Ten years ago I was on deployment in Iraq. I was a 92F and I spent most of my time on convoys with my team to resupply my FOB with fuel. Back home my wife was pregnant & when she entered her third trimester I stopped going on convoys “just in case”. That meant I usually manned my FOB’s fuel point alone. I had a routine of filling up humvees, fuel cans, & occasionally these crappy white civilian cars higher ups would use to drive around the FOB. Everything was going great until one day, just before sundown, one of those crappy white cars pulled up behind my fuel truck. I didn’t know the guy who got out & asked for a fill up, plus he was in PT’s so he had no rank or name tag either. He looked like your average PT stud. Tall, muscular, high & tight, dark Oakleys. There was nothing unusual about him or the scenario. No warning signs that I can remember. After his gas tank was full, I put my fuel hose back in the truck. I turned back around to tell him so long, but in an instant he grabbed me by my ACU top & pulled me down. I landed on my hands and knees & my face was now in front of his exposed hard dick. He grabbed my head and shoved his dick into my mouth. It all happened so fast I was having trouble thinking. I was choking & gagging. I grabbed his wrist but couldn't get his hands off my head. I tried pulling away, but he just pulled me back onto his cock. I think the whole attacked only lasted a minute & he was soon cumming in my mouth. He pulled out, hopped into his car, and drove off. I was left on the ground puking up his cum and trying to catch my breath. I was crying & thinking to myself, “What the FUCK just happened?” Looking around I realized I was all alone. The fuel point was isolated on purpose. And with the berms to protect the trucks from incoming missiles, no one would have seen what happened. I had no idea what to do next so I returned to my empty sleeping quarters to cry & think. My team wouldn’t be back from the supply run until the morning. I though about telling them what happened when they got back, but I decided against it. I came up with dozens of reasons why I should stay quiet. Mostly I didn’t want the whole thing to become a joke, I remembered all the safety stand down classes on sexual assault we had. Although man on woman assault was always taken serious, man on man assault was always the “funny part” of the class. Thats when even the instructor would make jokes. A few weeks later I was on my way home for emergency leave as my wife was having complications with the pregnancy. My son was born premature and had to spend a month in the hospital. This now became my main concern and the memory of the attack was buried so I could focus on my family. So I kept quiet for 10 years, even from my wife who divorced me years later. I didn't even realize how distant and closed off I was becoming from her. I fooled myself into thinking I had gotten over it, that it didn’t bother me anymore. But when the memory was recently triggered, I finally told my therapist about the attack. After finally telling someone about it, I knew I had to let it out somehow. I know my attacker will never get caught, so I’m hoping this helps me find some kind of closure. Thank you for letting me get this off my chest.