The Four of Us

We knew that my mother watched her two soap operas in a row starting at 3:30pm. A major earthquake would not have taken her attention away from the TV. It was great timing, because we had all just come home from school. So the four of us would get together in my bedroom and have our sex club. This lasted at least a year, and happened at least once a week. The club consisted of me, age 14, and just a bit of a late bloomer. I could sport a 5" erection, and had a few hairs around the base of my cock. My neighbor, Jon, was 13, and was totally smooth. His dick was at most 4" when rock hard. I knew from experience, it could get very hard, solid as a rock, which always intrigued me. Both Jon and I were skinny, white, dark-haired boys. My sister, Jeanette, a medium-weight brunette, was 13, and was just developing her breasts. She had little hair on her pussy yet. Her friend, Sue, was 14 years old, and happened to be Jon's sister. She was skinny and very light-skinned, and had long blonde hair. She had little pointy breasts with little tiny boy-like nipples on her chest. So, at 3:30 we'd all get together, and I'd tie a belt around my doorknob and a nearby closet doorknob. In my youth, I probably thought that would have kept out an intruder, but in retrospect, I'll bet my mother could have easily pushed the door open. Fortunately, she never did. She was always riveted to her shows. She probably figured it was just good luck for her that there was something that keep her children contained and fairly quiet during her shows. So, we'd take off all our clothes. Jon and I would be sporting erections right away. I was a bit more gay than the others at the time. I was most attracted to Jon's dick and balls. Not Jon himself. I thought of him as a bit narcissistic, although I didn't use that word for it at the time. The girls fascinated me, but I didn't really know what to do with them yet. Really enjoying girls was still a few years into the future for me. Jon, on the other hand, while he and I enjoyed playing with each other, was much more interested in my sister. He'd spread her pussy lips with his fingers and try to peer deep inside. He always took it to the limit where she was becoming uncomfortable. She said it started to hurt, but I think she was just being cautious, not letting him actually get to the point where it hurt. I, on the other hand, when I wasn't focused on Jon's balls and dick, was rather interested in Sue, especially her small, white, or slightly pinkish, hairless asshole. I could stare at it for hours. I never put a finger in her. None of us had yet figured out that anal stimulation might be nice. Well, there was one thing we liked. We had collected a series of paintbrushes, ranging from a little artist's camel hair fine point brush to a four-inch house paint brush. We'd ever so lightly run these over various parts of each others' genitals for hours. We did particularly enjoy having our anuses brushed. I'd do it to Sue, Jon would do it to Jeanette, Sue would do it to me, and so on. At first, Jon and I never ejaculated. I remember my first orgasm. Sue was doing the paint brush super-light tickling thing to my frenulum - the underside of my penis just below the head, and while that always felt great, and made me super-erect, this was feeling even better than usual. Then, suddenly, I felt a wonderful, but also scary set of contractions that lasted a few seconds. Nothing came out, but I suddenly lost all interest. The three others couldn't understand why I suddenly ended the session early and kicked everyone out of my room. I couldn't understand why I did that either. The next day, I apologized and invited everyone back. I decided to try the same thing on Jon, but nothing happened, other than that he became his usual rock-hard self and enjoyed it very much. I had Jeanette do it to me, and sure enough, the same contractions again. This time, I didn't get scared. I just loved it, and after a few minutes of a sort of recovery period, I had the others, each in turn, do it to me again. But no matter what paintbrush and what techniques they used, it didn't happen again. Fast forward a few months, and I was starting to ejaculate. Sue and Jeanette both loved it. They had learned to give me earnest handjobs, and just couldn't get enough of it. Especially my sister. Sometimes Jon, would too. But more often, I would do Jon, and he was now getting the dry contractions, and occasionally, he'd produce a single clear, but slightly milky drop of cum. However, there was one thing Jon particularly enjoyed doing to me, and I enjoyed receiving. He had learned to rub the palm of his hand firmly over the tip of my dick. This would make me squirm uncontrollably. I'd usually have to have all three of them sit on my hands and chest so I wouldn't squirm away. It was like an unbearable tickling at first, but turned into a delicious feeling like I was going to pee, or cum, but neither would happen. I would ask Jon, and sometimes the others, to just keep going and going. Sometimes, they'd go so long, that the tip of my dick would be rubbed red, and I'd get a scab over it that took a a few days to heal. This always bothered me, because it was hard to participate fully in the sex club while I had a scab. The same thing happened to Jon. Sometimes I would rub him in the same way, and he loved it too. And, he too, would take it so long that he became sore and scabbed up. We never figured out to us to use any sort of lube. Years later, I learned that while you'd think the opposite is true, using something slippery makes the feeling even more intense. During the whole year or so that we did this, we never kissed, did anything oral, or penetrated each other in any way. I don't know why it never occurred to any of us to try these things. We knew what fucking was, but for some reason, it just wasn't for us. We didn't have much access to porn in those days. There was no internet yet. In fact, the only thing we had was a set of playing cards that I had traded a used-up chemistry set for. It showed naked and semi-naked women in various poses. Even though the women were carefully arranged to not show any vaginas or anuses, I was very attracted to the cards, and loved looking at them while being stroked by Sue, Jon or Jeanette. This all ended one day when my father came home early from work unexpectedly. As soon as we heard the garage door opening, we raced to get our clothes back on, and get the belt untied from the doorknob. We made it in the nick of time before he came knocking on the door. After that, we were always too afraid to have our sex club ever again.