Yes, ‘Loving the Boy’ indeed! Moving to Portugal seems somehow to have made Dave and I newly aware of our love. I think that when we were in USA, although we obviously spent our nights together, everything was so hectic that we rarely had quality time for each other any more. And we also – willingly and wonderfully, shared our love – and our bodies, to be frank – with eight other like-minded gay friends under the umbrella of the Tuan Jie ‘collaboration’ which I describe in that first book.

Now, suddenly, we have time for each other!

Quality time. Last evening, I showered before Dave and, standing naked in the kitchen, poured out two glasses of wine. Portuguese, of course! I carried them up to our roof terrace. We’ve bought a weatherproof mattress to go up there so we can lie under the stars on warm nights, and last night was clear and, well, warm-ish. Not warm enough for the whole night, but certainly for a while.

Dave appeared up the stair, towelling his hair, and lay beside me. We found ourselves gazing into each other’s eyes… yes, we have time for each other now. I nuzzled his armpits – those pheromones get back to work so quickly – turning to caress his powerful body and – yes, those fantastic feet – tongue getting to work on those toes, hands (and then lips), moving on to each others ‘manhood’…

We tell each other how lucky we are to have one another and to share the same interests…

I roll on to him, hands clasped, chests pressing together, and our joint manhood getting its act together, jousting between our stomachs. The inevitable happens, and we just lie there, savouring the moment, lips pressed together and our tongues jockeying for position… later, we shall lick each other clean, sharing the protein and our wallowing in our love… until, about midnight, the cool breeze drives us downstairs to our bedroom where, arms clasped around each other, we drift off to sleep…

Sorry. This is beginning to sound like another ‘Mills and Boon’ style story – although I don’t think that they do the ‘gay’ bit. Maybe these two books, following on from the first, do it better!

Today – rain here, and much cooler. So office work and further gym installations… but still maybe a trip to the beach – after all, the water is the same temperature as ever (and warmer than our old haunt in the Clinch River!), and the rain hardly matters when you’re in the water! Nevertheless, warm sun and a cloudless sky would be better…

Now I need to supply your usual diet of fitness inspiration. Here we go:

Finally for today, a silent movie! You can either lip-read or fill in the words for yourself. I know what I think…

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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