This is the story of the time I got 3 of my friends to jerk off on my pillow. For those of you who don’t know, I am sexually attracted to my baby pillow. Ever since I was young, I been deeply aroused by my pillow and have been obsessed with soiling it and making it as dirty as possible. While I first began by secretly peeing on it, I soon started rubbing my penis and using my pillow as my personal cum rag. For more on this, I highly recommend reading my previous story where you can also see a picture of my pillow as my avatar: [https://www.solotouch.com/story/sexually-attracted-to-my-baby-pillow-67968](https://www.solotouch.com/story/sexually-attracted-to-my-baby-pillow-67968).

So, this story takes place when I was 15. I was close friends with a group of 3 other boys from my class and they were all as curious about sex as I was. From what we discussed and from what I could gather at the time, they had discovered sex and masturbation through various means, one from watching his brother’s pornography secretly, one from his friend and one from touching himself. As diverse as their experience and knowledge in sexual matters were, we were all equally interested and curious about own bodies and, more importantly, each others’. It was then that we decided that we would come over to my place one day and show each other our penises and compare what they looked like. Thankfully, my parents were were away for the weekend, taking my sister to a concert or something, and I would have the whole house to myself. Immediately, the gears in my head started whirring. I really wanted to get my friends to cum on my pillow, but I had no idea how I would go about making it happen. I really didn’t want this opportunity to slip by, but I knew that my pillow fetish was far from normal and I was beyond afraid of what they would think if they found out the truth. I kept thinking and thinking and before long, the promised day arrived.

Before I continue, for the record, no, I’m not gay, nor am I even bi. I just love seeing my pillow defiled. Think getting turned on by Japanese bukkake porn.

Alright, back to the story. All of us were gathered in my room and seated in a small circle. All of us were nervous. Nervous, but excited. After talking amongst ourselves for a while, we decided to pull off our pants and underwear at the count of three. We started counting, “One, two, three!” Off our pants came. Our eyes quickly darted from crotch to crotch. Each of our goins were as different as the rest of our bodies when pitted against each others’. I was relieved to see that my penis was hardly the smallest, but I was bested by one of my friends. Some of us had large tufts of pubic hair while others had just a little. Only one of us was circumsized.

Interestingly enough, once the pants were off, the mood got immediately less awkward. We were all in this togeher and that reaffirmed our solidarity as friends. We laughed, pointed at each other’s penises, made snide remarks, asked each other about the peculiarities of each of our penises, so on and so forth.

It was then I put my plan into motion. I brought up the subject of masturbation. We knew each of us did it, but we did not know much else. Since we had already shown each other our penises, I said that it would be cool to see how our masturbation sessions varied. Much to my relief, they bought into it and started talking about what they would watch while doing it, where they enjoyed doing it the most and what kind of technique they would use.

As I had had predicted, we started to get hard just talking about the subject. Even though we were all guys, our nervous excitement and memories of things we jacked off to in the past started to make us really aroused. Impressively, the one with the shortest dick actually became the longest once erect, while mine stayed roughy about the same size…

Riding the wave, I bit the bullet and suggested, “Since we’re already hard, why not we show each other how we do it?” Predictably, there was some initial resistance, but peer pressure made any doubts wash away. Before long, we had started jacking off infront of each other. It was surreal. There we were, sitting in a circle, hands on our dicks, jerking ourselves of furiously.

It was then that I took the plunge. I exclaimed something to the effect of, “Crap! I don’t have any tissues in my room! I don’t even know where we keep the spare boxes…” This definitley annoyed a couple of them as they were visibly frustrated, even though they did not stop moving their hands along their shafts. Before they could voice their displeasure, suggest an alternative or even consider stopping, I stopped jerking off myself and said, “Nevermind, I got it”. I reached under my bed and pulled out my pillow, which I had specially washed for this occasion. There was no going back.

Almost immediately, I heard, “The fuck is that?” “Er… is that what I think is?” “What are you, five?” …all of these were responses I had expected. Quickly, I shot back, “Hell, no! I stole this thing from my sister’s friend when she came over to our place for a sleepover last week! She’s really hot, so I’ve been jacking off while thinking of how she must have been lying on this every night.”

From repulsed, their faces slowly changed to that of curiosity. “…and?” one of my friends said. “And,” I continued, “I’ve been thinking of giving it back to her. But not before leaving her a bit of a present.”

Grins began erupting on the faces of my friends, one by one. It was then that I knew I had won them over. “You got a pic of her?” one of them asked.

“Of course,” I said, as I whipped out a real pic of hers that I had taken out of my sister’s scrapbook earlier. They bought it hook, line and sinker. “Imagine a girl her age still hanging on to a pillow like this…” “I think we need to give her a taste of what being an adult is like…” While I can’t say I didn’t feel bad for doing this to my sister’s friend behind her back, my friends were begining to really get into it, masturbating to her image.

All of us were now laughing, making fun of her and the pillow. One of my friends took the pillow, pressed it to his face and breathed deeply. “She smells amazing!” All this time, I was laughing bitterly on the inside, looking at my friend pressing his face into my (albeit washed) cum rag and complimenting the smell.

My second friend grabbed the pillow from him, got up and started rubbing it against his crotch vigorously, sliding it up and down his erect shaft. “I’d love to see her put her head on this!” He then switched his grip on the pillow, wrapping it around his dick and air humping it, making a show of himself. “Holy crap! This must be what her pussy feels like!”

“Me next!” my third friend yelled and wrenched the pillow out from his grasp. He instead sat on the pillow and grinded his dick into it. When he released his grip on it and tossed it back into the middle of the circle, there were several wet patches on it where the precum had leaked. That was it. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The pillow had now been defiled and there was no turning back. Whatever meager restraint they had as hormonal teenage boys evaporated. They were all ecstatic to be able to feel a sexual connection with a real female, albeit through something they thought she had possessed.

Before we knew it, it became a competition to see who would be the first to cum on the pillow. They were really going at it now. The fires of their male instincts were raging and there was no putting them out.

The guy who had jerked off with the pillow was the first to reach his limit. “Okay! Here it comes!” He got to his knees, positioned his dick right over the bunny face and shot 4 ropes of thick, white, gooey cum across it as he yelled, “Facial!” The fabric immediately began to absorb the moisture and dark outlines appeared across the cum streaks. Once he was done, he took his penis and dragged it across the face of the pillow, stopping at the corners to pinch the tip of his foreskin againsr the ruffles, making sure the pillow caught every last drop.

The other two boys soon followed suit, reaching climax at almost the same time. As they were on opposite ends of the pillow, a stray blast of cum from one guy’s dick managed to strike the hand of the other, causing him to reel back in disgust. Without thinking, he flipped his hand around and wiped the back of it on the only remaining unsoiled corner of the pillow.

Seeing this scene unfold before my eyes made me harder than diamonds. I was living the dream of seeing my pillow defiled right in front of me. To top it all off, no one knew that the pillow was actually mine and that that they were dancing in the palm of my hand. All this time, I was desperately trying to hold back my inevitable orgasm as I waited for my friends to completely plaster my pillow in cum.

The pillow was quite a sight. It had, at the very least, 18 streaks of cum going at it from three diffeeent directions and it was starting to smell rather strongly of chlorine. While everyone looked at the picture of my sister’s friend while they were yanking on their dicks, I was looking intently at the poor bunny drowning in my friends’ semen.

I could take it no longer. I aimed the tip of my dick right at the bunny face and let my dick take control of my body. The spasms of pleasure were unlike anything I had ever experienced in the past before. Everything went white. By the time I had regained awareness of my surroundings, I looked down at the pillow and realized that I had cum the most out of all of us.

“Damn! You sure were holding it in!” As they had all finished up before me, they were all focused on me and my dick. Sheepishly, I flicked my dick to wring out all the excess cum over my pillow and put on my pants.

Now that all the euphoria had been drained through our dicks and that we were all fully clothed once again, sense began to regain control. Here we were, a group of guys, sitting in a circle, with a cum-drenched baby pillow in the middle of us.

“Er, I’ll take care of this…” I said as I grabbed the pillow (careful to not drip any of the now liquid cum off the sides) and ran out of the room as fast as I could before anyone could say anything. I dashed into the toilet and closed the door behind me. Instead of wiping off the cum or rinsing it off like any sane person would do, I sat on the toilet bowl and folded the pillow in half, mushing all the semen togther, causing it to seep deeper into the pillow. This act immediately caused another boner to erupt from my loins but I knew I couldn’t leave my friends to their own devices for too long. I took a couple of rubber bands from the medicine cabinet and tied up the pillow tightly before tucking the pillow away behind the toilet bowl for later retrieval.

I don’t remember what I told my friends after that, nor do I remember how that day ended. Fortunately, they were too embrassed to really talk about the issue again. But it didn’t matter in the slightest. I had done it. I had managed to get my friends to defile my pillow and had gotten away with it.

When I later took the pillow back from the toilet and untied it, the cum had dried and the pillow was crusty, causing me to get yet another erection as I pressed my face into it, breathing in the familair, yet strange smell of cum that that wasn’t mine. Even though the pillow is long gone, the memories of that day still provide me with hours upon hours of excellent orgasms.