Toby – Our New Gym Bunny

Cover1 ThumbMe and my boy, Dave, on our own in our training barn in Wales. He’s pushing me on, getting my strength back after being ill. We went through our stretching, a load of acrobatic moves, and then hit the weights. It is about 10am, and we’re not expecting anyone. We’re training au naturel, as we tend to do when on our own, so we put our little red light on just in case any of the other occasional gym users shows up. Just so they know…

We hear a car turn into our yard, perhaps a little uncertainly. Dave slips on my shoulders to peer out through the rather high window. No-one we know. A guy gets out of the car, holding what looks like a sports bag, looks around uncertainly. We grab our underwear, as there is a tentative knock on the door…

‘Er, hi. Heard there was a gym that guys could drop into…’

Our mate Neil runs this system for us when we’re in the USA. Anyone he approves of can just show up, leave a contribution in the honesty box and, so long as they leave the place tidy, that’s fine.

The guy stares at our sweaty bodies, takes in our muscles…tumblr_my2oosdMdD1r258uwo1_500

‘Guess I found it OK!’

‘Sure, er, come on in,’ says Dave. ‘Sorry, we’re actually the owners. Tend to get rid of the clothes when there’s no-one around… – I’m Dave, he’s Tone.’

‘Toby. I’ve been going to a gym in Llandod…’ [that’s short for Llandrindod Wells, about 15 miles away]… but its full of tattooed freaks swallowing supplements. Not my scene…’

‘Nor ours. Hey, come on in. We don’t really have rules except we like you guys to be clean and tidy. You wanna warm up and then get your kit off?’

Cover2 Thumb‘I guess you don’t enforce a dress code then!, grinned Toby, as he pulled his shirt over his head.

To cut things short, we made Toby very welcome, explained the contribution system, which is flexible – if someone is short of money, then pay less, or even nothing – and watched as he got stuck into a weights routine.

The guy certainly knew what he was doing, and he had an impressive physique in the first place. Mesomorph, and a tough covering of muscle. This guy has worked out a lot.

‘We’re gonna wrestle for a bit, over there,’ called out Dave after a while. ‘Don’t mind us, but if you need a spotter, just shout. OK?’

Toby was rather taken with the wrestling, which he hadn’t tried before. He eventually tired of his weights and asked if he could have a go.

Sure,’ grinned Dave. ‘Submission? You want to try oil? Would you rather we put our pants back on?‘ (for we had shucked them again fairly soon).

‘Haven’t a clue!‘ said Toby. ‘Whatever you say, ‘cos you’re definitely going to win anyway.’

Cover 3 ThumbWell, he tried the lot. And then, because he was not working today until the evening, we all went down to the town for a late pub lunch. We told him all about our background (click on the book covers!) and that we own the place but live mainly in Tennessee: he is working in a tourist hotel having recently moved to the area, and was missing the city gym scene which he had enjoyed with his mates. I doubt he is gay, but he’s certainly relaxed in other male company and we enjoyed being with him. He’ll be a regular in our barn from now on, and we’re sure he’ll get on well with the others that use it: he’ll meet them when his shifts change and he can get here in the evenings. In fact, he’s gonna drop in on Thursday afternoon and try a bit of acrobatics with us. Certainly he’s strong enough, and we’ll find out if he can tumble or balance…

That’s really what we love to do. Guys getting together in the gym…


OK, a bit of showing off, especially when someone new like Toby shows up…


Doing stuff together – it doesn’t have to be hard…


Toby has a few dumbbells and stuff in his room at the hotel, and he says he’ll definitely be keeping up the good work in between visits here.


This tale doesn’t really have a point, except perhaps to say that you don’t have to be gay to enjoy what we enjoy: male camaraderie exists well enough between straight guys as well as gays! Respect for what others have achieved is important, and encouragement and support is what counts. He’ll make loads of friends here…



A little more inspiration for us all, then:

sweaty gym dude

steve b


triceps pulldown

Don’t forget the fun…


Boys being boys!





Perfection almost guaranteed! Be proud of what you have, and then determine to do just a little better…


Great to know you, Toby…


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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3 Responses to Toby – Our New Gym Bunny

  1. Rob says:

    I need to find out where your gym is! I’m from Hereford and would love to drop by to work out sometime.

    • tonycavanagh says:

      Actually we’re back to USA in two days, and anyway it would be a marathon 140-mile round trip for you. I’ll message you privately, but one issue is that the house becomes a holiday let when we’re not here.

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