No, thank god

Joey turns around when he hears us going. His hairy stomach hangs and I can’t even see his dick. Yes! It’s soft.

He says, “What’s up? Come join me? You get naked first.”

Phoebe says, “We came down here so Chandler here can suck your cock. Don’t ask any questions. Just stand there and it will be over soon.” She pushes against my back making me take a step forward.

Joey sways drunkenly. I don’t know if he fully comprehended what his wife said, but he grabs the bottom of his gut and lifts up. Massive balls dangle between his legs. His dick is a button at the top, looking way too much like a clit. It’s not that cold out here.

I slowly walked up to him and squat down. I’m not getting my knees dirty for this. I want no evidence of this humiliation. I tilt my head sideways to get under his stomach. I put my mouth around his soft penis which is about the size of a Hershey’s kiss.

Joey yells, “Holy fuck! I thought you were joking!”

I pull my mouth away, and run back to Phoebe. I say, “You were a witness that I actually did it! Let’s get back to the house.”

Joey let’s out a howl that echoes across the lake, “Ahhhhoooooooo Chandler just sucked my cock! Ahhhhooooooo thank you Mother Earth! Your will provides!”

As we walk back up the cabin, Phoebe can’t stop giggling. “I can’t believe you actually did that.”

“I love my wife,” I said.

“You love your wife so much you fucked your best friend’s wife then sucked your best friend’s dick,” she laughs so hard she has to stop walking.

“#1 Joey is not my best friend,” I explain. “And #2 you’re exaggerating. I barely put my tip in you, and I did not suck his cock. I enclosed it in my mouth. No sucking involved!”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself,” Phoebe laughs.

Monica sits by the campfire, wearing her bathrobe. She looks up when she sees us walking up. She asks Phoebe, “Did he do it?”