Shocked Into Joining - Part II

We stayed like that for a minute or so, while both women whispered sweet, but also somewhat mocking things into my ears. One then casually reached for my penis, which without my noticing, had become erect. When she wrapped her fingers around the head of my penis, it was like an electric shock. A good one. I've never felt anything like that. The last one to touch my dick was my elderly doctor, and it certainly didn't feel like that! After a moment, she let go, saying "I don't want you cumming so soon, and spoil the party." I was disappointed. Everything in my body wanted to complete the transaction and squirt out cum right then. Up until that moment in my life, I thought the cycle was clear an simple: The penis gets a bit of stimulation, and then ejaculates. It might take seconds or minutes, but there were no intermediate steps. You get excited and you cum. The girls got up from the edge of the hot tub, each grabbed a beer and wandered over to the lounge chairs and the picnic table where they stood around socializing with the other naked people. I went over too, but before I did, I noticed the two guys who had been sitting on the opposite edge of the tub at that point. Their faces were together and they were kissing. French kissing, I think. More than that, they had their hands on each others' hard penises, and were idly stroking each other. I felt an empathetic twinge in my lower body, almost like a shot of adrenaline, which seemed to be telling me, "Hey, I could get some of that here tonight!" Oh, my! Someone had put an air mattress on the picnic table, and Melissa, a short, slightly rounded, dark-haired girl from my Corporate class was laying face down on it. A girl I didn't know, and Carl, another guy I barely knew from the U were standing on either side, massaging her arms and legs. The girl started massaging Melissa's butt. Carl rubbed her neck for a moment. I moved closer, and I could see into her slightly spread butt crack, and could see her actual anus. Seeing that gave me another one of those visceral twinges. My penis was staying hard. Perhaps I should have been embarrassed, but noticing that most of the other guys were hard, eliminated the need for embarrassment. When in Rome... But, it did feel quite strange, maybe liberating in a way, to walk around openly with a full erection. First, I had never been seen erect by anyone in my life. Second, I've never walked with an erection. I could feel it bobbing up and down with my footsteps. Interesting sensation. I'll have to investigate that further some day. But, now, I was standing still and watching as they had Melissa turn over. They started in on her breasts, and the strange girl was now massaging Melissa's smooth and hairless vagina directly. I was able to see the inner folds just a bit. Another twinge, and the strongest yet. And, a spontaneous ejaculation. I came right there, spurting onto the lawn. I hadn't even touched myself. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and noticed. Now, I was embarrassed. But they encouraged me, telling me that was fantastic. One guy said he wished he could have what he called an "HFO" which I later learned means Hands-Free Orgasm." Another, a guy named Mike, said, "Premature ejaculation, we'll have to work on that," which an expression that could be interpreted (or so I thought) as a wink of the eye. Normally, after I masturbate, that's it. I'm all done. Can't get hard again for an hour. I was expecting my dick to wilt, but oddly, it seemed to be staying stiff longer. In fact, it was not going down at all, and I felt like I might actually be able to cum again. I stood around kind of stupidly, not feeling quite like one of the group yet, and watched the rest of Melissa's massage, during which they brought her to multiple strong orgasms. After a while, she got up, and Mike grabbed me by the wrist, and directed me to the mattress on the table. I duly climbed on, face down, and he and some other guy I didn't know started massaging my legs, my arms, the back of my neck, and so on. I was hoping, hoping, and sure enough, the unknown guy started massaging my butt, and running his fingers between my upper thighs. That in itself was an amazing feeling, and I probably could have had another orgasm just from that if he kept it up. Instead, he pushed my legs apart a bit, indicating he wanted better access. I complied, and soon he was running his fingertips over my scrotum. It sent chills through me, as if it were a cool evening, but actually it was a hot summer night. Mike came over, and started to circle a finger around my anus. Oh my gosh! Words fail me. Then, I think he licked his finger. I couldn't quite tell, because I was face down. He then placed a fingertip against my anus, and started gently pushing in. I've never felt anything like that in my life. I didn't even know that was an area that could feel sexy. Well, I had seen anal stuff on the Internet, but had no idea it felt like that! After a moment, one of the girls reminded him, "No penetration." So he took his finger out, and they had me roll over. As I flipped over, I noticed that I was the center of attention. Everyone was standing around, enjoying seeing me get my massage. They were all looking at me. There was no way they didn't see my rock-hard penis waving in the breeze. Me! And tomorrow, they'd see me in the hallways and classes of the U, and well, how our interactions might change, I had no way of guessing. These were among the coolest people, the most socially accepted ones in the whole school. I didn't think they'd make fun of me, but, well, what would they do? Mike said, "We have to work on your premature ejaculation situation." He went on to explain that most men our age have that problem in situations like this, but he had a cure. Several members of the group murmured assent. While the other guy was massaging my hands and arms, Mike just reached over and grabbed my penis in front of everyone. I noticed the women in the crowd were staring almost lovingly, you might say, as were the guys. He started stroking me expertly and I was getting ready to ejaculate again. Amazing! Was I going to come twice in one evening? Just before the point of no return, he quit. He simply let go of my dick. I felt a reaction in my body a couple of seconds after he let go, and my dick bobbed a bit. I was a sort of contraction, like an almost ejaculation, yet another new experience for me. After perhaps 15 seconds, he gently grabbed my dick again and resumed stroking. And when I was getting close again, he let go again. He repeated this cycle three or four times. I noticed I was shaking as if I was cold, but I wasn't. I couldn't stop the jittering of my feet and legs. Weird, eh? He did it yet again, and suddenly, I blew cum all over Mike's hand and my belly. In front of everyone! I would have thought I'd be embarrassed, but I felt a wave of joy and something else sweep over me. What was that something else? It was acceptance! The group were all sort of congratulating me, and welcoming me, as if I had passed an initiation ritual. I got off the table and Mike climbed on. A couple of girls went to work on him. Around me, there was other activity. Two girls were standing together. They were kissing and hugging, and hands in each other's crotch areas. Sitting right on the lawn, three guys were arranged so each was stroking the dick of the guy to his right. On the edge of the hot tub, a guy and girl were doing something I couldn't make out in the dark, but it seemed to be something of a masturbatory nature. My penis was not soft, and a new mood had taken over. It was time to leave. I put my clothes back on, and said my thanks and goodbyes to the group. I was hoping I had expressed my appreciation sufficiently, because this was by far the best party of my life! Everyone said goodbye back to me. It was as if they were all close cousins or even brothers and sisters. I had been fully accepted into the group, and of course invited back for next week. During the week, I did see some of these people in the halls and classrooms. Not only did the ones I had known become more warm and open to me, but the others were very friendly. I learned their names, and it was as if we were instant friends. No one mentioned specifics of our party. I'm sure it was an unwritten law that we don't talk about it in public. We wouldn't want to be made fun of in any way, or overrun with uninvited guests. As you can imagine, that was just the first time. Our group met every week, and so far as I know, it still goes on with the new crop of university students.