JOEY & CHANDLER - Chapter 6
It was early morning, and Ross woke up in Joey's bed with a bad hangover from the previous night. When Ross sat up, he realized he wasn't in his own bed.
Joey rolled over, still very tired, and said, "Good morning Ross."
Ross gave a confused stare back and questioned, "Uh, Joey, I'm in your bed. I'm in your bed with you and I'm only wearing my boxer shorts. Can you explain why I'm here?"
Joey looked at Ross and suddenly realized that Ross didn't remember a thing about what had taken place last night.
"Ross, you...you don't remember anything about last night," Joey asked.
"Oh God," Ross exclaimed. "Did we...uh...you know, do anything?"
"We sure did, and Chandler helped," Joey confessed.
"What???" Ross said as he jumped out of the bed and began looking for his clothes.
"You came home after a fight with Rachel, and you asked if you could stay at our place after she kicked you out. After you got in bed with me, one thing led to another and..."
"Rachel," Ross interrupted as his mind flashed back to the fight he and Rachel had experienced the previous night. "I've got to go find her and make up."
Ross soon found his clothes and was almost finished dressing by the time he was leaving Joey and Chandler's apartment.
"You're not mad about last night, are you?" Joey shouted as Ross was exiting.
"Joey, I don't even remember what happened last night," Ross answered as he ran out the apartment door. "I'll talk to you about that later."
As soon as Ross was gone, Joey mumbled to himself, "He doesn't remember. Well I thought I was pretty good last night."
Chandler had just gotten up and walked out into the living room of their apartment and saw Joey, as usual, dressed only in tight white Calvin Klien briefs. Chandler was wearing a T-shirt and striped boxers.
"Chandler, Ross didn't remember a thing about last night," Joey stated.
"Joey, he was drunk. He's lucky that he remembers his own name after last night. And maybe it's better that he doesn't remember what happened. I still think he was too drunk to be having sex, even if he did ask us for it," Chandler explained.
"You weren't complaining when Ross was going down on you," Joey countered.
"Well...er...I have to admit he was really good. At least as good as you are," Chandler confessed.
"Anything Ross can do, I can do better," Joey exclaimed as he walked over to Chandler, got on his knees, and slid Chandler's boxers down.
Surprised, Chandler said, "Joey what are you doing? I don't have time for that this morning."
"I'm gonna prove to you that Italians do it better," Joey remarked as he took hold of Chandler's flaccid cock, and began stroking it until it became fully erect.
"Joey, I'm going to be late for work...Joey are you listening?" Chandler questioned.
Joey ignored Chandler, and began licking the head of Chandler's hard cock. This caused Chandler to shake a bit, because Joey was licking the most pleasurable and sensitive area of his penis. Soon, Joey let his tongue explore the shaft of Chandler's 8 inch cock. Eventually, Joey's lips were tightly wrapped around Chandler's dick.
"Joey...I...can't...Joey...that's...that's good," Chandler admitted as he began to seriously enjoy the blow job Joey was generously providing.
Joey steadily sucked on Chandler's member as Chandler thought to himself that being late for work is alot better than missing a blow job this good. Chandler began to moan a little as Joey took all of Chandler's cock into his mouth. Chandler thought that this blow job couldn't get any better, until Joey began to deep throat Chandler's penis.
"Oh, this is too good Joey," Chandler said as he was on the verge of a powerful orgasm.
Joey continued sucking back and forth on Chandler's cock, while Chandler held Joey's head and began to pump in and out of Joey's mouth. Chandler's eyes rolled back as he reached the most incredible orgasm he'd ever had.
"Don't stop Joey," Chandler moaned as Joey continued sucking Chandler. Soon, Chandler's cum filled Joey's mouth, and Joey swallowed it all.
After an orgasm that powerful, Chandler pulled up his boxers and had to sit down for a minute.
"That was incredible Joey," Chandler stated. "Do you want me too..."
"You don't have to do anything with me now," Joey interrupted. "Just take a shower with me later."
"That's a deal Joey," Chandler said as he immediately remembered their sexual encounter in the showers at that beat up tennis complex they recently visited.
Meanwhile, Ross was driving recklessly to the fashion agency where Rachel now worked.
As Ross drove, his mind was filled with jealous rage. "It was probably that jerk, Mark, who helped break Rachel and I up. If he hasn't, he won't waste any time moving in on my territory. I hope I can get there before it's too late," Ross thought to himself. Ross felt seriously threatened by Mark, because Mark was the very handsome, attractive man who worked with Rachel at the fashion agency. Ross had always been suspicious of Mark's interest in Rachel, and hated the fact that Mark may have been the reason he and Rachel broke up.
Soon, after Ross parked his car, he stormed into an elevator and headed straight for the floor where Rachel and Mark worked. After reaching the right floor, Ross headed out of the elevator and looked for Mark's desk.
"Ross, what are you doing here?" Rachel questioned, as an angry Ross frantically looked around for his enemy.
"Rachel, honey, we have to talk, but right now I need to find Mark," Ross explained.
"Mark? He was heading for the supply room the last time I saw him," one of Rachel's co-workers spoke up.
"What do you need to see him for? Ross...Ross?" Rachel asked as Ross ran off to find the supply room.
Rachel began to follow Ross, but as she began to run after him her boss walked over to her.
"Rachel, we're going to begin a meeting right now. Where are you running off to now?" Her boss questioned.
"But I...I've got ...to stop...stop a fight that's," Rachel stuttered.
"If there's any sort of fight going on, security will handle it. Now let's get going," Rachel's boss interrupted.
Rachel had no choice but to go to the meeting rather than follow Ross.
Meanwhile, Ross looked up and down the hall until he saw a room named "Supplies." He opened the door and walked in.
Mark was the only person in there, and looked up in surprise at Ross' unexpected entrance.
"Mark, listen up. You better stay the hell away from Rachel," Ross exclaimed.
"Ross, I really am sorry to hear that you broke up with Rachel. If there's anything I can do..." Mark stated, honestly.
Ross, overcome with rage, tackled Mark and began a full fledged fight. Both men were rolling on the floor, twisting, punching, and each man was trying to defeat the other. The men were uncomfortably pressed against each other in the tiny supply room, and sweat was beginning to cover their bodies. Ross had a good hold on Mark, and was about to punch him, but suddenly Mark was able to break free of Ross' hold on him, and pinned Ross down.
Mark was on top of Ross when he began to speak.
"Ross, why do have to fight me?" Mark asked.
"Because you're the one responsible for getting Rachel to break up with me. You work with her every day, and I see the way you look at her. Now get off of me, you jerk," Ross said as he struggled to get out of Mark's hold.
"I'll get off of you if you let Rachel start making her own desicions. If she decides to go out with me someday, then let her decide," Mark said.
"No way you son of a..." Ross shouted as he worked up enough energy to push Mark off of him and reverse the pinhold.
"Ross, we're fighting like kids. Get off of me and we'll talk things over," Mark pleaded. "I'll even break the date Rachel and I set up if you get off of me."
Mark suddenly realized what he'd just admitted, and knew that his statement would only get Ross more angered.
"You...you already have a date set up with Rachel?" Ross asked in disbelief. "She only broke up with me a few days ago. I'm so sick of you interfering with Rachel and I. The only way I can get you to leave us alone is to teach you a lesson," Ross warned.
Ross yanked Mark's pants down to his ankles with one hand, while keeping his hold on Mark with the other.
"Ross, wha-what are you doing?" Mark questioned.
Ross then unzipped his pants, and pulled down Mark's silk boxers. After Ross pulled out his hard 8 inches, he spread Mark's cheeks and aimed his cock straight at Mark's ass hole.
"Ross, get off of me. I'll leave Rachel alone," Mark said.
Mark let out a gasp of shock as Ross gave a hard thrust, and began pushing his cock into Mark's ass. Mark was tight, and Ross could only get the head of his cock in at first. Ross continued to ease more and more of his cock inside of Mark.
Mark stopped struggling against Ross, and began to accept the situation. Ross was almost fully inside of Mark, and began thrusting in and out of Mark's ass with a hard, steady rhythm. As Ross drove more and more of his cock into Mark, Mark was reluctantly admitting to himself that he was beginning to enjoy the continuous thrusting of the hard dick that Ross was pumping into him. Ross was thrusting harder and faster, and as he kept fucking Mark, he noticed for the first time what a handsome man Mark was. Ross quickly ignored any feelings he had about how good looking Mark was. Ross pumped harder and harder into Mark's ass as he kept remembering how many times he'd shown up at the fashion agency, only to have Mark make him look like a fool in front of Rachel. His cock was now hitting Mark's prostate and Mark was feeling an intense combination of pleasure and pain.
After a few more thrusts, Ross let out a loud moan as his orgasm arrived. Ross continued pumping as he shot his load into Mark's ass.
Ross pulled his now flaccid cock out of Mark, zipped his pants back up, and layed on the ground, exhausted after exerting so much energy while fucking his enemy. Mark, also exhausted, barely had enough energy to pull his pants up, and lay next to Ross.
Ross, now realizing he'd really fucked Mark, said sheepishly, "I...I'm really sorry...I..I'm sorry I did that to you."
"It's...It's ok, Ross. Don't worry, you were angry. I'll never bother you or Rachel again," Mark stated.
Mark was surprised at Ross' forcefulness, and had trouble admitting that he enjoyed Ross' fucking. All this time, Mark had thought Ross never had it in him to "teach him a lesson" like that. For one short moment, Ross looked into Mark's eyes, and without any rage, felt some kind of unexplainable spark. The anger Ross felt was disappearing very quickly.
It was then that Ross began to realize that he let his rage dangerously control him. He now deeply regreted what he'd done to Mark, but didn't know how to apologize. All Ross wanted to do now was find Rachel.
Dizzy, and slightly confused, Ross got up, dusted himself off and said, "I just..I just have to leave. I'm so sorry," as he staggered out of the supply room.
After Ross left, Mark slowly got up, got what he originally needed from the supply room, and went back to his usual work.
Ross asked around the office about where Rachel was, and soon found out that she was in a meeting for the morning. After realizing he'd fucked Mark, Ross was beginning to wonder if he really preferred men, women, or both. Ross still loved Rachel very much, but just recently he had been experimenting with Joey and Chandler and actually enjoyed it. And Ross couldn't ignore the fact that he loved fucking Mark, even though he now regretted it. Soon, Ross left the fashion agency, and drove back to Joey and Chandler's apartment to think about everything that had happened over the last few days.
TO BE CONTINUED?