When I was 19 I was invited as a 1 to a house party by a friend who was casually seeing this really popular girl from our high school. He knew that she wouldn’t be seen in public with her because he wasn’t “pretty enough” for her but he was rich and naive and she was conventionally attractive in the way that fashion magazines that perpetuate harmful diet culture dictates is attractive. She was tiny, skinny and bratty, for this story we’ll call her Lucy. He and the girl I had recently lost my virginity to were the only people I really knew there, and she was blanking me because she was embarrassed that people would hear that I had gone down on her with a yeast infection and nearly vomited on her bed (another story).

The party was really uncomfortable, neither my friend nor I had partied much in school and the music was loud, people were drunk and we were just not having a good time. A guy I had played hockey against recognised me and came over and chatted for a bit, which was really nice, super lovely guy from Nigeria who I had remembered for his great dribbling skills. He introduced himself as Peter. At this point it was about 10pm and Lucy came over to us with a pack of friends behind her, including the girl I’d hooked up with. My friend leaned in to hug her and she cringed at him and told him to fuck off, slurring her words pretty hard, obviously super drunk. “So,” gesturing to me “I hear you have a massive dick” quite matter-of-factly. I don’t really know what to say to that but she continues, now looking at Peter “and we all know what they say about you ni**ers”. Wow. Hard R, just like that. No hello still, just harassment bordering on a hate crime I guess.

“You are going to show me if ni**ers really are bigger than normal guys and whoever is gets to fuck me”. I look at Peter and he looks just as dismayed as I do as Lucy’s friends start pulling at our pants, both too stunned and scared to resist. After a bit of manhandling we were both out, flaccid. I look over, Peter is pretty hung, huge, low-hanging balls that one of the girls started weighing up in her hand. Both of us really felt like pieces of meat and neither of us was assertive enough to fight back against this group of maybe 6-7 drunk girls. They were touching us and I began getting a really rock-hard nervous erection, despite not being aroused at all. Peter’s cock was also getting harder, but it was obvious that he was more of a shower than I was, as he was hardening without lengthening very much at all.

“Right, stand up” Lucy demanded and we were pulled up by our arms and cocks, my mate still on the side, speechless. “Face to face” I turned to Peter. I was clearly a lot girthier and slightly longer than him, and Lucy said “right, you’re coming with me”. At this point, Peter surprised me, speaking up and saying “no the fuck he isn’t”. Clearly not used to hearing this shorter “n-word” Lucy looked at him for a second before saying “you don’t get to decide, ni**er, you lost” “you have come over here, actually sexually assaulted both of us, and now you’re trying to rape my friend. My dad’s a lawyer and unlike whatever fantasy world you’re from, you don’t get to own people here. We’re going now, or would you rather see us in court, because we have multiple eyewitnesses plus this dude who appeared to be putting your bullshit on his Snapchat story (he gestured to someone on the other end of the room, who in fact, had been doing that) fuck off”

The two of us got our pants back on and walked out with my other mate, before both of us congratulated Peter on standing up to her. We went out for ice cream and he reported it to the police who, unsurprisingly, did nothing but to this day he remains a good friend of mine.