Joey's horniness was totally unsatiable, and he had fucked Chandler every day for the past week Once he had come home late from a shoot and crept into Chandler's bed to fuck his ass, another time he had sneaked into Chandler's shower and rammed him against the glass, he had even fucked Chandler over the stove while he was making pancakes.

The Barcaloungers had been pushed together. Often when the boys watched TV together in their pyjamas, Chandler would suck on Joey's dick while they enjoyed the football.

Their life was perfect together. The boys were very sexually compatible. One night the pair were making out on the sofa after a long fuck session, but when Chandler saw the time on the wall-clock, he sighed and pulled away.

"Sorry Joe, looks like I better get to bed."

Joey looked excited. "Again? Already? Heh. You're eager tonight."

"No, no. I mean, I better go to my bed, alone. I have to be up super early for work tomorrow, they need me in the office. I told you this morning, remember?"

"Did you tell me before or after we had sex?"

"Does it matter?"

"Well, if you tell me anything before we have sex, I can never remember because I'm too busy waiting to fuck you." He explained. "'Course, if you tell me after we have sex, I'm too busy thinking about how I fucked you to pay attention to what you're saying."

Chandler laughed. "You're a real original, Joe."

Joey grinned. "Thanks."

"I'll be back home at four, so we can…"

"Four? Shit, I got a tennis game at four."

"Tennis? With who?"

Joey gave him a strange look. "Your boyfriend."

Chandler rolled his eyes. Joey still hadn't forgiven him for saying Ross's name when he had been caught using the vibrator. Occasionally this still came up in conversation.

"Alright, have fun man, but don't tire yourself before you get home," Chandler winked and kissed him on the lips.

The next day, Joey met Ross for a game of tennis at the indoor leisure centre. The pair had been meeting here for various fitness activities for quite a while. Joey had always gotten on well with Ross, he liked to tease him, and Ross was grateful for the company, he had been lonely since his latest break-up with Rachel.

Despite Ross' obvious athletic inferiority, he was a man who did not like to lose. Games would often go on for far too long. "Best 20 out of 30?" He'd ask, still not having won a single game. Sometimes Joey would let him win either out of pity, affection or impatience.

But not today. Joey was feeling the best he'd felt in years, probably because of all the extra exercise he was getting at home with Chandler. It was six o'clock and he had Ross beaten by 30 points.

"Man, what's with you today?" Ross pulled his sweatshirt up to his eyes, dabbing away the excess sweat.

Joey grinned at him. "Given up yet?"

"Ah to hell with it man," he slumped on the bench, defeated. "I'm done."

Joey was relieved. He sniffed his armpit, he hadn't realised it but he had worked up a sweat too. "Catch your breath. I'll meet you outside."

The locker room showers were huge, about the size of your average New York apartment. Joey stepped naked through the heavy steam, a group of rowdy football players had recently vacated the room, and it was still thick with fog. He leaned against the wall under the hot shower, he couldn't help thinking about Chandler at home, waiting for him. Chandler must be getting horny by now, he had not been fucked since last night. Joeys pressed his palm against his dick, as if trying to suppress it's excitement, but his own wet touch seemed to have the reverse effect.

Suddenly he saw something from the corner of his eye. A lumbering figure behind the shower-room fog. The man stumbled aimlessly before deciding on his own shower. It was Ross, Joey realised, and became unreasonably excited. Ross slumped his head against the wall and let the water run down his back.

Had he ever seen Ross naked before? Joey couldn't remember. Joey felt that he was looking at Ross for the very first time, but he couldn't see much through the steam. He had big arms, wide shoulders and a toned, muscular back. Without thinking, Joey stepped towards him, waving away the steam.

Ross scrubbed himself with his hands, starting underneath his arms, and then his backside. Through the steam Joey could see Ross's big, smooth ass jiggle perfectly from the touch. Joey had never seen an ass like that, it was entirely different to the one he was used to. Where Chandler's buttocks was tight, Ross was fat, where Chandler was round, Ross was wide. Joey decided that Ross' ass was just as perky as Chandlers, and he was hypnotised by watching his cheeks bounce as Ross readjusted his leg, turning to scrub his right shoulder.

"Joey?" Ross sounded unsure, there was water in his eyes. "That you?"

"It's me." Joey responded, suddenly aware that his dick was hard, and he was blatantly staring at Ross' naked body.

"You still in here? What's taking you so long, man?"

Joey realised he was only a blurry figure to Ross, barely seen over his shoulder. "Man I'm just enjoying myself." He said, still taking in Ross' physique. "Why? You gotta be somewhere?"

Ross laughed bitterly. "Yeah right," he said. "We're not all Lothario's like you, Joey."

Joey touched his shoulder. "Hey man, don't be so hard on yourself." Ross froze, his heart beating fast.

"I'm not." He said defensively. "Y-you gotta be somewhere after this?"

Joey shrugged. "I may have someone who wants to see me tonight. But I dunno, I like to keep 'em waiting, make 'em desperate, y'no?"

"You're a real gentleman." Ross joked in a friendly sort of way, still facing the shower wall. He patted the hand on his shoulder. "I mean, we could do something tonight, just hang out, y'no? At my place? If you wanna keep making that lady wait."

"Nah, sorry. I'm getting kinda horny."

Ross built up his courage. "That why you're staring at my ass?" He said, wondering if it was true. If Joey would object, he would say that it was a joke. Instead, Joey just laughed.

"Can you blame me?" Joey pinched him.

Ross spun around, surprised, excited. His surprise grew when he looked down and saw Joey's erection. Ross' eyes widened.

"Impressed? Take a picture why don't cha."

Ross didn't know what to say. He had imagined Joey's dick before, but he had never imagined that it would be so thick. It was almost close enough to touch him. His mouth ran dry, he swallowed nervously. There was a pregnant silence while he searched for words. "Now I see why you're so popular with girls." He said, finally. He turned back around, blushing and embarrassed.

"Why thank you." Joey replied. "You should see how I use it."

Ross' heart was beating rapidly. He wasn't sure what was happening, he wasn't sure what he wanted to happen, but he knew that he didn't want to let this moment pass by. Joey had been there for him the most since the breakup with Rachel. Joey made him feel less… lonely. Ross loved that about him.

"Maybe I will," Ross gulped. "What about that girl who's waiting for you tonight? Maybe we could… heh… um, share her, y'no. Could be fun."

He kept talking about a 'girl', but Joey didn't correct him. Still, he thought about the possibility. "What, like, you take one end and I take the other?"

"Yeah, that kind of thing."

He imagined Chandler being spit roasted. Now that would be hot, but still…

"I don't know," Joey shook his head. "I'm a greedy man, Ross. Maybe I don't wanna share, not like that."

"Oh come on," Ross looked at him over his shoulder. "Maybe I can pick up some pointers. How else am I gonna see what you can do?"

Joey stepped closer, sliding his hands across Ross' hips and up his stomach, fondling his chest. Ross gasped, he pulled back into Joey's grip, feeling the thick Italian cock standing against his buttocks. Ross was rock hard himself, Joey noticed. "I don't know." Joey said, massaging Ross' slippery wet chest. "You have any ideas?"