Chapter Four
"Hell, yeah!" DJ called out, diving back in to give Juan's cocksucker lips more sexy slurps.
Juan looked admiringly into DJ's blue eyes, happy at his open bluntness before Tony's testiness.
"When the cat's away....." DJ laughed. "Anyway---Juan's no fuckin' MOUSE," he pushed his hot crotch rocket further against Juan's hardness. "We're LOVERS, Tone!"
"Shit," Tony sat up, rubbing his eyes. "I love ya', too, you know. Both'a you."
"---an' we love YOU," Juan said over his shoulder.
"---Catholic bullshit and all," DJ laughed, keeping hold of Juan's little waist.
"You been talkin' 'bout me," Tony protested weakly, flexing his big arms, trying to wake up.
"We both agreed that you make us crazy," DJ watched as Tony got up from the couch. "You hungry? We've got mac and cheese."
Tony looked down at himself as though surprised he was so big in the crotch. "Hot dreams," he wiped his eyes with his huge hand. "Full'a dude sex, 'n shit."
"Jeez," DJ smiled broadly, dimples in his cheeks, "---now why would THAT be, I wonder?"
"I sucked your big dicks," Tony said, more to himself than to them. "Now I'm not just queer---I'm a fuckin' COCKSUCKER, thanks to you two fruits!"
Juan looked sort of stricken, his abs tightening up. He looked quickly at DJ--- looking for him to say something.
"Yeah, well, tell me you didn't like it, dude," DJ gently nudged Juan away in order to confront the big Italian face-to-face.
"I thought it was US---like us three TOGETHER," Tony mumbled, standing over DJ like a huge kid. He glanced with hurtful eyes at Juan.
"It IS," DJ poked Tony's bulging chest. "Buddies." He thumped his shotput shoulder. "Pals...."
"Lovers?" Tony looked into DJ's crystal eyes, his own not blinking.
"Lovers, too," Juan said.
DJ suddenly wrapped his arms around Tony's solid torso, his face rubbing into the deep, hairy valley of Tony's open shirt. He reached out to grab Juan's arm.
The three fell into a Tony-dominating, three-way embrace.
"I need you guys," Tony husked. "You're my big brothers, now." He stood a full four inches taller.
"Wanna play around between our legs in the night?" DJ asked, groping Tony lewdly.
"Shit, yeah," Tony rumbled, his mouth burying itself in each of their scalps. "I know I'm trouble'n all---got my shit to deal with....."
Oh, Jesus," Juan said out, "---three queer JOCKS?---it's a fuckin' recipe for getting shit to deal with."
"---gotta keep it all quiet," Tony nuzzled the tops of their heads, "---do our lovin' when there's a chance."
DJ brought Juan's face into Tony's opened shirt, watching him nose-dive into the furry canyon. "Lots'a chances out HERE," DJ said.
Tony leaned down to brush DJ's lips. "Other times, too," he licked. "I need you real bad...."
DJ kind of shoved everyone about till they were sitting back around the table, their lusty eyes checking one another out. He got up and went to the stove to dish Tony out some food.
"We gotta come clean," DJ said, putting down Tony's plate. "You dig us BOTH, or what?"
"Shit," Tony smiled, squeezing ketchup all over the place. "With brothers, you don't pick and CHOOSE," he said. "I love ya' both the same."
"What if Juan and I get it on sometimes?", DJ pressed further, watching Tony shovel in his macaroni.
Tony shrugged, then swallowed. "Do I make you BOTH nuts, or what?" he asked.
The two looked at one another, then raised their eyebrows and nodded. "You make us BOTH nuts," Juan said. "Trust me. Just watchin you EAT is makin' us nuts. Ever think about closing your mouth once in a while when you chew?"
"Then who cares?", Tony shrugged again. "If I'm in the picture, I get you both--- if I'm not, you only get each other." He plowed in more food. "So what?---seems like I kind'a win, don't it?"
"Fuck," DJ raised his eyes to the ceiling. "That's EXACTLY why you make us crazy."
"I'd only get upset if you were includin' me out'a pity, or some shit like that," Tony said. He held his fork in his big fist and pointed it in their direction. "You sure I'm not just a big loser to you two?---everyone else seems to......"
".....totally hot," DJ said flatly. "TOTALLY."
"You're like a fuckin' gladiator," Juan said. "---makes us nuts just looking at your biceps when you pick up your fork."
Tony accepted more Kraft dinner from DJ and squeezed ketchup completely over it. "I got feelings, too," he said, his deep voice always sounding edgy and testy. "My heart's good."
"You love us, don't you," DJ said, his voice very quiet. "---alot, huh?"