The Duck Fic

His Feathers

How could something feel so right?

Finally, they tackled each other, embracing in their affection and attraction for each other. Josh landed on his back, this glowing being on top of him. He and the duck giggled. They giggled for what seemed like minutes but was really seconds. The duck's brown eyes stared at him once again. Josh stared back, trying to mimic his engaging look. The gap between them once again was too vast. They closed in to find themselves in a deep and passionate kiss. It felt like the world was finally one. All things, bad and good, were eradicated from existence. Everything around them was gone. Josh loved this duck's bill, as hard as it was to kiss. His milky white feathers were soft to the touch, just as he thought. 

Josh felt the most secure he had felt since he left his parents' house. This duck made him feel alive. Like he was the only one in existence. After what felt like hours, the fell apart in a rush of breathless motions and lust. He opened his eyes to find the duck, in all his glory, staring at him. He knew his intent. The duck's wing slowly moved toward Josh's gym shorts. Soon, the duck palmed him. Josh gasped in pleasure. He felt so good, so right. Josh realized how one-sided this really was and moved his hand to the duck's lower half. 

"quack quack quack~," the duck said, in a mocking tone while wriggling his index finger. Josh was at a loss. How could this beauty make him feel so good but he couldn't make him feel good in return? The duck steadily slid off his shorts, to reveal Josh's large member. The duck slightly gasped, but his composure remained. He started stroking with his feathered hand.