JOEY & CHANDLER - Chapter 12
The vacation in Florida was now over. As much as Pete and all of the other friends wanted to stay, they would be returning to New York in a matter of hours. They'd all packed up quickly and were ready to leave the condo. Everyone boarded Pete's private plane at about 9:30 p.m. on Sunday night and were in the air pretty quickly due to the excellent weather conditions.
As the flight began to settle in, the pilot began talking over the plane's crackly intercom about when the plane would be landing and the weather conditions in New York.
Meanwhile, Joey couldn't stop thinking about his encounter with Pete the previous night. It was causing him to become increasingly more turned on, leading to an immediate erection. Joey knew he had to relieve himself, so he jumped up from his seat.
"Uh, guys, I need to go to the bathroom," Joey announced.
"Thank you for letting us know, Joey," Chandler replied, sarcastically.
"Aw, I didn't mean to...Aw, forget it," Joey stuttered as he found his way to the tiny washroom on Pete's private plane. As soon as Joey stepped inside of the tiny cubicle he got down to business. Joey quickly sat down, unzipped his pants and pulled out his now throbbing cock. Joey's hand formed a tight grip on his member and he began beating his meat. His fantasies were absolutely concentrated on the encounter he'd had with Pete. His hand jerked up and down on his 9 inches of Italian manhood so quickly that a good amount of precum leaked out of the tip of his cock. The precum helped lubricate Joey as he stroked more and more rapidly thinking of Pete. Suddenly, the door opened. It was Pete. A look of embarrassment was frozen on Joey's face as Pete's eyes widened in shock. The one thing Joey had forgotten to do before he began jerking off was to lock the washroom door. Joey quickly stood up and began fumbling with his zipper as he tried to put his dick away.
"Oh no. Er...Joey, I didn't know you were in there. You didn't lock the door. I'm really sorry that I barged in so quickly..."
Before Pete could finish his apology for intruding on Joey, a fierce wave of turbulence hit the plane. The turbulence caused the plane to shake so roughly that Pete was knocked into the washroom. Before Pete knew what hit him, the door to the washroom shut closed behind him. Pete was now face to face with Joey, who still had his cock out of his pants, and was uncomfortably pressed up against him.
"Uh, I'll get outta here as soon I get the door open," Pete promised.
The way Pete was positioned made it very difficult for him to turn around far enough to reach the door handle. Eventually Pete got one of his hands around the door handle, but realized it was locked.
"I don't understand. It's locked. How can the door get locked from the outside?" Pete questioned, frantically.
"Locked? Now we'll have to get somebody to unlock the door for us. An' I don't wanna have anybody see me like this," Joey said referring to his cock, which was still hanging out of his fly.
"You didn't get zipped up?" Pete asked.
"When you opened the door I tried to zip up, but you got trapped in here with me before I could finish," Joey explained. "Can you, uh, check how much is showing?"
"This is already strange enough being stuck in here pressed up against you. Now you want me to check if you're zipped up?"
"C'mon, Pete. You're pressed up so close that I can't move my head, so I can't see down there."
"Ok. I'll check," Pete relented. He then looked down at Joey's crotch to see if anybody could see his manhood.
"Only the tip is showing," Pete said.
"Good. I'll try to zip it up now," Joey exclaimed as he reached down and began to finish zipping his pants up. There was so little space between the two men that when Joey was attempting to finish zipping up his pants his hand rubbed against Pete's crotch.
"Joey, uh, you're rubbing against me in a personal kind of way," Pete stated.
"If I can zip up, then I won't have to keep rubbing up against you," Joey replied.
Like the washroom lock, Joey's zipper was stuck. Joey continued trying to zip up his pants, to Pete's embarrassment. Pete was quickly getting an erection as Joey's hand kept inadvertently rubbing up against Pete's crotch.
"Joey, do you have to keep rubbing me like that? I know there's practically no room in here, but can't you zip up later?"
"You don't have to get so turned on by it," Joey responded as he felt a large bulge in Pete's pants.
"Well I wouldn't be getting turned on if you'd stop groping me," Pete stated.
"Relax, Pete. I know it's not great bein' trapped in here," Joey said.
"I can't take this. I'm going to call for help now."
As soon as Pete began calling for help, Ross jumped up and ran to the washroom door.
"What's wrong, Pete?" Ross questioned.
"Joey and I are trapped in here," Pete explained.
"Yeah, and I can't get my fly zipped up," Joey announced, realizing he probably shouldn't have mentioned it.
Ross desperately tried to hold back his laughter at the situation that was unfolding in front of him.
"The door is stuck, Ross. Could you try to open it for us?" Pete begged.
"Well, I'll give it a shot," Ross replied.
Ross gave a few hard pulls on the handle of the washroom door, but couldn't get it open.
"If you can't open it, go ask one of the pilots for help," Pete suggested.
With those words, Ross went straight to the front of the plane where the pilots were seated.
"Uh, can one of you guys help get the washroom door unlocked? It's stuck," Ross asked.
"Not now. We're still hitting some bad turbulence. We can't worry about anything else until we land," One of the pilots answered.
Ross then ran back to the washroom where Joey and Pete remained trapped.
"The pilot says we can't do anything about it until we land. There's still too much turbulence," Ross told the men.
"It's ok, Ross. You did what you could. You better sit back down if there's going to be more turbulence," Pete said.
Ross sat back down, and Joey began thinking about the situation he was currently in.
"Uh, Pete, since we're trapped like this why don't we find somethin' to do to keep us busy?" Joey asked as he began rubbing Pete's cock intentionally.
"Joey, what're you doing? This isn't the kind of place for that," Pete complained.
"Just enjoy it. We're probably gonna be trapped for awhile," Joey said as he slipped his hand into Pete's fly and began rubbing Pete's cock through his silk boxers.
"Silk boxers, eh?" Joey commented as he felt the smooth fabric of Pete's shorts.
"Yes, they're silk. Now get your hand out of my pants. I thought that talk we had this morning would've made some kind of impression on you," Pete exclaimed.
"If we're gonna be trapped like this, we should have some kind of fun," Joey stated.
With those words, Pete decided that being masturbated by Joey wasn't the worst thing that could happen to him.
"This is the last time anything like this is going to happen," Pete said.
Pete then gripped the head of Joey's cock and began groping it. Joey was taken by surprise as Pete began masturbating him.
"Oh, yeah. Just the tip. That's good," Joey moaned as Pete was jerking on the most sensitive area of Joey's dick.
After a couple of quick grunts, Joey's cock suddenly began shooting a load of cum onto Pete's hand, which was a complete surprise to Pete.
"You're done that quickly?" Pete asked in disbelief.
"I was excited," Joey said as his face turned red with embarrassment Y'know how it is."
"Get me something to clean my hand with, ok?" Pete asked.
Joey had enough arm movement to grab a tissue and give it to Pete. As Pete cleaned off his hand, Joey resumed stroking Pete's dick. Joey teased Pete's member very slowly, making sure that Pete wouldn't cum as quickly as he had.
"That's good," Pete sighed as he became caught up in the moment. "Just like that."
Joey's had a good grip on Pete's cock, sliding his hand back and forth over the throbbing member very slowly. So slowly that Pete began to let out a couple of quiet groans as he hoped that Joey would speed up the hand job so he could get his release.
"Come on, Joey. Speed it up," Pete begged as Joey continued his mercilessly slow strokes of Pete's 10 inches.
"I'm gonna work on it until I think you're ready," Joey replied as he felt Pete trying to pump his cock in and out of his hand at a faster pace.
As Joey's fingers worked on the tip of Pete's cock, pleasure was beginning to completely overpower Pete. Pete's body began to shake with each little stroke that he felt Joey give to the head of his member.
"Ok, enough teasing. Work your hand all the way around it," Pete said, breathing heavily.
Joey gradually let his hand fully grip Pete's member, eventually increasing the speed of his jerks. As soon as Joey had worked up his stroking to a good speed, gushes of cum shot from Pete's member.
Pete leaned his head back and let out a big moan as his cum soaked Joey's pants. His body completely gave in to the powerful orgasm Joey had helped him achieve. Now that Pete's moment was over, Joey began to panic.
"Aw, man. Pete, did you have to get so excited? Now I've gotta clean up my pants," Joey worried.
"Just get some tissue and wipe it off," Pete suggested.
Joey struggled to get some tissue and after he wiped his pants off, the stains were still noticeable.
Meanwhile, Pete zipped up his pants and tried to think of what Joey could do.
"Pete, I know what I'm gonna do," Joey announced. "Get as far away from me as you can."
"What did I do? You're the one who started the whole masturbation thing," Pete argued back.
"No, no, no. You gotta move as far away from me as you can so I can turn around and face the sink."
"Oh, that makes sense," Pete answered with a confused look as he pressed himself up against the washroom door, attempting to give Joey some room.
With some tricky maneuvers and a lot of luck, Joey turned around and faced the sink.
"Now I can finally zip up," Joey said proudly as he zipped up his pants.
The stains, unfortunately, were not as easy to solve.
"What the hell," Joey said as he suddenly turned on the water tap and splashed water on the areas of his pants that had been covered with cum.
"What are you doing, Joey?" Pete asked, frantically.
"Hidin' your mess," Joey replied. "I'd rather have everyone think I had an accident, than think I was messin' around with you."
After Joey had finished "wetting" himself, Pete once again tried to open the washroom door. After a few minutes of jiggling with the lock, the door finally opened. Pete stepped out first, showing no signs of what he and Joey had done. Joey didn't want to leave the washroom at all, knowing how his pants looked, but eventually appeared.
Everyone stared in shock at Joey's "accident."
"You peed your pants, Joey?" Chandler asked. "Were you that scared you'd be trapped in there forever?"
"No way, Chandler. It was just, when Pete burst in there like that and all that shakin' of the plane, I kinda lost my aim," Joey lied, happy that his encounter with Pete went unnoticed by everyone else.
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