Date: Thu, 11 May 2023 16:05:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: "queerturtleneck@yahoo.com" <queerturtleneck@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Turtleneck Tales, Chapter 13

Spring break was aweful and awesome at the same time. The aweful part:
Peter went to California to visit his sister and relatives and I went to
Chillicothe to visit my aunt and uncle and cousins. By now the word of my
homosexuality had gone all around the family and things were a little
weird to say the least. Uncle Mike and Aunt Tanya were totally cool with
it, and they suspected I was anyway, like mom. They are pretty religious
too, and I was surprised how they were, like, whatever about it. Mom did
leave the dressing out of it and aske me not to dress during our visit.
My cousins are all younger than me and they didn't really get it. So I
guess that was nice but I missed Peter terribly all week.


The awesome part: Well, two parts really. We came back home on Wednesday
and I spent the rest of the week wearing my makeup and wearing my new
sleeveless ribbed turtleneck sweaters and turn-cuff socks with my lacy
Keds, usually with my denim skirt. I did my best to style my hair in a
pixie style but I'm going to have let it grow out more and get a cut.
That would be exciting! I loved my new turtlenecks and was excited for
the summer of going around town in my feminine looks, especially to our
spot for some sex. Since mom wasn't home most of the time I was dressed
and wore my butt plug through a good part of the day to keep my boypussy
ready for Peter.


Now the second awesome part: There was a bonus present in my bag when I
got home from my birthday party at Peter's house: a thick purple 11 inch
dildo that was shaped like a penis. There was a little card attached
telling me not to get to used to the size!


Oh I got used to the size, don't worry! Throughout the day Peter and I
would text each other. Unfortunately with the weather and everything
Peter didn't wear turtlenecks in Los Angeles but it was still wonderful
to see him and show off my cute turtleneck outfits for him. We also sent
pictures of our hard penises to each other to masturbate to.


I loved it, pushing that dildo in me, slowly of course but feeling the
fullness overwhelm me as I lay on my bed wearing my pink sleeveless
ribbed turtleneck sweater, looking up at my super cute pink turn-cuff
socks was so incredible. I didn't always try to cum, just enjoying the
feeling of fullness and pumping that dildo in and out of my boypussy felt
so good. When I did cum it was spectacular and quite a mess! I was
careful not to get cum on my turtlenecks because I didn't think washing
them in the machine was a good idea.


Turtlenecks have always been very sexual for me but now the feeling of my
turtleneck collar and knowing I'm wearing feminine turtlenecks makes
them so much more so. I have moved from liking turtlenecks to needing
them. Wearing turtlenecks makes me feel whole, and turtlenecks give me
such sexual craving and desire!


Peter got back on Saturday night and I told mom that I wanted to skip
church just this once because I wanted to see Peter. Mom wasn't super
happy about it but let me out of sympathy I suppose.


I got myself ready with a a good cleaning of my boypussy, removing what
was left of my facial hair and my body hair. I was nearly hairless now
and I loved it. My neck hair was a little more stubborn but at least my
turtleneck hid it. I put on my purple sleeveless ribbed turtleneck
sweater with matching purple turn-cuff socks and my denim skirt. To
finish up my outfit, I put on my white lacy Keds. I decided to skip the
panties because I didn't want anything to get in the way of Peter. I was
just finishing my makeup when the doorbell rang.


I ran down and opened the door. Peter posed in the door, his hands on the
door jambs, leaning into the doorway. He was my dream man, I love him so
much! Peter was wearing his black ribbed turtleneck, white chino shorts,
red crew socks with white hoops around the top and white Adidas Stan
Smith sneakers. He wore the sleeves of his black ribbed wool turtleneck
sweater pulled back on his arms, showing off his muscular, hairy
forearms. He had a casual smile on his face, his wavy blond hair brushed
back and the sun reflected off the light stubble on his face.


My penis reacted to my darling Peter, erect and shoving itself out from
under my skirt. I didn't hesitate and had not inhibitions about my
affection for the man I love so much. I ran up and wrapped my bare arms
around his woolen turtleneck collar and pressed myself against him,
kissing Peter on his lips and his face, his turtleneck collar and back to
his lips again.


Peter responded by cupping my face, taking up my light woolen turtleneck
collar into his hands and kissing me hard back. I felt his rock hard
penis straining against his shorts. He presses his hips into me and
ground his penis against mine as our tongues danced in our mouths and our
hands enjoyed the sexuality of each other's turtlenecks.


I started to pull Peter into the house and we scrambled up the stairs but
didn't make it to my bedroom. Peter playfully tackled me to the ground
and rolled me onto my back and pinned down my shoulders. He started to
grind his hips against me, rubbing his penis onto me through his shorts.


I hooked my legs around his hips and locked them together on his back. I
reached up with my hands and started to play with his turtleneck collar,
and I felt my precum start to leak from the excitement of it all!


`Yeah, baby, like that. Oh fuck I missed you!' Peter started to grind
harder, and his body was shaking.


`I missed you too,' I whispered. `Oh baby, I missed you too.'


Peter suddenly sat back on his knees and got up rather athletically which
was so hot. He then reached down and took my hands and pulled me roughly
onto my feet and pushed me to my bed. I loved this, being pushed and
dominated by Peter. He rolled me on my back and tore at the button of his
shorts, ripping them open and shoving his shorts and his white briefs
down, freeing his throbbing and twitching penis. He reached over and
pulled my half-empty bottle of lube and lathered his penis and my
boypussy.


`Looks like you've been busy, Alan,' he laughed, hooking his finger
into his turtleneck collar and running it around his turtleneck. I
shivered from the excitement, I love it when Peter plays with is
turtleneck collar almost as much as when he plays with mine.


`I'm ready for you, Peter. Oh I need you so bad,' I moaned. My face
settled into my own purple turtleneck collar and I lifted my hairless
legs into the air, waiting for my turtlenecked lover.


Peter walked into my legs, letting my purpled cuffed socked ankles rest
on his shoulders. He rubbed my hairless calf with one hand, and rested it
on my white lacy Keds. His other hand guided his penis into my boypussy.
Thanks to my long turtleneck masturbation sessions with my 11 inch dildo,
Peter was able to slide his penis into my boypussy with little
resistance. I moaned slowly and with a sense of completeness as Peter's
strong, erect penis penetrated me, asserting his ownership of me.


`Ohhhhh,' I breathed as Peter slid in. I watched in fascination my
lover's face as he penetrated me, I could see how the sensation of his
penis entering me and the softness and sensuality of his turtleneck
sweater pleased my boyfriend, my darling Peter. He held my lacy Keds with
both hands as he slowly built his rhythm, pushing his engorged manhood
ever deeper into me. He kissed my purple socked ankles as he drove
himself into me.


My hands went to my purple turtleneck collar and I rubbed my fingertips
all over it, feeling the sensuality, the homosensuality of my turtleneck
as I had sex. I felt my body hum as Peter took long, deliberate strokes,
deep inside of me and out, in and out. `Oh just like that baby, take
your time...oh fuck this feels amazing...oh kiss my socks again baby,
aren't they so cute...oooohhhh, you feel so good inside of me...don't
stop baby, you can fuck me all day...'


The height of my bed and the way my legs were in the air made it a
perfect fit for Peter to keep his penis inside of me as he stroked
himself in and out. He rolled his head around his turtleneck which helped
my own sensations of my turtleneck and his sexual pleasure build even
bigger.


Peter suddenly lowered himself, forcing my legs to open and hook around
his sweatered elbows. He started thrusting a bit harder, not hurrying but
there was a stronger intensity in his lovemaking. My penis started
rubbing on the ribbed black wool of his turtleneck and now my desire for
him as well as my building excitement jumped to a new level. I wrapped my
hands around his turtleneck collar and we stared at each other in the
grips of our love and sex.


`Kiss my turtleneck Alan, oh, yeah, fucking like that, oh yeah, make
love to it....Oh oh yeah,' Peter groaned hoarsely. I eagerly obeyed hm
and I made out with the ribbed collar of his turtleneck sweater. The
friction of his sweater rubbing against my now twitching penis was
getting me closer and closer. Peter's thrusts become fervent, and
started to drive himself into me harder. The sound of him slapping into
me was ringing in my ears as my lover, my Peter got closer and closer to
his pleasure.


`Oh fuck, oh yeah,' he moaned as his body tensed and shook in rigidity.
He was cumming and his orgasm was intense, I could tell as his
turtlenecked body relaxed but he kept pumping me, shooting more and more
of his delicious cum into my boypussy. `Mmmmm,' he groaned, shakily.


`Don't stop baby, don't stop,' I whispered as I grabbed a handful of
his turtleneck collar and kissing him, coaxing his orgasm to keep going
to for while longer. I didn't want him to stop, his lovemaking felt so
good I wanted him to go on forever! Forever making to love to me in our
turtlenecks, making our fetish as real as our love.


Peter did all he could but his penis finally went limp and slid out of my
boypussy, which feels so good but in a sad way. His pleasure was
achieved, he planted his seed inside of me and now it was over. Peter
slowly slid down my purple turtlenecked body, letting the wool of his
black turtleneck slid all over my twitching penis. He kneeled on the
floor on his knees, and looked up and opened his mouth for me.


I struggled to stand after having my boypussy worked over. But seeing
Peter kneeling like that, demanding my cum, in his black ribbed
turtleneck sweater, his white shorts and his super cute red socks had me
so excited! I ripped my skirt up my chest and stroked my throbbing and
twitching hairless penis with my left hand and rubbed my turtleneck
collar with my other. It didn't much before I laid the tip of my penis
on Peter's tongue and poured doses after doses of hot, sticky cum into
Peter's mouth, who eagerly swallowed.


As I came, I released and Peter's cum dribbled down my leg, and cum
mixed with my own liquid rolled and stained the top of my purple cuff
sock. My legs were shaking from my orgasm and I was looking up, feeling
my turtleneck collar stretch across my throat as I came, maximizing my
sexual pleasure. As my orgasm subsided I looked down at Peter, and
watched him take my softening penis back into his mouth to take the last
bit of cum. I shuddered from the wonderful sensations that gave me.


I sat hard on my bed, but fell onto the very edge of the mattress and
slipped off. With a yelp I fell onto the ground in front of Peter, who
was on all fours about to stand up. We both laughed and Peter took me
into his strong arms and we kissed with the satisfaction lovers kiss
after sex.


After gathering ourselves we went to the bathroom and we showered
together, cleaning up after relieving ourselves of our sexual tensions.
Peter gently washed me, taking time with my boypussy, even giving me a
gentle rimjob to test my cleanliness. I loved rubbing my hands over the
hair on his chest and his flat stomach. There is something so sensual and
masculine about body hair, and I'm glad I'm getting rid of mine because
I am not masculine like Peter. I love how he dominates me in bed, and I
was trying to think of how to tell him he can be a little rougher if he
wants to be.


After showering Peter dressed back into his black ribbed wool turtleneck
sweater, then his white briefs which made a nice and tempting bulge.
After than his white chino shorts and then, finally, his red crew socks.
He was just so hot I got excited watching him dress.


Because of the cum on my cuff socks, I tossed my purple turtleneck and
socks into my hamper and, opening my turtleneck drawer, I asked Peter to
choose my outfit for me. My dresser has three drawers and two
half-drawers at the top. The half drawers are for my panties and my
socks. The top main drawer is my turtleneck drawer. The second drawer is
for hoodies, sweatshirts and other non-turtleneck shirts and the bottom
drawer are for jeans, leggings and my skirt.


`Which turtleneck do you want me to wear, honey?'


Peter smiled and pointed at my pink longsleeve turtleneck. `Can you wear
that one with your, not your slouch socks but the other kind?'


`Of course,' I said happily. Peter dressing me was so hot, like it was
his decision on what I wear and what we do.


I pulled the pink turtleneck and my pink turn cuff socks out of the
drawers as well as my gold panties. I put my panties on first and then
pulled my pink turtleneck on. I just love the feeling of putting on a
fresh turtleneck and my head popping through the collar. Well, I have to
be a little careful about doing that with makeup on! After putting on my
turtleneck I pulled my jean skirt back up, tucked my pink turtleneck into
it and buttoned the skirt. Finally I sat on my bed and pulled my pink
turn-cuff socks on. I was about to put my lacy Keds back on, but Peter
stopped me.


`Let's leave our shoes off, because when we have our house, no shoes on
in the house, okay?'


`Oh, yes, absolutely,' I said. If he keeps this up, my penis is going
to be even harder than normal!


We sat in the recliners and watched TV for a while. It would have been
nicer with a sofa and that is something we'll have to make sure we have
when we live together. Maybe we can even get married? Ohio just legalized
it so why not become husbands?


`So what are we going to do about prom,' I asked during a commercial
break. I rolled on my side on mom's recliner and looked at my boyfriend
with what I hoped was lovingly.


`Prom? Screw prom, its dumb. Besides we can do something even more
fun.'


`Oh yeah?' I tried to not sound disappointed but I hadn't been to a
prom and I was hoping we could go as a couple.


`Yeah, like, look it was supposed to be a surprise so just don't say I
didn't warn you okay? So I've been saving up and I talked to mom and
dad and I hope your mom'll be cool with it too. So I thought we'd check
into a hotel, go out, have a nice dinner and then, well, you know.'


That did in fact sound like more fun. `Oh, Peter that sounds wonderful!
So is this what we're going to do?'


I slid off the recliner and crawled over to Peter, putting myself between
his legs. I caressed his hairy socked leg, kissing his muscular socked
calf, his knee and his strong hair thighs, moving up to the bottom of his
shorts. I could hear Peter's breath quickening as I slowly moved up his
leg. He reached down and hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped the fly of his
shorts.


I leaned up on my knees and moved my hands up the hair of his thighs and
rested my hands on the soft wool of his turtleneck sweater. At the same
time I put his hardening penis into my mouth through the soft white
cotton of his briefs and moved my mouth up and down his strong shaft.


Peter squirmed and moaned and reached down and massaged my hair, his
fingertips then reaching down to touch the fold of my pink turtleneck. I
reached up and pulled his briefs down, springing his hard penis free and
quickly took him into my mouth. It had been too long since giving Peter
his blowjob and he deserved one for being so hot and wearing a turtleneck
sweater. Having him in my mouth was so proper for an effeminate gay boy
like myself, servicing his man.


I got into my rhythm quickly and reached between his legs to massage his
masculine hair balls. I absolutely love how my turtleneck feels around my
neck when I suck on Peter's penis, it is so incredibly sexual to wear a
turtleneck like this. We were both moaning and I could feel him getting
closer. I got his penis extra wet with my last few strokes in my mouth.


I took my mouth off Peter and stroked him furiously while taking his
gorgeous hairy balls into my mouth, savoring the taste and the texture of
his hair in my mouth as I pumped him. Peter started to shake and breath
deeply. `Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum...'


That was my signal and I quickly took his hard shaft into my mouth and
was rewarded by a warm flood of cum. It was actually a matter of sucking
Peter off, the power of his orgasm was lessened by our earlier sex. I
savored his cum and swallowed him as he oozed his creamy seed.


`Alan, I'm home,' Mom shouted as the opened the door.


`Shhh,' I whispered as I quickly tucked Peter's leaking penis into his
briefs as he started to close his fly. We both smiled at each other
naughtily.


I jumped up and went around the half-wall to stall mom a little bit to
give Peter time to get himself dressed. `Hi mom, how was church?'


`It was fine, is Peter still here? You look cute.'


`Thanks mom, and yes, we were watching TV.'


`Did you two have lunch?'


I shook my head. `We've been catching up on everything since Peter went
to California.' I wasn't going to say the real reason we didn't eat
was Peter was too busy fucking me into glorious oblivion and then I gave
him a glorious blowjob. I just love turtleneck sex with Peter! It was
kind of funny to think that we have never had sex without wearing
turtlenecks.


`Okay, I'll make something in a minute. Something funny?'


`Oh, no, we're just laughing at an inside joke from school.'


`I'm sure. Why don't you two wash up and help me make some BLT's.'


After lunch Peter and I played video games for a while in my room
chatting about prom plans, graduation and what we're going to do next
year. I really love spending my day with Peter, in our turtlenecks and
always the possibility of sexually pleasuring him when he needs it or
wants it. A little tricky with mom at home, but if he decided to throw me
on the bed I really wouldn't mind.


Peter decided that he was not going to college, he wanted to be a welder.
His dad was okay, not really, but okay with the idea and his mom was
really pissed off.


`It'd probably be better if we hung out here for a while, till mom
cools off.'


`So where do you think you'll go?'


`Well I figured you'd be going to Ohio State or something, so I'll go
to Columbus with you, we'll get an apartment and I'll learn to be a
welder and start working while you study.'


I don't know why, but I got quite emotional about that, imagining living
with my darling Peter, my lover and hopefully my husband. I held it
together but I had to do a few sniffles to get it under control!


`I, I would really like that, Peter.'


`Me too babe. It'll be great, just you and me. We won't have to worry
about parents or you having to go to church and whatever.'


I was rather taken aback by that last part. Parents, yes for sure but
there was something about the way he downplayed me going to church was a
little upsetting. I mean, I have never had a bad experience about it
besides the usual thing about not wanting to go on the weekends but I
never felt like the church didn't like me because I'm gay. There were a
few gay couples that went and a few kids at youth group were probably gay
or lesbians.


`But I can still go if I want to, right?'


Peter looked at me a bit dumbfounded. He ran his finger around the top of
his turtleneck collar and blushed a bit, as if her were embarrassed. I
thought he looked so hot do that. Of course I think he looks hot in
everything he does.


`So, you actually believe in God and stuff?'


I nodded. Push come to shove, I might not be religious like mom but I
couldn't not believe in a higher power.


`Huh, okay. I mean, if you want to you I'm not going to say no because
I love you. But I'm an atheist, and I don't want you to try and
convince me okay?'


`I know sweetie, and I love you too.' I was so relieved by that, it was
weird. I reached up and fingered the bottom of my pink turtleneck collar
and smiled brightly at Peter. `Well, now that our first fight is
settled, I'd give you another blowjob but with mom home...'


Peter laughed and said that he'll take the rain check but I owed him a
visit to playground after practice tomorrow.


Unfortunately the whole prom plan did not work out, and we were both so
disappointed. Mrs. Walker was still pretty mad about Peter not going to
college. Peter was really pissed, but he figured she was overreacting
because his dad was spending more and more time at the office and his
sister wasn't doing great in college and was being really secretive
about her spending. We never brought the subject of the hotel up with mom
because I thought that would have been a little too much for her to be
okay with and I didn't want to push my luck.


I committed to Ohio State at the last minute, which made mom happy
because the medical programs there are really good but Columbus is too
far to commute. It was hard on her to see me go I guess. I decided on
studying laboratory science because I can do the science I'm interested
in and get to work alone a lot, which appeals to me greatly. Peter is
definitely the extrovert in our relationship!


We skipped prom as planned and spent that evening at home. Mom was
working so we had the night to ourselves which meant Peter spent the
evening fucking me nice and slow. We both dressed up for the occasion. I
wore my ivory ribbed turtleneck dress with my matching knee socks and
Mary Janes. Peter wore his blue mohair Fair Isle turtleneck sweater, a
pair of black slacks, black knee-high dress socks and nice leather dress
shoes. Mom left us money to order in so we enjoyed a nice Asian dinner
followed by a long night of sex. I really enjoyed sex that way, Peter
taking his time and not rushing into his orgasm. There were moments where
I felt my inner orgasm build but then it would subside, then grow again.
It didn't matter really. Wearing turtlenecks when we have sex and
Peter's pleasure was the satisfaction I needed and feeling the soft wool
of his mohair turtleneck was so sensual. Peter rewarded me with a long
slow orgasm that filled me with so much cum. The only thing that would
have made the night better was for Peter to sleep in bed with me. I need
him so much, I can't hardly bear it any longer!


Track season ended in some disappointment. I made districts but I just
wasn't that motivated. I had no interest running in college and it
wasn't like I had much of a chance to make Ohio State's team. Besides,
I would have to wear boy clothes too often for my liking. I came in
twelfth at districts, well out of a place for regionals. Peter made the
regional tournament which was amazing and he was so sexy in his shorts,
showing off his muscular hairy legs.


Graduation day followed soon after and it was the first time that Peter
saw me without a turtleneck on, at least when we were dressed. Aside
showers when we were naked with each other, I have always worn a
turtleneck with him. And, except for one time when I gave him a blowjob
in the shower, we have always worn turtlenecks when we have sex with each
other. But this was for our moms and we were in shirts and ties and
looked rather dashing together. Well, at least on the outside.
Turtlenecks were like my uniform now quite honestly and I don't like not
having one on. For some reason I feel much more secure in everything when
I wear a turtleneck from my appearance to my sexuality and being around
other people.


My friends Ricky, Mark and Tom also came to graduation and they
congratulated Peter and I. I went to theirs the weekend before. We had
drifted as friends, which made me sad. I wasn't sorry either that Peter
took a lot of my free time. We still played online and met once a month
but it wasn't like it was before. Ricky was going to Kent on a football
scholarship which was amazing. Mark and Tom were off to Miami and I was
going to Columbus. An end of an era for us really, and a new one starting
for me with Peter.


Our last big hurrah in Cleveland was the pride parade. Peter had been to
several in LA but had never walked in one and, needless to say, I had
never been to one at all. Peter registered us and we spent a couple of
weeks getting everything together. Mom was at work of course but Mr. and
Mrs. Walker decided she was going to go, and take pictures of us as we
walked. At first we were going to tone down our outfits for the parade
but Peter said, `Screw it, its our parade, we're going to dress up the
way we want.'


We ordered white turtlenecks, but sensibly, kind of anyway, cotton
turtleneck shirts. It was getting warm in town, so a wool turtleneck
sweater was not an option. Peter took the turtlenecks to a T-shirt
printer and on his he had a pair blue male symbols printed onto his and a
pink circle with the world `Gay All the Way' etched in white on mine.

Peter also bought a sailor hat for himself, which was hilarious on him. I
got a rainbow headband and I had mom help me make rainbow eyeshadow with
my makeup. I intentionally overdid my lipstick with a bright red. I also
added heart-shaped pride stickers to my cheeks.


We decided to wear very short tight fitting shorts. The plan was to have
our hard penises obvious to everyone, it was slutty but sexy at the same
time.


Finally, Peter wore crew socks with the flag's stripes around the top of
his socks. I got a pair of thigh-high rainbow socks to wear with my lacy
Keds.


The parade was fun at the beginning but it got overwhelming after about
an hour. There was a lot of drinking happening and a lot of lewd comments
directed at me. Peter told a couple of really drunk guys to fuck off
which was really hot. But overall, surrounded by people, flags and the
heat, I felt like I was being caved in. The crowd started to blend and
blur and a searing pain exploded behind my eyes. The ground started to
spin and felt like it was coming up at me. I suddenly started to
hyperventilate and grabbed at my white turtleneck collar and pulled at
the soft white turtleneck material trying to get air.


Peter took me into his strong arms as I was beginning to panick. `Let's
get out of here,' he whispered in my ear. He held my arm and wheeled me
through the crowds. I started to recover and get back to normal as we got
to a shaded area off of Public Square, the start of the parade route. He
sat me down on the ground and had me put my head between my legs and
breathe deeply.


`Are you okay babe?'


I took a deep breath and put my hand on his hairy knee and then let my
hand run down and rest on the top of his pride sock. `Yes, I'm sorry I
don't know what happened.'


`I guess you don't like crowds, huh?'


I shook my head and looked up at Peter. He was just so gorgeous in his
white turtleneck and his white short shorts. He looked more natural in a
thick turtleneck sweater but I'd take him in any turtleneck he decided
to wear. `Can we go home now, I think I'm done here.'


`Sure babe, come on.' Peter lifted me up and we embraced and kissed
with love. Some passer-byes cheered and jeered but we were too lost in
each other to care. Peter took my hand and we made our way back to our
Volvo.