I was visiting a friend in a major city in Europe and my friend wanted to go dancing at a gay night club.

We had a couple drinks before we got to the club. I don’t remember how I ended up sitting on a barstool at at a high top table with a muscular bald white guy. My friend was on the dance floor nearby while this leather daddy-looking man started talking to me. It was loud and I could only hear him ask if he could buy me a drink. I said yes, I was flattered and I was a little turned on by this guy.

While I enjoyed my beer, I felt his hand on my thigh. Clearly he was flirting with me and I didn’t mind. We tried talking over the loud music and this forced us to get closer to each other. He got more daring and I could feel his hand circling the waistband of my pants.

This motion got my cock hard. There were tons of people around us, but we were the only 2 at this high top bar. I felt him pop open the top button of my pants. I pretended to ignore it and drank my beer. I felt his hand pull open more buttons of my fly. I was tipsy enough where I wanted to see how far this flirtation would go.

He told me how handsome I was. And with that sentence I felt him grab my cock. He pulled down my underwear just enough for my cock to bounce out under the table. My eyes widened and I grabbed his wrist. He stared back at me and winked, he spoke into my ear “I’ll be gentle”. For some reason, this was enough to relax me. I let go of his wrist and he started to stroke me. He knew how to handle my hard uncut cock and pulled the foreskin down enough to make me moan. I pretended like nothing was going on, but he was making me precum with his hand. I could feel him using my precum to massage and edge my cockhead and this was driving me wild

Suddenly my friend came off the dance floor and came between us. He spoke into my ear “people are watching you!” I snapped out of my trance and realized at least 6 men leaning against a nearby wall were staring right at us. They were looking slightly downward- at my cock getting manhandled.

I told my friend that I was ok with it. He gave me a pat on the shoulder and went back to the dance floor. I continued to let this leather daddy play with my exposed cock and balls under the table, while I drank my beer as though I always flash my cock in public. He gripped my cock hard, then gently stroked me teasingly. The whole time we would look directly at each other. I don’t know if he could tell I was breathing harder. I hoped he could. I think he was feeding off the signs of pleasure he saw in my face, like I was his play thing. And he was showing off to these random men how daddy likes to stroke his boy’s cock.

Soon, some of those men watching from afar joined our table. I could feel one of them make a grab for my cock. This is when it ended. Leather daddy was not happy someone wanted to touch what was his. A short argument ensued, I lost my hard on. My friend saw what was going on so I pulled my pants back on and we retreated to the other side of the club.

I lost track of my leather daddy and regret not letting him finish. It continues to be a fantasy of mine to have someone edge me and jerk me off in front of an audience.