Date: Fri, 4 Dec 2015 17:59:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Brad Hall <gayturtleneckloverman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Robert and Alan

This is a fictional story concerning two consenting homosexual men. This
means that readers must be at least 18 and if this type of fiction is
illegal in your area, please don't read it. This story concerns my own
personal fetish, which are turtleneck sweaters. There are references to
crossdressing as well. If the response is positive, I'm happy to continue
with further chapters.

This story is about Alan Hall, a very closeted professional in his mid-30's
coming to accept and embrace his homosexuality. This story is
semi-autobiographical. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my
story. All feedback is very welcome. Please email me at:

gayturtleneckloverman@yahoo.com (Obviously this is not my professional email!)
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Alan walked as casually as he could into the restaurant. He wasn't the
biggest fan of seafood, but the place was convenient and highly rated. The
layout of the place, all booths and the low light ambiance made it ideal
for privacy which was exactly what Alan was hoping for. The maitre d', a
pleasant young woman wearing a white blouse and black slacks, approached
him carrying an iPad.

"Good evening sir, do do you have a reservation?"

Alan nodded. "Yes but I'm a bit early. It's under Lee. Can I wait at the
bar?"

"Certainly sir, just there in the back," the maitre d' said, pointing.

Alan nodded his thanks and headed for the bar. He ordered a glass of red
wine. He was 30 minutes early. It was his habit. Well, at least in most
things. He was hoping to make up for lost time in one thing starting
tonight. He was on his first date with another man. He didn't feel nervous,
at least any more nervous than what would be normal. No, he was ready,
finally.

Alan Hall was 33 years old but looked a bit younger. He stood 5'10 and was
slightly built at 150 pounds. He was rather fastidious about his
appearance. He kept his light brown hair short and parted on the side. He
shaved twice a day and kept his nails trimmed. His co-worker and best
friend, Ellen, helped him pluck his eyebrows to highlight his green
eyes. He had an average body hair and he kept it neat and trimmed.

Tonight he was dressed in what he hoped was the right outfit. He wore a
white ribbed turtleneck under a powder blue cableknit shawl-collared
sweater. Over this he wore a navy sport coat. He wore khaki chinos that
accented his legs. Finally he wore light gray ribbed woollen socks and
brown deck shoes.

Alan had a major "thing" for turtlenecks. He loved to wear them and see
other people in them. He quite a large collection, ranging from cotton
turtlenecks to heavier wool turtlenecks. Though most of his turtlenecks
were men's, a few were borderline and several were definitely women's. He
was glad to work as a legal librarian and thus had a much more relaxed
dress code than the paralegals, associates and partners. Even the
secretaries had to dress up more than he did. The perks of having an out of
sight and out of mind occupation. This pretty much allowed Alan to wear
turtlenecks every day. His usual work outfit was a turtleneck or a
turtleneck sweater or a turtleneck under a v-neck sweater, a sport coat and
slacks. Naturally he wore more seasonally appropriate shirts in the warmer
months but changed into a turtleneck as soon as he could. Alan even wore
turtlenecks as pyjamas: a white cotton turtleneck, Old Navy sleeping pants
and white women's slouch socks.

Alan also liked colorful women's and woollen socks a lot. He only wore
women's socks. It wasn't hard to disguise at work.

Alan was careful about the turtlenecks he wore in public and tended to keep
his more flamboyant socks for the house as well. He had been caught though,
but only once. Ellen, his absolute best friend, once came to his apartment
unexpectedly while he was wearing his pink Fair Isle turtleneck sweater,
women's flared jeans and purple knee socks with white hearts patterned over
them. He was grossly embarrassed, Ellen giggled and told him he looked
cute. She was the only person that knew of Alan's turtleneck obsession and
the approximate size of his turtleneck and sock collection.

She also kept it quiet. Ellen was cool like that. Ellen was technically
Alan's boss as she had been at the firm for seven years before Alan came on
three years ago but they considered themselves equals at work. They very
quickly clicked at work and soon hung out together socially. She was a few
years older than Alan, an energetic and extroverted blonde who competed in
two triathlons a year. Quite the opposite of her quiet and almost painfully
shy friend. However, they both loved 60's music, classic movies, science
fiction and baseball. Ellen was a Milwaukee native while Alan was from the
east coast. The gossip about the two of them was why they hadn't hooked up
yet. Though the firm had prohibitions of inter-office relationships, they
generally only enforced it amongst the lawyers and not the support
staff. Ellen would invariably date however. She was currently engaged to
Paul, a vet. Paul wasn't jealous of Ellen and Alan's friendship. He had his
own "work wife," his vet tech Kate. Alan thought Ellen and Paul were just
right for each other.

About four months ago, Ellen was at Alan's apartment. They decided it was
going to be a Star Wars marathon (the original trilogy of course)
Saturday. Paul was in Minnesota for some vet conference and Ellen wasn't
that interested in bovine metabolic disorders. Alan was wearing a forest
green cableknit turtleneck sweater, light blue skinny jeans and red striped
socks. Ellen wore a white turtleneck under a navy cardigan, jeans and navy
and pink argyle socks. Alan had a strict no shoes policy. Her boots were by
the front door. The were sitting on the sofa with pizza and wine. A New
Hope had just ended. As Alan got up to change the DVD, Ellen took his
hand. "Alan, I'm going to ask you a question. I need you to be honest."

"Sure Ellen," answered Alan sitting back down. She kept his hand in hers.

"Alan, are you gay?"

"Well that's a hell of a question Ellen!" Alan slumped into the sofa, and
started to hyperventilate, unable to control himself. "Yes, Ellen,
I'm...I'm...I am gay." It all came out. Alan had never faced the question
with himself, always finding ways to distract himself. He never thought of
himself as a homosexual. He certainly wasn't straight or bisexual. He was
just a man who liked to have sex with other men while wearing a turtleneck
or two. He never had or looked for a boyfriend or a relationship, it was
just about sex.

He told Ellen he'd had a thing for turtlenecks since he was a little boy.
He wore them all the time. He knew they excited him, sexually, when he was
about 12 or so. The socks came later, and part of it was that girls had
more fun with their socks than guys did. Ellen had to agree with that. Alan
said that he occasionally crossdressed but not to pretend to be a woman,
even though he's always felt more feminine than masculine in some ways. He
just really loved women's turtlenecks, sweaters and socks. He had a few
pairs of women's pants and jeans and a couple of skirts and shoes just to
complete the outfit. He even had two turtleneck dresses. Ellen giggled and
said she thought there had to be more than just that women's pink
turtleneck sweater.

Alan didn't start to really think about boys till he was 17 when a gay
couple moved into his neighborhood. He fantasized about it, having sex with
boys while wearing a turtleneck. Most of the boys he dreamt of were
faceless but there were a couple of boys at school he thought of as being
sexy.

When he went to collage he had more exposure to gay boys but never pursued
it though his fantasies and attention to boys intensified. He secretly
started reading gay sex stories on nifty.org and watching gay porn. He also
discovered forums and discussion groups for people who had turtleneck
fetishes like he did. Most of the members were gay men with a few bisexual
men. He still dated a couple of girls (he noticed they wore turtlenecks a
lot) but had a really hard time connecting in a romantic way. He loved
being with girls but was stressed when things moved passed kissing and
hugging. Sex, while it felt okay, was always an ordeal.

Finally when he was a senior Alan decided that enough was enough. He needed
to have sex with a guy. During the winter break he was house sitting a
family friend's friend's place. He went to a gay bar to see what would
happen.He wore a white turtleneck underneath a red turtleneck sweater,
black jeans, white girl socks and black loafers. He didn't even get into
the bar. In the parking lot a thin guy about his age pulled up. He said he
was interested if Alan was. Without thinking about what he was doing, Alan
reached into the car and felt the guy's hard cock in his jeans and kissed
him. Whereas with girls sometimes it took some effort to get it up, Alan's
cock was immediately straining against his jeans. Alan told the guy he was
ready and had a place. They went to where Alan was staying and once they
got to the guest bedroom, the guy immediately got naked. Alan stroked his
cock, surprised how nice it felt, and asked if he could keep his
turtlenecks and socks on. The guy said "Sure, whatever," and took Alan to
bed, telling him to lay down on his belly. Before Alan knew what was going
on, the guy had his condom on and lubed himself up and was putting his cock
into Alan. Alan gasped in pain at first, but as the guy got into his
rhythm, it got better. Alan was really just about to get into it when the
guy grunted and came. They hardly talked on the way back to the bar so Alan
could get his car. Alan felt very conflicting emotions that night. One was
that he felt used, like a jerk off toy. He didn't even get a chance to
cum. Ellen nodded in sympathy. The other was he knew that it was just about
to feel really good! He wanted to do it again! Alan even went in the bar
but no one seemed that interested or sober enough.

The next time was a few months later. Alan went on to gay.com and posted
that he was looking for a hook up. Within minutes he had made arrangements
with a guy who would pick him up by his dorm. Alan recalled that he wore a
carise colored turtleneck, jeans, white wool socks and Birkenstocks. Ellen
laughed at that. They met and drove to a remote parking lot in the
woods. The guy wanted a blow job. Thinking on how he'd seen it done in the
porn videos Alan took him in his mouth and began to suck on his cock. It
tasted a little weird at first but Alan love feeling the guy enjoying
himself and the taste of his precum. Within minutes his mouth was full of
cum. Alan, not sure what to do, swallowed. It tasted strange, not bad and
not good, but Alan was so pleased with himself that he got a guy to cum
with a blowjob.

The guy, who was overweight and frankly wasn't very attractive to Alan,
gave him a handjob. However, the gratification that Alan gave him was so
rewarding it didn't matter to Alan if he got to cum or not.

It was another year before he had sex with another guy. Then six
months. Each time Alan met a guy, they'd have sex and part ways. It was
usually anal sex, sometimes just giving a blowjob. Alan wore a turtleneck
and women's socks every time. He needed them for sex.

In the meantime, Alan might date a girl a bit but things still never really
clicked with the girls. When Alan was 27 he stopped dating girls. He still
sporadically met guys for sex but never saw them again. There were of
course failures to get things going with some guys. Some were also keeping
it a secret and roommates were home. Others were married and that was
that. Alan's uncle had had an affair and saw the effects of it on his
aunt. A few said the turtlenecks were too weird for them. One guy wanted to
play bondage games. Alan was not into that though it seemed a lot of
turtleneck fetish guys were. A few guys wanted Alan to top, but Alan was
only interested in pleasing his partner, for them to cum. Alan sometimes
got off but that was a secondary concern for him.

"So, there wasn't anyone you even thought about seeing, like as a
boyfriend,"'asked Ellen, raising her skeptical eyebrow.

Alan said there was one guy he met when be 26. The guy had a thing for wool
socks and wanted Alan to come in drag. On the way Alan stopped off at
Wal-Mart and bought a white panty and bra set, a sleeve-less pink ribbed
turtleneck top, a loose khaki skirt, white thigh-high socks and a pair of
black heels. In the bathroom Alan slicked his hair back as best he could.

"How'd you explain the clothes at the register?"

Alan laughed. "I had a whole story of it being my girlfriend's birthday and
it was last minute and such."

Ellen laughed. "Did it work? Because those clothes sound like you but I
can't see any girl wearing that outfit."

Alan smiled. "She didn't say anything. Just rang me up and took my money."

Alan dressed in the car. He'd never worn long long socks before and they
were a little tricky. The guy told Alan to come in when he knocked. He
found the guy sitting on his sofa wearing nothing but a pair of gray wool
socks slouched around his calves. That excited Alan, and the guy wasn't bad
looking though a little older than he would have liked (Alan guessed he was
40 or so). He had a beautiful penis. And he was a perfect gentleman. The
sex was absolutely incredible! He felt so good inside Alan and the passion
of his love-making stirred such emotions in him he'd never felt
before. While he really enjoyed having sex with men, letting them inside
him or pleasuring them with oral sex and kissing men, Alan made a real
connection with this guy. After he came, he gave Alan an incredible blow
job and then kissed Alan, sharing his cum. Alan had come to love having cum
in his mouth. Then they laid in bed together, and he held Alan tenderly,
like a lover. Alan eventually had to go.

Ellen punched him in the arm. "Why the hell didn't you see him again?!"

Alan sighed and shrugged. "I wanted to, honestly. But every time I tried to
call I just couldn't go through with it. I don't know why. Besides, I
probably wouldn't be here if I did."

It had been three years since he'd been with a guy. Before getting his
master's, Alan had worked as a high school English teacher for a few years
but hated it. He got a job through a friend at church as a clerk at the
courthouse. He knew he never wanted to be a lawyer but found the legal
system really interesting. The master's course and working part time killed
pretty much any time for anything social. Since moving here, he hadn't
built the courage to look for a man, or a boyfriend as he had promised
himself.

Alan started tear up, and Ellen held him closely, weeping with him. After a
few moments, Alan stood and quietly changed to The Empire Strikes Back and
got another bottle of wine. "How did you know I'm...I'm gay Ellen?" Alan
knew it, deep down, but it was still awkward for him to say it, to say that
he was a gay man.

Ellen took a refill. "Well a couple of things Alan. You hang out with me
like I'm your big sister. Don't get me wrong Alan, I cherish our friendship
and I love you like a brother. The turtleneck thing is kind of what tipped
me off Alan. I mean, I don't know anyone who wears turtlenecks like you
do. You look great in them but you to admit that its a little gay. And I
figured there was something sexual about it."

Alan laughed. "I suppose it is. And yes, they turn me on. A lot. Same with
the socks," he said, stretching his leg out to show off his socks.

Ellen smiled mischievously. "And the panties and dildos." Alan's look of
shock made her laugh. "Alan, I've come over here so many times. I've seen
your laundry and I apparently popped over a few inopportune times for
you. How many do you have?"

Alan couldn't be mad at Ellen. Its just that silk panties feel so much
better than men's briefs. "Three," laughed Alan.

"So I guess you're a bottom then? You know, I'm glad to have a gay
friend. And for all the girl things you wear Alan, I'm glad you are aren't
a drama queen."

Alan laughed again. "Yes, I think I'm a bottom. Thank you Ellen." Tears
welled up in Alan's eyes.

Ellen leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Well Alan, now that you are
out of the closet, you may as well own it."

Alan came out at work first. It was easy and most of the women commented
they knew it. At church things were welcoming. Alan went to a gay friendly
church. One of the pastors was a lesbian and about a third of the members
were gay. Alan was still hesitant with his family. Ellen told not to worry,
he'd know when the time would be right.

"What did your parents think of your turtlenecks? I mean, that must have
been a little weird for them?"

"I don't know. I never asked for too many once I started working part time,
you know. I bought my own and kept them in my drawers. I guess it was just
part of the woodwork for them."

Alan felt so much more relaxed now that he was out. He needed help and he
couldn't have asked for a better cheerleader than Ellen. He even put a
rainbow sticker on his car, though a discreet one. He was a bit down on
himself though, reflecting back on himself. I should have just accepted
this when I was 17 or 18, he thought. All that time wasted! Alan was
beginning to enjoy being a gay man, even though he wasn't cruising. No,
Alan wanted something real, something that he'd subconsciously wanted since
his first experience with a man. He wanted a boyfriend.

By now Alan knew what kind of men he liked. Whereas before he hooked up
with whoever answered his ad or chat he was looking a man who filled four
criteria: a man who was gay and open about it, a thin guy who looked after
himself, someone who was about the same age and finally a guy who had a
turtleneck fetish. No sweat, right?  Alan was a patient person and he
needed to be. He chatted with several men on forums and sites who fit what
he was looking for. Unfortunately the geography was not working out. Ellen
offered up a few prospects and mentioned that she could convince them to
wear a turtleneck for him, Alan declined. "I want a guy who really likes
turtlenecks, Ellen."

Then it happened. A guy in Chicago answered an ad placed by Alan. Robert
was an insurance agent who was pretty much looking for the same thing Alan
was. He said that he was 32 and he'd been out since he was 20 and adored
turtlenecks. He'd been single for a while and now was looking for something
serious. It sounded almost too good to be true. Well, Chicago wasn't
Milwaukee or Madison but it was a lot better than London or Vancouver. Just
to be sure Ellen called Robert to vet him before letting Alan get in touch.

"No one gets to break my best friend's heart, Alan. You get to do that,
unless he turns out to be a real cutie." An hour later Ellen came out of
Alan's bedroom where she'd been talking to Robert. "Okay, you guys are
meeting at a restaurant called Boltwood in Evanston at seven on Saturday. I
also got you a room at the Best Western. Don't mess this up Alan, he sounds
like a keeper for you."

"Whoa, Ellen, wait. A hotel? Evanston?"

"Wear something nice. I'll help you. And yes Evanston and yes a hotel. If
things go well you'll thank me for it. Besides its an hour and a half drive
with a lot of booze traps in between. Evanston's nice. My sister lives
there."

Alan looked at himself in the bar mirror. Yes, Ellen got the outfit
right. He was actually turned on by it. She bought him the shawl collared
sweater for tonight. He had checked into his hotel before coming to the
restaurant. This gave him a chance to shower, shave and get dressed
properly for this evening. On the drive from Milwaukee he had worn a pink
turtleneck under a gray hoodie sweatshirt, skinny dark blue jeans, rainbow
striped knee socks (how appropriate!) and black Adidas sneakers. He
regarded his pink turtleneck shirt as one of "borderline"
turtlenecks. Ellen wasn't so sure about that. He had packed his overnight
bag with another turtleneck outfit, toiletries, lube and condoms. Just in
case he also tossed in a dildo.

At 6:55 Alan paid and left the bar. He headed towards the maitre d' station
when he saw Robert. It had to be him. He was about the same height as Alan
and thin. He was of Korean descent, his black hair in a feathered but neat
cut. He had a long face with accented cheekbones and a long nose that
seemed just a bit too large for his face. He went up to the maitre d'. He
flashed an easy smile. Alan sucked in his breath a bit. He looks just like
the photo!

Robert's outfit was equally stunning to Alan. He was wearing a wine-red
cableknit turtleneck sweater under a medium blue sport jacket. He also had
on ash gray skinny jeans that came to the top off his ankles. Between the
bottom of his jeans and his low-top navy canvas Converse sneakers, Alan
could see he was wearing ribbed wine-red socks.

"Alan," Robert asked as he approached Alan. He held out his hand.

"I'm so glad you came," said Alan with a real effort not to gush all over
him. He's so damn gorgeous! Robert took Alan's hand with both of his and
squeezed affectionately.

He followed Robert to their table and sat across from him. "I'm glad I
did," said Robert. He leaned in and said in a stage whisper "You look
really hot in your turtleneck and sweater, Alan."

Alan fairly blushed. "Thank you Robert. You look gorgeous in yours!"

The wine was ordered and soon they were in animated talk over their
dinners. The conversation was easy and natural much to the delight of the
two men. Robert was a third generation Korean-American and grew up in Los
Angeles. He had been quite aware of his homosexuality rather early on and
could hardly keep it a secret for long. His parents were okay with it,
after a while. He had an older sister and brother.

He had his first boyfriend in high school. That ended when Robert went to
college at Northwestern. He fell in love with Chicago and
Andrew. Unfortunately Andrew loved most things with a penis. After Andrew
Robert lived with Peter. They were together for four years before things
petered (no pun intended) out. Robert dated others but he was really
looking for someone who enjoyed wool, both fashionably and sexually.

"So you you are into wool more than turtlenecks," asked Alan. He was a
little disappointed but Robert was so handsome and their chemistry was so
good he'd be happy to settle for a wool guy.

"I love the way wool feels against my skin, its so erotic," answered
Robert. "My gosh, you are like the first person I've been this open about
this with. I love turtlenecks, I love the style and with my body shape,
they look good on me, and you too," Robert added with his easy smile and a
rub of his foot against Alan's keg. "But I only wear wool turtlenecks. I
like cardigans and crewneck sweaters too, but I promise most of my sweaters
are turtlenecks."

Alan was so relieved with his answer! "It must have been hard to get into
wool living in LA. I mean, we have decent winters in Maryland and they can
be pretty hard in Wisconsin...which is a very good thing for me because it
adds a couple of more months to turtleneck season."

"You are so lucky to wear turtlenecks at work. I can do it every so often,
but its mostly coat and tie. You know, it actually started when I was
visiting my cousins in San Francisco. Its not like the real California. Its
always a little cold and windy. Not Chicago windy but when your from LA, it
feels positively freezing. Anyway I had to borrow a sweater from my
cousin. I don't know why, but I got such a hard on when I put it on my bare
skin. I was 11 or 12. I had to borrow sweaters for the week and every time
I got a hard on. It was harder to get away with that in LA bur we do have
cool days from time to time."

Alan giggled, remembering his first erections from his turtlenecks. "I like
that you matched your socks and your turtleneck."

Robert blushed a bit this time. "That was for you Alan. Ellen said you had
a bit of a thing for women's socks. I kind of like it though."

"I hope she didn't embarrass you."

Robert laughed. "She really cares for you Alan. Look, I don't usually go
looking for guys on the Net. I don't want to brag but I can get a guy
pretty much whenever I want. Chicago is a great place to be gay. Maybe
there is something higher than us, but I was astounded when I saw your
ad. There's something about you and it's not just the turtlenecks. I mean,
that's part of it, a big reason why I wrote you. But I'm having a really
good time with you. You really are very handsome."

Robert reached out on the table. Alan instinctively took his hand and held
it. He was a bit taken aback, not sure how to respond. "I really like you
Robert. And nit just because you are wearing an incredible turtleneck
sweater either. I don't know how to say this properly, I'm a total noob at
dating. Would you like to come with me, to my hotel?"

Robert smiled slyly. "Well there are definitely better ways to ask. I was
going if you wanted to come to my apartment but if you have a place
here. Well traffic in Chicago's crazy bad right now so yes, let's go."

After the typical awkward handling of the bill (Alan managed to get his
card in the folder first), they went to their respective cars and made
their way to the hotel. "Thank you Ellen," he thought to himself and texted
to her. The reply was quick: go get 'em tiger!

Alan led Robert through the lobby. The room had been booked for two, paid
in advance by Ellen. The receptionist, Sharon, was her name, who had
checked Alan in a few hours ago was still on duty. When Alan checked in,
she had exclaimed, "Oh you must be Ellen's friend!" Ellen had a way like
that with people, she made a positive impression. Obviously Ellen had told
Sharon the reason for the double room.

Sharon gave a knowing nod. "Good evening, gentlemen."

Once they got into the elevator the two men looked intently at each
other. Robert reached out and fingered the bottom of Alan's turtleneck
collar. Alan could feel his semi-hard cock nearly explode out of this pants
and rushed into Robert, locking him against the elevator wall. Robert
simultaneously responded by pressing his lips into Alan's, passionately
kissing, probing their tongues together.

All too quickly, the elevator doors opened. A young brunette woman wearing
a white ribbed turtleneck sweater and a black mini skirt and black thigh
high socks watched the two men, obviously lovers, almost skip down the
hallway holding hands to their room. Her boyfriend, standing next to her,
seemed look at the two gay lovers a little too longingly. "What the hell,
Brad!" she exclaimed as she pushed him into the elevator.

Alan quickly slipped the keycard into the slot and Robert threw the door
open. Alan grabbed the handle as they nearly fell into the room. Robert
rolled Alan onto his back and held his hands over his head. Robert
passionately kissed Alan as the two men ground their hips against each
other. Moans of pleasure emitted from the two of them.

"Ohh, yeah," mumbled Alan as he began to kiss Robert's turtleneck
sweater. He could feel Robert's pulsating cock through their jeans, his own
was equally excited. I can't believe this is happening! I'm going to have
sex with another guy in a turtleneck!

Robert's body pressed into Alan. He began to slowly slide down Alan's body,
kissing and pressing his face into the soft wool of Alan's turtleneck
collar, and then his shawl-collar sweater. "Mmm, Alan, I love your
turtleneck and sweater," his mumbled voice came from Alan's
sweaters. Alan's body was jerking from the excitement and the pleasure he
was feeling. He loved having sex with men, but this was on a whole other
level!

Robert finally made it to Alan's crotch. The skinny chinos did a terrible
job of hiding Alan's excitement, his throbbing cock trying desperately to
tent the tight material. Robert expertly popped the button with one hand
and slid the zipper down. Alan's cock had already escaped the black silk
panties he was wearing. "Mmm, cute," said Robert, quickly admiring the cut
and shaved cock standing to for him. Robert roughly yanked Alan's pants and
panties down a bit more before taking Alan's cock into his mouth.

"Oh my god!" Alan gasped! He was now getting nervous he was going to cum
too fast. He looked down hat Robert's head, moving up and down his cock. He
felt the soft caressing wool of his turtleneck collar, always got him
closer to climaxing. "Slow down, baby, please, I don't want to cum yet!"

Robert let Alan's cock fall out of his mouth, and leaned in and licked from
Alan's balls to the tip of his cock. "Well, we wouldn't that, now would we
babe?" Robert stood up and kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his belt and his
pants, and pulled them off. He pulled up his wine-red socks and stripped
off his sport coat. Alan stared at his swinging cock, it was long and thin
and shaved. It was a gorgeous cock to Alan.

"Get on the bed, Alan," Robert said, huskily. Alan kicked off his own shoes
and shimmied his pants off as quickly as he could. He rolled over and tried
to walk as calmly as he could to the bed, slipping his sport coat off as he
walked.

"Lay down on your back, Alan," said Robert. "I've been wanting to do this
since I saw your picture in the ad." Robert walked to the nightstand. He
had spied that Alan had set a bottle of lube earlier. Very thoughtful of
him, thought Robert. He poured a bit into his hand and stroked his cock as
he walked to the edge of the bed and pulled Alan to the edge. "I've always
wanted a sweater man."

"Me too," moaned Alan, knowing what was coming. Normally he would have
insisted on the condom, and Robert saw what Alan was thinking.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to cum in you," he said reassuringly, stroking
Alan's cheek. He hoisted Alan's socked legs onto his shoulders. He rested
his right hand on the side of this turtleneck collar. Alan grabbed Roberts
hand, massaging his turtleneck. Robert, with his other hand, guided his
cock to Alan's hole, gently pushing the head in bit by bit.

"Ohhh, yes," moaned Alan. It had bean so long since he felt a man inside
him. He didn't realize how much he missed it, how much he needed it. Robert
started to pump Alan, slowly, slowly his cock rode in and out of Alan,
getting deeper and deeper inside his new lover.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," moaned Alan, forcing Robert to massage his turtleneck
collar more and more aggressively. With his free hand Alan reached up and
massaged Robert's own turtleneck sweater, toying with the collar and
feeling the soft wool of the turtleneck.

"Mmmmm, keep that up!" Robert started pumping Alan faster and
faster. "Oooh, yeah! Keeping playing with my turtleneck!" With his own free
hand, Robert moved Alan's woollen socked foot to his lips and began to rub
the sock over his face, kissing it as he fucked Alan faster, really into
his rhythm now. He was getting so close now, so close. "Sorry baby,
I...I..."

Alan kept his eyes on Robert, the way his face was being caressed by his
gorgeous turtleneck collar. The sensation of Robert's balls slapping him,
and the deep thrusts into Alan was building something he'd never felt
before. His body started to shake, almost shivering. "Oh, whoa, whoa!"
Before Alan know what was happening, his body convulsed and he felt his
orgasm build from deep inside of him. His cock, which had become semi-hard
as Robert fucked him, suddenly shot a massive load of cum all over his
sweatered chest and belly. He breathed deep felt his body go slack. His
hand that was on Robert's turtleneck dropped to his side and his other hand
on Robert's relaxed.

That was just too much for Robert. Seeing his lover cum released his own
orgasm, one of the most intense he'd ever had. "Oooh, noooo..." he moaned
as he poured his cum inside of Alan. He kept pumping, feeling his orgasm
surge and not let up. He finally collapsed to his knees in front of Alan's
hole and dripping cock. Alan's legs fell slack at his sides and Robert laid
his head against Alan's thigh. He watched Alan's hole open and close as the
spasming muscles slowly began to relax. Some cum was dripping out already.

He felt a tug on his sweatered shoulder. Alan was blindly reaching down for
him. With effort, Robert climbed up on to the bed, collapsing next to
Alan. He felt Alan roll onto him, felt his kisses. Instinctively Robert
pulled Alan closer, pressing their sweatered bodies together. In the back
of his mind, he realized he was smearing Alan's cum onto his own turtleneck
sweater. He loved that.

"I'm so sorry, Alan. I didn't want to cum in you," Robert mumbled,
half-heartedly meaning it.

"It's okay, Robert. I wanted you to cum in me, I want to please you,"
answered Alan, with emotion in his voice. "I've never had that happen
before!" Alan pressed his body as tightly against Robert as he could.

"That was amazing, Alan, I can't remember the last time I had such a big
orgasm!"

"I think it might be something with our turtlenecks," said Alan, his face
pressed into Robert's turtleneck collar. "Please stay the night with me."

Robert rolled Alan onto his back, half laying on him, his leg between
Alan's and massaging his woollen socks with his own socked foot. "I wasn't
going anywhere." With that he leaned down and kissed his turtleneck lover
deeply, lovingly, and sensuously at the same time.

After a few more minutes of holding each other, the two men finally got up
to get the bed ready. Alan was embarrassed by the stain he left on the
comforter from leaking Robert's cum. Robert laughed and said if they billed
Alan for it, he'd pay for it.

Robert stripped out of his turtleneck. He looked at the cum stains from
rubbing against Alan's sweater. "Damn, I guess I'll have get this cleaned,"
he said laughing. "The bummer is that I don't have a clean sweater for
tomorrow."

Alan had stripped off his blue shawl-collar sweater. He stared at Robert's
body. Though he was thin, he was very toned with well defined abs and
pecs. Alan was thin as well, but not nearly as defined as Robert. He felt a
little self-conscience about his body so he left his white ribbed
turtleneck on. "You are so beautiful," he whispered.

Robert smiled. He walked over to Alan and cupped his face with his hands
and brought him to another deep kiss. "Thank you Alan, you are too."
"Yeah, but your body," Alan said, rubbing his finger tips down Robert's
abs. "I don't want you to be disappointed, but I don't have these."

Robert laughed. "Alan, please. Let me take your turtleneck off." Alan's
body wasn't defined nor flabby. "You look beautiful too. Because I like you
a lot Alan. Just out of curiosity, do you sleep in turtlenecks?"

Alan blushed. "Yes, usually." He pointed to his overnight bag. "I have my
sleeping one in there."

Robert laughed. "Do you wanted to put it on?"

Alan shook his head no. "I want to sleep with you, feeling your body, if
that's okay."

Robert nodded. "Well at least keep your socks on. They're sexy.

The two lovers brushed their teeth, sharing Alan's toothbrush. They pulled
the bed down and climbed in. As they snuggled into each other, they kissed
each other goodnight.