GL-147 Cain
Cain
Greenleaf Classics
GL-147
Hal Prince
$2.95
Excerpt
When they had tied up their horses and stood on the grassy glen, looking at the lake, Kelly said, “Let’s go for a swim.” He looked at Alan, who nodded agreement, then at Carl.
“I don’t think so,” Carl said. “You go ahead.”
Alan and Kelly quickly stripped to the skin, dropping their clothes in two piles on the grass. Alan turned back to face Carl, who had sprawled on the grass, propping himself up on one elbow and idly searching the grass and clover for a four-leaf clover. “Sure you won’t join us?” he said.
Carl looked up and met Alan’s eyes, then lowered his gaze to Alan’s cock. “I don’t think so,” he said. “Maybe later.”
Alan and Kelly splashed around for a while, then treaded water some distance from shore.
“What do you think?” Kelly said, nodding in the direction of Carl, who lay on the grass looking their way.
“Maybe,” Alan said. “He’s a good-looking guy.”
“Well, we’ve got nothing to lose,” Kelly said. “If he doesn’t want to play, hell say so, but I don’t think hell say anything about it. It wouldn’t do any harm if he did.”
“I’ve got an idea,” Alan said.
He told Kelly what he had in mind, and then the two raced to shore. They waded out of the lake and headed for Carl.
The two stood looking down at Carl, water dripping from their naked bodies and the bright sunshine making glistening jewels of the droplets of water on their skin.
“We’ve had a conference,” Alan said. “We decided that you really would like to go swimming, but you don’t feel right about it during working hours.”
Carl smiled up at Alan. “No, that’s not it.”
“I know,” Kelly said. “He can’t swim. And the way to teach a guy to swim is to throw him in the lake.”
Suddenly Alan dropped on top of Carl, pinning him to the ground beneath his huge frame. “Hey, what’s going on?” Carl protested. “What are you doing?”
Kelly had moved quickly, once Carl was immobilized, and he quickly got off Carl’s boots and socks. Alan noted that Carl was giving only token resistance—much less than his height and weight would have made possible—and was apparently willing to play along with the game.
Alan felt Kelly’s hands fumbling with Carl’s belt buckle, and then the Levi’s and undershorts were gone.
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