I loved this old feather pillow I found in my closet. I was 15 at the time. One day I had spent a half hour playing with myself. I had popped a big hardon and needed to c** really. really bad. My dickhead was shiny and a deep dark red color after I having teased it awhile. I noticed my old pillow had a tear in it. I got a very h**** thought. I tore that hole open and saw those feathers and started breathing heavy. I placed the head of my d*** at the opening. I shoved my rock hard d*** in, and pulled that pillow to my groin. I held it still while those feathers tickled my d*** when it twitched. Oh God, it felt like a thousand fingers were tickling my d***. I quickly lost it as I felt my balls pull up and my a****** began puckering. “Oh f***!” I grunted and groaned as my c** began to shoot. My eyes rolled back in my head. I jerked my hips back and forth violently as vum flooded that old pillow. I could barely breathe as those feathers tickled my fick as my balls drained themselves. My knees almost buckled. I finally calmed down and slowly pulled my satisfied d*** out. I smiled as I noticed that my d*** was covered in feathers. I got a few tissues and wiped my deflated d*** clean. Every night I would lay in bed jamming that pillow up and down my d*** and every night I would spend time afterwards taking tissues cleaning feathers off. Sadly, after many weeks, I had to discard my pillow lover. I begin to notice something scratching my d***. Upon closer inspection I found out that those feathers inside my pillow had become c** clumps. I am however left with wonderful memories.