Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2023 14:34:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: "queerturtleneck@yahoo.com" <queerturtleneck@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Turtleneck Tales, Chapter 10

I took Peter's hand and pulled him into the house. My free-swinging
penis, so hard from my desire for Peter, pressed against his dark blue
jeans. I could feel his rock hard penis through the denim. Peter's
strong arms took me and pressed me into the soft mohair wool of his
turtleneck sweater, and he kissed me hungerly all over my turtleneck
collar. The energy between us was purely sexual and carnal. Our desire
for physical pleasure from our turtlenecks and homosexuality overtook us!

We half-stumbled up the stairs to my bedroom. Peter shocked me by picking
me up as we entered my room and practically throwing me onto my bed. I
landed hard and bounced hard. Looking down, I felt my turtleneck collar
press into my jaw, a feeling of great sensuality. I got even more excited
by looking how I landed on my bed. My denim skirt was flipped up,
exposing my slender and stiff shaft. My legs were open and my knees bent
as if inviting Peter to take me. One of my socks had slouched during our
making out, the stairs and being thrown on the bed. Seeing myself, and
knowing how feminine I looked in my pink turtleneck and my makeup and
nail polish and seeing my boyfriend standing tall in front of me in his
blue mohair turtleneck sweater caused the tip of my penis to glisten with
precum.

Peter hurriedly kicked his boots off and stripped is briefs and jeans,
exposing his own long and strong erect penis. The image of him standing
naked but for his turtleneck sweater and gray ribbed wool socks was the
most pornographic sight imaginable. How much I love him I cannot even
say, he is my everything! I would do anything for him for his pleasure!

Peter looked as if he was entranced as he walked over to the bed. `You
look so fucking hot, babe,' he breathed with that husky voice that
extreme sexual excitement brings out.

He suddenly grabbed my socked ankles and pulled me down my bed so that my
hips were off the bed and then he spun me around, making me lay on my
belly on the bed but my legs where standing loosely on the floor.

I gasped with surprise and delight with being thrown around like this. It
was so erotic being dominated! I heard Peter get on his knees and his
hands spread my cheeks and he started licking my hole with reckless
abandon. `Ooooh,yeah, do me baby,' I moaned with ecstasy, rubbing my
pink turtleneck collar. My knees were shaking and my pleasure went to
another level when I felt Peter massaging my pink slouch socks, pushing
them down and pulling them up again.

Peter moaned and I could here him stroking his penis as he ate my hole.
We were both moaning without constraining ourselves from the erotic
pleasure and excitement from our sex. It was unbelievable!

Abruptly Peter's attention to my hole stopped and stood next to me. I
instinctively knew what he wanted from me. I slid off the bed and down to
my knees and face to face with his beautiful engorged penis. I eagerly
took him into my mouth and took great pleasure from the taste and
fullness of his hard shaft in mouth and the pleasure I was about to give
him. I rubbed my fingers over Peter's hairy thighs as I sucked on him,
breathing in the masculine scent of his pubic hairs. My whole bódy was
rocking back and forth. I traced my fingers down his hair thighs, over
his knees and down his hairy muscular calves and rested them on the thick
gray wool of his socks.

I looked up at my darling Peter. He was watching me suck on him, and I
loved how the thick collar of his blue Fair Isle mohair turtleneck
looked, pressed down my Peter's angular jaw and chin line. He reached
down and rubbed the back of my pink turtleneck collar with one hand while
his other was rubbing over his sweatered chest.

Peter then reached down and took my by my armpits and I started to stand
but Peter threw me roughly onto my bed again. I fell into my bad as I had
been before, my belly on the bed and my knees bent some to stand of the
floor. That was exhilarating! Being thrown around like that in my pink
turtleneck, skirt and socks and sucking on his penis!

I could see movement out of the corner of my eye and I heard Peter lubing
himself from the bottle that I left on the tall dark wooden dresser by
the door. I knew what was coming and I could feel myself shaking from
excitement. I subconsciously spread my legs to make it easier for Peter
to enter me.

I felt pressure from Peter's finger and the cool gel of the lube on my
hole as Peter prepared me for his entry. I was so ready for him! `Do me
baby, I need you so bad,' I moaned, attempting to feminize my plea for
him.

`Oh yeah,' groaned Peter as he pressed the head of his penis against
me. He is such a good lover! He took his time pushing his penis into me.
Bit by bit the fullness I craved was getting more and more until he was
finally in. Peter leaned over me and pressed his turtleneck sweatered
body onto me. My arms were akimbo in front of me, with the cuffs of the
sleeves of my pink turtleneck slipped back on my wrists, a very
effeminate turtleneck gay boy about to be dominated by his masculine
turtleneck gay lover.

Peter took my hand as he began to thrust in and out of. He slipped his
other hand under my arm and took hold of my turtleneck as his excitement
grew. He was going faster now, I could feel the full length of his penis
move inside of me, it was like it was on fire! My body was shaking
uncontrollably and primal sounds of sexual glory erupted from deep
witchin me!

`Oh yeah baby, oh Peter fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me in my turtleneck!'

Masculine sexual grunts and groans filled my ear and felt Peter's
sweatered body press harder against me as he drove himself in and out,
deeper into me. The sensation and sound of his hairy balls sleapping
against me drove me even deeper into a sexual unearthly experience!

`Fuck me, fuck me hard, oh yeah, oh yeah, don't stop, don't stop,' I
moaned. `Oh yeah, kiss my turtleneck baby, just like that...Oh wow, oh,
don't stop, don't stop...'

Our sex was a wild frenzy now, and the slapping sound of Peter ramming me
was enthralling! Oh, being fucked like this in our turtlenecks and socks
was too much now, it was too much! But I never wanted him to stop
pounding me, it felt so good to be fucked, to be fucked by this masculine
turtleneck boy I love so much!

Peter slipped out of me I felt him take my shoulder and he dragged me to
the ground onto my back. Suddenly hot gobs to thick creamy cum hit me in
the face and Peter was kneeling over me, holding this hairy balls in his
hand as cum eruption after cum eruption spewed from the throbbing head of
his long, hard pens. My body was positively humming as Peter came all
over my face and marking my pink turtleneck with his cum. I licked the
cum around my lips and moaned with the delight of my lover's pleasure
and his sexual gratification.

But Peter was not finished. He scrambled for the lube and stroked my
slackened penis bringing me back into sexual ecstasy. It was not long
because between knowing I wearing a cum-stained pink turtleneck and my
pink slouch socks were slouched all the way down from being sexually
dominated and Peter looking so gorgeous in his blue Fair Isle mohair
turtleneck sweater, how could I last long?

It was the final move that made the orgasm incredible. `Oh yeah, I'm
Cummins,' I moaned, my body squirming from the explosion that was about
to happen. Peter reached down and squeezed my nude hairless balls and
then lifted my hips, which made me cum all over my turtleneck! Unlike
Peter, my orgasm was a steady stream of cum that sprayed all over my
turtlenecked belly and my skirt. Peter suddenly took me into his mouth,
sucking  my so dry that my penis shrank in his mouth as he let it slip
out between his soft lips.

I couldn't move. I didn't want to either. I was fully aware of
everything my body felt. I completely felt the comfort and snugness of my
pink turtleneck collar. I felt the sleeves of my turtleneck pulled back
on my wrists. I felt the warm and wetness of Peter's and my cum on my
face, on my turtleneck collar, and all over my turtnenecked chest and
belly. I felt the quivering off my legs and how my socked feet were still
in my black Mary Janes.

Peter was sitting next to me, leaning back on his hands. I moved my hand
so that it would rest on the soft wool of his gray wool socks. He was
catching his breath and I was sated looking at him: the small mole on his
cheek, his slightly bent nose, the way his turtleneck collar fit so
perfectly around his neck and how it worked with his hair to frame his
handsome face. His leg hair, which I find so attractive as well as the
bush surrounding his perfect penis.

`That was amazing,' he murmured after a moment. `Oh man you look so
hot in a skirt and turtleneck. And your socks,' he winked and lifted his
hand to massage my fully slouched pink sock.

`Yeah,' I whispered, still in recovery from the intensity of my orgasm.
`I liked that, like, how you, I don't know, like, threw me on the bed.
It was hot.'

`I don't know what happened there, but seeing you in your skirt and
your turtleneck, I felt so turned on I couldn't really control myself,'
said Peter, rubbing the collar of his turtleneck. He does that sometimes
when he thinks about things. I love it when he does that.

Gathering up my strength I got up and sat on my knees in front of Peter
and smoothed out my skirt. At least as best as I could because of all the
cum on it. I leaned in and kissed Peter wetly and our tongues danced. I
reached up and massaged the soft blue mohair of his turtleneck collar.
`Mmmm, I guess I'll have to wear a skirt more often then.'

We both giggled at that, but I was serious. If dressing up in turtleneck
outfits like this made Peter want to completely sexually dominate me,
then I'd do it all day every day.

`Let's go take a shower, sweetie. As much as I love your cum on my
turtleneck, its a little sticky right now.'

Peter smiled and we got up. `It really gets me off when I cum on your
turtleneck. It's so hot.'

I laughed. `You can cum however you want with me, honey.'

We went into the bathroom and, aside from the awkward minute of putting
my chair back, we stripped naked in front of each other. I marveled that
this was the first time we'd actually been completely naked with each
other and I have to say, Peter did not disappoint. His chest and arms,
like his legs and penis, had a perfect amount of light brown hair. He had
a sexy treasure trail down his belly and I was really attracted to his
abs. I just hoped my nudity would pass the test for him.

`You are beautiful,' I wihisptered as I ran my hands down his hairy
chest and stomach. His pecs and abs were firm and well defined.

We kissed each other as Peter moved his hands over my own body. Feeling
him, his skin and smelling his scent was so natural for me now. And to
think just a few months ago I hated the fact that I'm gay! This is just
so perfect and it feels so good! I was well aware that the soreness I
felt after our first anal experience was much less this time. I was a
little sore but nothing like the last time.

We showered together, and took turns soaping each other up and washing
off. I was careful not to get my face wet as to not mess up my makeup.
After showering we dried each off. It took a while to shower and dry off
between the constant touching and kissing and being silly with each
other.

Peter dressed back into this blue mohair Fair Isle turtleneck sweater. I
loved watching him put it on and I got horny watching his head come out
of his turtleneck collar. It was probably the sexiest thing I've ever
seen.

As Peter pulled his jeans over his navy briefs and his gray wool ribbed
socks, I dressed myself in my maroon turtleneck, my crimson panties, and
light gray leggings and dark red slouch socks. I pulled my socks all the
way up and then put my Mary Janes back on. I think they are so cute with
my socks.

`You should slouch your socks babe,' said Peter. `It looks better that
way.'

I beamed at that, Peter was giving me permission to slouch my socks for
him! `Do you want to slouch my socks, Peter?'

Peter laughed and kneeled down and slouched my socks the height he liked,
which was half way down my calves so that you could see all the slouches
in my socks. He patted my butt and kissed me. We held hands and walked
down the stairs so that I could make my man dinner.

`Why don't you watch something on TV while I make dinner, okay?'

`You sure?'

`Don't be silly, I'll let you know when I'm done.'

I am not an amazing cook by any standards at all. But I kind of like
doing it and making dinner for Peter made me really like it. I glanced at
him often as I cut up mushrooms and onions and so on for our omelettes,
which I would say was my speciality. He looked so cute in his turtleneck
sweater and insanely hot at the same time. I could feel my penis grow
looking at him, and I was again so thankful for being gay!

We at dinner at our little table, laughing and hearing about his day at
school and mine at home.

`You look really good in girl clothes Alan.'

`Well, I would blush but I think I do too, Peter. I need more but I want
to dress up more for you if that's what you want.'

Peter did blush and said, `I mean, only if you like it.'

`I do, but I want to do it more because you like it.'

We talked about it more and the more we talked, the more excited we got
about our new definitions of our relationship. I was especially excited
to dress up for Peter but Peter was clear he wanted me to not look too
feminine, he wanted to date a boy not a girl. But the idea of me having a
feminized haircut, wearing my makeup and wearing feminine clothes and
turtlenecks and socks were really exciting for him. Me as well, and more
so since it made my man happy.

My man. My lover. My Peter.

We had managed to squeeze onto my recliner pressing against each other
and holding each other and kissing and grinding on each other. We were so
hard for each other and if mom hadn't gotten home I was going to beg him
to fuck me again. My desire for Peter has no limits, especially Peter in
a turtleneck sweater!

`Oh, Peter, your here. I guess you are accepting of Alan's
crossdressing?'

Peter and I weren't embarrassed at all anymore being intimate. We were
not going to get off the recliner with any sort of grace or hide the fact
we'd been making out. `Hi Mrs...Barbara.'

We awkwardly clambered out of the recliner.

`I suppose a sofa would be better for you two,' said mom, bemused as
she dumped her purse and the bag she carried her lunch or dinner in.
`So, Peter, I really don't mean to be rude but I am quite tired and
I'm sure you and Alan have plans tomorrow.'

Peter nodded with understanding. `Good night Barbara.'

`Good night Peter. Here, give me a hug.'

Mom gave Peter a hug and a peck on the cheek. I could hear her whisper in
his ear `...made my son so happy,..' and Peter blushed.

I ran upstairs to get Peter's boots and jacket. Mom noticed but said
nothing. I then walked Peter to the door and we kissed and hugged each
other goodnight. `I love you, Peter.'

`I love you too Alan. Let's go out for lunch tomorrow. Pick you up at
noon?'

`Yeah, that sounds great.'

Mom was sitting at the table when I closed the door.

`Alan, we need to talk.' Her voice was not as jovial as it was with
Peter.

`Okay,' I said innocently.