Dancing at The Grapevine
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Posted:Apr 8, 2024 11:33 am
Last Updated:Apr 8, 2024 11:35 am 279 Views
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I loved dancing at The Vine...
88...I was 23, looked young for my age, swimmers body, long heavymetal hair and completely clean shaven from adams apple to toes. A stereotype Twink in that day.
The cage I danced in was flimsy. so I couldn't rock out all crazy. The club played electropop early in the evening. I wore a g-string and just danced "on the spot" letting my meat swing. It was impossible to maintain a hard on all night, so when I was in a G-String I was usually flaccid.
At things changed - the music switched to more Goth or Standard Metal, and I could get naked.
I LOVED getting naked for all those drunk guys. They'd stare at my genitals and some would beat off. They couldn't touch or the club bouncer/coke dealer would throw them out. I couldn't arrange "dates", so instead would just ask them to stick around until the end of the night (they'd usually be too hammered to do anything then)
I almost always was hard or semi-hard after because I just loved dancing naked for these guys so much and the music was great to move to.
Soon I was asked to dance solo on The Big Stage.
That was a dream.
The first night, at , the music started. I did one tune wearing a pair of briefs, but had to take them off as my boner was stretching them and poking out the side.
On comes the tune "Lagartija Nick" Bauhaus. My favourite cock rock music. The sound guy knew that and cranked it.
The music is blasting.
Almost 100 Guys are yelling and hooting and whistling and screaming...
I'm naked....hard....rocking.....
AlI feel is the heat of the lights on me. and the blood coursing through my cock, which is so hard it feels like a cooked sausage about to burst its casing.
I'm dancing to the frantic music, cock swaying, bouncing and throbbing....
All I feel is my cock.....
Then.......
I spontaneously, hands free, blast four huge spurts of cum - right out into the crowd.
The crowd is absolutely shrieking....
I thought I was going to be fired.
but I didn't get fired.
I became The Weekend Dancer.
....but I never came on an audience again.
Man, I miss those days.
These vids were taken Rob, who also missed those days, and wanted me to try yo recreate it for him.
But the decades took their toll.
Still....
I love to dance naked for men, to have a man look at my body and genitals and like what he sees.
Then.....
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Cock Whipping
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Posted:Jan 1, 2024 4:28 pm
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2024 4:38 pm 906 Views
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Hi Tom - heres a scenario to imagine:
Were at your place, or my hotel room....wherever.
You are sitting naked on a stool while I dance for you.
You have your leather belt in your hand, with the buckle in your grip and several inches of the belt wrapped around your hand. About 20 inches, or maybe a few feet of leather belt protrude from your palm ready for you use.
You swing at my bouncing dick.....Smack - you connect with a satisfying thwack sound as my cock bounces off my belly and back down several times. I keep dancing....
Thwack....thwack...THWACK...THWHAKKKK....THHWWWHAKKKKKK......right directly on my hard dink...
Each strike gets progressively harder the point where you are winding for a powerful shot.
THWACKKK....!
As the music ends, I approach, and you grab me by the back of my head and force my mouth onto your pre-cum dripping cock for a rigorous throatfucking.
You thrust your meat into my mouth repeatedly.
After a minute or so of this you throw me down and take my stinging throbbing bruised cock into your hands and mouth, while I continue to suck you off.
What happens next? Any ideas?
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cockwhipping...
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Posted:Jan 1, 2024 4:12 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 12:52 pm 905 Views
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HELL YEAH I'd love to have some cockplay fun with you.
I imagine that I fly into your home city and get a really nice hotel room, preferably the top floor where it's more soundproof. I have my Bose GhettoBlaster with me and some dancing CD's...and some sexy revealing slinky
undies.
I call you up to tell you what hotel and what room to come to.
You knock on the door. I open the door wearing a housecoat and a pair of silky shorts that reveal a nice package outline.
I invite you in, and get you a beer or a of wine or Ginger Ale or something so that you can hydrate yourself after what is about to happen.
The Bose is positioned optimally and I have its little remote in my hand.
We can play my music or play what you want to see me dance and get naked to.
The lights are all off, curtains drawn, and a pole lamp is aimed at a spot where I will get naked and cockdance for you.
You strip to your undies and sit in the comfy chair.
Soon you'll be so hard that the undies wont be able to stay on.
I play a heavy dance tune - probably some sort of industrial electronica, and dance, wagging my meat to the beat.
The shorts unclip and drop to the floor.
I continue for a few tunes, dancing - my cock and balls waving and bouncing and twirling to the beat.
You are hard and naked now. I come closer to your chair and as the last tune is about to end, I dive onto your hard wiener, taking it balls deep. The next tune starts, it's a frantic rocker, and I suck you with rabid enthusiasm to the music.
You explode so hard that my tonsils move....
What next?
I have brought my favorite flail and whip, and you have a belt.
The tunes go back on. I dance close to the chair you are sitting in.
You strike away at my dancing cockmeat, and every so often you score a wonderful direct shot, right across my meat.
Then you take your belt, and this time you are pretty accurate with practice.
You whip my genitals until my cock is swollen and bruised, then explodes in a creamy mess... .
I absolutely love being cockwhipped.
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Hands down my pants
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Posted:Jan 1, 2024 4:07 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2024 5:40 pm 1457 Views
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Do you remember the first time a man stuck his hands down your pants?
I remember it well...I was . It has happened fairly regularly since then, and I am well past my youth, and it still feels just as exciting.
It can be gentle or done quite roughly, and it all feels great.
I love the first embrace, the first hint that something is about to happen. Maybe the man kisses me - maybe he just looks me in the eyes, or maybe he just grabs me and forces his hand down to my meat - It has all happened to me.
I love that first slow nervous feel of a hand sliding down my bare belly, under my shirt, fingers slipping past my waistband....maybe he undoes my belt buckle (if I'm wearing one) ...most often he just slides his hands down slowly down my clean-shaven abdomen and mons area, to the top of my dink and runs his thumb along its length as he cups my balls - maybe he just goes right for it and starts stroking my weiner....
I harden in his hands...
Maybe he has a sense of urgency or is trying to be dominant, and slams me up against a wall or down on a table, bed, or floor....and shoves his hands in suddenly and forcefully to grab my clit and ballsack with authority and mauls me savagely. Its nice too....I do like it rough sometimes.
What is your style? How do you like to start things off?
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Guitar lessons...
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Posted:Jan 1, 2024 4:02 pm
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2024 10:21 am 1040 Views
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I believe I was 19....or maybe a few years younger when I took my "Guitar Lessons" from Mr. Graham.
As soon as I got to his place, my battered Yamaha guitar was placed on a living room chair and we went downstairs.
We got naked....
I
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Remembrance Day
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Posted:Jan 1, 2024 3:58 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2024 5:40 pm 1562 Views
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Remembrance Day was a day to remember, alright.
I met a guy online, on a different site. We exchanged emails since Sept., but finally Friday I arranged to meet him as I had a day off work. Remembrance day.
Yes, I will remember Remembrance Day 2023.
I got to his condo around 2:30. I did not expect what I saw - he was in a wheelchair. That wasnt a turn off, just a surprise, as he never mentioned it. He explained that it was years since he had seen a naked man in person. "Im not naked yet"
"There's time", he replied.
He then said "Youre pushing 60 huh?" I felt a bit deflated...."Yeah", I replied. "You sure dont look it". With that I felt a lot better.
"You know the front man from Nazareth died a few years ago, huh?" Of course I did - I loved Nazareth. He pulled out a CD..."Hair of the Dog"
"I want you to dance to this"
"Good Choice", I thought.
"Did you bring some toys?" I spilled my bag of little whips and flails and a ball parachute and a few other things that never did end up getting used.
"Put this on" he said as he handed me the ball-parachute.
He sat back in his wheelchair stroking my flail while I installed the Parachute to my ballsack. The CD started playing, the first sounds were the cowbells at the start of "Hair of the Dog". Excellent cockdancing music.
."Dance!!" he ordered, as he smacked the flail into his palm....
I started out rocking naked to "Hair of the Dog" as he sat back and stroked himself. Then he wheeled his chair closer to me and began swatting at me with the flail as I danced, connecting several really nice stinging slaps right to my cock, which was thrust straight out. He kept whip ping me through the rest of the tune, stopping at "Beggars Day" to switch to a strap. He continued to cock-spank me as I danced.
I continued to dance, my cock still hard and by now quite bruised.
Throughout the entire album I danced and was cock-whipped by this large naked wheelchair-bound man.
The last song was "Please don't Judas Me".
When that song started he wheeled over close, put his arms around me, grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me in so that he could swallow my bruised and battered cock. All through the song he sucked me.
By the end of the tune I blew my wad down his throat.
He then tidied up a bit, invited me to shower, while he watched, and then I left.
What an interesting first date. I will call him. We'll do this - or whatever else he wants to do.
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Horny Old Bill
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Posted:Jan 1, 2024 3:55 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2024 5:40 pm 2140 Views
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Horny Old Bill called me on Boxing Day - the conversation was short. He demanded "Get your fukn big cock over here...Now"
Wow! nice compliment - "Big Cock". My dick is six inches long fully hard, Quite average, actually. I'm so happy Bill likes it. So I hopped in the old Honda and drove out into The Valley.
I remembered how he tore my clothes off last month, so I didn't wear underwear and made sure my shirt was unbuttoned when I arrived at his door.
Knock Knock....
Bill opened the door, grabbed me by the belt buckle and dragged me into his house without saying a word. He was wearing a housecoat.
Bill shoved his tongue down my throat right there in the doorway and shoved his hands down my pants and squeezed my cock.
I shrugged out of my shirt - no point in having him rip all of the buttons off yet another perfectly good shirt. I slipped out of my shoes and peeled my socks off using the big toe on the opposite foot, while Bill savagely yanked my belt off and pulled my pants down. He grabbed me by the cock and dragged me back into the little playroom he had built out of what was once an exercise room full of weightlifting equipment, but was now his private sex dungeon. The winch and shackle he had attached to a roof joist had been improved and reinforced with two telescoping metal poles that he had obviously scored used, judging by the funky condition of them.
Bill is a man of few words...
Bill put a collar on me. A Collar? What's this all about?
He pushed me down onto his old bench-press thingamajig and climbed on top of me, grabbed me by the face and squeezed my mouth open, so he could shove his slippery uncut cock into my mouth, and face-humped me like a pheromone-crazed animal for about a minute.
Then he got up to go get some rope. He flipped me over so I was face down, tied my hands to the underside of the weight bench, he didn't blindfold or ball-gag me like last time when he worked me over with his new e-stim machine, and I noticed that his shackle apparatus had been much improved since my last visit, Instead of a hickory axe-handle, he had made a 2X4 with holes drilled in it along about a foot of each end, presumably to control how far apart legs could be spread.
He proceeded to strap my legs as wide apart as the 2X4 would allow.
The middle of the 2X4 had notches cut into it so that it would balance in the centre as I was winched up.
I was winched up using some sort of tie-down strap, so that my legs were up while I lay face down on the weight-bench. It was a little uncomfortable until finally my spread legs had been lifted high enough.
Bill then just stood there and looked at me as my cock and balls flopped down over my belly, I could see how very hard he had become. For an old dude who claimed he didn't get hard easily, he was ramrod erect, cock all curved like a scimitar. I was pleased that he was so excited about what he was doing.
Then he went to a plastic bin and pulled out some cotton rope and tied it around the base of my man-meat, then around my cock, looped it in some sort of sailors knot and ran the other end through a metal ring on the collar he had put on me several minutes earlier, and jerked it hard before tying it off.
My cock and balls were now tied off and pulled down, exposing my spread ass.
He went to a bench and assembled a little assortment of things. The first thing he had when he returned was a wooden yardstick.
Whack...!
He smacked the yardstick down on my taint, just where my balls would have been hanging if I was standing. There is a little mound there which I understand is the root of my cock, near where it attaches with tendons to wherever in a guy's body his dink is attached.
He smacked that taint-mound area again. This time a little bit harder.
Then he smacked my cock.
Back to my taint for progressively harder strikes which he did about every 30 seconds or so, with about every 4th or 5th strike to my hard pre-cum dripping wiener.
With every strike I flinched, so that I sharply jerked my tied cock.
Wow! Stings so good...
About 10 minutes in the yardstick broke, and he tried a few strikes with his flail, before giving up on that as he could not get the thing to strike my taint and ass as he wanted.
He left the room and came back quickly with my own belt that he had stripped off me when I first came into his kitchen.
The belt worked just fine - he could place a strike precisely where he wanted, and he continued to smack my taint, asshole, and cock until I gushed my wad down my belly and onto the weightlifter bench.
He took a few more strikes to my cock just as I was cumming and bits of jizz hit my chin and the wall beside me.
He left me for a minute, watching me while he fondled himself, then came over and licked and sucked my balls and cock for a few minutes, as my hard-on slowly dissipated. He fondled my flaccid cock for a few minutes, apparently trying to get me hard again, but my dink was sore but happy, and was done for the day.
Not one strike had hit my sack, and having him suck my balls was wonderful.
When he lowered me down he flipped me over, got on top of me, squeezed the sides of my jaw where my molars were, so that I opened my mouth, and he stuffed his cock into my face, and resumed his thrusting. He came in about 90 seconds, but being an older dude, there wasn't a lot of cum. Bill often complained about how nothing makes him cum anymore, so I felt a sense of satisfaction that his play with me did it for him.
Bill doesn't talk much while all of this is going on, but finally he spoke - "I've got all sorts of things planned. Be ready.".
He untied me and we went to his washroom where we showered together and he tried once again to get me hard, I got very slightly hard as he soaped up my meat, but I just couldnt manage a full-on boner.
I was spent.
I dressed and as I was leaving Bill said "You heard me. Be ready. There's stuff I wanna do still".
I walked out into the unusually cold BC winter, and marvelled at just how warm my entire crotch and ass area was after that workout.
Man, it felt good....still throbbing after half an hour.
I wonder what else he wants to do? No doubt I will find out.
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I want a cockloving man to tear my clothes off
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Posted:Jan 1, 2024 3:46 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2024 5:40 pm 1502 Views
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I want a gentleman who likes cock. I love it when a man looks at my naked body and likes what he sees. I absolutely love it when a man cums on my dink.
I get a real turn on dancing naked for a man. Then to frot until we both cum. I love the feeling of a man grinding his cock onto my meat.
I love being tied spread-eagle, naked, sweaty and blindfolded, and a man skilled with a whip or a belt slowly whip my cock until I cum. The more trust develops, the more imaginative and extreme the cock torment can be. .
If I can give a man a Hardon, that pleases me immensely. If he cums on my cock, that is the finest compliment he can give me.
I love to get naked with a man, to striptease and cockdance for his entertainment, then get on top of him, get all lined up to frot the juice out of his cock, and the man reaches up and tugs on my dink.
I LOVE to get hard in a man's hands.
TEAR MY FUCKING GSTRING RIGHT FUCKING OFF...molest my cock and balls savagely. Squish them, pull them, slap them around...hard - slap my cock as hard as you can.
Tell me all of the things you want me to do to you.
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Mr. Pollock loved my cock
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Posted:Jan 1, 2024 3:38 pm
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2024 3:41 pm 2330 Views
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I was XX (I dont want anyone think I was "" when this happened me) and Mr. Pollock was our homeroom teacher. He also taught "English" and "History". During boring lesson on how Radisson and Grosseliers explored the Hudson’s Bay region of Canada, I drew a picture of a dick on a scrap of paper and passed it Brenda, was the town Pharmacists . She looked at it and promptly passed it to My Pollock, ratting me with " what Chris gave me". Mr, Pollock looked at me and asked "What's this?" "Modern Art" I replied.
"You're staying after ...."
Oh . I'll probably get the strap and be ratted my mom and dad.
After came. Mr. Pollock motioned for me stay behind. He glowered at me for a few minutes than said “come with me" and took me by the arm to the supply room, which was behind the cloak room in the schoolhouse.
There was no on the building but Mr. Pollock and I.
He showed me the picture again and asked me what it was.
Modern Art I again replied.
He grabbed my arm and slapped my hand with the wooden ruler that he had always at the ready.
“What is this, Chris?” he demanded.
Near tears I barely whispered ;....a dink! Its a drawing of a wiener...
Mr. Pollock said This is not the sort of thing you give a . Take your pants
I dutifully obliged.
Shorts too he demanded as he took a seat on a stool. ;Then lay across my
He positioned me so my bare cock and balls were directly above his.
he began the bare ass strapping. It hurt like hell and I wailed and squirmed piteously. He forced me down and I felt his cock harden beneath me.
I knew about hard on’s, and had already discovered the joys
of masturbation, so I just sort of knew what was happening to Mr. Pollock, underneath me.
"Mr. Pollocks dink is getting all stiff" I thought to myself.
He let me up.
"Stand there" he demanded.
I went to pull my pants up.
" them" he ordered.
For what seemed like an hour, but was a few minutes, I stood there, exposed to the gaze of Mr. Pollock, was not any longer so grim faced and stern.
He was smiling.
I stood there, shirt up around my armpits, naked from the waist down, pants down around my ankles.
;Come here, he softly asked. I obeyed.
He looked down at my cock, which was oddly semi-erect...I don't know why, but it was. After a minute or so of his obviously ogling my genitals he reached down and said "next time I will strap you here" and he cupped my penis in his hand.
He cupped it and then wrapped his grip around my shaft, and said "this is special" and then moved fondle my balls then stroke my cock a few times.
I got as Rock Hard as a year cold could get.
"You like this" he said. I looked at him and noticed a huge bulge in his pants.
Come here" he ordered "Sit" and he positioned me on his lap"
I felt his cock pressing against me in a weird and wonderful way, pressing up onto that area just behind my balls, an area I later came to know as my Frenulum, or Taint.
He moved around me and groaned a bit as he then continued fondle my cock and balls.
There was an awkward silence for a while as he shimmied around me and wheezed a sound that was like my made when I scratched his belly, and his stroking became more intense, and I came, in the cum-less manner of an adolescent hairless - first just the exciting sensation followed by the uncomfortable tickling sensation that I would later learn love.
I tried move away - he hoarsely whispered "No, this is what I do bad boys"......bad boys who draw pictures of their dink and give them girls".
He ushered me up after he finished with my cock, and quietly ordered me dress.
I dressed in silence as he watched, and I saw the dark wet spot on his khaki trousers.
"Be a good " he whispered, "and I will be very nice you" he said as I buttoned up my pants
"Our secret, okay" I heard as I left the cloak room. "Yes Mr. Pollock, it is" I managed to whisper as I left.
He smiled.
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Of course I continued to misbehave and over the next I was meted punishment and pleasure of a similar type, and as I entered my teems find that Mr. Pollock was also our Scoutmaster, began be invited his Spartan home for "Proficiency badge tests" where I leaned the importance of cleanliness by taking showers with Mr Pollock, after which he would "Test" my cleanliness by sucking my cock.
I had found the ultimate form of joy.
Now, decades later, I search for mature men like Mr. Pollock, despite that I no longer a teenage , as I have had a lifelong lust for mature men who love cock.
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