When I was in the Navy my "friend" got me super drunk one weekend. We were both pretty wasted and I decided to stay at his place instead of driving to the next town over. He kept saying I should just sleep in his bed because it was huge, brand new, and super soft. Shoulda been a red flag but whatever, I declined because I was texting a friend. Eventually the texting ended and i figured "fuck it, that bed sounds nicer than this couch" and went and layed down in the bed (not gonna lie, it was super comfy).
An hour or so later I wake up to him taking my pants down. I'm a little shocked and confused and have no idea why I didn't stop him right then but I didn't. He starts to go down on me. weird thoughts running around because this is my first blow job. After a minute or two of this he starts to reach under and rub my taint. It's not comfortable, I am not hard at all, and now I'm over this. I sit up and tell him to stop. I button up my pants and lay there for another minute before I freak out to much to be there. I grab my shoes and go to my car. Fuck being drunk, I don't care.
I tear ass back to my town angry as hell at what just happened. I had recently learned of a friend who was raped and I told her that she should have told everyone. She had tried to get anyone's attention and failed. I decided to put my money where my mouth is and drove to the police station, quickly. Too quickly. Cops found me first tearing down a city road at ~3:30am and stopped me. I told them flat out as soon as he got to the window "I'm drunk, I was just sexually assaulted by my friend, and I'm going to the police station". The officer was a little thrown to say the least. He tried to get me to say something else, like I was just driving home drunk. I argued with him that I was in fact heading in the opposite direction of my house and I really wanted to talk to the police. He told me that it wasn't open (shoulda thought of that) and to go home and call 911, they'll know what to do. An officer told my drunk ass to drive home.
Get home, call 911, call my boss, go through the rape kit thing. I didn't hide it at all, told everyone else at work about that piece of shit. Unfortunately there wasn't much evidence so nothing ever came of it. I was told by the XO (I wasn't supposed to know) that this had happened before but it was hushed up because the victim was the son of a congressman or some other official.