"Oh god." Ross squeezed Joey's hands, which were busy molesting Ross' chest. "What are you doing? Ughhh, Joe?"

Joey didn't reply, his lips were low on Ross' neck, sucking hot, wet skin with his tongue. He pinched Ross' nipples. Ross cried out, and then covered his mouth. He looked panicked around the shower room, nobody was here, but the door was wide open, through the fog he could see the locker room on the other side, seemingly empty.

"Oh my god. We – You – You can't… Joe…"

Joey swirled his finger gently over Ross' nipple. The feeling was intense. Ross shivered from the pleasure of Joey sucking on his neck. He had never been touched like this before.

"You want me to stop, Doctor Geller?" Joey said coolly, breathing into his ear. He bit down between Ross' neck and shoulder, hungrily sucking on the smooth flesh.

Ross' cries were loud and feminine. His hands reached over his shoulder to hold the back of Joey's head. "Joey… Joey… Oh fuck!"

His body was shaking. Ross felt like he had completely lost control, a feeling he was surprised to find he quite enjoyed. But still, his eyes were focused on the empty locker room, he was scared.

"Joey – You have to – Someone could come – Someone could come in – "

Joey heard himself laugh. A maniacal laugh, like one of the villains from his soap-opera. He enjoyed teasing Ross, he loved to hear him make that high, whiny voice.

"Maybe they will." Joey said.

Ross took sharp breaths as Joey played with his nipples. "Fuck man, what are you doing to me?"

"Just tell me to stop."

Ross whined. "Man you're a pervert. Just… just do what you want."

Joey quietly picked up the bottle of shower gel by their feet and squirted the gel over his fingers. Ross gasped when Joey's cold, lubed digits touched the sensitive flesh above his balls, running up to swirl around his butthole. He leaned forward, head against the tile wall, pushing his hips into Joey's fingers.

"Hey now, look's like I've found your favourite spot."

Ross hid his face in his elbow. He felt shame, embarrassment. He was acutely aware that anybody who might look into the showers right now would see him bent over like a slut, whining for his friend to stroke his hole. Joey's fingers felt amazing. No woman had ever touched him there, he had always been too afraid to ask.

"You look good from this angle, Ross." Joey entered a single digit into Ross' ass, slowly circling his inner walls and enjoying the man's moans. With his other hand he felt the curvaceous shape of Ross' hips and buttocks. His eyes drunk in the sight of his friend bending over for him, totally submissive, the water hitting his muscular back. It made Joey feel powerful, he was completely in control.

He wanted to savour this moment as much as he could, he wanted Ross to enjoy it. Ross was the shy, sensitive type. He wasn't like Chandler, who always needed it faster, harder, more intense. Ross needed love, softness, affection.

Joey got on his knees. Ross' ass was huge, Joey pulled the right cheek aside revealing the pink quivering hole. Ross was saying something under his breath that Joey couldn't quite make out. At first, Joey kissed it. Small, loving kisses, just to whet his appetite. The taste of flesh was surprisingly pleasant, almost like kissing someone on the lips. And then -

"Oh god! Joey!"

Joey's tongue licked up one side of Ross' hole, savouring the taste. It was good. He did the same to the other side, and then slid his tongue into the middle, as deep as he could.

Ross' legs were shaking. "Oh fuck! Yes Joey!" Joey had never heard his voice go so high. Ross' vision had turned blurry, he stood up a little to grab hold of Joey's shoulder, and then bent down even further, helping to push Joey's tongue down his hole. "Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes! UGH! YES!"
Joey was proud of the sounds Ross was making. Still, he licked slow and deliberately, not allowing himself to get caught up in the excitement.

Ross had surrendered to the pleasure entirely. "Oh fuck, this feels so good Joey, don't stop, don't stop. I need it, dude."

Joey grinned, his tongue still playing with Ross' hole. "Not scared anymore?" He asked, taking a breath. "Someone could walk in any minute…"

Ross laughed. "I don't care dude. Just keep your tongue in my hole, Joey."

Joey obliged, he enjoyed pleasuring his friend. He was aware that this was probably the first sexual experience that Ross had had since his latest break-up with Rachel. He wanted it to be special for him.

Joey at his ass for a long time. He was surprised by how much he enjoyed it, Ross' hole was delicious to him, and the sounds he made excited him.

Ross' body was shaking. He bit hard onto his forearm. The feeling of Joey's slimy tongue swirling inside of him was too much. His dick felt hot. He realised he was going to cum any second. What would happen then? Would they just forget about it? Would Joey go back to fucking girls? Ross wanted to please him, he wanted to show Joey that he wasn't some sexless loser, that he could make Joey feel good too.

He tapped Joey's hand, which was pressing on his thigh, and then stood up. "Joey, you gotta stop man." He panted. "I'm gonna cum any second."

Joey stood up and stretched his arms. Playfully he slapped Ross' ass. "Alright man, let's get our stuff."

Ross turned around to face him. "I don't wanna go Joey, not yet."

Joey was surprised, but excited. "What do you want?"

"Sit down."

Joey sat back on the stone bench which ran across the centre of the shower room. He shook his wrists and took deep, slow breaths. He was so turned on, he felt ready to bust right here and now. All the worse when Ross knelt on his hands and knees, crawling towards the bench with a devilish grin on his face.

Joey grinned right back. "Man, you're secretly a little slut, aren't you Dr Geller?"
"Only for you Joey." Ross said exactly what Chandler had said the first time he had sucked Joey's dick. He rubbed his face on the glistening wet penis, eyes closed, taking in the sensation. Finally his tongue came out, licking the base of Joey's shaft.

Joey stroked his hair. "Fuck that feels good."

Ross liked to be praised. He blushed, bringing his tongue to the end of the fat Italian cock. Joey's fingers dug into Ross' scalp, he moaned. The taste of precum dripped onto Ross' lips. It was sweet, and salty, Ross wanted more.

He licked around the end of the cock, taking in as much precum as he could. Slowly, he wrapped his lips around Joey's erect member, and the taste of Joey filled his mouth.

Joey swung his left leg over Ross' shoulder, gently inching his dick into Ross' mouth while his foot pressed on his back. "Fuck dude, your mouth is so fucking hot."

Ross slowly moved himself up and down on Joey's cock, he soon realised that he was only able to take half the length before it pressed against his throat, and then on instinct he would pull back, sputtering.

"Heh. It's okay, man." Joey grinned at him reassuringly. "I'm a lot to handle for some people, y'no?"

Ross frowned. He wasn't about to give up that easily. Joey gasped as Ross took him in his mouth once again, pushing the dick to the back of his mouth. He let the dick fill his throat, inch by inch, as slow as he could so as not to alert his gag reflex. "Fucking hell, keep doing that man."

Ross would pull his head back for air when he needed to, and then allow the dick back into his throat. Every time it would get a little further, and every time Joey's moans would get a little louder.

Joey clenched his fists as he approached orgasm. Ross was a quick learner, he deepthroated Joey's cock like a professional. He wanted to taste Joey's cum in his mouth, to know that he had pleased him.

Joey's eyes rolled into the back of his head, his muscles twitched. He was going to shoot. The sight of Ross sucking on his cock was almost better than the feeling itself. Suddenly he stood up, holding the back of Ross' neck. Ross' eyes widened, but he continued to fellate Joey's dick. Joey spread his legs and pulled Ross' head further onto his dick. He started to fuck Ross' face, reaching his dick as deep as it could go into his throat. Ross' held onto Joey's ass as he withstood the face-fucking, he felt like he was being strangled, gargling and drooling around the fat red cock.

"YES ROSS! FUCK!" Joey mercilessly hammered at Ross' throat.

Finally, he shot his load into Ross' mouth. With a gasp, Ross pulled himself off of Joey's dick. Hot cum hit his face like a firehose. He took deep, desperate breaths for air.

Joey looked down at Ross. Ross' face was red, he was panting heavily. His left eye was closed, cum pooled in the crevice beside his nose, dribbled out of his mouth, and elsewhere it splattered on his face in drops. He smiled at Joey, a proud smile.

Joey helped him clean up before going home to Chandler, his heart full of guilt.