Morning has Broken…


Waking up in the morning means snugging up alongside my lovely partner, enjoying those special scents which mean so much to two gay guys, a morning kiss, tongues exploring, maybe getting horny and – well, you know. The first to go to the bathroom may bring back a ‘golden shot’ for each of us – stupid male bonding, I know… then hit the shower together before either haring over to the top of the yard for some early-morning stretching and workout  in the cabin or, as on this occasion, putting that off in favour of breakfast with ‘the family’.

Since Karen and Clare moved here permanently with Leo and Jaymee, there’s been a shift towards more ‘family-oriented’ breakfasts. Ivo and Pete are often away much earlier to do the before-school sessions at the gymnastics centre and, as school here starts around 7.30 in some places, that’s definitely pretty early! So, often, it is just the two mums (lesbian), the two dads (gay) and two extremely straight and frankly ‘normal’ kids at the breakfast table. That’s normal except for their dedication to fitness and our acro craft.



Actually, we’re sufficiently normal that, unlike this guy, we don’t normally do our training on the roof.

We also seem to be ‘normal’ enough that the homophobic family now allow their son ‘Ryan’ here very regularly to spend time with Leo and his mate Chris – often training, as Ryan is turning out to have a natural ability for acrobatics, and we’ve persuaded the family to enrol him formal sessions at the gymnastics centre.

Cover1 ThumbBut maybe not normal. For folks doing a huge amount of sport training, plus appearing professionally in acrobatic and fakir shows, wearing next to nothing and going around barefoot seems ‘normal’ (although it is below freezing outside as I write this, and we’re not idiots…) – but wandering around the house and going down to breakfast naked or in just underwear is common when we don’t have guests, kids and adults alike (except Jaymee now is becoming very clothes conscious now and has cast aside her infant habits). So we’re all sitting around the kitchen table dressed minimally yesterday when the doorbell rings – a very early delivery Cover2 Thumbman. Jaymee is still in her room: fortunately Leo at least has his shorts on ready for running to school, so he gets nominated to go to the door. Goodness knows what the delivery man would think otherwise…

…I’m sitting there in my underpants with a naked girl sitting astride me (Clare), being smothered in her bosom as she thanks me (yet again) for giving her the son we are both so proud of… nothing wrong there in a lesbian kissing a gay guy. At least, that’s our story and we’re sticking to it!

Cover 3 ThumbHow we all arrived at this strange situation can be found in these three volumes – just click on the covers for more information! A bit of adventure in there alongside all the gay love and acrobatic stuff.

timthumb2Dave and I do have a task today after breakfast, something we need to do at least twice a week. In our shows one of us supports himself from a trapeze by his feet and suspends the other ‘by teeth’ – actually each of us clamping our jaws hard into a specially designed rubberised mouthpiece, allowing the bottom guy to do various rotations and stuff. Tough on the neck as well as the teeth, and potentially serious if either of our jaws gives out!  So we have two of these rubber thingies suspended from a bar and we hang facing each other, bodies held in a star shape, to see who gives out first. We have vowed that the first time either of us gives out in less than four minutes, we give up the act as too dangerous. or if our teeth start to crack!! In performance, we can quit early if anything goes wrong – as soon as either of us extends his hands towards the other, we quickly re-grasp. For training, however, we need to clock up a total of 15 – 20 minutes before we finally quit, doing other weights stuff in between each attempt.

gator3Probably easier for dogs, who are probably less stupid than humans when it comes to exhibitionism… you don’t see dogs lying on beds of nails, glass or swords, now do you?

OK, some additional pictures of fit guys doing fit things, for your general amusement:







What an excellent picture of a guy doing his sit-ups in the early-morning sun on the beach!

Try using your house for pull-ups…another great exercise:


Of course, a proper gym is fine, especially if you get results like this:


Runners/skaters don’t need huge muscles – their fitness regime is cardio-vascular:


…and swimming is excellent exercise:


So there we are: time to start our day now – champing at the bit – literally! Our spells at the gymnastic centre today start after school ends, and at the end of day, there’s always something special to be looking forward to…



Quotation-Kiersten-White-man-Meetville-Quotes-211111Saliva-In_It_To_Win_ItC’mon then, Gnasher… let’s get our teeth into it…

…yeah, that saliva thing… the bottom guy gets bucket loads from the top guy – good thing we like each other! Just as enjoyable as the drink I started my day with…








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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