Chandler lay on his front across Joey's lap on the Barcalounger, sucking hungrily on his roommate's thumb and wiggling his butt as Joey fingered him. He was wearing a pair of white bunny ears that Joey would sometimes use on girls, as well as a lace thong with a small fluffy tail on the back. Joey's fingers were slipped beneath the kinky underwear, and his hands were pleasuring Chandler from both sides.
Joey was incredibly turned on. He could see now that Chandler was an obvious sub bottom, or whatever it is gay guys called it. Joey had never been interested in guys that way, but Chandler had a small waist and a cute butt, and he could suck a cock like nobody's business. He would let Joey do it all to him, whenever he wanted. Joey had hit the jackpot, he decided he never had to masturbate again, so long as Chandler's hungry mouth was in the apartment with him.
Slowly he introduced a third finger into Chandler's butthole. He wanted to hear Chandler moan. Chandler did, drooling around Joey's thumb.
Joey felt the end of his cock pressing against Chandler's stomach. He knew that the feeling of Chandler writhing on his lap would soon make him cum. He didn't want that. He hadn't gotten what he wanted yet. He pulled his fingers back, eliciting a small whine from Chandler.
"Get up, Chan." He said.
Chandler rose awkwardly onto the ground, rearranging his underwear. "Tired you out already?" He asked, grinning.
"Yeah, you wish." Joey laughed. "Come on, get against the table."
"The foosball table?" Chandler asked.
Joey nodded. "You be a good little bunny and do what I say, alright?"
Chandler smiled. He blushed a little. "Whatever you say champ."
He put his hands on the green felt of the table and bent over, hoping he looked good from behind. He looked amazing. His white socks had been pulled up just above the knees, and the bunny-tail thong perfectly fit his small round ass.
Joey smacked him a little from behind. "Damn Chandler, I didn't know a guy's ass could look this good." He squeezed Chandler's ass, playing with it. "Maybe I could buy you a pair of heels."
Chandler rolled his eyes. "If you want a woman, go out and get one." He said.
Joey smacked him again, harder this time. Chandler winced.
Joey leaned over Chandler's shoulder. "That's no way to talk to someone who has you bent over the foosball table." He kissed Chandler's neck. Chandler's groan was half protest and half pleasure.
"Are you just gonna play with me all night?" He asked, wiggling his ass against Joey's dick.
Joey laughed again. "Awww, does my little slutty bunny want some Joey?"
"Do I have to beg?"
"You don't have to," Joey said, pulling the thong string to the side and stroking Chandler's hole. "But you will, won't you?"
Chandler rubbed his face into the felt. "Come on Joey, please. I want it."
"You want it, Chandler?"
"I need it. Please. Ugh. Please Joey, fuck me. Come on, give it to me."
Joey rubbed the end of his cock against Chandler's hole. He had never done this with a guy before. He had fucked a girl in the ass a couple times, but most of them weren't into it, and the only last a minute or two until they got too uncomfortable. Slowly, he pushed the end of his cock into the tight, warm hole. "I'll give you what you want." He said, his voice higher than intended. He could barely hear Chandler groaning over the feeling of electric pleasure running all over his body.
When he looked down, he was fully inserted. It felt better than it had ever felt before. He had a tight grip of Chandler's hips, it felt almost as though the two of them were one person. It felt complete. His whole body was hot. Chandler made strange, small sounds muffled by the foostable felt. It almost sounded as though he was sobbing. "Oh god, Joey. Yes, yes, come on," He whispered, intensely. "Yes!"
Joey fucked him slowly. He enjoyed the feeling of being inside Chandler, and he didn't want to ruin it by trying to show off, or by busting his load too quickly. He held onto his best friend and rocked his hips back and forth. "Fuck you're warm." He said.
Chandler looked at him over his shoulder, small beads of tears in the corner of his eyes. "You're so big, dude." He smiled, Joey smiled back. "You tryna kill me with that thing?"
"Can you take it?"
"I can take it." He winced again as Joey took a faster pace. "Ugh god, it feels like you're filling my entire fucking stomach."
Chandler leaned forward on the table and enjoyed being fucked. His hands gripped the foosball poles, squeezing them when the pain came. He could tell that Joey was trying to fuck him gently, and he appreciated it, he didn't think he could take all that Joey had to give.
But as they continued to fuck, Joey couldn't help himself. His thrusts were harder and faster. He was holding Chandler down by the back of the neck, Chandler was enjoying it, but he was also a little scared. He didn't want to wuss out, he wanted to give Joey everything, he wanted this to be the best fuck they had ever had in their lives.
Joey put one foot up on the edge of the table and started to ram Chandler's ass. Chandler was at full capacity, he banged his fist, opened his mouth wide for air. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK." He never knew that Joey could fuck this hard. "JOEY, JOEY, YES, YES! OH MY GOD!"
It was pure ecstasy. The pleasure was so intense that their minds started to fog, and their visions blurred. Joey gave it to him full-throttle. He reached his hand out to grab Chandler's shoulder, but instead he caught the side of Chandler's lip. Chandler's cries turned to gargled words as Joey fish-hooked his mouth.
"FUCK! CHANDLER! I'M GONNA... I'M GONNA…"
Joey slammed his hips into Chandler in one last powerful stroke. Chandler felt the eruption inside of him, thick, hot semen filling his guts. He dropped onto the table, the taste of felt brushed his lips.
Joey pulled out, still cumming heavily. White ropes fell onto Chandler's back, down his legs, even into his hair. He panted, catching his breath, he did not yet have the strength to rise.
Joey leaned against the kitchen counter, he was exhausted. He looked at Chandler still spread on the table and dressed like a whore, legs wide open, cum dripping down his body. Joey was proud of himself.
"You need a towel?"
Chandler responded sarcastically between ragged breaths. "What… do y… do you think?"