Date: Mon, 8 Nov 2004 17:51:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Stevens <joe45stevens@yahoo.com>
Subject: UNCLE JOEY part four

OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is TOTAL FICTION and in NO WAY reflects the
sexuality of any of the actors or characters portrayed involved.  The
author has no knowledge of the actors' sexuality and this is purely a work
of fiction. Joey is produced by by Kevin S. Bright, Scott Silveri, and
Shana Goldberg-Meehan.

**Here's the 4th installment of the `Uncle Joey' series.  It's longer than
the previous chapters, so please bear with me!  Thanks to those who sent
words of encouragement.  They were very much appreciated.  I hope this one
lives up to your expectations!

Enjoy!

UNCLE JOEY

(Part Four)

Young Michael awoke from a sound and peaceful sleep with a huge grin on his
handsome face.  His deepest, darkest fantasy had come true.  Just a few
hours ago, his hot Uncle Joey had allowed Michael to suck his enormous
cock...shooting an immense load of manjuice into his very mouth.  He could
still taste it.  So much excitement filled Michael's body, even now, that
he found it difficult to lie still.  He didn't want to wake the sleeping
adonis beside him.  He had fallen asleep in his uncle's strong arms, and
although Joey had stirred in the night...their bodies remained in
contact...their skin pressed firmly against one another.

Michael was euphoric.  Even though he had long fantasized about Joey, his
dreams paled in comparison to this new reality.  He wanted to stay this way
forever.

As adrenaline coursed through his veins, a new thought occurred to
Michael...a thought that terrified him to the core.  Last night, Joey had
been terribly drunk.  What if, when he woke this morning, he didn't
remember what had happened last night?  Or even worse, what if he did
remember...and was angry about it?  What if he felt Michael had taken
advantage of him? He tried to stop himself from considering it, but he
couldn't control his thoughts.

Again, Michael found it difficult to lie still.  But this time, it was not
excitement that made him restless...it was fear.

Michael's eyes looked downward.  His usually snug tighty-whities were now
stretched terribly out of shape, and stained yellow.  The massive load of
cum he had drained into them the night before had dried.  The stiff, rough
fabric of the soiled briefs itched his sensitive penis.

He brought a hand down to scratch his soft, warm nuts...his young cock stung
familiarly, letting him know that he needed to take a leak.

Although it killed him to do so, Michael gently lifted himself from the
bed, swinging his feet down to the floor.  Before getting up, Michael
turned to take one fleeting look at the man sleeping deeply beside him.
Joey was now sleeping on his stomach, with one leg out-stretched and the
other pulled upward toward his body.  The effect pushed Joey's meaty ass up
off the mattress...his hairy, massive balls visible just below.

With a deep sigh, Michael rose from the bed.  He tip-toed toward the
bathroom, scratching his young balls and tugging at his straining dick.
Closing the door behind him, Michael stepped to the toilet.  Pulling down
the stretched waistband of his briefs, Michael allowed his young cock to
pop free.  As his piss forcefully shot from the irritated head of his
prick, tears formed in Michael's eyes.  What was he going to do?

Shaking free the last few drops of piss, Michael turned toward the mirror.
He took in his reflection...his rumpled hair...his tear-filled eyes, and
pouty lips...his smooth, hairless torso...and lastly, the stained, worn-out
tighty-whities which had received last night's orgasm.  Reaching to turn on
the shower, Michael allowed the underwear to fall to his feet.  His penis
and sac were kissed with the cool air.

As he soaped himself up, Michael allowed himself to cry.  He wanted nothing
more than to crawl right back into bed with his uncle.  To lie beside him,
and kiss him passionately when he finally woke from his sleep.  To profess
his love, and spend the entire day in that same bed, exploring one
another's bodies.

But all of these thoughts were followed by visions of how it all might go
wrong.  Michael hated himself for thinking these thoughts.  But he couldn't
shake the knowledge that it was all possible.

As he stepped from the shower and toweled off, poor Michael allowed the
fear to take him.  Quickly and silently as possible, Michael ran to his
room and threw on some clothes.  As the tears continued to wet his cheeks,
Michael ran downstairs and left the apartment, unsure of where to go, or
what to do next.

* * * * * * *

A few hours later...Joey woke abruptly with an excruciating headache.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Joey found it difficult to piece
together what had happened...everything was a blur.  "I must have blacked
out!" He thought.  Joey remembered his disappointing meeting with Bobbie;
and he remembered heading to a local bar, throwing back one to many vodka
tonics.

"Ouch!" Joey's head throbbed, "Now I remember why I stopped drinking!"

Looking at the pile of clothes strewn about the floor, Joey suddenly became
aware of the fact that he was lying stark naked on his bed without even a
blanket to cover himself.  He reached a hand down to relieve his itching
balls.  "That's odd!" Joey thought to himself.  In the past, whenever he
got drunk and passed out, he usually woke up the next morning fully
dressed...shoes and all!

Joey blushed, as he realized that his bedroom door was wide open!  What if
Michael had seen him lying there bare-assed and fully exposed?

Just as the thought of Michael entered his mind, a flood of memories and
images overcame him.  Joey sat motionless, unable to breathe, as his mind
processed these thoughts.  Was it a dream?

Unaware, Joey's hand moved from fondling his balls, to caressing his
suddenly stiffening erection.

He saw visions of his young nephew kneeling between his own legs, servicing
his inflamed cock; kissing the young man's mouth obsessively and later,
ejaculating furiously into that same mouth; then finally, taking the young
man into his arms, as they drifted off to sleep.

But Michael was not sleeping beside him now.  Moreover, there were no signs
that Michael had ever been there to begin with.  Joey was confused, and his
pulsing headache returned as he strained to remember.  It must have been a
dream...a fantasy like all the others.  Yet Joey couldn't shake the feeling
that, this time, it seemed so real!

As Joey pulled himself from bed, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.
For a moment there, he had allowed himself to believe that the object of
his lust had at last been his.  He stumbled down the hall toward the
bathroom; his still semi-hard dick slapping against his thighs as he
walked.

Abruptly, he stopped as he came to his nephew's bedroom door.  He laughed
to himself as he realized that he was still buck naked, semi-erect, and
standing out in the open.  He peered into his nephew's room, looking to see
if the coast was clear, assuming that Michael might still be asleep.

To Joey's surprise, he wasn't there.  "Where had he gone so early in the
morning?" Joey wondered.

Confused by the situation, Joey proceeded to the bathroom.  Scratching his
ass, he stepped to the toilet to drain his thick meat.  As he struggled to
piece together last night's events, Joey felt his toes brush against
something.  Looking down at the bathroom floor, he noticed what appeared to
be a pair of tighty-whities.

Shaking his dick dry, Joey squatted down and picked up the underwear, which
clearly belonged to his nephew.  It didn't take long for him to notice the
boy briefs were covered in cum stains.  It all flooded back to him.  It
wasn't a dream, after all.  It was all real.  He knew it for certain now.
Joey's heart raced, he found it difficult to catch his breath...he became
aroused so quickly and suddenly that as his cock became hard, it slapped
loudly against his stomach.

For a few minutes, Joey was motionless; bare-ass naked, squatting on the
bathroom floor, his swollen prick pointing north, holding Michael's soiled
briefs lovingly in his hands.

As Joey pressed the tighty-whities to his face and inhaled the boy's scent
deeply, he wondered where Michael had gone.  Why had he left his side?
Intuitively, Joey realized that his nephew must have panicked.  After all,
what happened between the two of them was very intense and extremely taboo.
Certainly, Joey would have reacted the same way if he were in Michael's
position.

Pushing any doubt from his mind, Joey smiled broadly, knowing what he must
do.  He only hoped that time would be on his side.

* * * * * * *

Late that afternoon, Gina was just finishing up with her last client at
work.  Michael had phoned that morning to tell her he'd be spending the day
at her apartment, because he needed to study.  As any over-protective
mother would, Gina sensed that something was wrong.  She detected a certain
uneasiness in Michael's usual care-free voice, and she found his excuse
unconvincing.  Gina feared that perhaps Michael and Joey had gotten into a
fight--Michael, after all was very sensitive; and Joey, much like herself,
could be very abrasive.  Unable to reach Joey by phone all day, Gina
decided to drive over to his apartment after work to find out what
happened.

When Gina arrived at the boys' apartment, she proceeded to let herself in
with the spare key Joey had given her.  Walking into the seemingly dark
apartment, Gina's breath was taken away.  Although all of the lights were
off, the entire apartment glowed warmly.

The living room had been filled with dozens of flickering, luminous
candles. The fireplace crackled with a warm, roaring fire.  The furniture
had been pushed aside, and in the center of the room an inviting, comfy
blanket had been spread out on the floor.  The blanket was covered with
several lush pillows, a bottle of champagne on ice, and two elegant
champagne flutes.

The sight was so beautiful that the always tough Gina was almost brought to
tears.

Just then, Joey bounded down the steps, his hair dripping wet, he clearly
had just emerged from the shower.

"GINA!!" Joey cried, "What are you doing here!!"

Embarrassed and apologetic, Gina replied, "I'm sorry, Joey!  I just wanted
to stop by and see you...but what is going on here!!  Do you have a date
tonight??"

Upset and flustered, Joey stammered, "Yeah...I...I have a date tonight. Now
can you please get out of here!"

"Of course, I will! But not until you tell me....WHO IS SHE??" Gina
demanded.

The words echoed in Joey's ears.  Who is SHE!!  If only Gina knew.  It
wasn't a SHE at all.  It was a HE.  And `HE' was her son! Joey had prepared
this whole romantic scene just for him, and now his tactless sister was
about to ruin everything.

"She's....She's nobody, Gina.  Just someone I met when I went out last
night.  She's a little out of my league, so I really want to impress her.
Now, Gina, PLEASE GO!!" Joey begged.

"Okay, Okay!" Gina conceded.

And with that, Joey returned upstairs to finish getting ready.  Just as
Gina opened the door to leave, she saw her son standing right outside.  He
was visibly startled to see her.

"Michael, great timing!" Gina exclaimed. "Listen, your Uncle Joey needs us
to get out of here!  He's got a big date tonight, and is gonna need the
apartment to himself."

"A date!?" Michael cried. "With who?"

Gina answered excitedly, "He told me he went out last night and met some
girl.  He's having her come back here tonight.  He wants us out of
here...now!"

Michael was shocked and confused.  Joey had a date?  It couldn't be true!
But as he looked past his mother and into the apartment, he saw that she
was right.  He did have a date.  And by the looks of the transformed
apartment, it was obviously with someone that Joey cared intensely for.

Michael couldn't breathe.  He choked back the tears that were welling up
inside him.  His heart was breaking.  Things were worse than he ever
imagined.

"Michael?  Is everything alright?" Gina asked concerned.

His whole body was trembling now.  Michael was afraid to respond...afraid
that if he opened his mouth, he wouldn't be able to control his emotions.
He turned his back to her...muttered a barely audible, "I have to go!"...and
ran off.

"MICHAEL?" Gina called after him, "MICHAEL!"

Hearing his sister's shouts, Joey ran downstairs to the front door.  "Gina,
what's going on?"

"Oh, I don't know."  She answered, "Michael seems to be upset about
something...he's run off...but don't worry...He's not your problem.  Listen, I
better get back to my apartment in case he shows up there.  But don't
worry, I told him all about your big date tonight.  So he won't be
bothering you!"

"You did WHAT?" Joey screamed.  Gina was visibly confused by the intensity
of Joey's reaction.

He didn't have time to argue with her.  He needed to go after Michael.  He
told Gina to head back to her apartment.  Asking her what direction Michael
had ran, Joey wasted no time in chasing after him.

* * * * * * *

Luckily, Joey didn't have to run far.  He had only gone a few blocks when
he spotted his young nephew, on his knees, crying in the local park.  The
sight caused Joey to get choked up, as well.  He knew that today must have
been quite an emotional roller coaster for the young man.

Joey approached Michael.  Kneeling beside his, Joey took his nephew in his
arms.  Angry and upset, Michael broke free from the embrace, as he turned
to run once again.  Forcefully, Joey grabbed him by the shoulders,
steadying the young man and looking into his tear-filled eyes.

"Let me go!" Michael sobbed. "You don't understand...no one can understand!"

"Michael," Joey responded softly.  "I know what you're feeling.  Believe
me, I understand."

Michael simply shook his head, unconvinced that Joey knew how he felt.

Joey knew that there was only one way to show him.  Standing there, in the
middle of the public park, Joey pulled Michael toward him and kissed him
lovingly on the lips.

Breaking free, Michael stared at his uncle in disbelief.

"Don't you see, Michael?" Joey pleaded.  "It was all for you!  You were the
one that I was waiting for.  I...I love you, Michael!!  From the moment I
saw you, I knew.  And I can only hope that you feel for me a fraction of
what I feel for you!"

Michael's tears of pain and heartache now become tears of joy.  He could
not bring himself to speak.  A smile emerged on both men's faces, as they
realized the magnitude of what had just happened.  Neither man took any
notice of the fact that this love scene was unfolding in a very public
place.

Finally, Michael mustered the courage to reply, "I love you too Uncle
Joey...I...I always have."

Again the men kissed and embraced.  After a moment, Joey took Michael by
the hand, leading him back toward their apartment.  Neither spoke a word,
as they looked and smiled coyly at one another...each, knowing in his mind,
what was about to happen.

As they entered the apartment, Michael allowed himself to fully take-in the
breathtaking scene.  He could not believe that Joey and done this just for
him...It seemed like something out of a movie.  Joey led the young man to
the center of the room, where the blanket and pillows had been laid.
Kneeling down, Joey instructed Michael to make himself comfortable, as he
reached for the bottle of champagne.

Michael watched in awe as Joey's muscular forearms flexed to twist off the
top of the champagne bottle.  With a subtle grunt, Joey managed to twist
free the top, which shot across the room with a loud pop.  White, foamy
liquid spilled from the top.  Both men blushed as they smiled at one
another in response to the foretelling innuendo.

Filling a glass for each of them, Joey made a simple toast "To us! And a
memorable evening!"  They wasted no time in drowning their glasses.

Without a word, Joey rose to his feet before Michael.  Seductively, he
began to slowly unbutton his clingy shirt.  Michael was frozen with
anticipation as Joey delicately pulled his shirt from his body, exposing
the fit, manly chest beneath.  Michael knew how beautiful his uncle's body
was, but the flickering candlelight gave the man's body a certain glowing
radiance.  Michael bit his lip, his heart pounding, wanting to see more.

Caressing his own bulging pecs, Joey's hand unhurriedly traced down his
body and disappeared suddenly below the waistband of his pants.  Joey
moaned as he fondled his hidden cock and balls.

"Would you like to see more?" Joey coyly flirted.

"Yes!" Michael answered breathlessly, "Please don't stop!"

With that, Joey's hands moved to unbuckle his belt, and unbutton his
pants. As he did so, he kicked off his shoes and socks.  Joey had a
surprise for Michael...tonight he was going commando!  With a brief pause to
build the excitement, Joey allowed his pants to drop to his feet.

Michael gasped as his eyes worshipped the fully naked man before him.  As
Joey's hands caressed his own perfect body, his skin radiated in the
candlelight.  Michael's eyes began at the man's ruggedly handsome face;
drifted over his broad shoulders and beefy pecs to that memorable happy
trail, which this time, led Michael's eye's unobstructed to his uncle's
bulging manhood.  He wanted to run his hands through the dark, thick patch
of pubic hair from which hung Joey's plump, semi-hard cock and meaty balls.
Joey's muscular, athletic legs held him still and strong.

After a few moments passed, Joey extended his strong hand to Michael,
pulling the boy to his feet.  Michael began to unbutton his own shirt, but
Joey stopped him.  "Let me do it!" was all that he said.

He could feel Michael's heart pounding in his chest, as Joey slowly removed
his loose-fitting shirt.  Tossing it to the floor, Joey slid his hands all
over Michael's torso.  He felt the young stud's smooth, tight skin.  His
chest and abdomen were hairless, but firm, and his little pink boy nipples
were hard, as the older man teased them playfully.

Joey noticed that Michael had the perfect swimmer's build.  His arms were
small, but muscular.  His chest, while still boyish and slightly
underdeveloped, did show some respectable definition.  But what made Joey's
cock really stand at attention was the perfect, natural six-pack just
below.

Michael, motionless, could feel the sudden poke of Joey's cock-head against
his thigh.  Squatting down, Joey removed his nephew's sneakers and socks.
Resting on his knees, Joey's face was eye-level to Michael's crotch.  He
couldn't wait any longer.  Hastily, Joey undid Michael's pants and pulled
them to the floor.  Underneath was reveled a crisp, white pair of boy
briefs.  The underwear left little to the imagination, as the outline of
Michael's hard cock was pressed against his body, within his taut briefs.
Surging with adrenaline and testosterone, Joey grasped the underwear with
his strong, manly hands and tore the tighty-whities right from his nephew's
body.

Michael cried out at the forcefulness of the gesture, his stiff prick began
to drip precum.  Instinctively, Michael bent over slightly in the effort to
hide his sudden nakedness.  His body blushed with modesty.

Joey lovingly reassured the young man, and put him at ease.  Joey then slid
back slightly to get a better view of the naked stud before him.  Michael
had a smaller patch of dark pubic hair, which contrasted to his hairless
chest and abdomen.  Joey observed that his impressive, cut dick stood about
7.5 inches from his body; Joey smiled to himself to observe that the
boy-meat cutely curved slightly upward.  It was certainly not as thick as
his own cock, but it was very respectable nonetheless.  The flawless pink
shaft rose proudly above two substantial, low-hanging balls.

Joey's face glowed with pride and lust at the hot, young man his nephew had
become.  Michael's hands shook nervously at his sides, unsure of what to do
next.

Joey pressed a fingertip to the head of Michael's cock.  Pulling his finger
gently away, a thin strand of precum clung to his fingertip from the dick
head.  Michael trembled with desire, his dick longed for attention.  "Now
it's time for me to return the favor!"  Joey promised.  Cupping the boy's
firm ass in his hands, Joey teased his engorged shaft with his tongue.

Licking his lips, Joey took Michael's cock in his hot mouth.  He began to
suck slowly at first, gradually increasing his speed and depth.  Joey was
impressed with himself to learn that he was able to accommodate most of his
nephews hard penis within his mouth.  Sucking passionately, Joey continued
to molest his young ass.  Michael moaned and sighed loudly at the new
sensation.  No one had ever touched his prick before, let alone suck it.
Joey's manhood throbbed needingly, as he continued the juicy blowjob.
Saliva dripped down his chin, as well as the length of Michael's cock.

Michael's legs began to feel weak.  He didn't know how much more he would
be able to hold off the approaching orgasm.  Sensing this, Joey pulled
back.  He stood before Michael, the two rigid dicks knocking against one
another.  The men kissed long and hard.  Without a word, Joey guided his
nephew to the blanket.  As Michael lay on his back, Joey lovingly placed a
pillow beneath his head and just under his hips for comfort.  Adjusting his
own cock, Joey lied down between Michael's quivering legs.

Not wanting to over-stimulate the boy so soon, Joey loosely stroked his
nephew's cock, as his mouth moved down to suck Michael's plump balls.

"Uncle Joey!" the boy cried out.  "Oh, God YES...Uncle Joey!"

Wiping the saliva from his face, Joey's hands moved to the back of
Michael's thighs.  With one quick motion, he lifted the boy's legs up above
his young body, exposing the boy's ass.  Instinctively, Michael clenched
his virgin ass cheeks together...although he truly desired to allow his
uncle access.

Again licking his lips, Joey lowered his face down to the boy's tight ass.
As he began to lick, he could hear the vehement gasps and moans of Michael.
Michael relented.  Pulling his face away to get another look, Joey grinned
slyly as he viewed the small pink rosebud that was Michael's boy pussy.
Virtually hairless and wet with his saliva, Joey moved one hand down to
finger it.

"Do you want me to fuck you, boy?" Joey asked seductively, as his finger
played with the tight hole.  "Do you want me to fuck your ass with my huge
cock?"

"Yes, Yes!" Michael whimpered.

"Let me here you say it" Joey demanded softly.

"I..I want you to fuck me, Uncle Joey." Michael's voice trembled.  "I want
you to...to fuck me with that big dick."

Joey grinned broadly.  "Then why don't you get my cock lubed up, while I
get your virgin ass ready!"

With that, Joey swung himself around so that his thighs were straddling
Michael's flushed face.  As Michael took Joey's pulsing erection in his
mouth, Joey leaned over to continue fingering his boy pussy.  Michael
choked as Joey forcefully thrust his tool down the boy's throat.  As
Michael was distracted with the task at hand, Joey discreetly reached
beneath one of the pillows to pull out a hidden bottle of lube. As he lubed
up his fingers, he resumed loosening up the tight hole.

Michael sucked aggressively, as Joey had managed to relax his ass enough to
allow first two, then three fingers inside.  His heart raced.  He couldn't
wait any longer...he needed to take him...now!

Joey pulled himself off of the young man, and positioned himself, once
again, between Michael's legs.  Joey bent down, and looking intensely into
his eyes, lovingly kissed the young stud's face.  They both knew what was
about to happen.  Joey knew that Michael was nervous; his legs were shaking
now.  Trying his best to calm the boy, Joey gave him one long kiss on the
lips.  Michael, in turn, instinctively raised his legs, exposing his
ass...allowing his lover entrance.

Joey spread some more lube over Michael's hole, after which, he generously
lubed up his own engorged cock.  Doing so, Joey realized that Michael was
not the only one who was nervous.  With a deep breath, he regained him
composure.  Using one hand to support Michael's raised legs, his other hand
guided his massive, dripping erection toward the young man's virgin ass.

Gripping his still stiff prick firmly, Michael bit his lip and shut his
eyes as his uncle pressed the head of his cock against his hole.  Michael
cried out loudly as Joey forcefully thrust the mushroom head of his dick
into the young man.  Joey trembled, fearing he was hurting the boy.  He
looked to Michael for reassurance.  With a nod, Michael bid him to
continue.

Slowly and with short thrusts, Joey managed to work his shaft further into
Michael's ass--inch by inch.  Joey grunted with pleasure...the boy was SO
TIGHT!

Tears briefly ran down Michael's cheeks.  It was more painful than he
thought it would be...but he wanted this...he wanted it more than anything.
His Uncle Joey was making love to him!  He pressed a hand on his uncle's
abdomen, just above his pubes, to guide him.

"Oh Fuck!" Michael cried. "Your cock is so huge!....fuuuccckkk!!"

As Michael's ass relaxed more and more, he was surprised that the pain he
had felt gradually was overshadowed by feelings of pleasure.  As Michael
moaned in ecstasy, Joey increased his pace.

Michael's cock oozed with even more precum as his uncle's man-meat filled
him, and his massive balls slapped against Michael's ass with each thrust.
He ran his hands all over the man's bulging, hairy chest...sweat dripped
from both their bodies.

As Michael locked his legs around Joey's body, he begged, "OH, don't
stop!!....Fuck me, Uncle Joey!...yeah, fuck my ass!"

Joey couldn't stop himself from smiling.  He couldn't believe this was
happening.  He could not take his eyes off the hot young body that lay
underneath him, accepting his enormous dick.

"Yeah, Michael!" Joey pleaded, "Take it...Take my hard cock!"

The Tribiani men moved in unison.  As Joey's forceful thrusts increased,
faster and deeper, Michael held onto his uncle's thick, defined arms.  He
inhaled deeply the musky, masculine scent of the man that was fucking him.

Joey supported his weight with one arm, as his other hand moved to molest
Michael's rigid, aching dick.

As his swollen, meaty balls pulled against his body and his sac tightened,
Joey trembled as he fought back the imminent orgasm.  He didn't want the
pleasure to end, but he knew he could not hold off the release.

Sensing Joey's approaching climax, Michael grasped Joey's head in his
hands, clenching his hair in his fingers.

"That's it, Uncle Joey!...cum inside me!!...cum inside my tight boy pussy!!"
he demanded.

Michael's words drove Joey over the edge.  His body shook as his inflamed
dick pulsed.  Joey cried out loudly as the eruption occurred.

Michael cried out as well, when he felt the hot fluid fill his ass.  Hot,
thick manjuice gushed out of Joey's cock.

Joey felt light-headed as his body shook.  Michael was furiously pumping
his own dick, no longer able to hold off his long-awaited orgasm.

With his cock still inside his nephew, Joey rolled himself onto his back,
positioning Michael on top of him.  Michael rode his uncle's spent dick as
he violently jerked off.

Looking longingly into Joey's eyes, Michael allowed the climax to overtake
him.  Never in his young life had he ever experienced an orgasm so
powerful.

Spurt after spurt of hot boy-juice blasted out of his young dick.  He
ejaculated all over his uncle's sweaty hairy chest.

Tired and overcome with emotion, Michael collapsed onto his uncle's body.
Joey wraped his strong arms around the young man, kissing and hugging him
tightly.

Joey pulled some pillows beneath their heads.  He then drew the blanket
they were laying on around their entwined bodies.

Once again, the Tribiani boys fell asleep in one another's arms.


...The End


(Let me know what you think and if you'd like me to continue!  I'm open to
story ideas/suggestions!)