I Started the New Year with a Bang! (Patreon)

Hey everyone! Good to be back. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and New Year’s Eve, and a smooth start to 2026 (it still feels very odd saying that, lol).

I’m back to my regular schedule now, and I’m going to start things off with a real story about what went down with me on New Year’s Eve. After that, I’ll be rolling into a short two-part story to kick off the new year with a blank slate. Let me know if that one intrigues you and if you’d like it continued.

I’ll also be picking back up the regular stories like International Manwhore, Exploration Date, Boner Bros Saga. And 40 Is the New 40, (the continuation of Uncle Chris’s story), will keep running every other Tuesday. On top of that, due to popular demand, I’m writing a few more parts of Jingle Balls, which I’ll be sprinkling in from time to time.

Thanks for being here in the new year. Love you all,Blake

Everyone in this story is 18+

I promised you guys an update if I went into the new year with a bang, and holy shit, I definitely did. Here’s the story, 100% true and fresh from New Year’s Eve.

There’s this guy in my friend circle who I find insanely hot. He’s 22, let’s call him Josh. Fit but not jacked, 6’1”, brown shaggy hair, and those deep brown eyes that straight-up pierce your soul.

My best friend threw a New Year’s party and it was solid: champagne, fireworks, the usual vibe. Josh and I had been eye-fucking each other all night. I was a bit shy, waiting for him to make the first move. I had no clue if he was gay, but nothing screamed straight either. We’d been flirty for a while and the chemistry was off the charts.

The party wrapped around 2:00 a.m. Usually we go longer, but my bestie is preggo so it ended early. Everyone was bouncing around, figuring out next plans. Then Josh walks up with that sexy-ass grin and asks if he can ride with me. I’d already decided to head home early for a solo New Year’s tug, and he said he lived close by.

We get in the car and start talking properly for the first time, mostly we’d just been throwing smoldering looks before. He’s actually a cool guy. Then he admits he doesn’t live in my direction at all. I offer to have the driver drop him home after. He flashes that grin again and says, “How about we just continue the party at your place?”

Bro, my dick literally twitched. I said yes so fucking fast.

We pull up to my place, his hand clamped high on my thigh the whole ride, fingers digging in like he owns the spot. My dick’s been rock-hard and straining since the first squeeze, I knew exactly where this was headed.

Inside, I pop more champagne (actually cheap prosecco) and we crash on the couch. We talk for a bit, and damn, he’s actually a solid dude, vibing like we’ve known each other forever. The bottle passes, the room heats up.

Talk slides into sex, porn, the usual. He admits he’s bi. Score. One thing leads to another, and I’m like fuck it, cast some porn straight to the TV. First time I’ve ever done that, usually it’s just me and my phone.

Screen fills with two guys pounding away. We’re both tenting hard, hands rubbing over pants like we’re past pretending. He gets ballsy first, glances over and asks, “Cool if I just go for it?” I nod quick. “Yeah, do it.”

He unzips, pulls out a solid six-incher, shaved smooth, balls heavy and full, pubes trimmed tight just how I like. They look pent-up, aching, same as mine.

I yank mine out too. He eyes it, says, “Nice one.” I smirk back, “Same.”

We start stroking side by side, slow then faster, syncing up. The porn’s blasting, wet slaps and grunts echoing. I’m feeling bold, look down at his dick, flushed, leaking—and ask, “Can I touch?” He grins that killer grin. “Go ahead.”

I reach over. His skin’s burning hot. Pre dripping from the slit, running down the shaft and pooling on his balls. I smear it around with my thumb, circle the swollen head slow. He lets out this low, dirty sound that makes my dick jump.

His hand wraps around mine then, stroking firm, matching my rhythm. I’m throbbing in his grip.

He looks at me with those big puppy eyes, voice rough. “You can taste it if you want.”

No hesitation on my part. I lean down, tongue out, lap up the fresh bead of precum right from the tip, salty, thick. I keep my hand on his balls, rolling them gently while I take more of him in my mouth. He’s warm, heavy on my tongue. I suck slow at first, letting him fill me up, then faster, cheeks hollowing, tongue dragging along the underside.

I bob deeper, throat opening, taking him until my nose hits his trimmed pubes. Drool spills down his shaft, mixing with the precum.

Honestly, I wasn’t really prepped for fucking, but right then I was this close to pulling off and asking if he was dtf anyway. Lube’s in the drawer, condoms too, why not just say fuck it and go for it? But before I can even lift my head to ask, his cock head erupts.

It caught me off guard, I usually clock the cues way earlier, but this time I was too busy choking on him. He came a ton, not super thick but a straight-up flood, warm and kinda pleasant-tasting, nothing bitter. I tried to swallow it all, but it was too much too fast; I coughed hard, a big glob of cum poured out around his shaft and dripping down his balls. He just laughed, low, breathy, not mocking at all, while I wiped my chin and grinned back at him.

He’s slumped back, chest heaving, still twitching. “Holy shit.”

I wipe my mouth, laugh.

Then he asks, “your turn?”

“Nah, too buzzed, takes me forever to bust when I’ve been drinking. I’m good.”

No awkward bullshit after. We just chill, dicks softening, porn still playing, passing the prosecco like nothing happened. He crashes on the couch at first, but later slides into bed with me. Morning comes, his sister picks him up early. He grabs my phone, adds himself on Snap, winks. “We’re not done, right?”

We’ve been snapping since, so maybe I’ll get that fuck as well?