"No, you keep going. I'll clear the bench," Jorgen replied. He gave my body a once-over before turning away to do something else. Just as he moved away, Anders grabbed my attention by grabbing onto the hem of my shirt.
"Arms up." I did as he said, and he even more quickly pulled my shirt. I went for his shirt as he overpowered me to pull my jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. My cock bounced against the release from its restraint and his my cousin's warm and bulging bicep. My cock was a pencil against his arm: healthily long, but average in width, I felt the warmth of the sun directly hitting onto my cock - a new sensation I had never felt before. "Oh, yeah, you're liking this alright," my cousin said as he stood back up, looking at my cock. "Now turn around," he demanded.
I turned around to reveal my ass. "Looks like he's got a better ass than you, Anders," I heard Jorgen say from afar. Indeed, my body looked like all the major muscle mass was compounded into a well-framed rear that I'll admit, even I enjoyed looking at in the mirror standing naked.
"Fuck you, man," Anders replied.
"No, today, I intend to do the fucking," Jorgen calmly replied, with full certainty in his tone. I turned back just at that time to see that Jorgen had been just a few feet away clearing a leather bench on sturdy wooden frame that I hadn't noticed before. It was a bench, per se, but more like a low-level platform, rising to just below Jorgen's knees. He used the opportunity to now connect his eyes with me, his gaze telling me that I was the object of his last sentence. Without breaking eye contact with me, he moved his hand up to the last clasp holding his overalls on his body to send his clothes tumbling to the ground in a heap around his feet.
He looked down to pull his legs out and onto the floor. My eyes were glued to his cock. I had seen a couple in person before, but nothing like this. Jorgen's cock was something from a stud porn studio. A healthy but trimmed bush of hair surrounding his naked and raging cock, accentuating its shape. I'd guess he was only notionally longer than I was, but his girth was the feature of his cock that drew in your command. He smiled, "You've made out with him enough, let's let him graduate to tasting something different."
Anders dutifully helped out his brother, who moved to the head of the platform, facing us, and motioned for me to get on the platform. "Kneel." I obeyed and knelt onto the platform at the other edge. A hand just between my shoulder blades from Anders pushed my body onto all fours. "Good boy," he said to me. "He's all yours," he added, this time talking to his brother.
I looked up to see Jorgen's tall, muscular frame now towering in front of me. Standing on the floor itself, his frame put his cock directly a foot in front of me. From here I could see more detail: a smooth foreskin wrapped around a bulbous bright red head, a series of veins that wrapped around the edge of his girth to convey the strength of this particular muscle, and a shining bead of what I recognised as precum at the very tip. He used his left hand to stroke my face and wrap around the back of my neck with a firm pull towards him and his pulsating cock. "Don't be shy," he said. "We're family, after all."
I stuck my tongue out to lick the precum off his head. It tasted sweet and salty at the same time. As I opened my mouth to take a second lick, Jorgen's hips bucked forward and the whole tip of his cock slid inside. He sighed as I began breathing through my nose and used my tongue to establish the size of his cock in my mouth. I could tell he wasn't going to be able to fit the whole thing inside, but I was electrified by the prospect of having it where it was. My tongue flicked around the head to establish that his foreskin was still in place, and so I pulled back away, this time running my lips firmly along the head to pull it back. This evoked another sweet drip of precum that I used to lubricate my mouth a bit further and tried to take in more of his cock. He slid just a few inches in before reaching a natural resistance. I opened my eyes to see that I had only succeeded at taking in about two thirds. He grunted and pulled his hips back to withdraw his cock. My head followed just behind, letting his cock re-enter. He became a bit louder and his hands moved to the sides of my head to guide my mouth. He seemed to recognise the natural limitations of my body against his strength. I'm sure he could've put my head into a hold and forced his way in, but he calmly and confidently let my head bob from the tip of his cock to the point of just applying a bit of resistance at my throat.
