I Took Dick for New Year’s - Part I

Everyone in this story is 18+

This is part one of three in this New Year's Eve special. I hope you enjoy it!

The cozy living room was alive with laughter, chatter, and the soft hum of a playlist that alternated between holiday classics and upbeat pop. Every year, my family and Walker's family brought in the new year together. It was tradition—one we both pretended to find annoying but secretly loved.

I adjusted my glasses and shifted awkwardly on the couch, glancing at the clock. 10:00 PM. Walker, my best friend since we were in diapers, was perched on the armrest, sipping soda like it was champagne and making loud jokes that earned him disapproving looks from the adults.

I nudged Walker as he flopped down next to me, the fabric of our jeans brushing together. "You’re gonna get yourself in trouble, you know."

"Trouble? Me? Never." Walker smirked, his green eyes glittering with playfulness and charm. Then he nudged me back and nodded toward the hallway. "Bathroom?"

I rolled my eyes, but I got up. We’d been doing this for years, ever since we were kids—peeing at the same time, side by side, as some sort of ridiculous tradition. Walker thought it was hilarious, and I… well, I guess I did too.

Standing next to him at the toilet, I couldn’t help but glance over. It was instinctual, and I felt my face flush as I noticed. It hung there, longer and slightly thicker than I remembered from the last time we’d done this. "Hey," I muttered, frowning with a mix of annoyance and self-consciousness. "Yours has grown a bit. That’s not fair. Mine’s stopped growing."

Walker snorted, giving me a playful shove with his elbow. "Jealous much? Maybe your folks should’ve fed you better."

"Shut up," I grumbled, trying to focus on not splashing.

As we finished up, Walker turned toward the cabinet above the sink. "Do your folks have anything fun in here?" he asked, rummaging without waiting for an answer.

"Walker, don’t—"

But he’d already pulled out a little blue pill standing neatly on a small plastic tray, his eyes lighting up as he examined it. "Dude. Little blue pills."

I froze. "What?"

Walker held one up like it was a trophy. "I’ve seen these in movies. These are those things. You know."

"Walker, don’t even think about it."

"Relax." He grinned, tossing one into his mouth and swallowing before I could stop him. "Hey, it probably doesn’t work anyway. What’s the worst that could happen?"

By 10:45 PM, I noticed Walker shifting uncomfortably beside me. His usually smug expression was replaced with something less cocky and more... concerned.

"Uh, Evan?" Walker tugged at the collar of his T-shirt, his voice low. "I think I screwed up."

I arched an eyebrow. "What now?"

Walker leaned closer, his words rushed and slightly panicked. "I think it’s working. Like, really working."

I glanced down at Walker's lap—I couldn’t help it—and sure enough, the problem was glaringly obvious. Walker shifted again, trying in vain to adjust himself, his cheeks unusually red.

"You’re kidding." My voice cracked. "What were you even thinking?"

"I wasn’t! I thought it’d be funny, okay? Now it’s... it’s just not going away!" Walker hissed, gripping my arm like it was a lifeline. "Dude, you have to help me."

My heart raced, my mind spiraling into uncharted territory. "H-how the hell am I supposed to help you with that?"

Walker bit his lip, his usual bravado nowhere to be found. "I don’t know, man! You’re the smart one. Figure it out!"

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry as the implications of Walker’s words settled in. My gaze flickered to Walker’s lap again before darting away, heat creeping up my neck.

"Okay," I said finally, my voice shaky. "Let’s go to my room. We can... figure something out there."

Walker gave a sharp nod, standing up too quickly and grimacing before muttering a string of curses under his breath. I helped Walker to my room without revealing his New Year’s pole to everyone. Drunk parents did help, their laughter and chatter masking our hasty exit. My pulse thundered with every step as we climbed the stairs.

Once inside my room, the door clicked shut, and I locked it, and the air between us shifted—heavy, charged. The room was silent except for the muffled sounds of the New Year’s Eve countdown downstairs. Walker dropped onto the edge of my bed, his hands gripping his knees as though holding himself together.

I lingered by the door, unsure what to do with my hands, my eyes glued to Walker. "So... um... what exactly do you want me to do?"

Walker looked up at me, his green eyes dark, his voice low and rough. "I need you to help me make it... go down."

My breath hitched, as I walked closer to him. "I—uh—"

"Please," Walker said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "You’re the only person I trust."

Something about the way Walker said it made my chest tighten. My hesitation cracked under the weight of those words. I took a step closer and sat next to him, my fingers trembling as I reached out.

"This doesn’t mean anything, okay?" I blurted, my words tumbling out in a rush as if saying them fast enough would make them true.

Walker’s lips curved into a weak smirk, though the discomfort was plain in his expression. "Yeah, sure. Just... help me fix this. Please."

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat almost painful. My eyes darted downward—to the very obvious problem straining against Walker’s jeans—and I felt a surge of heat flood my cheeks.

"Right. Okay." My hands still trembled slightly as I put my hands on his thighs. "We’ll just... handle it. And then we never talk about it again."

"Fine by me," Walker murmured, leaning back on his palms.