I was resting my shoulders on the platform now, Jorgen was standing with his cock buried to the base, and Anders was now licking the white gooey mess off his left hand. A moment later and I felt the pull of Jorgen's cock withdrawing. He was still semi-hard, his cock glistening in his own handy work. His hairy chest heaved with deep breaths of completion.
"Better for you?" asked Jorgen to his brother, pointing to my still exposed ass. Anders walked around behind me and started fingering my hole with what remnants of my own cum remained on his hand. His fingers weren't anything compared to the size of Jorgen's cock, but the muscles of my hole twitched with lingering sensitivity.
"Oh, yeah, this'll do," Anders replied. He quickly stripped off his clothes, exposing his hairless and bulging chest, with neat rows of abdominal muscles pointing succinctly down to a trimmed bush of blond pubic hair. A swift, one-handed release of the button left his jeans resting their weight on his cock. "Hey, cuz, turn around and watch this!"
I did what I was told to do and flipped onto my back, my ass resting on the warm puddle of my own cum and my arms propping my torso up to look at the spectacle of my cousin's tight frame. He pointed down towards his crotch to direct my attention. A throb of his cock demonstrated the full girth of his cock. It wasn't average, and I'm pretty sure that it was something I hadn't even really seen in porn before. Another forced throb from his cock, and the jeans loosened and fell to the ground. His cock didn't bounce back up the way mine would have. His cock extended out like a third arm hanging in the wind - easily beating out both me and Jorgen in terms of length. The girth was just as teased for: baseball bat would be the nearest comparison I could think of at the moment. It was the great equaliser in the brotherly competition between Jorgen and Anders, and it explained so much.
He grinned as he twitched his cock in the air one more time and looked towards me. I felt like he was enjoying my stunned silence as a reply to his size. He returned his left hand to his cock, and his hand focused on massaging the smooth head of cock, much like a pitcher rubbing a baseball between his fingers. His hand, still slightly gooey with my cum, left just a little lubrication to his cock. However, he then moved his hand down the shaft - his fingers unable to make a full grip around - and pulled back his foreskin, releasing a smooth, glistening stream of precum down to the floor. He used his right hand to collect the stream in his palm and brought his hands to work as a pair to massage his cock to full mast and cover it in his own precum.
"You're lucky that he leaks like a faucet," Jorgen said, looking to me. "He's always been the biggest and the wettest in the family."
"Yeah, you fucking made fun of me for all those years for the marks I'd leave in my boxers," Anders joked back at his brother; his hands still swiftly moving along in sync with each other to massage his cock. It was now harder than before - the drooping curve was less pronounced and it rose higher into the air than before.
"You ready?" asked Anders while he stroked his cock again. I cleared my throat to reply but realised that he was talking to his brother instead of me when Jorgen moved my arms out from under my back, resting me on the platform, and pulled his long meaty arms down my chest and in between my legs to pull my feet into the air, my ass exposed once again. He positioned himself neatly on top of me, with his knees placed next to my shoulders, my head nuzzled between his muscled thighs. I took in a deep breath of air through my nose and took in my older cousin's musky scent from his spent cock and once again loosely hanging balls, now hovering no more than two inches above my face. His ass was round and firm - honed by years on the farm - and covering in an arousing layer of blond fur. My cock twitched awake with renewed excitement.
"Looks like cousin Peter is getting ready, too," cooed Anders, still milking his cock for more precum. "Good thing, too. Foreplay's fucking overrated." He freed one of his hands to slap my cock awake. It extended further along my stomach, reaching up towards my belly button.
"Thus why I went first: a favour for our favourite cousin," replied Jorgen, with what I presume was a wink to my face buried between his legs. I did notice that his cock was stirring to action once again.
My head brushed up against Jorgens' balls and cock as I looked up to watch Anders position himself in front of my ass. His hands stretched along each cheek, spreading my hole open fully. He spit once, letting his saliva drop along my crack onto my hole. He slipped his hand briefly to guide his cock to the sweet spot, and he pressed. Even though I still felt loose and freshly fucked from Jorgen's doing, his cock still strained against the muscled ring of my ass. The pressure continued to build until my ass gave in and Anders' cock entered me.
I writhed back against Jorgen's legs holding my body in place. His grip on my ankles tightened, and his legs descended, slowly sitting on my face until I could do nothing but breath in the scent of his balls through my nose. I screamed into his body. He moaned against the vibrations. I felt his balls tighten against my chin and his cock lift up off my cheek.
"I'm not even half way in!" I heard Anders say. "You were right, this boy was tight as fuck."
"Tight as fuck, bound to buck!" Jorgen replied with a rhyme in rehearsed cadence.
Anders withdrew his cock and my body relaxed as the pain dissipated. I felt a throbbing rush of blood to my ass to recover from the strain. "Remember, Peter," Anders said just before he kissed my inner thigh. "Just breathe." My cock quivered to his touch, and he wrapped his lips around it. A few good strokes, and I was raging hard. The scent of Jorgens' balls, my cock getting sucked, and my ass worn, I was exhilarated and stuck my tongue out to lick just a bit of the area behind Jorgens' balls, between his legs.