New Year's Eve

I wanted to write a story for the holiday, and I really just started writing without a plan in mind. Luckily for us, I ended up really liking how this one turned out! To get sentimental, I had no idea whether I'd stick with Patreon this year or whether I'd even have any readers, so I just wanted to say how much this means to me. More to come in 2024!

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“Come here, handsome.”

Following him into his office, the sounds of the party behind us melted away once he closed the door. Hank was hosting his New Year’s Eve party at his place like he’d done for the past few years, but this year just felt different- more electric. The appetizers had been the same, and the guest list had barely changed from last year. We all ignored Ryan Seacrest on the tv in the living room, and we all drank the same cheap champagne because we weren’t going to waste our money to get drunk on the expensive stuff.

No, the only thing that changed was Hank. He’d been with his boyfriend last year, and like a good friend, I never let him know that I didn’t think they were right together. That would be an awful idea especially if he found out that I was extremely attracted to him. So, I privately celebrated on my own once he told me that they were done. Now… now I had no idea what I wanted to say back to him, so I just followed him quietly in here as we laid our champagne flutes down on the shelf by the door.

“I’ve been trying to get you alone all night.”

“Oh really? To talk about what?”

My heart was pounding, but it somehow beat even faster once he answered by planting a kiss on me. I melted into him as his hand grabbed onto my hair, pulling me closer until I could feel the warmth of his body radiate into me. Somehow, I pulled myself away though, looking into his eyes as I spoke.

“Hank, I don’t want you to kiss me just because you’re drunk.”

“That’s the reason I feel brave enough to do this- it’s not the reason I’m doing it in the first place.”

His face let me know that he was telling the truth. He was far too handsome not to get any guy that he wanted for a quick one night stand, so I realized that he might feel the same about me that I felt about him. This was not the moment to find all of that out though- this was about action.

Pushing him down onto the couch behind us, we started ripping off each other’s clothes. Our shirts started a pile on the floor followed by our pants and his underwear. Sliding onto them on my knees, I took his cock into my mouth, already hard from the pure tension in the room. He was moaning into his fist even though the sounds of the party were drowning out our pleasure anyway.

His body was immaculate, and my hands explored his juicy pecs and that chest of his. He was doing some contortionist act as well to get his hands on me until he finally stood up to take his turn. I got onto the couch and let him pull my briefs off with his teeth, a move that would have looked so silly if I wasn’t so incredibly turned on already.

Both naked, there was no turning back as his lips wrapped around my cock next. He was driving me fucking wild, and I knew that I’d be coming soon with how hot his mouth was. His tongue was playing a symphony around my shaft, and the performance just kept speeding up. My head was thrown back in ecstasy, and I wasn’t able to focus on anything else which is how I didn’t even hear the door opening. I never heard them counting down or calling our names either.

“Hank, Rich, you two in here?”

Heather was framed in the doorway, and she couldn’t say another word as she stared at the two of us. Hank had pulled off of me and turned to look at his best friend, and I couldn’t hold out any longer no matter how hard I tried. With just cheers in the background as the clock flipped over to 2024, I sprayed my seed all over the side of Hank’s face and hair. A hand flew to Heather’s mouth as she backed away, leaving the door wide open behind her.

I felt sure that Hank would run to go close it, but he just turned back to me, licking my cum off of his face with a smirk that had me ready for round two again. He kissed me one last time silently before we got dressed. We at least had our pants back on before a few more friends peeked inside with a laugh, but that embarrassment wouldn’t set in until later.

Not until after I’d woken up with a hangover in my own bed the next morning. Everything came flooding back at once, and I checked my phone to see if I’d done anything else embarrassing. There were no photos posted anywhere, and I only had one text.

Good morning, just to let you know, I remember everything from last night. Thanks for making this the best New Year’s yet- we’re meeting for lunch today. I’ll let you pick.

The sun seemed a little brighter as I realized that the only thing I wanted to pick was him.