Why I’ll Never Go Sharking Again Chapter 2

Earlier today, I was raped by a shemale. It was my first sexual experience with anyone not carrying two X chromosomes. It hurt like hell, at first and to be totally honest, I'm still sore. But it also felt really good after a while. The sensation of being.....what's the word I'm looking for here..."filled," while cumming is the best. Having your ass clench down on a cock, while your spurt out cum is almost indescribable.

But does that make me gay? I can't imagine myself ever being attracted to a man. There's way too much body hair, not to mention guys aren't soft like women, to be honest, the idea is gross, but I'd be willing to do anything to get that feeling again....once I heal a bit.

But probably, more than anything, I feel embarrassed. I mean I got over powered, then manhandled and then raped, but a shemale. A guy so sissy, he decided to be a girl made me his bitch. And it happened on the street where anyone walking past the right alley could've seen.

Since I pulled up my pants and started walking, Jason has called several times. I honestly don't feel like talking and wouldn't know what to say when he asks me what happened. He saw the girl with the huge fucking dick chase me after I pulled her pants down, but he has no idea what happened after she caught me and he also has no idea she took my ID, knows where we live, and said to me, "I'll visit you later and don't worry, your friend has it cumming too, but if you warn him, next time I won't be so nice."

It would be wrong if I didn't tell him, I can just say she kicked my ass and is going to do the same to you. That would be embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as saying she's going to fuck you in the ass and bust a nut inside of you, like she did me. In order to get myself together, I decide to take the bus home, instead of having Jason pick me up. Hopefully my attacker isn't on her way to our place because I know I can't take another pounding, not yet at least.

After about an hour, I get off the bus outside of my apartment. After this very unusual day, I'm really really tired. Some of which is from refusing to sit while on the bus, for obvious reasons, even though the bus was empty. And some of which was from the most exhilarating sexual experience of my life. Really my only regret is it only lasted a few minutes.