The Feather Feelies

Sudden memory from my childhood:

 I was fortunate to have a very good friend at the years of about 10 to 12. He had a big plastic above-ground swimming pool in his back yard. If his mother was home, we wore bathing suits to swim. But if she was gone and only his dad was watching us, we would ask him if we could skinny-dip. He would let us do it as long as nobody else was around.

So we got used to seeing each other naked. After we skinny-dipped we would sometimes stay bare for a while in his room, playing and talking and also feeling our tight little balls but not messing around with each other.

One day we're in his room after swimming bare, he showed me a huge feather he had bought at an amusement park. He laid on his bed and then started to tickle his crotch with the feather. He said it feels real funny and gives him goose-bumps "down there." I had to try it too, and right away we both had stiffies, only we just didn't know what to do with them.

That was my first initiation to making my balls and peter feel good. We began "trading places" as we called it, meaning one of us would use the feather to tickle the other guy's junk. After a few minutes of arousing each other's little peters with the feather we would compare our stiffies and give each other a bunch of squeezes and snicker about what we were doing. But we had no idea that there might be another way to play with our dicks, so after a few minutes we got dressed and found other things to do.

I think if we'd had just one more summer together, then we would have learned how to "really" make ourselves feel good. But my parents divorced and I had to move away before my friend and I made the big leap.

When I think about our tickling feather arousing my immature dick, I get a little tingle in my private parts even now.

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