Elick dashed out his room, slipped on the wet floor, and slammed into the wall. He had forgotten to dry his feet after leaving the bathroom and regretted it. His body ached a little but at least it got rid of his boner.

“Elick! What was that?” his mother asked.

Fear shot through Elick like a cold chill. He hoped his mother wouldn’t come towards him when his bedroom door suddenly creeked open. His heart sank when Mallard peeked out the door.

“Elick, come here. What are you doing?” his mother asked.

Elick shooed Mallard back with a wave of his arms. “Get back in there. Close the door,” he said. He tried to keep his voice at a whisper.

“There you are!” said his mother.

Elick stiffened up and tried to laugh off his awkwardness. “Y-yes?”

She narrowed her eyes and gave him a grim look. “What are you up to?” She looked around him. “What was that noise?”

“I tripped and fell into the wall. It’s nothing, mom.”

She gave a quick sigh and whirled around. “Whatever.” She waved her hand. “Come help me with the groceries.”

Once they were out in the garage, Elick helped his mother bring the grocery bags inside. Bag after bag, he could only think of Mallard, his tan skin, his long hair, and his throbbing manhood. Elick’s body tingled with excitement and embarrassment.

“What are you doing, son?” His mother startled Elick out of his daze and scowled back at him with an arm full of bags. “You stand there just like your father.”

Elick’s heart pounded, and he looked back and forth as if his secret had been revealed. He felt hot and nervous because it was only a matter of time before Mallard was discovered. Without wasting any more time, he gathered up the remaining bags and threw them onto the kitchen counter. “Here. Love you. Bye.”

“Wait, what?”

He dashed into his room and slammed the door shut.

“Elick, you better help me put these away!” she said.

He slid against the door as Mallard approached, still wearing the towel around his waist. Elick squished his face around and sighed. He didn’t know how he was going to explain this mystery man.

“What’s wrong, Elick?” Mallard asked. He placed his hand along Elick’s cheek.

Elick sighed and looked away. “I have to think of something quick, but I don’t know how to explain a surprise visit from a friend I never had.” He looked up at Mallard and his crimson eyes sparkled against the sunlight. “I have to get you dressed.”

“Get me dressed? What do you mean?”

Elick took Mallard by the hand and lead him into his bedroom closet. He shuffled through the stacks of clothes piled on the shelves as Mallard watched. In a panic, Elick flung shirt after shirt over his shoulder, wondering what might fit Mallard. “Here, take this and put it on,” Elick said.

Mallard took a handful of shirts and shorts and held them up. He observed them like they were something strange. He scrunched up his face, and then he looked as though he were in awe. “How do I use this, Elick?”

“What?” Elick looked dumbfounded. “What do you mean…how do you use it?” Elick took the floral t-shirt and held it up and shook his head.

Mallard shrugged. “What do I do?”

“Here, let me help you.” Elick slid his hands along Mallard’s waist and lifted his arms. “Slip this over your head and put your arms in.”

Mallard did as he was told and pried his head through the tight hole. “I think I’m stuck.” He had caught his arms and head and gotten stuck. “I need help.” Elick chuckled and tugged on the shirt until Mallard was freed. Long silvery locks cascaded along the tight shirt. Mallard’s thick pecks and abs could be seen through the fabric.

Elick blushed and wanted to touch Mallard, but he had to resist. “It looks like you’re wearing a crop top.” Elick chuckled. “I don’t think my shirts are long enough for your waist.”

Mallard twitched and yanked on the shirt. He looked uncomfortable until he stretched it out a little. The threads snapped and pulled apart until he gave a relaxed sigh. “There. That’s better.” He smiled and tugged on the shirt.

“Sorry, I wish it wasn’t so tight, but it is kind of funny.”

Mallard remained silent and tugged at his towel. It fell around his ankles, exposing his large manhood. “Do we hide this too?”

Elick chuckled and nodded. “Yes, unfortunately we must hide that too.”

With Elick’s help, Mallard slipped the shorts on and was completely covered. “I don’t feel very free,” Mallard said.

Elick shrugged and pulled at his own clothes. “There’s not a lot I can do about that. It’s how we must dress if we want to go out.” He peeked his head outside the door and looked around. His bedroom door was still closed, and he felt his senses tingle with rising tension. “Now all we have to do is show you off to my mother…she’ll tell dad all about it later.” He grabbed Mallard by the hand and walked out. “Look, we’re coming out of the closet!”

“I don’t get it, Elick.”

“Never mind…”

Slowly, Elick crept out his bedroom in search of his mother. He could hear her outside on the patio. He shoved Mallard towards the back door. “Hurry, we’ll make it seem like you just came over.” He knocked on the door and Mallard walked through.

“Uhm…hi?”

“Mallard! Hello!” Elick hoped his mother could hear him. “Come in, welcome to my home.” He was so nervous and trembled every step of the way. He didn’t know if his mother would believe him, but he was going to try his best. They walked outside and his mother turned around and gasped.

“Who’s this, Elick?” She narrowed her eyes and folded her arms. “Is this your friend?”

Elick nervously nodded. “Y-yes. This is my friend, Mallard.”

Mallard bowed and tugged at his shirt. “N-nice to meet you.”

She eyed his exposed abs and watched him fumble with his shirt. “Is that so?” She shrugged and walked inside. “Tell me, how did you two meet, Elick? I didn’t know you knew anyone. When did you find time to go out?”

Elick froze, he hadn’t thought about answering any questions. “He—he’s my online friend. He came to visit.”

“Oh, really?” She sat at the counter and leaned back with her legs crossed. She looked as though she were judging them both.