It happened multiple times to me. The first time I was 18 and in the USN in San Diego. My friend was dating a Navy girl around our age and wanted a ride to see her. I obliged and took him over to her barracks. She had a roommate who was about a 2/10 and I soon figured it out that I had been lured into a double-date situation.
We sat in their barracks room having some beers and they decided we should go out to the base enlisted club. I politely declined and said I was tired and asked if I could crash in their room until they got back. They were pretty buzzed and didnt care except for her homely roommate who looked pissed.
I sat around and drank some more beers, watched TV, played tetris on my new Gameboy and eventually went to sleep around 1am.
I dont know what time they got in. All I know is that my friend and his GF started having sex in the adjacent bed and her moaning woke me up from drunken stupor. I kind of looked around in the dark and couldnt see anything. I realized that someone was sucking my dick. I was like, “whoa what are doing?”. I felt someone get real close to my face and whisper, “you just lay there and take it or I am gonna tell everyone that you raped me”.
This was a huge deal in the Navy at that moment due to several on base rapes. I was sort of frozen with silence and fear to be honest. She grabbed my junk and stuck it right in her vag and I was sort of paralyzed. it was really dark so no one could see anything and it was creepy.
She then tells me to suck on her tits. I guess I wasnt doing it right because she starts strangling me. I was afraid to cry out because of her threats of rape accusations. I went into this zone where i was not really there just going through the motions.
She had a few orgasms and I couldnt come no matter what happened. Finally I faked orgasm just to make her stop. She hopped off and began to suck me off. i just withered and said I had to take a piss.
Afterwards she wouldnt leave me alone. She would visit me at my barracks and blackmail me for more sex for about 6 months. I was scared shitless to be accused of rape so she had me. I was also afraid to tell anyone for fear of being ostracized by my peers. (stlubc)
A Friend of a Friend
Whew ok, time to get this off my chest. The hatred they have for you when it’s their friend who raped you. When I came forward to my best friend at the time she screamed at me because it would ruin her friends life. I couldn’t have been raped by her because I was bigger, stronger, you don’t get hard if you’re a drunk man, and the worst one was clearly I enjoyed it/lied since I hadn’t pressed any charges.
10 years I held that feeling inside before I told anyone else. I was drugged, and raped by a friend in the woods during a camping trip at olympic national forest in the winter of 2004. I felt really weird after drinking too much so I went to lay down. All I could do was move my head as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I remember the stars that night and the shadow of her head moving while she mounted me. I couldn’t feel my body, and I couldn’t find words. It was like hearing white noise, and I couldn’t hear anything over that sound. In the morning she was cuddling me. She clearly didn’t think she just raped me. I remember thinking it was a dream until I got home and went to pee. There was blood on my pelvis. She recently tried to add me on facebook. (throwaway10101009787)
The Bad Samaritan
The absolutely secrecy behind it all and how much it can change your personality. In general and by my family in particular.
When I was 10 or 11, my mom, her best friend, my brother and sister and I were at the beach not too far from where we lived. We were the little shopping area by this particular beach, it was about 2 blocks square of the typical kitschy beach side shops with apartments on the second story you’d find in the early 80’s. While looking at shoes through a window, this Hispanic guy walks up to me.
“Hey, you look like a strong guy, I need help moving something out of the door by my apartment around the corner, can you give me a hand real quick?”
Being the helpful kid I was, I told him yes. We go around the corner and he goes through this door and its the place where they keep the dumpsters. He points to the door that leads into the building.
“You first, you can squeeze by the rug and push it out.”
As I move by him, I feel him touch my head and everything goes dark as he slammed my head up against the dumpster. I come too at some point, and realize I am bent over something and there is a sharp pain in my ass. I manage to turn my head to look back as I see a fist coming and everything goes dark again.
I wake up and look around. My shorts are around my ankles, its dark and stink in the room, the taste of blood in my mouth and he’s no where to be seen. I pull up my pants and walk outside to see my mom and siblings just down the street. They’d been looking for me for about 10 min. I tell mom what happened while her friend kept my bro and sis away, she grabs a towel, wipes away the blood and tears on my face, and she puts us all in the car to drive home.
I am immediately put into the shower and told to scrub everything. My mom sits on the toilet and tells me never to tell anyone what happened ever. She tells me what happened was bad and to forget it ever happened. If anyone asked about the bruises on my face and neck, I slipped going into the pool It was the summer and I was usually covered in bruises from doing typical 11yo boy stuff anyway. After probably 20 min in the shower, scrubbing myself multiple times I get handed a towel and clean clothes.
That was the last time my mother spoke or acknowledged what happened. My mom or her friend didn’t go to the police, hospital or anything. There was no consulting or support. Hell, I don’t think my father got told what happened. He probably saw the bruises and figured I did something stupid, which I was known for in the best of circumstances.
After that, my personality changed. Neighbors commented how much I’d withdrawn and wasn’t my usual helpful self. I overheard my mom and our elderly neighbor talking about my personality change not too long after the incident. She told my mom it was normal for boys to do that as they approach puberty and that I’d be fine. So as far as anyone knew my personality change was just puberty.
Time went on and I’d like to say it didn’t affect me at all. I don’t have nightmares about it or anything. I can’t stand the smell of dumpsters or landfills without getting panicky. I don’t go out of my way to help people any more, especially people I don’t know. In a way its made it hard for me to make friends, especially guy friends. The number of people who I’ve told I think I can count on 1 hand, maybe 1 finger on the second. I carry my wounds deep and try not to make it a big issue. I don’t act the victim. Not because mom told me too, but because I am stronger than that and living in fear only let’s that guy win.
My mother went to her death bed never talking to me about that day that happened 30 years earlier, same with my mom’s friend. As far as they were concerned, it never happened. I’ve have thought it was my imagination because of how people handled it. But that little divot under my eye from where he punched me and chipped part of the bone is a daily reminder when I look in the mirror.
male sexual assault is a thing. But its treated as something lesser because it is a guy. Rape is rape regardless of the gender of the rapist and victim. (TAWForToday)