I got an invite to a fetish party on a boat in the canal of Brussels a few years back. It turned out a night to remember for an exhibitionist like me. Whenever I recall it I feel the urge to masturbate and I'm typing this with a hard-on.

The dress code was leather, BDSM and such and I went in tight leather pants, a black shirt and the tiniest of underpants that I could find in my drawer. I went out at midnight with trepidation: would they let me in? Would a fetish party be an event that I could blend in? Would my sexual desires, vague as they were, be fulfilled? Would there be public sex?

When I got to the boat I was relieved that I passed muster - they let me in! Though it was already past midnight, there weren't many people and most seemed to be groups of friends. Difficult to connect - am a bit shy and not part of the milieu!

I watched a guy doing a rather complicated bondage performance to a pretty red-haired girl who was in a kind of trance. It was fun to watch, but they were preoccupied with themselves. Same with another girl, in leather, gagged and moving about in a cage.

I went down a narrow stairway to a lower deck and got a drink at a bar. A few older folks in leather were chatting with each other and a guy walked in leading another like a dog on a leash, completely leather-clad with a collar.

I started to feel a bit out of place, but then the boat filled up around 2am with more "normal" people, sexily dressed and dancing started. I joined the dancing, and I loved it. But the leather pants were making me sweat. The exhibitionist in me decided to take the risk and take them off and hide them in a corner. I was a bit afraid that someone might steal them and I would have to go home in public transport just in underpants. But I took that risk as I was horny.

So I danced just in my tiny briefs. That felt exhilarating as the dance moves were both showing off my big package and exciting me.

A girl in sexy leather smiled at me and grabbed me by the balls drawing me to her. "I like your dancing and your hot outfit!" she said, squeezing my balls and hardening cock to almost pain-level. She visibly enjoyed dominating my manhood and her expert hands made my cock stiff all the while inflicting pain on my balls that tore into my underbelly. I loved it and said, “You’re so sexy! Love your grip!" People around us were dancing close to us, some watching, some engaging in similar play.

The girl squatted, she had sexy thighs and was just wearing black panties and stockings and a leather bra. She took my hard cock out of my bulging briefs and dug her nails into it. Pain and pleasure rushed through my yearning body the music and the crowd pulsating around us. Baring my cock in such a crowd was new and exciting.

She licked it, put it in her mouth, got up and said, “You”re sweet and tasty". She grabbed my cock and led me to the bar as if it was a handle. We took a drink, then she said, “see you later" and disappeared in the crowd. I was a bit confused, but excited by that first sexual encounter. I wondered whether more would happen.

I sat on a sofa and watched two gay men fucking right next to me with a few other people also enjoying the scene. I was stroking my cock exposing myself to onlookers, secretly hoping someone - really anyone - would grab it, suck it or fuck it.

It didn't happen, the sexual activities seemed to be limited to couples or people who knew each other. I was missing that dom-girl but couldn't see her. I went up one deck to look for her.

On the staircase I stopped as I saw another girl putting on a sexy show dancing and rubbing her naked breasts and pussy in definitely wet panties. I watched her with an uncontrollable erection in my briefs. She looked at my bulge and smiled encouragingly, though briefly, absorbed with her performance.

But I understood her message: I moved the briefs to one side and let her see my red-hard cock jump out and I started rubbing it as I was watching her tease dance. On top of the stairs a couple watched her too, the guy like me with a hard-on, his girlfriend rubbing her pussy. Then she went down a few stairs, very close to me and started to suck off her boyfriend while suggestively moving her ass in front of me.

I hesitated, then I touched her ass cheeck slightly to see whether there would be agreement. She moved her ass against my hand - a clear invitation that my touch was welcome.

I caressed her buttocks; she wiggled and I got the message. As she was busy pleasing her boyfriend, she needed someone's help to rub her clit. My hand found its way between her legs and into her steaming hot, wet pussy that she offered to the stranger as her boyfriend was lost in his own pleasure in her mouth.

My fingers quickly made her cum and that seemed to push her boyfriend over the edge, too. She let go of his pulsating cock, licked his cum on her lips and turned a smiling face to me: "Thank you very much!" Then they moved on, leaving me with my erection (I had hoped to fuck her!), and my sticky wet hand on the stairs.

I felt more and more horny, but also more and more frustrated. I desperately needed to relieve my tension, it was almost 4 am and I had had an erection for two hours straight and was still waiting for an orgasm opportunity.

Maybe I would find it upstairs? I went back to the upper deck and saw more people busy in bondage and cages, but they didn't seem to want others to join these activities, though a girl in a cage briefly sucked my cock between the bars.

I went downstairs again, that sexy dancer I had been looking for as my best chance to fuck was nowhere to be seen.

A kind of trance settled in, a feeling of total abandon and tiredness, I would just do anything to get a chance to cum.

A girl was busy on the sofa, where the gay couple had fucked earlier, playing with two cocks and I offered mine as a third, but she stuck to her friends and I remained a wanking spectator.

I moved to a bench in a slightly darker area and sat down next to a sexily-clad chubby girl who was also watching the scenes of steamy sex playing out around us. She seemed similarly wary as me, but was obviously also wary to engage. She looked at my big cock pointing upwards as I sat down next to her..

I sensed a mixture of interest and distance, a kind of touch-me-not attitude, she was a voyeur! What better encounter for a shy exhibitionist? We did not exchange a word, we did not touch, her eyes were doing the touching, the provoking, the edging.

I was looking at her looking at my cock. I started stroking it faster and observed her watching me. Her face was expressionless, almost tired, but her eyes were intensely staring as if her eyes were actually masturbating me. I lost all inhibition and jerked my red, rock-hard cock which was aching from having been erect all night.

Her stare brought me over the edge and I shot a few massive loads on the floor under the emotionless gaze of the girl. She turned her head away as soon as I had finished. I caught my breath, stood up and made my way to where I had hid my leather pants, exposing my pulsating dripping cock and my final satisfaction.

I sat for a while watching more fucking and sex, but was no longer excited by it. I was not at all disappointed that my climax had only been a public cum shot. I actually felt a deep sense of satisfaction and did not want more. I put my leather pants on and left the boat. The day was already breaking as I headed home, deeply satisfied with my first fetish party experience.