the party was normal, then came the drinking and that was normal, some pot and that was normal, then games and that was normal, and then I lost a game and my clothes were taken off and that wasn't normal. I ended up on my back on the grass. a girl said she was going to turn me on and started touching my genitals, then rubbing me. I started liking that part and when she asked if I wanted her to stop I said that I didn't. I said that even though there were people standing around us watching us. then another hand went on me in her place and it was a guys hand, that got everybody's attention. Everyone wanted to see my reaction to that. my mind was saying stop this now but my body was so into the feeling, wanting more of the good feeling. then he asked me if I wanted him to stop and it put the whole thing of what was going on into my court and I still said no because it felt so good. somehow he got me to go from on my back to on my hands and knees and then before I knew it I was being fucked in front of everyone with his one hand controlling my desire with a slow moving up and down on my penis. everyone started to say I was gay because of how I was reacting, because I didn't try to fight it but I know I'm not. I can't say that I didn't like the feeling of it. I didn't know that I had those kinds of nerves in my anus that would like the feeling of a penis sliding in and out. then when he started going faster and faster his hand started jerking on my penis faster and faster and it made me start rocking back and forth. everyone was watching us they saw me. they saw my ejaculation, the sounds a guy makes when that's happening and my knees almost giving out from it. And then, just like that all the shame of what just happened and that I was naked and still being mounted by a guy overwhelmed me and I jumped up, grabbed my clothes and got out of there. I will never ever do that again but what i can't understand is how my body could over rule my mind like that.