Crossing The Tan Line I like crossing the line.

Photo Source: Mix Ultralounge - Springfield, MO

"This is my side to here. Don't cross this line" my sister would say. My family took road trip vacations. My sister and I were almost always in the back seat of our car together. My roll was to be the annoying brother. And of course, when she drew her imaginary line, I immediately slid my butt over and across it. This would usually result in a loud vocal outburst from her, and then the expected, "Don't make me stop this car" from one of the parents in the front seat.

Photo Source: Share Nightclub - Las Vegas, NV

Things haven't changed much when it comes to lines. I still feel the urge to cross the line. I am constantly crossing lines in my life. The only difference is I seem to get by with it more often. And when it comes to tan lines on those flat male dancer stomachs, well, I quickly slide right past it, and go for the prize!

Photo Source: Men Of Skin - Kansas City, MO

When it comes to tipping the sexy male dancers I like crossing the tan line and placing the tip securely in the crotch area of their underwear. And while I'm there, maybe my fingers do a little dance of their own. You know, just a small dance of personal discovery.

Photo Source: Piranha Nightclub - Las Vegas, NV

If I receive a verbal outburst or reprimand, then I'll straighten up, and behave for a little while. But often, I receive a smile, particularly if my other hand has another dollar in waiting for the next tip.

Photo Source: Stockbar - Montreal, Quebec

What if there is no tan line, you might ask? Well, then there is always the hair line. And if the hair there, is bare? Well, then I let my fingers slide into the nether world behind the underwear until they can go no further, possibly blocked by an appendage.

Photo Source: LaBare Dallas - Dallas, TX

Yes, I am one of those tippers who tries to see how far he can go before he gets cock blocked. I respect a dancer's boundaries, but when those boundaries are not built out of steel or stone and therefore a bit flexible, I tend to tip a bit more and a bit longer. When it involves exotic male dancers, my hands have a mind of their own. They do like to travel.

Photo Source: G Lounge - New York, NY

I remember recently, hearing myself say, "I'm thinking I want to touch that. Yes, I do want to touch that." So, I did. And in that situation, I received a smile...so, you know what I did? I touched it again, and gave a little tug. Until next time, if your hand starts to travel, back it up with dollars...tip the boyz!

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