I was sober-not many of these stories start like that- cold stone sober. I thought I loved him. I wanted to kiss him more than anything. There were three of us sleeping in his bed, me, my best friend and him. My friend was asleep (I think... I hope). He pulled me on top of him. I was so happy, we were going to kiss! at last! he put his hands on my shoulders. he pushed me down. I froze, didn't say a word. I didn't want to wake my friend. He kept pushing me down. his dick was in my mouth. His hand grabed the top of my head. I had never seen a penis before. It was in my mouth. I didn't move, but he moved my head for me. I have no idea how long it took, I was numb, but I remember his cum in my mouth. I open my mouth and lay next to him. Neither of us said a word, but he started stroking my hair. I remember thinking, "well this is nice, this is all a want, for him to stroke my hair." I was still numb. He got out of bed and I rolled over. My Hair was wet. I was revolted, disgusted, and didn't feel numb any more. I didn't think of it as assault at the time, I didn't know much about date rape back then. For three years I refused to give blow jobs, said I hated them. I have since found out that I like giving blow jobs, turns out it was the assault I hated.