Okay, let me clarify... I went to stay at Le Club because I didn't want to deal with the stress of spending several days with Philip's mom and dad... not because they couldn't stand dealing with me. I know that must sound like I'm some kind of monster, but it's actually because I'm somewhat fragile in the mental department and there have been a lot of stressful things going on in my life lately, so I just knew I needed to "get away" while the in-laws were visiting.

Okay, so specifically, why can't I handle being around Philip's mom and dad? Well, you faithful readers know that Philip's dad has severe Alzheimer's and Parkinson's... which makes it difficult to communicate with him. That's the type of thing I might be able to deal with for a few hours, but not a few days. And Philip's mom, bless her heart, is one of those women who never seem to be exactly happy with whatever she orders in restaurants, so the way she let's the waiters know this makes me extremely uncomfortable... and even though she smokes and we constantly have to smell smoke on her, she claims her nose is so sensitive that we cannot wear cologne or clean our house with sweet-smelling products when she's visiting. I know it doesn't sound like a lot... but it's just enough to make me want to kill myself when exposed to for an extended period of time. So, to me, the solution was simple. I needed to make myself scarce. And staying at Le Club for several days in a row was something I'd been wanting to do for years... kind of as an anthropological experiment.

Le Club is one of my most favorite places on the planet. Yes, it's a bath-house / gym... but I've reached a point where I don't go there for sex (necessarily) I love the hot-tub... I love the sun-deck... I love working out, especially the treadmill. Seeing hot naked guys is definitely a bonus... and messing around with them is also nice, if that situation happens to evolve, but sex is not the reason I go there. I actually feel comfortable there. It's a totally gay environment... unlike a bar, there isn't alcohol served, which tends to keep the people sober (unless they come there drunk or sneak in booze)... and it's clothing optional (I'm kind of a nudist). I just love being there. It's kind of like a Calgon bath for me. It helps me escape the pressures of the day, if even briefly.

So after spending a good part of the day with Philip while he did his errands, he dropped me off at Le Club. My friend David (the musician) was there. We hung out and chatted for a while.

Later while I cut through the x-rated theatre room on my way to the stair-well, I saw a guy giving another guy a blow-job. The guy getting blown was seated while the guy blowing him was on his knees, legs spread bowing in front. This kid's ass looked soooooo nice. Later I ran into him and I said "your ass looked so delicious when you were blowing that guy." He was gracious and a few pleasantries later he was in my room letting me eat his hot hole! He was in his early twenties, swarthy skin (like he was Brazilian or something), amazing green eyes, perfectly smooth (except for his legs and ass), stocky muscles.

A while later when I went to grab a few minutes in the hot-tub I met a guy (Wayne) from Ft. Lauderdale who could've been a frat-boy or Falcon model. He was muscular, semi-hairy (except for his shaved balls), handsome face with a slightly large nose (I love that)... dark blond hair, fair eyes. I brought him up to my room, rimmed him, blew him. He was very vocal (as in moaning, not dirty talk)... and that really makes any sexual experience so much more fun.

But the best part of the night was when I saw a guy who looked like a hot, young Gary Sinise when I was just getting done with my work-out. He was getting out of the shower and his beautiful body first caught my eye... he had itty bitty nipples, which I love... then I saw his huge cock flopping around as he dried off with the towel... then I noticed his face looked amazingly like Gary Sinise's. But he didn't seem to notice me... maybe since I was in my work-out togs.

The Gary Sinise look-alike passed by my room later and I was just standing there, in a towel. He noticed me this time. I asked him if he'd like to come in a see the honey-moon suite (I was staying in room 300, the nicest room at Le Club). He came in. He was so sweet. I was able to examine his beauty... close-up. Yummy!

Another notable thing about tonight was that I saw a friend from college in a porno (under the name Bruce Banner... he's the bald muscular guy on the cover of LAID FOR WORK). My room had a t.v. in it, Le Club provides a steady stream of porn on one channel. I finally figured out that I could change the channel and watch normal t.v., too!

And that was my Friday, January 16th, 2004.

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