It is usually my boy Leo and his confederate Chris that make the waves at Junior High School here: usually with their enthusiastic, shirtless and frankly brutalist approach to physical education! To the dismay of their classmates, most of the time, since half of them appear to live on burgers and fries and spend their waking lives watching screens.
But now, it’s Jaymee’s turn. In the girls’ Phys Ed classes, she gets used regularly as a demonstrator – considering that she’s trained as an acrobat (with us), attends artistic gymnastic classes regularly, and inherited lanky but sports-mad power-genes from Dave and from her mum Karen, this is hardly surprising.
So, the classmates (boys and girls) divide in their opinions about our offspring: half green with envy at what they can do, and the other half, fearful of the ideas that our kid’s examples might give the Phys Ed coaches!
Two of Jaymee’s best friends in class are of the ‘Burger King’ variety – their families appear to eat little else. But the girls have asked Jaymee to help them get fit – which kind of gets us involved too, at least at the start, because someone needs to talk with the parents! And we are, kind of, qualified – not in slimming exactly, but in fitness at least!
And let’s be clear – we may be a group of gay guys here but we have no issues with fit girls joining the team!
Indeed, as the books relate (here I go again), it was actually Karen who ‘assessed’ our suitability to join Chad’s famous gay-friendly private gym in the first place, all those years ago! And, sweaty from training, she had her ‘top’ off when she did it too, which alarmed Dave and I in no small measure at the time… but we moved on!
So, we wish Jaymee (and her friends) well – I think (with our considerable help) that she will be a good teacher. A pity that she’ll be absent for three weeks over Christmas in Wales with us – since that’s the ‘eating season’…
And now, for my regular gay guy readers, let’s redress the balance with some fit young men:
Now that’s more ‘our’ scene – guys working with (and on) other guys!
(‘Wow’ to that one… just ‘Wow’!)
Who needs a bar to work out on when you can find two other guys on the street?
Of course, twelve more guys to encourage you is even better:
But your best mate should always come first…
…especially when it’s time to relax!
Good luck, Jaymee!