Date: Sat, 12 Apr 1997 22:18:42 -0400 (EDT)
From: RJJW@aol.com
Subject: Joey and Chadler 6

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?