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.
As I stumble out of the bathroom I have to walk across the living area to get to my room. As I stumble across the room with Jim and all of his friends laughing I trip over the rug and fall face first on to the floor. I managed to push myself up to my hands and knees and Jim is standing in front of me with a small bottle of something that looked like one of those 5 hour energy bottles.
He held the bottle up to my nose and said smell this it'll wake you up! The next thing I know I get really warm & tingly and I pass out. As I regained consciousness I feel completely numb and see Jim, Larry, Bob & Steve all standing in front of me and I noticed that I was lurching forward. That's when I noticed that familiar sound of clapping coming from behind me as whatever I inhaled began to wear off. I looked back between my legs & could see what appeared to be Tom's on his knees fucking the hell out of me.
Suddenly all of the numbness went away and I could feel the all familiar pain of a cock deep inside my ass and my cock rubbing against the silk of the panties I had on. It was more painful than what I remembered & I tried to pull away. Only to have Tom put one hand on my shoulder and the other on hip & drive deep into my ass & hold me there while I screamed out in pain.
Hit that bitch with the popper again said Tom. To which Jim replied hold him still. Jim knelt down in front of me and waved that little bottle under my nose & another rush of warmth and calm came over me as I collapse down on my face with my ass still in the air.
As I lay there I noticed that across the room there was a big mirror leaning against the wall and I could see Tom huge grin on his face as I realized I was sliding back onto his cock with an ever quickening pace and velocity. It was like I was watching someone else.
