Get Me In The Boat

Free Short Fiction Distributed at http://thornynotprickly.wordpress.comby Thorny Sterling
This is a work of  fiction. Characters, places, and incidents are products of  the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is
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This work contains graphic language and explicit sexual content between two men. Intended for
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Get Me In The Boat © 2012 Thorny Sterling
Cover Design © 2012 Thorny Sterling
Photo Credit to David Dames via Flickr Creative Commons License.
Get Me In The Boat
By Thorny Sterling
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With lots of love to Jazz for getting me in the boat.
With thanks to LC for all her help on this story.
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The  day wasn’t bright, but it was sunny enough  to be  plenty warm.  A  breeze off  the  lake
stirred their hair as they stood at the dock. Rusty looked over and saw that the gentle wind also
molded Hale’s shirt to his lean  chest and smooth belly. If  he’d worn his khakis instead of  jeans,
that would’ve been an even better treat, since Hale did not believe in underwear. Rusty just loved
his boyfriend’s fashion eccentricities.
“So we just go for it?” Hale asked. He looked over at Rusty with inquiry in his blue eyes as the
sunlight managed to peek through and make Hale’s blond hair twinkle.
Considering Rusty’s mind had been heading to Hale’s southern regions and how accessible he
was, it took him a moment to realize Hale meant getting from  land to boat. His little landlubber
had never been in a rowboat before.
“Well, don’t stomp down the dock like you’re on a catwalk, but yeah, go for it.” Rusty grinned
and held out his hand for Hale to precede him.
Hale gave him a supermodel’s sneer and flipped long hair he didn’t have over  his shoulder.
Two steps down the dock and a wobble later the diva disappeared. Hale stopped short and waved
madly for Rusty. “It’s moving!”
“What’s moving?” Rusty stood beside Hale. “The dock? It’s floating. It’s supposed to move.”
Hale latched onto him, clinging. “I had no idea this was so dangerous!”
Rusty resisted laughing and took a step down the dock. When Hale shuffled with him, Rusty
guided him toward the rowboat at the end.
“It’s not dangerous. The water’s probably only a couple  feet deep here, and it’s not like the
dock could flip over or something.”
“I’m not sure I want to do this anymore,” Hale said mostly into Rusty’s shoulder.
Rusty wrapped Hale in his arms. “We’ll be careful. I’ve got you.”
Heck of  an ego boost to have  his frightened boyfriend holding onto him  for protection, but
Rusty really did want Hale to enjoy this. They’d talked about city boy Hale experiencing some of
country boy Rusty’s childhood adventures while they were down here  visiting Rusty’s family. So
far, Hale  had  mucked  out the  barn  with  him—only  complaining a little  about the  smell since
Rusty had managed to distract him  with an  actual roll in  the  fresh  hay—and Hale had successfully brushed a horse and, well, unintentionally aroused the animal too. Thank God they’d been
alone when Hale started commenting on stallion anatomy with entirely too much glee.
Today, the plan was to row around the lake and  maybe float for a while to get a little more
alone time. Rusty loved his family, but they were a crowd sometimes and had absorbed the two of
them right into the working farm duties. All right, and he was horny and Hale looked really hot
in his plaid shirt and jeans just now. The clinging and rescue-me vibe only added to that.
“Come on  now,” Rusty said and  disentangled them  some. “I’ll get in, then  help  you down.
Just remember slow, careful movements, and you’ll be fine.”
“Slow and careful,” Hale whispered.
“Exactly.”  Rusty  got  into  the  boat,  no  problem,  then  reached  up  to  take  Hale’s  hand.
“Crouch down and then put one foot in.”
Hale  did, both his hands holding Rusty’s and  every bit of  him  tense. One  of  his sneakered
feet slowly slid over the side of  the dock and bobbed around looking for something to stand on.
Rusty bit his tongue and  did  not smile.  Hale took his foot back and edged closer  before  trying
again. After more fruitless foot wiggling, Rusty just had to intervene.
“Come closer and just step in.” He gave Hale’s hands a small tug.
“Ohmigod!” Hale’s butt hit the dock as he fell back, nearly hauling Rusty into the side of  the
dock. “Don’t pull me like that!” Hale tried to slap at him but Rusty leaned out of reach.
“Sweetheart,” Rusty started but stopped under the force of  Hale’s glare. He looked moments
from mutiny. “How about you scoot on your butt and let your legs dangle over the side? Then it’ll
just be a little hop and you’re in.”
Hale really was afraid, and  that he nodded and tried  again meant the world to Rusty, so he
didn’t patronize  or  tease.  He  let Hale  inch  along and  didn’t laugh  when  he  tentatively peeked
over the dock’s edge before letting his legs down into the boat. There was sweat on his brow when
he finally looked at Rusty while white-knuckling the dock.
“I should hop?” He sounded a little breathless.
Rusty braced his legs apart and  reached  for  Hale’s hands again.  He offered  them  without
hesitation, and Rusty kissed the back of each. “I really do love you.”
Hale’s smile was shaky. “I know. Just get me in the damn boat.”
Since, sometimes, the best method to get what he wanted from Hale was to manhandle him,
and because Hale closed his eyes right then, Rusty let Hale’s hands go and grabbed his waist. A
fast pull and twist, a loud scream, and then  Hale was sitting on the center bench  with  the  boat
only wobbling a little bit.
“You bastard,” Hale said breathlessly.
“You’re in the boat.”
He shook his head, but smiled just a bit while he panted. “Fuck you.”
“Let’s get away from shore first.”
Hale barked a laugh, one hand now gripping the seat and the other pressed over his heart.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Rusty said and sat down on the triangle seat in the bow. He cupped Hale’s
face  and  gave  him  tiny kisses on  the  tip  of  his nose, each  flushed  cheekbone, and  his favorite
freckle beside Hale’s left eye.
Hale took a deep breath and let it out. “It’s okay. I didn’t know I’d be so nervous.”
“Did it anyway, though.” Rusty smiled at Hale. “My beautiful, brave boyfriend.”
Hale relaxed his head into Rusty’s hands. “Yep, I’m a total stud.”
Rusty laughed until their lips touched, then he kissed his studly man, tasting the sweat on his
upper  lip  and  the  sweet  tea  they’d  had  with  lunch.  Gradually, Hale  really  relaxed  and  kissed
Rusty back with  his usual passion.  When  they pulled  back to smile  at each  other, Hale  looked
much better.
“Okay?”
“Yeah. Now what?”
Rusty sat back. “Now you row.”
“Seriously?”
“Well, yeah. Hale, it’s a rowboat.”
He glanced at the oars on either side of  him, then looked back at Rusty. “Yes, I can see that.
And the floating on the water part helped too.”
Rusty sighed and rubbed at his forehead. “Hale, I really want you to experience these things
with me. Being out on this lake was one of my most favorite things to do growing up and—”
“Rusty—”
“—I want to share that with you because—”
“Honey, just—”
“—I love you.”
Hale grabbed both sides of  Rusty’s neck and gave him a little shake. “I don’t. Know how. To
row. A boat.”
“Oh! Sorry.” Rusty felt his cheeks heating.
“It’s okay.” Hale chuckled and kissed his nose. “And I love you too and I do want to do this, so
again… Now what?”
Rusty took Hale’s hands and figured this would just be easier. “Switch places with me.”
Hale giggled. “I do like it when we switch.” Then he suddenly stood up.
Immediately, the boat rocked precariously, Hale  hollered in  alarm  and  dropped down  to  sit
with a thump. A terrified  look on  his face, he gripped  the seat on either side  of  his thighs and
stared at Rusty.
Again, Rusty refused to let himself  laugh.  “Get up gently,” he  whispered  and lost his battle
with a smile. “And stay low like this.”
He lifted up just enough to clear his seat then pivoted around to sit beside Hale. Hale nodded,
still looking a little frantic, so Rusty gave him a quick peck on his cheek. Smiling now, Hale mimicked Rusty’s move until he sat on the bow. He looked behind himself, patted the wood that fit all
the way to the tip, then delicately lay down on  his back. Rusty watched with a grin as Hale got
comfortable then let out a long-suffering sigh.
“I’m exhausted.”
“Good thing you have someone here to row the boat for you then.”
Hale closed his eyes and waved his hand. “Heave to and weigh anchor or whatever. Let’s do
this thing.”
Chuckling, Rusty untied the  line  before giving the boat a gentle  push  away from  the dock.
Hale stayed still on his bow while Rusty turned around. It was a shame the rowboat didn’t have
the oars that would let him face forward; he would’ve liked to keep an eye on Hale. With no help
for it, Rusty lowered the oars into the water with a plunk.
“I thought this was the front,” Hale said behind him.
“It is.” Rusty used the oars to point them toward the middle of  the lake. “I just have to face
this way to make us go that way.” He demonstrated with a couple pulls on the oars before looking
over his shoulder.
Hale grinned at him  as he leaned back on one elbow. “I do like watching your back muscles
flex.” He waved at him again. “Row on, slave boy.”
Rusty snorted, then decided to have some fun and whipped off  his T-shirt. Hale wolf-whistled
at him, Rusty gave him a wink in return, then he set to rowing again.
It was easy to fall into the rhythm of  push and pull that made the little row boat glide through
the water. The oars creaked in their  holders, splashed a bit coming up, and plopped going back
down into the water. This was soothing work and took Rusty back ten years at least, to when he
came out here to row and think. To figure himself  out. He’d come out to himself  in this boat on
this water.
Suddenly, Rusty heard a very unmistakable sound: Hale making one of  his sex noises. Rusty
looked over his shoulder with the next pull on the oars and nearly dropped them. He definitely
needed to get a better look.
Hale giggled at him  when Rusty turned around. Giggled and smiled while he bit his bottom
lip, tweaked his nipple, and gave his erection a slow tug. While Rusty had been rowing, Hale had
managed to completely unbutton his shirt and open his jeans obscenely without Rusty having a
clue.
“I said I like watching your muscles flex,” Hale said as he played with himself  again. “Then I
started thinking ‘stroke’ every time you rowed.” He giggled and stroked.
“And this would be the other reason  I brought you out here,” Rusty said as he let go of  the
oars and dropped to his knees in the belly of the boat.
“Oh good.” Hale pulled on his dick to lift his balls up. “Lick please?”
Rusty leaned in and licked those naked nuts, his chin in the V of  Hale’s open  jeans. Musky
man scent filled his nose while he stared past Hale’s fingers as they teased his cockhead, to watch
Hale’s blue eyes watching him in return. The slightly salty taste of  Hale’s sweat made Rusty open
up  and  suck  one  little  egg of  flesh  into his mouth.  Hale’s pink lips parted  for  an  appreciative
groan.
Wanting more room, more skin, Rusty released Hale’s nut, then tugged down his jeans to his
ankles. He popped off  one of  Hale’s sneakers, then spread those creamy thighs wide and smiled
at all that bare, flushed skin that was all his.
Hale giggled. “My bare butt is on a boat.”
“Hey, this little boat’s coming full circle here, Hale. It’s the first time the bare butt hasn’t been
mine.”
“Aw!” He  pointed  his dick at him. “Make  our  row boat happy and  show  it you’re  not just
some pervy, lakeside masturbator by blowing me.”
Rusty laughed and lurched up, taking Hale’s cock deep into his throat. He might have heard
the splash  of  an  oar  going into the  water  from  that sudden, boat-wobbling move.  Hale gave a
holler, though, and buried his fingers in Rusty’s hair. Rusty really didn’t care about oars just then.
Not with a thick tube of  pulsing velvet filling his mouth, a tightening sac on his chin, and sounds
of imminent release echoing through the valley.
Oars? What oars?
Trapped  inside  his own  pants, Rusty rubbed  his swelling cock into the  door beneath Hale’s
bench. He could hear the latch rattling in addition to his own porn sounds and Hale’s breathless
encouragement.
“So good at this. Oh, Rusty. Yes, that. Baby, yes!”
When Hale’s hips started undulating, Rusty met each thrust with a bob of  his head. He petted Hale’s sides and hips, all that smooth skin with lean muscles flexing just beneath it. This was
exactly  what  Rusty  had  daydreamed  about  doing  in  this boat  so  long  ago.  He’d  desperately
wanted a boyfriend  to lavish with  affection and attention. He’d longed to know what it felt like,
smelled like, tasted like to love someone.
Hale came with spurts of  creamy brine that Rusty swallowed  eagerly. He loved  the wail his
boyfriend gave as fingers dug into his scalp and Hale’s whole body tensed up and trembled with
that ball-emptying effort. Rusty sucked gently, licked  slowly, and ignored  himself  for just a little
longer. Finally, Hale blinked down at him and smiled crookedly.
Rusty fumbled with his jeans, got them  open, and gave himself  just two tugs before  he was
coming in messy streamers onto the little door under Hale’s seat. He moaned into Hale’s hipbone
and  then leaned there panting into soft pubes. The  scent of  sex and man  mingled so  perfectly
with the crisp spring air. Rusty smiled with the contentment of  wish-fulfillment. Fingers combed
through his hair, relaxing him even more as tension drained away and left his body humming.
Another splash had him lifting his head.
Hale frowned down at him. “Was that a splash?”
“Yep.”
His eyes went wide and he covered his cock and balls with his hands. “Is someone nearby?”
“I forgot to secure  the  oars.” Rusty felt himself  blushing as he looked  to the empty holders
and then back at Hale. “They fell in the lake.”
Hale snorted, then giggled. “Guess we’re stuck out here, huh?”
“The current will probably bring us to shore in a while.” Rusty shrugged. “No worries.”
“Oh, I’m not worried,” Hale said in his seductive voice and trailed his fingertips down Rusty’s
jaw. “Just wondering how we’ll ever manage to pass the time…”
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About the Author
Thorny Sterling is the  pen  name for a young gay man  who started a blog and discovered a
talent for writing—at least, that’s what they tell him! This story was inspired by a photograph, as
were  a few  others available  online  for  free.  He’s currently  writing  a longer  story he  hopes to
someday publish. When  he’s not doing that, he’s being domestic with his smexy husband, working, and going to college.
You  can  find  Thorny  on  his  blog http://thornynotprickly.wordpress.com,  the  group  blog
Chicks &  Dicks http://www.chicksanddicksrainbow.com, and  on  Goodreads  and  Twitter, just
search for his name.
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