s vest and eased it over his head, sliding my hands against his sweaty sides. In fact I pressed my face into his wet vest before throwing it aside, savouring the essential maleness. I eased his shorts downwards too. ‘We’re all boys here, Neil, you don’t need these if we’re gonna wrestle.’ His friends needed some encouragement, but we got there. Six naked guys keen to show off their wrestling prowess or, as it turned out in their case, lack of.

Mycles 2We thought that they’de be knackered after running 12 miles, but these were four seriously fit lads. Just didn’t understand the ‘skills’ of wrestling! To start, me against a lad called Idris, Dave against Mike and Neil against his friend Dylan. Soon switched round, then all piled in together. An amusing reminder of a previous post on ‘Wrestling Farm Boys’.

Mycles 11With everyone VERY sweaty, Dave produced the oil, making things even more slippy and slidy. But fun. And straight guys they may be, but all this male contact didn’t stop them all getting seriously horny and doing what straight boys like to do when their girls aren’t around. Hmmm.

Then Neil wanted a demo of what gay boys do. Dave was huge anyway, sooooo…

tumblr_mg1ipyPAtL1r6vcvfo1_500And then when one of them said he wanted to take a leak, well, things got rather wet…

I’ll stop the description there, except to say that you can read more of this stuff in Loving the Boy and The Power of Love, although I fondly hope that there is more literary merit in them than simple descriptions of what randy gay lads do. In fact, it is an exploration of gay love coupled with some of our seriously mad adventures and scary misadventures in acrobatic performance.

When everyone had done what they needed to do, and we had chilled a bit, we still found the energy to push a few more weights around. Neil announced he wanted to push his bench press weight up, so I made the bench for him with my back on hands and knees, to avoid getting an oily mess on our proper bench. He’s never going to get the chest like this guy, being a runner, but he still pushes a mean bar…

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…in fact, Neil is more built like this guy:younglifter

But, to a ‘touchy feely’ gay guy like me, having Neil’s back working hard against mine, feeling the effort he puts in to pushing that bar… wow. And the mix of sweat and oil practically welded us together…

They asked Dave and I for some acro after that, but we were basically knackered and could barely manage to hold a balance…

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So after that we raced across to the house to shower in twos with what little hot water the Cefn Derwen plumbing can produce:

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(well, maybe not quite like that!) and then chilled out:

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A lot of fireside talk about what makes a good sporting body:

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…flexibility, in our case, for gymnastics and acrobatics…

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…that kind of horrified the runners but, then, the thought of running 26 miles on a regular basis for fun kind of horrified Dave and me!

The lads finally went home about 3 am, ready to start their farm work at dawn and then spend the following evening with their loved ones… and Dave and I retired to our own little ‘love nest’:

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Me in Dave’s loving embrace – that’s the place to be. The local Welsh boys can have their girls: we’re just not made that way.

One more strong lad embracing another, to finish this over-long post… well, I can think of less-comfortable scenarios… just about!

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Just mind where you poke that antler… Bye for now.

About tonycavanagh

Born Northampton UK; school Oxford UK and Oak Ridge Tennessee, where I met my wonderful partner Dave, also from UK. Oak Ridge is our main training base for acrobatics and circus stuff, but we also established a base in Wales (UK) to serve us when we are working in Europe. Our 'story', of finding gay love, learning the acrobatics trade and then of how we got shot at during our show (and worse was to follow - just to prove that the risks of being an acrobat are not always the most obvious ones!) are now available in my three books 'Loving the Boy', 'The Power of Love' and 'Against All Odds'. Links available on most blog posts. Actually, waiting for the imminent arrival of the first printed copies was far scarier than anything we do in performance. A fourth book - not about us but exploring the sadness of a gay Native American boy denied his true identity - is currently with an agent for evaluation. watch for 'Let The Future Find Me' in due time. And now to book five... another boy, another quest... seems its always boys...
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