Sloppy Bros

All three men sat on the couch with their trousers unbuckled, and their underwear, around their ankles. River lifted the front of his tanktop and pulled it behind his head and beanie hat. His torso was smooth. He leaned forward in the middle seat, between Hunter and Nate, and picked up one of the many pint-sized jars on the table. “So, three hundred bucks to the dude who cums the most?”

“Yeah, whoever can shoot the most before sunrise,” Nate said, stripping off his tank top and unbuckling his jeans. All three men threw their trousers in a pile and lay back together. “Should have trimmed before this; it’s gonna get messy,” he added, running a palm through the scruff on his chest and abs.

River put his left arm on the couch back, behind Hunter’s wide lumberjack shoulders. “Why sun-up, man?”

“Because if we get competitive, we won’t ever leave; we’ll just keep milking until people get worried and come looking for us,” Hunter said. He brushed his nipple with his knuckle and began stroking his dick. It was thick and meaty even when soft. He turned his blond beard to gently grind it against the wave pattern of River’s cuff tattoo.

“Tch, I don’t get competitive,” River replied. “What’s the big deal if we just keep strokin’ until whenever-we-feel-like-stopping. Nothing better than just bating with some stacked — nnnhhhaa!! Hell yeah!”

“You came already?” Nate exclaimed.

River pumped his cock over the jar in his hand. Quick, powerful ropes fired into it, loud and splashing as they struck the glass insides like jets of water from a power-washer. “Fuck, that’s good shit,” River said, throwing himself back against the red upholstery. He kept pumping his shaft with one hand, as the other held his warm glass of juice. “Oh shit yeah, about to fire a second nut!” He streamed cum loudly into the jar again, filling it up until excess overflowed. “Oh crap! Missed some,” he said, putting his first warm jar on the table before picking up another.

Hunter twisted his cock with both hands while pumping up and down. He stood up, tilted his golden beard to the ceiling, and groaned as thick globs of cream slopped out of his large slit. The white slime oozed out fast in one solid stream two centimeters wide, its viscous body

spreading slowly in the jar like molten wax with a dull gurgling sound. He filled just over half a jar then sat down again, watching the other two.

River was pumping furiously fast, and Nate, using a reverse-grip on his veiny dick, pointed it down into his jar. As River shot his third load, Nate creamed out his first, filling a jar completely with twelve large ropes that glopped heavily and loudly as they spewed one after another. “There!” he said, slapping the jar on the table. “Beat that!”

“Fuck yeah I’m gonna beat it, man! Watch me!” River kept a lightning-quick stroke on his cock, his tongue starting to loll out of his mouth as a stupid, gooned grin spread across his face. After a couple more jars, he lifted his arm and smelled himself to force out a few more loads. “God, I frickin’ love my pheromones when I bate like this! Oh man, here it comes again!” He tried to stand, but his legs were shaking so he fell back on the couch and just held the jar to his cock to capture his latest load. “Oh damn, man, you guys dizzy too?”

Hunter oozed out a full second jar, sweat forming on his golden chest hair and neck. He looked at River, whose onyx curls were dripping wet under his beanie hat from exertion. “You’re going too fast; you can’t keep up that pace,” he laughed.

“Watch me!” River’s veins pumped out tight and swollen from his arm as he stroked out another three loads to fill a jar. “Huff... ha! ... huff... see that? Lots of baby batter left in me; not gonna... stop...” He picked up another jar and leaned back against the soft cushioning, then dropped the jar with a clank on the floor; within seconds, his open, drooling mouth was snoring.

“Sexy fucker wore himself down fast,” Nate said. “Looks like its you and me, blondie!” Nate flexed an arm over his head, causing Hunter — who admired Nate’s furry, dark-haired pecs and armpit — to ooze out another thick nut. “That’s some really good quality seed,” Nate said with a grin. “If I lose, won’t be so bad to lose to you!”

“Looks like we’re still up against River too; look!”
“Ah hell, he’s still cumming?”
“It’s just streaming out a little,” Hunter said. “Don’t let him waste it.”
Nate stood up and rummaged in a closet. Hunter watched his tight muscular ass and the

stiff hard-on bounce as Nate walked; Hunter felt his own balls tightening with another load while

watching Nate move. “Ufff, another load for me! Something about you makes me churn a river inside.”

Nate smiled, coming back with an XXXL condom and fixing it onto River’s drizzling dick. The thin stream of cum began to slowly fill the rubber sack.

Nate looked at the ten jars in front of River, the five by Hunter, and the seven he had filled. “You holding steady, Hunter?”

“Steady does it; you two will burn out while my balls are making more seed.”
“You’ve got big ones for sure...” Nate said.
Hunter smiled. “Just a little bigger than yours,” he replied before groaning and oozing out

more cum. “I’m going to sleep all day tomorrow.”
“This one’s getting his sleep already, lucky cheater!” Nate nudged the filling sack with

his foot. The pool of cum in the pouch was growing between River’s feet: already the size of two jars’ worth of cum. “I’d love to play a game seeing how big we could get that, while he sleeps, but I don’t want the bastard to win.”

“Same, Nate; just focus on your own manhood. And just between us? — I prefer yours.” “Oh?”
“Yes; with those veins, how thick it gets, the shape — if I didn’t want you to win, well,

this would be going differently.”

Hours passed, and the coffee table and floor around the guys were littered with open jars of seed. River’s sack sat full and heavy like a beach ball filled with cream. Nate was panting, sweating, and still slow-stroking yet another load out of his shaft.

“You’re still churning milk, Nate? A couple more hours left until dawn.”

“Yeah, that werewolf blood’s handy for something at least; my metabolism is like fire, and my body makes blood and semen almost as fast as I lose it. You about tapped out, Hunter?”

Hunter shook his head. “Men in my family are known for being virile.”
“I bet; you’re huge. And your balls are... hell, are they bigger?”
“I told you — ahhh!, another for me! — I told you, we’re famously virile, like we were

made to breed. The more turned on we are, the larger our sacks grow for all the seed we make.”

River woke with a start. “Whoa, dudes, what’s — did I smoke a shit ton of weed? Or... oh fuck, right! Had this raunchy dream that I was fucking a sorority house of nymphos. Fuck, look at this, dudes!” He grabbed the sack of his cum with both his hands and forearms and gently hefted it into his lap. “How many liters you think I nutted into it?” He grinned from under his shaggy onyx hair as Hunter slapped him on the back.

“You’re lucky we’re letting that bag count,” Nate said. “But you have to put it in the extra jars in the box over there. And what you spill doesn’t count!”

River stared at the translucent sack of cum, feeling it’s unreal fullness and warmth, admiring it and his still-hard cock attached to it. “Man, it’s ready to fuckin’ pop!” He looked side to side with a smirk at both Nate and Hunter, then, sticking his tongue out at Nate, he gripped the bag between his smooth, toned arms.

“Hey, whoa!” Nate shouted, but too late. River’s sack of juice exploded, soaking his torso and lap, and splattering his competitors, with liters of his warm seed.

Hunter wiped his mouth and golden beard with the back of his hand. “It’s... delicious, River.”

“Hell, it’s so thick too,” Nate said, watching his own hands smear goo over his scruffy pecs.

River scraped huge handfuls off his abs with both hands and started jerking off the other guys with it. “You two give up?”

Nate tilted his head back and moaned. “Not a chance; I still got a lot left in me — uhh, yeah!!” He exploded several fat ropes of jizz, and River leaned over to start eating and licking the juice from his twitching meat.

River’s ass hovered in Hunter’s face. Hunter picked up a jar of his own cum and poured it on River’s bum. It coated his ass like cream, and glazed the hole. “I’m not done yet either!” Hunter stood up and slid inside River. As he started pounding, cum splashed over the muscular cheeks.

River grabbed another jar and poured it over Nate’s thick chest, then massaged the pecs and nipples. “Come on, dude, let’s get another taste.” His hands squeezed the thick muscles, so that furry flesh and cum pushed out between his fingers.

“Ah bro, I’m gonna nut again!” River pushed his ass back against Hunter and came hands-free, shooting onto Nate’s lap and cock. “New game: Dude who keeps cumming longest wins.”

“That sounds like a fun time to me,” said Hunter.
“Sure, I’ll still come out on top. But how are you still cumming?!” Nate asked. “Dunno, can’t stop,” River panted. He pulled his hole off of Hunter and sat on Nate,

riding his cum-drenched meat and pouring another jar over Nate’s tits. “I think I oughta finish you off first, wolf-boy,” River said, his tongue lolling out and his breath panting harder like a dog.

“Good idea; let’s put him out of the running,” Hunter added, getting behind the couch, reaching his arms down and massaging Nate’s chest and abs as well, paying extra attention to the sensitive nipples.

Nate gasped with the pleasure of his cum-soaked tits getting massaged while his cock was ridden. “You’re supposed to be on my side,” he panted, clenching his eyes in his effort to hold back his load. “No way are you making me tap out first,” Nate said, gripping River’s meat with both hands and milking his dick.

“Oh bro, that’s so epic!” River’s head tilted back, his tongue hanging out like a puppy while he bounced on Nate.

“Haha, hey! Don’t you bust before we make him lose, River!” Hunter laughed, pinching Nate’s nipples and pressing his own cock against Nate’s head.

Nate turned his head to suck Hunter, each guy trying to make another one cum.

“Ah! I can’t hold it, bro! Ahhh yeahhh!!” River’s cock gushed over Nate, splattering messily; Hunter’s slopped in Nate’s mouth, enough to overrun and spill out and down his face; and Nate erupted so much seed in River that it spilled out onto the floor with a splash.

They all took a moment to catch their breath.

River suddenly slammed down firmly onto Nate’s dick and gripped it with his inner muscles, squeezing it so hard that he jettisoned a fat nut himself, again onto Nate who was still trying to drain the punk himbo dry with both hands.

“That’s one more out of you! You’re going down, River!”

“Uffff that’s so good! But don’t tell me my thick jizz on your hairy abs and these massive man-tits isn’t turning you on, bro,” River teased.

Nate clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to cum again.

“Come on, bro, you might make me cum again if you nut inside me more. Breed me and see if you can finally break me!”

“Come on, Nate, give him that seed,” Hunter breathed into his ear. “Look how handsome and fit he is. Those black curls getting wet with sweat, as well as his smooth chest and perfect skin. And see how tasty he looks with all this cream running down his arms.” Hunter grabbed two more jars of his cum and, moving to behind River, poured them over River’s shoulders and chest. He poured another on his own wide pecs and leaned into River’s back, smearing the cum between them. “Look how thick my seed is, Nate,” Hunter said, running his hands over River’s slime-covered, muscled torso. His fingers left a trail in the white, waxlike cum — ultra-thick with impossibly numerous sperm — as they crept up to River’s chest muscles. The tits were bouncing with the rhythm of River’s cowboy moves, but Hunter firmly gripped them and slowly squeezed their smooth, luscious fullness.

“Fuck!!” Nate yelled, slamming his head back against the couch and roaring so loudly the veins in his neck stood out.

“Oh yeah!!” River moaned, with his face reddening, as if Nate’s cum was giving him a high. “Oh god I feel that son of a bitch’s cum, and there’s so much. Come on, big blond-o! Let’s make him nut again!” He took another jar from Hunter and doused Nate’s pecs again with a fresh coat of Hunter’s baby batter. He pressed his hands harder against the furry pecs, covering every inch with pheromone-laced semen. Then he pressed his tongue to one of Nate’s nipples and hungrily licked and sucked it, getting slime all over his skater-boy face and driving Nate wild.

Nate roared again and pressed up from the couch. Hunter stepped back and watched Nate push River onto the floor, pinning him down and keeping his cock buried deep inside him. “There’s one alpha here, and that’s me!” Nate yelled. He put his hands on River’s pecs as he sped up his fucking, driving his full length in and out of the man, making him drool and goon out with the pleasure of alpha-railing.

“Help me drain him, Hunt!” Nate shot a naughty, handsome grin at Hunter.

Hunter sat on the opposite end of River and slid his hard-on into the himbo’s wet, drooling mouth, then leaned over him to slide the man’s veiny, shaved meat into his mouth too.

While they sixty-nined, Nate knelt on his knees and grabbed River’s ankles to fuck faster. He could see River’s balls tighten before each gush of cum that he sent down Hunter’s throat. Nate stopped counting River’s orgasms after six, and soon Hunter sat up. “He’s almost done, Nate; his loads are finally getting small.”

Nate slowed down and then pulled out of River’s stretched hole. Hunter withdrew from the man’s mouth too, and together they licked and slurped River’s softening manhood until his last orgasm: three weak, small, spurts of cream dripped out onto their cheeks and tongues before his cock fell with a splat onto his abs.

River was snoring again within seconds, with a relaxed, happy, stupid grin on his face.

Nate looked up at Hunter, but he he was too late to react. Hunter sprung on him with his lumberjack’s build and pushed him onto his back, pinning him to the floor. “I know what you like, lad,” he said, holding Nate’s chest down with a forearm and grabbing another cum jar; he dumped it onto Nate’s chest. Nate struggled half-heartedly; his keener sense of smell had been betraying him all night, allowing the pheromones in jars of Hunter’s and River’s loads to arouse him further.

“You’re soaked in it now, Nate; I feel how excited your body is under me. I’m going to win, so just just lie back and enjoy.”

“You can’t — I’m not going down!”

Hunter smiled. “No? Not even by rubbing this thick seed on your nipples with my thumbs, like this?”

Nate groaned and struggled, but his slick body couldn’t move easily; he was lying in a puddle of cum and couldn’t get enough traction, and Hunter’s massive body held him in place.

“That’s it, lad, feel my bum grip your manhood and squeeze it.”

“Ah! It’s ... it’s stronger than River’s! NNrrrghh!!” Nate bit his lip; the muscles were forcibly massaging his rock-hard shaft, gripping, squeezing, crushing his diamond-hard dick. “No, not ... gonna lose ... you bastard!”

“Look at your chest and stomach, Nate. Ever get turned on looking at yourself, how beautiful you are? So strong, with these muscles and this body fur. Not that I can see it well right now! Open your eyes; look how the cum drenched you like paint: white, thick — and delicious.” He ran his hands through the opaque, waxy coat of cum on Nate and scooped up a palmful, which he held to Nate’s mouth. “Drink it.”

Nate pulled his head back, fighting the temptation to drink the men’s mixed cream.

“You think being a werewolf is always a curse, but it lets you enjoy things better too: you can smell our scents in our seed, our manhood laced through our nectar, and you can taste us, can’t you? So open up. Yes, that’s a good lad.”

Nate relaxed his jaw and let the cream flow down his throat. He could taste Hunter and River’s unique proteins and hormones as the thick juice entered him. “Ugh, fuck...” he muttered as his cock pulsed between Hunter’s relentless ass cheeks. “M...more. Please.”

“Good lad. Here’s a mouthful.” Hunter drug his tongue up Nate’s abs and between his pecs, collecting a mouthful of seed. He kissed the weakening man and slid the nectar into his mouth. Nate swallowed it in large, slow gulps. “Ah, you’re close now. Attaboy.”

“Ah, ahhh! Fuck!!” Nate yelled. His cock erupted, splattering ropes of seed from between Hunter’s ass cheeks, up into the air, and down onto his wide back. Hunter sped up his motions and milked another load, his hands still feeding Nate cum and squeezing his pecs.

“I can’t... cum... anymore...” Nate panted after two more milkings.

“Let’s make sure, fella,” Hunter said, nuzzling Nate with his beard. “One more trick, just to make sure.” He picked up the last jar of cum and poured it over his own ass, letting the slime run down his scruffy cheeks and hole, and down Nate’s weakening, softening cock. Then, Hunter pressed his opening onto Nate’s cock and forced him inside. Nate gasped, then moaned loudly as Hunter’s inner walls and outer cheeks concertedly worked him, drawing out whatever energy Nate had left to cum. At last, Nate, with a cry mixed with pain and pleasure, splurted one final, single rope of cum inside Hunter. His cock kept twitching, firing blanks from his empty sack.

Nate’s body relaxed, and his labored panting turned into relaxed sighs. He looked up at Hunter with eyes barely able to stay open and a half-grin.

“And you said you had nothing left!” Hunter laughed. He put his hand to the side of Nate’s face and cupped it. “Sleep well, wolf.” He let Nate’s head fall back gently and listened to him breathe in sleep. Then, he looked down at his own hard-on and slowly pumped it, looking from Nate to River, admiring their strong bodies, and lusting for the cum on them and the floor around them. He breathed in the smell of man musk and arousal, then churned out a stream of cum onto Nate’s sleeping chest. He squeezed his friend’s soft cock in his ass until it was slightly hard; this made Hunter cum again, and the refreshed puddle began running down Nate’s obliques.

He lifted himself off Nate’s cock and gently moved River beside Nate. Then, he knelt by them and milked two more thick loads onto River’s thick forearms and, finally, onto Nate’s pectorals, one more time. At last Hunter yawned and, worn out with empty balls like the others, he lay in a pile with them and gave in to a long, deep sleep.