Thanks for answering my questions, MuscleBound. I'm guessing you worked at a fairly big place in a fairly big city? I don't think it's as lucrative a profession in smaller cities.
...I looked a lot like an actor named Dolf Lundgren who you probably never heard of, but can look up on the internet...
I remember Dolph Lundgren. I had a bit of a crush on him after he played He-Man. I also liked him in Universal Soldier, even though his character was a crazy mass murderer.
We were not suppose to have genital contact but it was a private dance. I let them get me hard if they bought at least two songs in a row.
At the club I used to go you weren't supposed to touch the dancers, but the rule was somewhat vague and not evenly enforced. It also didn't go both ways, because the dancers regularly touched the patrons. It was not unusual for a dancer who recognized me to greet me with a hug, a kiss on the cheek, or by nibbling my ear. If the dancer was trying to seduce you into a private dance, they'd dance right against you, sit in your lap, or even grope you.
For private dances you could only touch the guys if they had their underwear on. Theoretically, you weren't supposed to touch the genitals at all, covered or not. However...
The first time I had a private dance was with a very well hung guy. He'd basically just gyrated his crotch in my face; his dick was so big he kept hitting me in the face with it. Every time he hit me he'd say "Sorry" but I'd say "That's OK."
The second time I had a private dance (with a different guy) I decided to try blowing on his dick. That got him hard...I leaned as close as I dared...mouth open slightly...he looked around to make sure the manager/DJ wasn't watching (he wasn't) and he put his dick in my mouth. The manager eventually noticed and turned out the lights to the private dance area so that none of the other patrons would see (even though the area was pretty well screened off). The manager later had a word with the dancer. He didn't get in trouble for breaking the rules, he got in trouble for not charging me extra. After the club closed, I took the dancer home with me. He doesn't work there anymore, but I still see him from time to time at the regular gay bar, and he always has a hug and a kiss for me...
The third private dance, no rules were broken, but the guy was beautiful and very seductive. We mutually agreed for him to keep his underwear on for most of the dance so that we could touch each other. He gave a pretty good massage. He also had one interesting trick: he put his throat against my crotch and
hummed. Very interesting sensation. Then he moved to Daytona.
The fourth, and last, private dance I ever had, the guy got hard and I "accidentally" brushed my hand against his penis. He took my hand in his, put it against his cock, and let me stroke him a bit. I lost track of time, though, and that dance cost me way too much money, which is one of the reasons I haven't gone back there since.