Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2023 06:48:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: "queerturtleneck@yahoo.com" <queerturtleneck@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Turtleneck Tales Chapter 2

The usual disclaimer here, this is, broadly speaking, a completely
fictional story of two completely fictional college students who enter
into a consensual romantic and homosexual relationship. There are several
sections in this story that are sexually explicit and intentionally
pornographic. If that is not your cup of tea or not legal in your country
of residence, please stop reading here.

Still here? Wonderful! This story writing is an outlet for me to explore
and derive pleasure from my main fetishes: turtlenecks and turtleneck
sweaters (especially!!) as well as slouch socks and wool socks. I
understand these are niche fetishes and they accentuate the pleasure I
get from sexual encounters with men. Even if you don't like turtlenecks
I do hope you continue reading and enjoy the journey Alan and Peter take
in exploring and engaging in their homosexuality and of how their
relationship will affect their life choices.

Finally, as a gay man I have had a life long fascination of the male
penis. I believe this is the case for just about all homosexual men. It
is the most wonderful organ and a creation of perfection. Long and short,
big and small, thick and thin, bent and straight, and everything in
between, I believe I've had the wonderful fortune to explore all their
beautiful shapes and sizes; both orally and anally. It is my love and
adoration of the penis that prevents me from using words like `cock' or
`dick.' Such words are too vulgar for the object that has given me so
much sexual and emotional pleasure thoughout my life.

Finally, I do appreciate constructive feedback to improve my skill as
writer. Positive and words of encouragement are also appreciated! You can
send me either or both to: queerturlteneck@yahoo.com


Peter's house was like the standard Cleveland suburbs 50's style brick
ranch. We used to live in one before my mother had to sell and we moved
into our townhouse. I know it tore my mom up inside because I was
actually born in the house because of a wicked snowstorm and my dad
couldn't get the car out of the driveway.

I don't know why we're still here, really. My mom hates the hospital,
the weather and pretty much everything about the city. I know a big part
of it was losing dad, our house and everything that's happened since.
She's a nurse so its not like her job keeps us stuck here. My dad died
when I was a baby in a car accident and I never really met with that side
of the family and my grandparents died not long after that. My Uncle Mike
and his family live in rural southern Ohio and we spend a lot of time
with them. I think mom's going to move there after I finish high school.

I walked up to the front door and rang the door bell. I was greeted by a
tall, severe looking woman with long dark hair wearing a white turtleneck
sweater and khaki slacks. It looked like she had just gotten back from
work. She was at least a head taller than me and quite honestly was
pretty intimidating!

`Oh, hello. You must be Alan, Peter's new friend. I'm Helen, Peter's
mother. Its so nice to meet you. I'm finally able to put a face to a
name. Peter! Alan's here!'

I blushed and thanked her. I walked in and saw their house was still
being moved into but their furniture was very nice, definitely not the
Ikea style that my house was. Peter appeared from the back of the house
and I tried not to smile too much when I saw him. Finally, he's wearing
a turtleneck!

Peter was wearing a black ribbed turtleneck sweater with his grey
sweatpants and grey ribbed wool socks. It was a well fitted ribbed
turtleneck and he looked as good in it as his grey turtleneck sweater
from before. Which is to say he looked amazing!

`Hey Alan, come on back to my room. Are you staying for dinner? I told
my mom you were so I hope you don't throw me under the bus.'

I laughed and his mother scowled. `Yeah, I just have to leave by seven
to get home on time.'

`Do you live far?' asked Helen.

`No, Mrs. Walker, its about a 30 minute walk I guess. I live the
opposite way from the school.'

`You mean you walk to school? Even in this weather?' asked Peter.

`No, I usually ride my bike but I have a flat but I should be getting my
new ones this weekend. But this isn't too bad really. Mom drives me when
the snow is really bad.'

`Well, we'll drive you home, don't worry,' said Helen.

In the end, we did not get much studying done. We hung out, watched
idiots on YouTube and watched some music together on Peter's MacBook and
got to know each other more. Peter's dad was a corporate lawyer and his
firm promoted him to senior partner in their Cleveland office. His mom
was a legal librarian and was interviewing with different firms in the
city. Peter had an older sister by two years, Sarah, who was in college
back in California and a much older brother, Tim, who was stationed in
Japan with the Navy. Peter was closer with his sister. His parents were
not on speaking terms with his brother because he didn't go to college
and had been baptised as a Christian.

Peter was into role playing video games and was a competitive tennis
player. We have the RPG games in common at least. He hated the idea of
moving from California but he said that the kids here were a lot cooler
than his private school in LA. All the kids were super rich pricks and if
you weren't in, you were out and always out. Since he didn't start
there until fourth grade, he was out and the other kids who were outcasts
like him didn't usually stay that long. So he was in that regard glad
that he was in a new school to finish senior year. He just wished it was
in LA or maybe San Francisco. When I asked him if he was going back to
California for college, Peter shrugged and said he could if he wanted.
But he wasn't sure he wanted to go to college. He didn't like high
school all that much so why keep going? `I don't know, I can do
something else instead of college. I guess they'll blame Tim for being a
bad influence on me or something.'

I had never really considered not going to college. I was already
accepted to Ohio University and Kent State. Mom wanted me to stay close
and go to Cleveland State.

All the while we hung out, I caught myself staring at Peter and Peter's
turtleneck and had to force myself to look away. I think he may have
caught me a couple of times but it didn't seem to bother him too much. I
was again fascinated by how the collar of his turtleneck traced along his
jawline. I liked how the turtleneck swooped up from his shoulders and
folded softly around his neck and how the fitted sweater looked on his
chest. I felt so weird around him, and I tried my very best to be normal
with him.

Dinner was simple but nice. Mr. Walker got home some time while we were
hanging out. He was tall like his wife and thin, even a bit underweight.
But he was friendly enough and dinner was pleasant, though I will say my
mother is a better cook. After dinner Mrs. Walker insisted she drive me
home.

We hung out like that for a cuple of weeks, once during the week and we
hung out on Sundays after church. My mother is fairly religious and I go
to services with her. I think her faith has kept her from completely
losing it. Peter was usually too busy with tennis on Saturdays to hang
out. His dad wanted him to keep training so that he could try out for the
school's team and maybe get a scholarship. My mother is not big on
sports and I ran track, mostly the 400 and the 800, to build my extra
curriculars. But I`m not running this year since I didn't need it for
college anymore.

The weekend after Valentine's Day, we were sitting on Peter's bed
working through some calculus homework. At first I thought it was a
little weird because we usually hung out on the floor or at his desk.
After a while though it was pretty comfortable working on the bed and I
didn't think anything of it. We were both sitting cross legged in front
of each other. Occasionally I had to peek at his turtleneck. Maybe more
than occasionally.

Peter was wearing a turtleneck again which was a little distracting to
me. He was wearing a light blue cable knit turtleneck like the grey one
he wore on the first day I met him. This was the third time I saw Peter
in a turtleneck. I was wearing my maroon turtleneck myself. I was wearing
jeans and Peter his usual grey sweatpants. I wore my usual white crew
socks, Peter in his usual gray wool socks. Peter's parents did not allow
shoes inside the house. It was a habit they started after befriending a
Korean family in Los Angeles.

After about 30 minutes working on math, Peter closed his notebook and
said `Hey Alan do you wanna see something? I think you'll like it. `

`Yeah, I could use a break from this.' Peter got off of the bed and
walked over to his desk and picked up his laptop. He brought it back to
the bed and climbed back on. He sat back down in front of me and opened
the laptop. After a few clicks he turn the screen around and said, `I
think you'll like these.`

In front of me was a photograph of a guy wearing a thick white turtleneck
sweater. Peter clicked the arrow button on the keyboard and picture after
picture after picture where of different men wearing turtleneck sweaters.
There were occasional photos of two guys together in turtlenecks and
there was one picture of two guys about our age wearing turtlenecks
kissing each other. Intermixed were pictures of naked guys holding their
hard penises in their hands or posing erotically. As the pictures scanned
by I could feel my penis harden and my breath was quickened by the
excitement. `Slow down a little, Peter,' I whispered huskily, my voice
betraying my excitement.

Before I knew it Peter was sitting next to me, his shoulder resting
against mine as he looked at the pictures with me. As I turned to look at
him, I was surprised by the smile on his face and seeing his hand rubbing
his crotch. Peter turned his head and looked at me, and we both stared at
each other for a few seconds. Like Peter I started rubbing my crotch and
felt the pleasure that I always get when I please myself in my
turtlenecks. Peter suddenly leaned in and kiss me on my mouth. I didn't
know what to do, I was shocked but it felt really good, and I returned
his kiss. His lips felt so warm and his kiss was, for lack of a better
word, tender, like he was inviting me to continue kissing him.

A new feeling came over me as well. I became acutely aware of my
turtleneck, the feeling of the tall collar and how erotic it felt to have
my neck covered in the soft and yet snug collar. Before my eyes closed
from the sensual pleasure of Peter's kiss, I marvelled how attractive he
was in turtlenecks, how much I wanted him in turtlenecks.

I felt his hand reach and rest of my turtleneck collar as we kissed. My
body shuddered and i felt electricity spike through my spine when he did
that. I tentatively took my hand off my crotch and reached up and rested
my finger tips on Peter's turtleneck collar. I moaned with the primal
pleasure as I felt the ribbed wool fiber of Peter's turtleneck collar.
My penis felt like it was alive with so much power I had never felt
before in my life. I could faintly hear Peter moan as well as we
continued kissing and feeling each other's turtleneck collars.

I opened my eyes to watch Peter as we kissed and I was completely lost in
the eroticism of what was happening to me. I saw and felt his hand leave
my turtleneck collar and trace down my chest and stomach before he laid
his hand on my erection and started to rub on it. Peter's tongue probed
my lips and I let him in and the whole sensation of everything rocketed
up to a new level! I pressed my hand on Peter's turtleneck as he rubbed
my penis harder and harder. I was keenly aware of the eroticism of
wearing my turtleneck and feeling the tall collar on my neck and feeling
it up and around my chin and jaw.

Suddenly my body tensed and I knew what was about to happen. I broke our
kiss as my body started to jerk as I orgasmed. One, two , three eruptions
exploded out of me and I moaned softly and breathed haltingly as the
unreal pleasure radiated through my body! I felt my warm cum wet my
briefs and a stain bled onto the crotch of my jeans. I looked up to feel
my turtleneck collar stretch across my throat as the warmth of orgasm
washed over me. `Whooo' I breathed, panting heavily from the rush.

I fell back on the bed on my elbows, catching my breath and watched as
Peter pulled his sweatpants down and started to stroke himself. My wave
of warm pleasure was suddenly replaced by panic and shock as I realised
what I had just done.

`Holy shit!' I yelled and rolled off the bed as soon as I could. I
scrambled my books into my backpack and made a lame excuse of having to
be home to help mom out. Mrs. Walker glanced from the kitchen as I
quickly left their house. When I got home I quickly stripped naked and
got into the shower. I was ever so thankful my mom was still hanging out
with her friends from church so that she didn't see me laugh and cry.
What the hell was wrong with me?!

I spent most of the next week avoiding Peter as much as I could. We only
spoke in physics as needed and hardly at all on the way to English. I
avoided his texts as well. And I felt awful about it. I could hardly
concentrate in classes or doing homework, working on my art for Mark and
Tom for our Gloom Haven set up or even play Mage Knight. All I could
think about was kissing Peter and, I mean, was it sex? Was it just my own
excitement with him? Is he gay? I had several restless nights with those
questions mixed with fantasies of Peter in our turtlenecks and him making
me cum again