Chandler sighed and sat in front of the tv. Baywatch and beers was WAY less fun when Joey wasn't here. Still, he had had a rough day at work, and what's better at cheering up a sad, lonely man than some blonde girls in wet bikinis?

He lay back and watched Pamela bent over in the sand, giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to a very bad actor, her chest jiggled as she breathed heavily. Chandler rubbed himself through his shorts, he was alone here, he could jack off, relieve some stress. Joey wouldn't be back until midnight, that won't be for two hours.

He wanted to enjoy himself for a moment, to feel the sweet undeniable pleasure of orgasm. So brief, but so satisfying.

Yet he could not arouse himself tonight, not even as Pamela and Yasmine wrestled together in the sand, inviting themselves into his fantasies. It was not enough.

Not until David Chokachi was on screen. His package looked particularly impressive today through the bulge of his red shorts. Chandler had noticed Chokachi's bulge before, but he had never much been focused on men. Women were the object of Chandler's lust, and although he had occasionally been tempted, he had still to have a same-sex experience.

Well, except for… no, that didn't count, did it?

Chandler's eyes drifted to his bedroom, remembering the shoebox he had hidden discreetly beneath his bed. His shorts were beginning to feel tight and constricting. Chokachi's package was really doing the trick tonight. The door was locked, Joey at work, maybe it could be fun?

Fuck it. He grabbed the shoebox from under the bed. It had been a long time since he had last done this, nearly a year now. The buttplug came with a remote control, but Chandler had yet to test the vibration function, the penetration was always enough to satisfy his needs and bring him to full orgasm.

He opened his shirt, kicked off his underwear and pants. His tie hung down his bare chest, and the white shirt still clung to his shoulders. He sat on his favourite chair in front of the TV and opened his legs. With a squirt of lube on his index and middle finger, he tenderly stroked his hole. The wet, cold touch of the lube on his pucker gave him a small shock. He relaxed into it and continued to rub himself. His index finger went in slow, pleasurable circles, while his middle finger rubbed back and forth across the sensitive area beneath his hole. It felt nice, not quite like the instant sexual gratification of beating your meat, but more like a deep, blissful pleasure to slowly sink into.

He imagined a tongue where his fingers were, licking him hungrily. A man's head between his legs, face buried within, enjoying Chandler's ass. At first the fantasy man had no face. Chandler tried to imagine David Chokachi, but it didn't feel right somehow. He did not allow himself to think of Joey, he never allowed himself to think of his roommate in that way. Then he thought of Ross, and that worked surprisingly well. The naughty fantasy of his oldest friend eating his ass. Ross had a handsome face and big lips, he probably had a nice tongue as well. Yeah… a nice tongue.

Before he knew it he had two fingers inserted into himself. This was more pleasure than he had experienced in a very long time, and it increase moreso when Chandler squirted the lube onto his dick and started jerking with his free hand. Ross was between his legs, at least in Chandler's mind, and he enjoyed being serviced by his best friend.

Chandler became greedy. He needed more, it was time for the buttplug. The plug was thick and seven inches long, the first few inches entered easily, easing into his well-lubed entrance. The next few inches were harder, Chandler rarely went that deep, he swirled the plug around to loosen up his hole and jerked off to add some pleasure to the pain, but soon the buttplug was fully inserted.

Chandler was satisfied with himself. He fucked himself slowly and tenderly like a considerate lover. He leaned back into the chair and turned on his side, one leg high in the air.

"Ross…" he panted. "Oh, yes, Ross… You're so thick…"

He thought his pleasure could not deepen any further, and then he felt something beside his arm. A small remote control. With some difficulty, he reached out with his free hand pushed the + button.

Bzzzzzzzzzt

Chandler nearly screamed, he bit his lip as his anal walls vibrated, sending waves of hot pleasure up his body. His limbs were shaky, he had not expected the vibration to be so strong, or so loud. Chandler could actually hear the device buzzing.

He had accidentally started the device at level 5. He reached out again, his arm shaking, he reached out to turn up the power. He was greedy, he wanted more. He wanted Ross to fuck him senseless, to use his ass like he owned it.

"Ross… Ross!" Level 6. Level 7. Level 8! Chandler writhed back and forth in the chair, both legs in the air, holding his thighs apart as the buttplug fucked him. "Please!... Please!... Please!..."

And then through the loud buzzing, and the sound of the barcalounger chair squeaking on it's hinges, a voice.

"Chandler?"

Joey was home.