Miami Shemale and Life repercussions

Encounter with shemale in motel room and repercussions
I was just out of college, working and living in Miami Fl. I had suppressed urges to suck a dick for a long time. [I had actually sucked one dick, not to completion, in an adult book store video booth a couple of years previously (account given elsewhere on this site).] I decided to visit a gay bar on the Miami river. While there I noticed a girl dancing and she noticed me. She actually made moves on me and soon we were in my car heading to a motel. She finally found the particular motel she wanted to go to and I booked the room. It had a jacuzzi in the room, and the walls and the ceiling were all mirrored, floor to ceiling and the entire ceiling was mirrored. I figured this was so you could watch the action no matter where you were. I quickly discovered the girl was a shemale. I wasn't really sure if I wanted this, I didn't feel I was gay really, just bi-curious. I decided to go for it. I wound up sucking her dick and she came on my face. She began playing with my ass and I decided to see what it would be like to get fucked. As the dick began to enter my ass I thought there was no way it would fit. But she went slow and eventually was able to enter me completely. After a while of slow fucking she pulled out her dick and put the head at the top of my ass crack, and slowly moved it down until the tip of the head was at my anus.... and then slammed it all the way in. I let out an involuntary yelp/grunt as I felt it pressing against my prostate and further in against the base of my penis from the inside. She pulled out and began the same slow process of sliding the head of her dick down my ass crack and then pounding my ass with a quick thrust. I was surprised to find that each successive thrust of her dick in my ass began to feel better than the previous one. Oddly, though I had decided to try anal sex, part of me did not want it to feel good. I did not want to have to admit to myself that I enjoyed getting fucked up the ass. I figured that if I enjoyed it, it would certainly mean that I was becoming a faggot. I tried to resist the pleasure. But each time she slowly slid her cock down my ass crack and slammed it home it felt better and better. I found that I was anticipating and beginning to crave it. I was trying to remain still. But my body began to override me. I could not stop myself from rotating my hips back, moving my ass up to meet each thrust, allowing her dick to penetrate deeper and hit "the spot" harder. I cringed inside a little knowing I was giving my ass with abandon to a hard thrusting cock. ..... All the time I had a weird sense that I was being watched. It was similar to the feeling when your "ears are burning", i.e. you sense and know people are talking about you. Several months later I got a phone call from someone who called me a little faggot and hung up. I went to work that evening (I worked a night shift at the time) and felt my ears burning again. People I knew at work stared at me in a strange way. I said hello but it was like they didn't hear me. They would stare at me, talking in low voices to each other but not answering or acknowleding me. Everyone was different. I felt like the butt of a joke around many of them. Others just stared as if looking at something from outer space. One girl who I knew liked me was crying, very upset. She was nice to me, and very distraught. But she could not bring herself to tell me what was wrong. I could not find out from anyone, ANYONE, what was going on. I never did get an answer to that. I left that job after a couple of weeks and moved out of state. ..... This happened in 1989-1990. Times were very different back then. I have my own ideas about what happened; that motel room was set up with two way mirrors so people could be surrepticiously filmed having sex. I feel stupid not to have realized this at the time. I was a very naive kid back then. I have never seen evidence of any film or photos taken of me. I imagine the company I worked for at the time would have destroyed anything which showed up there in order to avoid any possible legal problems which might arise from that. .... I am still astounded that no one has ever told me what happened. I knew that people were lying to me when I asked them what was going on. The only person who ever acknowledged that something had happened seemed shocked when he realized that I didn't know what had happened. I was supposed to know. He told me he hoped I could understand that he could not be the person to tell me. I believe he thought it would crush me. .... Times have changed a lot over the past 27 years, but people are really the same in many ways. If the same thing happened to me today, I doubt anyone would want to be 'the one' who told me what happened. Everyone would figure that -someone else will tell him, or he probably already knows but just doesn't want to admit it, or something like that. ..... this experience was very different f

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