Wrong night club

It was a sad rainy day. My aunt died and we went to the funeral to see her off. Everyone there was dressed in our native Celtic dress. All the men and older boys had Kilts on and the women had pleated skirts. After the funeral we were told to go to a club where drink and food were waiting. My mother didn’t want to go so she went back home. Not wanting to turn down free drinks I went with one of my uncles. We didn’t get the name of the club, just directions and told we couldn’t miss it.
We decided to stay in our clothes and drove to the neighborhood where it was, we pulled into the parking lot and seen a club all lit up. Figuring that this must be the place we parked and went in. I made my way to the restroom while my uncle went to the bar. Coming out of the restroom I noticed the dance floor. Guys were dancing with guys. I realized that were in the wrong place especially while wearing kilts. It must have been a sight, the two of us in what most people call skirts. I went to the bar and seen my uncle talking to one guy while three others stood around him looking. Before I could get to him it was to late, he popped one guy in the mouth and kicked another.
The manager and bar tender came over to see what was going on. I explained to them we were supposed to be meeting some people, I don’t think that this is the right place. After everything settled down, we had a drink. My uncle wanted to leave but I told him since we were already here we may as well make the best of it, and besides there might be a few others showing up. Sure enough a few more people came in, I showed them where we were sitting. I went to the bar to order drinks for everyone. While standing there an older man came up and stood next to me. He asked if it was true what a Scotch man wore under his kilt. I asked him what he heard, he reached up under my kilt and I felt his fingers touch my dick. &#034Well, he said it is true, he wears nothing under it&#034 I asked him if he had a problem with that, knocking his hand away. He said quite the opposite, everyone should wear one. I carried the drinks to the table and joined my friends and f****y.
A few minutes later he came and asked if he could join us. He pulled over a chair and sat next to me. After a couple of shots and a whiskey I don’t mind him next to me. While we talked and him asking questions about where we were from, I feel a hand on my leg. The waitress brought over a round of shots and beers, turned out our guest had ordered before coming over. Not protesting about his hand being there, he moved up slowly till he had his hand at my crotch. I looked at him and he smiled. Not bothered by it I opened my legs allowing him room to feel. He wrapped his fingers around my dick and balls and gave them a squeeze causing me to jump. He whispered to take it easy while holding my dick. I looked around the table and seen no one paying attention to what was going on with me so I sat back and asked for another beer. By the time the waitress made it back everyone was ready to leave. The man handed me his number and told me to call him later. As I stood up he ran his hand up my butt and squeezed it.