Elick froze in place, fear rocketed throughout his body. Where could Mallard have gone so quickly? Elick hoped his parents didn’t find his secret man. He looked around his room and tried to keep his voice low. “Mallard, where are you?” He crept across his room, thinking Mallard may have hidden somewhere. However, there wasn’t a lot to hide behind, only a desk or bed.

Water splashed around in Elick’s bathroom and like a radar his ears tuned in at lightning speed. He dashed into his bathroom and found Mallard running a bath. “Mallard, what are you doing?!”

Mallard waved his hands back and forth through the water. “Did you know water pours out and makes a tiny pool?” His wide-eyed expression was like an innocent child.

Elick held his chest, it was like his heart was going to melt. He gave a sigh of relief and slumped against the wall. Mallard’s nudity could not compare to his endearing innocence, but it left a strange feeling inside Elick. Even though he didn’t know who this strange man was, Elick felt at ease around Mallard as if everything would be okay. Something stirred within him as if it were a familiar presence.

Mallard smiled back at him and cupped his hands together to lift some water. “This is so nice, Elick.”

Elick chuckled and lifted Mallard by the arm. “Come on now, why are you running a bath? You’re gonna fill it too full.” A stray thought entered Elick’s mind like lewd commentary, and he wished Mallard could fill him up. He squirmed around, feeling a sensation tingle around the cheeks of his bum, past his hole, and through the shaft of his manhood. It made him go weak in the knees with thoughts of Mallard’s long member thrusting in and out of him.

“Why are you blushing?” Mallard asked.

Elick jolted out of his daze and turned away. He felt hot and fanned himself to hide his growing boner. “N-nothing. Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Elick looked back and Mallard was closing the gap with his arms wide open. He grabbed Elick by the back of his robe, embraced him, and nuzzled against the back of his head.

“Wait a minute, why are you so sticky?” Elick pulled away and touched Mallard’s abs. He did it without asking if he could and when he realized what he had done, he frowned. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” He looked up, feeling nervous as he waited for Mallard’s consent.

Mallard grabbed Elick’s hand and rubbed it against his abs. He spread his legs wider, and his member dangled, still dribbling its nectar as if aroused. “It…keeps leaking. Am I broken like my fishbowl?” He led Elick’s hand down along his lower abdomen and across the soft silver hairs of his manhood.

Elick jerked his hand away. It was all too hot and weird for him to make sense of. Finally, he could have his way with the man of his dreams but when Mallard mentioned his fish it threw off his fantasy. Elick sighed, it was the second or third time tonight that his fantasy man had busted his expectations. He couldn’t help but think how Mallard was busting all the wrong things.

“Elick?”

Elick looked back with a smirk. He was confused and aroused. “You can’t be my fish, can you? You’re just a stray man, right? Amnesia or a pervert, right?” He took a closer look at Mallard’s face and slapped himself. “No. You’re just a stranger—like a one-night stand.”

“Why do you call me, Mr. Fishy?” Mallard grabbed Elick’s hands and pulled him close.

Elick couldn’t pull away. “I named my fish that because it was the best I could come up with. My grandma gave him to me and expected a name immediately.” He felt annoyed and tried to wiggle free.

“I waited and waited alongside you. From the first years of what you call college, to the diploma, and birthdays. I saw it all from my fishbowl.”

Elick shook his head. “That’s not possible. Who told you…”

“I was so happy when you’d smile, but when you looked sad there was nothing I could do. After all these years, I wanted to do something to help you.”

Elick’s head was swimming with thoughts. There was no way his precious fish could turn into a man. Magic isn’t real and this wasn’t a fairytale moment. “I don’t understand, Mallard. How can I trust you?” He thought back to the broken fishbowl and then noticed the light glistening off Mallard’s iridescent scales. He hadn’t put much thought into it before but now, everything appeared clearer. Narrow slits across Mallard’s neck rippled like gills and patches of scales covered his body like smooth tattoos.

“I want to be with you,” Mallard said. His eyes looked glossy, and his lips quivered. He embraced Elick within his arms and squished his face between his firm pecs. “I’ll do whatever I can to make you happy.”

Elick felt overwhelmed and felt limp in Mallard’s arms. He wanted a relationship where someone would be kind, but it all seemed too good to be true. How could anyone trust some random man that appears in your home? “How long do you plan to stay with me? What do you want to do?” Elick asked.

“I want to do everything with you. I’ll be with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

Elick slid his hand across Mallard’s abs. “I don’t think I’d feel well, knowing I threw you out on the street,” Elick said. He scoffed and looked up with a chuckle. “I guess I’ll keep you around and try to pass you off as a friend or something.”

“Really?!” Mallard looked so excited with a wide smile stretched across his face. He squeezed Elick and pulled him into a kiss before either knew what was happening. Mallard’s member stiffened up and rubbed against Elick’s robe. Mallard let out a little moan and thrust his hips towards Elick, he looked like he liked it.

Elick snickered and pushed him away, playfully. “Wait! We forgot the water.” He bent over to turn the water off; it had nearly run over the tub. When he turned back, he nearly stabbed himself with Mallard’s throbbing manhood. The tip stared him in the face as it oozed out shiny droplets of precum.

Mallard blushed and made a sultry face. It was like he was begging Elick to touch it. “Wh-why does it hurt like that but feel so good?”

“Pfft. Alright, I’ll help you, but I’m too exhausted from all this to do anything more. If you don’t run away, maybe we’ll continue this tomorrow.” Elick gripped Mallard’s legs and licked his lips. This was like many of his imaginative scenarios, all he had to do was suck it like in a porn video. He felt nervous and a hot queasy feeling rose within the pit of his stomach. He worked his fingers up Mallard’s thighs and squeezed his cheeks. “Just let me do it, okay.”

Mallard nodded.

Elick moved in and hovered over the tip of his cock. He could feel the heat radiating off Mallard’s member when his lips touched the tip. He gave it a quick lick and looked away, feeling shy. The sweet and salty taste lingered on his tongue. Elick knew he had to get it together and be sexy. He looked up to make sure it was okay, but Mallard was too dazed with ecstasy.

Then, with a deep breath, Elick wrapped his lips around the head. It was warm and soft as he slid down the throbbing shaft. He tried to imagine it was like eating a hot banana. The veins around Mallard’s cock throbbed and bulged when Elick pulled back and went in again. He was mindful not to use his teeth because he knew that it’d kill the moment if he bit down. Although Mallard didn’t seem to notice his lack of skills, he moaned with every motion Elick made.

Elick grew excited, his own cock had stiffened up and rose between the slit in his robe. He spread his legs wider and wanted to enjoy the moment. His entire body felt hot and tingly as he tried to slide Mallard’s cock deeper into his mouth. He felt it touch the back of his throat and nearly gagged. He quickly pulled out and took a deep breath. He started to stroke Mallard’s shaft and pulled him closer so that he was standing over Elick. He gave Mallard’s balls a gentle lick and started sucking on them. This was everything Elick dreamed of, and he decided to let himself enjoy it.

“Elick! Are you in the shower? I’m coming in!” said his mother.