I woke up on Martin Luther King, Jr. day and went up to see if the sun-deck was warm or chilly. There was a hot, hairy (almost like a Northern European version of the very Italian Jonno) guy. I offered to suck him off. He came to my room and we toasted the rising of the sun.

:-)

I did my treadmill... and sundeck. My tattooed friend Sparky was there, too. I've been wanting to film his beautiful body ink since I first met him... but today it finally happened! We went to my room, I sucked him, then I fingered him... and almost got my whole fist in... we just didn't have the right lube! Watch for this scene on Pueris Collection # 40.

Later I saw Jim Buck again, in the shower. I still find him so hot...

I eventually worked out (not counting the three or four times a day I did the treadmill) with the weight-machines. My dear Alex Leder was there.

THE OPRAH WINFREY SHOW was about how American's should all eat half-portions because we're too fat. I agree with her and I'll try to get Philip to do that, too. I do believe we eat too much... and if we just split whatever we eat that should cut our restaurant tabs in half! Philip and I sure do love to eat, so we'll see how long that lasts...

After a brief nap I went back down to do the treadmill again and saw my friend David (the musician). I spotted him on a couple of strenuous arm exercises. David is so cute.

Just as David was finishing up his last rep, a dark-blond hottie entered the gym. He was so hot that all eyes were immediately drawn to him.

Later, this dark-blond god (who kind of looks like this porn star... only with a more contemporary hair-cut, more natural shade of blond... and totally shaved smooth) was sitting in the hot-tub... so I talked to him... and the next thing I knew he was in my room. He has not only the face and body of a porn actor, but he also has the cum-shot of a porn mega-star! It was extremely copious... watery, but still white... gorgeous. I'm almost certain I've hooked up with him before...

I knew that the dark-blond hunk (who got that sexy bod from playing tennis in addition to lifting weights) would be the last person I'd "study" in this sociological, anthropological, illogical, gym / spa / bath-house / hooker-hotel experiment. I started off and ended on very high notes.

My conclusions:

If I'm bored and there is sun on the sun-deck... I'll lay in it.

If I'm bored and there is nobody on the treadmill... I'll run on it.

If a hot guy needs a rim job or blow job... I'll help him out. But I'm quite capable of abstaining... because I passed by many opportunities to mess around... and even though I inspired numerous orgasms, I did not have ANY myself. That was a conscious decision... just to see if I could.

The cute guys start arriving at midnight on Satuday.

The vending machines will run out of food you like.

And every second of dealing with anyone other than Philip makes me so much more appreciative of Philip. I love him utterly and I sorely missed his company.

So, when Philip called around 11pm saying that he wanted to come get me tonight instead of tomorrow morning, I jumped at it! I packed, lickity-split, and exited Le Club for the first time in four days. I felt like I was being released from prison... or maybe a bit how Dorothy felt when she woke up from that technicolor world back into the familiar, sepia-toned Kansas. Only it was backward... I was coming from monochrome into full-color. I was going back to my best and last love... Philip!

We came home and immediately fell into our routine... we cuddled on the sofa and watched the SEX AND THE CITY (hello Jason Lewis!) which Philip had taped last Sunday so we could watch it together.