Bedtime Stories


Anyone reading my books…

Loving the Boy: ISBN 978-1-907732-30-0

The Power of Love: ISBN 978-1-907732-41-6

Against All Odds: ISBN 978-1-908645-35-7

…could get the impression that the gay ‘celebrations’ go on 24/7. Well, maybe that was ‘then’, but this is ‘now’, 15 years after the start of us gay guys getting together. We’re older! We get tired easier! Even with seven of us in the ‘coven’ cooped up in our tour bus with the circus, cleared for action any which way, as it were, the ‘day job’ takes its toll and it most certainly is not the ‘gay sex romp’ that you might think!


One might say… “if only!” The day job is a seven-day-a-week job: training in the mornings, a show in the evening and, on three out of the seven days, a show in the late afternoon as well. Except when we’re on the move, which is just as tiring. So, after the evening show, we all feel absolutely ready to crash out on our bunks. After a good shower…

shower off

… after all, acrobatics, tumbling and all the endurance stuff is a bit strenuous and we’ll all end up sweaty and sticky.

And that’s when the ‘fun’ starts. Our bus doesn’t have showers. So it has to be the diesel-powered communal ones. And we never can get there first. There are clowns, covered in gunge and greasy make-up. The horse riders, sweating heavily under their costumes and smelling slightly of dung. Jugglers get sweaty too. Even the band, done up in white shirts and black jackets, sweat buckets in this southern humidity we’re still experiencing.

seriously sweaty

So there is always a queue or, as our American colleagues would have it, a ‘line’. It would be good if we could get in there in groups…


…but we can’t. Two tiny booths – that’s it. You stand in line, just wanting your bunk, and thinking how much better things could be if only you were at home…


No sofas to relax on here, though. There is seating in the bus but, with bunks fitted for up to 10 people, and space reserved for training activities like dumbbell work, it is very limited. There are some ‘coach’ seats up front for when we’re travelling, but sitting in rows and rather upright is not like your sofa!

Eventually, we do all get through the system, but no-one is really in the mood for anything except sleep. No bedtime romping; no bedtime stories! Just zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZ!

Of course, I dream. Firstly about my beautiful partner Dave, with whom I’ve ‘swopped’ duties. And, since I am a gay guy, often I dream about guys in general. Guys with great bodies who are fit. Like these…










So who needs a bedtime story, if your head is full of this stuff? And there’s always the morning to think about, when everyone is horny, it’s cooler, and there’s a little free time before we need to get stuck into training again…





About tony

Born Northampton UK
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