Chandler woke at the crack of dawn, it was a Sunday morning and he was determined to enjoy the weekend. He wanted to spite Joey, who had seemed to try so much to humiliate him the previous day. He went to the supermarket, had coffee with his friends at Central Perk, and came home whistling a jaunty tune at 2pm.

Joey was sat on the Barcalounger as usual. The two friends did not greet each other. Chandler felt like watching TV, but he did not want to be around Joey right now, so instead he went directly to his bedroom.

'The City and the Pillar' was one of the most boring books Chandler had ever read. It was written in the 40's by a young gay man named Gore Vidal who had a lot of internalised homophobia, and each page dripped with miserable self-loathing. Chandler wanted to finish reading it, if only so he could tell people that he had read it.

He finished another chapter. That was enough for today, but what to do now? Joey had already called the TV. There wasn't much for a guy to do in his bedroom, alone.

Unless… should he? I mean heck, why not? It's not like he had anything to be ashamed off. He often heard Joey jacking off through the thin walls that separated their bedrooms. Why should he be worried about Joey hearing him occasionally? Not that he'd try to be loud or anything, but maybe he would shout Ross's name a few times, just to piss Joey off.

He took off his clothes, all of them, he wanted to feel his bare skin against the sheets of the bed. The buttplug was back in the shoebox beneath his bed, but the remote had slipped behind the Barcalounger cushions somewhere on the night Joey had caught him. It didn't matter, he didn't need the full experience today, Chandler just wanted to penetrate himself, to feel the pleasure of a stimulated prostate, before jerking off to completion. Chandler sat with his legs wide apart and slided the buttplug beneath his dick, and slowly, inside his hole.

He bounced on it, he could see himself in the long mirror by the door and enjoyed performing for himself. In this position he looked like a slut, he liked that. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine it was Ross's dick he was bouncing on. It was nice, but somehow Ross' face kept changing, all he could think about was the way Joey had looked at him the night before. So angry.

It was… hot. In a weird way. He imagined Joey's face, his hands around Chandler's chest, his breath on Chandler's neck.

"You're thinking about Ross, aren't you?"

Chandler laughed while fucking himself, he laughed at Joey's anger. Somehow it felt good to make him angry. It felt-

His eyes snapped open. Joey stood in the doorway. For a moment Chandler thought this was all in his imagination, still a part of the fantasy, but then he realised that Joey was there. Like the night before, Joey's face serious and severe.

And in his hand, a remote.

"Joey-"

Bzzzzzzzzzzzt

Chandler's breath was taken away from the surprise. His legs shook violently as he steadied himself on the bed. "Oh my god!" He screamed. "Oh! Oh my god!"

Joey's face was still, Chandler couldn't tell if he was enjoying what he was seeing. "What about now?" Joey asked. "Still thinking about him?"

He stepped onto the bed, standing above Chandler, watching him writhe in pleasure. He clicked the remote again, and the buzzing became louder. Chandler started to whine.

"J-J-J-Joe, what, what are you-"

"This what you like?"
Chandler gripped the sides of the bed as Joey increased the power once more. "Oh god! Yes! Yes that's so good."

Joe was now standing directly above Chandler's face, fully clothed, his feet beside Chandler's shoulders. Chandler looked up at him, the bulge in his jeans was huge. Chandler was incredibly turned on. "J-J-Joey…"

Joey squatted down and leaned into Chandler's face, not touching him. "What was that?" He asked. "You say something?" He clicked the remote and the buttplug was now at full power. Chandler shuddered beneath his roommate as the toy fucked him hard, he desperately wanted to reach out and feel Joey's beautiful package, to take off his belt and undo the buttons of his pants, and pull out that thick Italian cock. He wanted it so bad. But Joey just stared at him.

"J-Joey. Please… Ugh… Please…"

"Please?" Joey shrugged. "Please what?"

Chandler grabbed Joey by the shoulders. "I want it, Joe" He said between gasps. "I want your cock."
Joey smiled. "Oh, you do? Well why didn't you just say so buddy?"

He clicked a button on the remote and powered off the buttplug. Chandler lay slumped on the bed beneath, exhausted. Joey undid his belt and threw it across the room, he pulled down his pants and underwear and kicked them away. His cock hung low, eight inches long, and thick all around. He stood fully erect and grabbed Chandler under the chin.

"Is this what you want?" He asked.

Chandler nodded, as much as he could within the strong grip. Joey spread his feet and pulled Chandler's face towards his dick. Chandler opened wide and let his friends cock fill his mouth to capacity. It occurred to him that this was the first time he had ever sucked a dick, and yet he had no hesitation, only overwhelming eagerness. It felt so… natural. Like Joey's dick had always been his to suck. He owned it, and he was going to enjoy it.

He fellated the latter half of Joey's penis, the salty flavour would have been repulsive if not experienced at the absolute heigh of ecstasy. As it was, it was the greatest thing Chandler had ever tasted. Joey held the back of Chandler's head gently. "You're good at this," he said. "You're real good."

Chandler would have smiled if he had been able to do so. It felt good to make his friend feel this way. In many ways it felt better to give pleasure than to simply receive it. Joey's fingers played with Chandler's hair, enjoying the experience.

Chandler built up the bravery to swallow the dick deeper into his mouth. He felt his lips slide further along Joey's cock, and Joey made a certain sound of pleasure, high-pitched, almost feminine, but Chandler was not yet at the base of the dick before he had to retreat. He breathed through his nose, trying not to sputter.

"Chandler… I want you to suck my cock every fucking day… every fucking day from now on…"
Chandler liked the thought of that. Sucking Joey's cock in the morning, before bed, when they were watching Baywatch together. He felt like he could suck Joey's cock for hours and not get bored. It was as though a new level of their relationship had just been unlocked.

Joey gripped the back of Chandler's head, firm but not forceful, as he pushed his cock deep into the back of Chandler's mouth, and then, slowly, fucked his throat. It felt amazing. Chandler had difficulty, deepthroating was not easy, but he enjoyed the sounds Joey was making. He wanted to be used as Joey's personal cock-sucker. He tried as hard as he could, and when he would start to gag, Joey would pull back until he had caught his breath once more.

Eventually Joey pulled back entirely, his cock fell wet and red from Chandler's mouth. Chandler felt disappointed, Joey sat back on the edge of the bed, his cock out of Chandler's reach. Chandler instantly felt that he was being teased again. It made him feel like a plaything, and that turned him on. Joey stroked his dick and looked at him.

"Oh man… I didn't know I was living with such a cock-hungry slut."

Chandler smiled, proud. "Only for you, Joe."

That seemed to satisfy him. Joey smiled back, and then slapped the back of Chandler's thigh. "All for me, huh?" His fingers stroked Chandler's buttocks. "If I had known this whole time… Hey Chandler, throw that stupid toy away, huh? You don't need it. I know what you need, and I'll give it to you." He winked.