It had been almost 2 year's since my fishing trip with Jim & Gary. And even though I had gone on several trips to Jim's cabin, he had never even hinted that anything ever happened. Not a joke not a wink nothing. By this point I was pretty much thinking it was all just a dream.
It was mid October when Jim stopped over & asked if I wanted to join him up at the cabin one last weekend before winter hit. Once again the wife was going out of town so figured why not.
The next morning we loaded up the truck and headed out. About an hour or 2 into the drive Jim tells me that a couple of guy's he used to work with might be coming by the cabin for a fish fry if we manage to catch anything. When we finally got to the cabin we unloaded and headed straight down to the lake and caught our limit in a matter of a couple hours.
My first hint that this wasn't going to be a normal fishing trip was when Jim looked at me with a grin and said, looking like a whiskey weekend since ya done got you're limit. But it didn't even register at that point. That night came & went without a hitch dinner couple beers and off to bed.
The next morning I woke up & Jim was already up making breakfast. He greeted me with, well good morning princess bout time ya got up. We got alot of fish to clean before the guy's get here. With that being said we finished our breakfast and started filleting our fish. After about an hour a car pulls up and 4 older guys that looked to be in there late 70's early 80's get out.
Jim yells you're early ya bunch of drunken bastards & and tells them to grab a knife and make themselves useful. As they all gather round the cutting table Jim introduces them all. Big Bob was a skinny little guy with white hair and looked to be early 80's, Larry was average size guy with a bald head glasses and in his late 70's, Tom & and Steve were both tall guy's with bellies white hair and looked to be in there 80's.
As the day turned into evening we fried our fish drank beer and all sat around telling stories about work and fishing trips from the past. A couple of times they even talked about the,as they put it,queer they worked with. And they weren't exactly nice things at all. So I definitely had not a clue about what was going to happen at this point.
As the night went on Jim started pouring shots of whiskey and me not wanting to look like a light wieght tried to keep up with them. But at last after drinking beer since 10am and then drinking at least 10 shots I could barely stand up let alone walk. Next thing I know I'm on the back porch throwing up as I can hear everyone inside still drinking and having a good time.
When I finally pull myself together I go back inside and decide to jump in shower thinking it might help me sober up a bit. While I'm sitting in the shower trying to get my wits about me I hear Jim walk in the restroom and say he just needs to use the restroom. As he's walking out I can here him laughing as he says don't use up all the hot water. As the water began to run cold I realized I was even more fucked up than when I got in.
When I pulled the shower curtain back I realized exactly why Jim was laughing, he had taken my towel and clothes and there on the counter laid a pair red panties. I began to panic remembering the way his friends were talking about the gay guy they worked with. That's when drunk me tried to rationalize it by thinking there old enough they will probably think it's a speedo or just bikini underwear I mean there was only a little lace at the top which I tucked in.
