Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2023 09:25:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: "queerturtleneck@yahoo.com" <queerturtleneck@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Turtleneck Tales, Chapter 4

Part 4:

`Mom, I'm home,' I called as I walked in. I unzipped my jacket and
hung it in the closet next to the door.

`Oh, I thought you were staying for dinner! Do you want me to order you
a pizza or something? I already ate!' She was in the living room,
probably watching a movie.

`No, I can make something.'

`You seem to be in a good mood. What did you and Peter get up to?'

Well Mom, first we had amazing gay sex and I learned that I'm really
good at giving blow jobs. Then we had sex again. Then I officially came
out to Peter and his mom. And then we spent the afternoon kissing and
playing with our turtlenecks. And I'm falling in love with him. Oh yeah,
by the way, I'm gay! `We played some video games and watched the new
Iron Man movie.'

`Oh, don't spoil, I just started it! Before you start making your
dinner can you come in here a minute.'

`Sure Mom, just one second, I need to go to the bathroom.' By that I
meant looking at myself in my turtleneck in the mirror, thinking about my
boyfriend and shooting a huge load of cum into the toilet.

Having taken care of my urgent business, I walked into the living room.
Ours have two recliners facing the TV, which is mounted in an
entertainment center that was mostly picture of me growing up and my dad.
Sometimes Mom just sat in her recliner and stared at them. Next to her
recliner were her usual pile of nursing books, religious inspiration and
mystery novels.

`You made an interesting purchase on Amazon today.'

Oh shit. I was in top good of a mood though, and I lied. Too easily.
Almost as much as not telling her who I really am. `It's the new thing
in school. I thought I'd fit in.'

She looked at me quizzically. `I guess. I think something like that was
in when I was in college. But whatever. Your generation's weird. This is
coming out of your allowance you know.'

`I know,' I said and walked into the kitchen and looked through the
refrigerator. I decided on making scrambled eggs and toast. A little
breakfast for dinner.

Mom went to bed after her movie finished. She had to go to work after
church. That night I stayed up late taking a long series of silly
Buzzfeed quizzes like `How Gay Are You,' `What Kind of Gay Are You,'
and so on. I fell asleep reading a forum on how to come out to a
religious parent.

Peter and I tried to be cool about everything at school. This is when I
was especially glad we only had two classes together. Peter was trying
out for the tennis team, which I was sure he'd make it so our afternoons
were going to be  pretty limited for meeting up soon. I was disappointed
that he hadn't worn a single turtleneck the whole week so far. I didn't
say anything but I was hopeful.

My socks came in late, on Thursday. Mom was still sceptical about them
but didn't say anything. She asked again when Peter was coming to visit
and I told here, with some honesty that with his tennis commitments, it
might be a little while before he comes. And I was going to hang out with
him after school on Friday.

On Friday I wore my orange turtleneck, jeans, my orange slouch socks and
my vans. Over my turtleneck I wore a Browns sweatshirt. It's part of the
deal with living in Cleveland. I was really enjoying the slouch socks. I
loved playing with them almost as much as my turtleneck. Even better,
when I looked myself in my full size closet mirror this morning, wearing
nothing but my orange turtleneck, my white briefs and my slouch socks, I
felt I looked especially gay. And that made me happy.

We only had English together on Fridays. I sat in my usual place in the
back of the class and was skimming through the chapter of Frankenstein.
Peter came in with the main crowd of the class. I tried to keep my
reaction neutral but he was wearing his black ribbed turtleneck, khaki
chinos and his usual brown boots. Oh, you look so sexy, I screamed at him
in my head.

Peter sat down next to me and winked slyly. I flicked my eyes down and
reached down to get at an `itch' and showed him my orange socks. Peter
nodded slightly. It was so exciting being gay clandestine lovers. Peter
decided he would be more open when I was ready because he knew that
people would quickly put two and two together if he was out and hanging
out with me a lot.

As we packed up after the lesson ended Peter slipped me a note. Phones
had been banned during school hours now that Mr. Latham caught Jeremy
Hunter and crew of idiots cheating on the physics test. This happened
from time to time but Dr. Carter, the principal, was a total hard ass
when the bans were in effect. It wasn't worth losing a phone and risking
a suspension for something that would end in a couple of weeks.

I looked at the note and tried very hard not to smile. I have something
special for you after school. Meet me at the park.

So that just made a Friday even longer than it normally was. When my last
class, social studies, finally ended I bolted for my locker and gathered
up my books, shoved them into my backpack and grabbed my coat. I put my
gloves and beanie on as I walked to the bike rack. I fumbled with the key
and hurried tried to get it undone before the horde of students swarmed
it and made a traffic jam.

I tried not to pedal too fast on the slick, slushy road and tried not to
think of the mess I was making on my jeans and shoes. I had a pretty good
feeling I wasn't going to need those very much once we got to Peter's.
Hopefully my socks were okay. I saw Peter standing on one of the swings
lazily swaying to and fro and did a sliding turn into the park, almost
wiping out in my showing off. I hopped off my bike and Peter jumped off
the swing. It was a lot more graceful than me but I'll claim a higher
difficulty for my show off.

We avoided PDA with difficulty but with the Friday rush in this weather,
school traffic was getting heavier and the we didn't want to be outside
any longer than necessary. We started walking to his house and I
couldn't wait any more.

`So what's this surprise?'

`Oh, you'll see, don't worry.'

`You looked so hot in your turtleneck in school.'

`Yeah, I wore it get you excited for this afternoon. I can't wait to
see your socks!'

`Oh, I love these. My mom thinks they're the in thing at school!'

We both laughed and Peter said, `Yeah, for two gay boys!'

I was starting to like that label actually. I wasn't ready to come out
yet, but for a week now I felt very comfortable in my own skin. Maybe a
little longer till I tell. I should do that for Peter, it wasn't fair to
make him wait too long.

We got to his house and he took his key out to open the door. `No one's
home, come on.'

`Awesome.'

We kicked our shoes off and peeled our coats off as we walked to his
bedroom. Peter, thankfully, was as much of a neat freak as I am. I
figured the bed would get a bit messy. I was right in the end.

As soon as we dropped our bags and hung our coats we both stripped off
our jeans and our briefs, exposing our hard penises to each other. I'd
had at least a semi since seeing Peter in his turtleneck and it was a
little awkward crossing my legs to hide my full on erections without
showing off my slouch socks.

`What do you think,' I giggled as a turned my calves towards Peter,
showing off my knee high slouch socks. I felt so free and comfortable
with him, and I think he was as inhibition free with me as well.

`Oh man, those are really sexy, I think they look amazing with your
turtleneck,' smiled Peter as he stroked his long hard penis.

But now everything was perfect. We were together, we had our turtlenecks
on and I had socks on that Peter liked and he was wearing his gray wool
socks that I like. We stood together and started kissing and rubbing each
other's shafts. We both moaned loudly with pleasure as we excited our
penises and massaged each other's turtleneck collars.

`Let's slow down a little. Come on, we're going to get you ready.'

`Ready for what? You're killing me!'

We went into his bathroom and Peter pulled out a silicon bulb with a long
spout thingy. `Stand over the toilet, babe,' he commanded.

I did and watched as Peter filled the bulb with water from the tub. He
then took out a pump bottle and smeared some clear liquid around the
spout end. `Okay, this'll feel a little weird at first, but just relax.
Hold it in till I say stop, okay?'

I nodded and watched as Peter got on his knees in front of me. He kissed
my penis head and then took my penis into his mouth which made me look up
with delight so that I could feel my orange turtleneck collar stretch
across my throat. `Mmmm,' I moaned with pleasure. Then, he did it.

I felt the tip of the spout press against my hole and slide in a bit. I
gasped from the sensation and again when I felt the water being forced up
into me and held in. It was, to put it mildly, a bizarre feeling. I used
the wall and the sink vanity to keep my balance as I hovered just over
the toilet. Peter had taken his mouth off my penis and it was losing
rigidity from me concentrating on keeping myself closed up.

`Okay, let's go.'

I did and looked in the toilet as I pushed the water out. It was gross. I
quickly flushed the toilet so that Peter wouldn't see. But now I had
some kind of idea of what was going on. Oh shit, I think he wants to fuck
me! The idea was not repulsive, because I actually always assumed that I
would be a bottom and had no interest in topping. It just felt natural
for me to assume that role. The idea of Peter putting his hard penis in
me was enthralling!

`Are we going to fuck, Peter?'

`No, nót yet, I have something else. Let's do this a couple of more
times.' Peter refilled the bulb and relubed it and again pushed it up in
my hole. This time I knew it was coming so I was more relaxed but it
still felt weird holding the water. When I released the water was much
cleaner thankfully! The fhird time it looked like clear water falling out
of me.

`Okay, wow, that worked! Come on babe.' Peter took my hand and took me
to his bed. He quickly threw the covers and sheets back and we climbed
into bed and again started kissing each other ravenously; kissing our
lips, our faces and our turlteneck collars and rubbing our turtleneck
collars and turtlenecked bodies. My penis had come roaring back to life
and was twitching from the excitement and I was already dripping precum.

`Okay babe, turn around on your knees. Yeah, just like that. Oh wow, I
really love these socks,' Peter chuckled. `So much sexier than those
white ones.'

`Yeah, I love them too,' I moaned. I started stroking myself, I
couldn't help myself, I felt so amazing and laying like this with Peter
behind me put my excitement at a whole new level.

`Okay, don't cum yet.' The next sensation I felt was best described as
mind blowing! Peter rubbed his hands over my slouch socks, and I love the
feeling of them sliding up and down my calves and be stretched and
bunched. Then he put his hands of my ass and spread my cheeks before I
felt him press his tongue against my hole. At first, Peter was tentative,
but then he got more and more into it and press his tongue against and
into my hole. I squirmed with delight and moaned as I clawed at my
turtleneck collar as Peter rimmed me. I tried so hard not to touch my
vibrating penis from the sheer insanity of the sensations I felt coming
through my body.

`Oh yeah, oh yeah, I need to cum, I need to cum,' I moaned as Peter
penetrated me with his tongue. My whole body felt like it was constricted
and I needed to release or I was going to explode!

`Not yet,' breathed Peter. He rolled off the bed, leaving me face down,
my arms akimbo and my  socked legs spread wide and ass in the air. I was
so involved with how I was feeling that I didn't really pay attention to
the rustling under the bed until a new sensation threw into a spasm of
delight and pleasure.

Something hard pressed against my hole, gently. I could hear Peter
repeating `Relax, babe, relax,' as the pressure built. It was sliding
in and it felt so filling and erotic. Nothing was hurting, but I started
breathing to try and get my body under control a little bit. Suddenly the
pressure stopped and I had feeling of delicious fullness inside of me. I
started rocking my body back and forth on my knees instinctively...was the
Peter's hard shaft inside of me? Am I about to get fucked?

`Lay on your side Alan,' Peter whispered from behind me. I rolled over
slightly and I felt Peter's wet mouth swallow my penis and start sucking
on me with rampant abandon! I felt his hand cup my balls while his other
one rubbed on my sweatshirt covered belly. Between all of the stimulation
of him rimming me, the fullness of my anus and my turtleneck along with
Peter being absolutely hot in his turtleneck my orgasm was violent and
sudden.

`Haw, haw, hawwwwwww' I groaned as I felt my turtleneck collar ride up
my jaw and face and  hot cum sprayed into Peter's mouth and he kept
sucking on me until it was too much for me to take. I waved blindly waved
down at him and he crawled up to me. He pushed my shoulder so that I lay
on my back and he straddled me, stroking himself furiously over my face.
I was so hot for him, watching him stroke himself in his perfectly fitted
black turtleneck sweater. I opened my mouth in anticipation of what was
going to happen. I absolutley love the feeling of how my turtleneck feels
when my mouth is opened for his cum.

I was treated by gobs of his hot sticky cum all over my face and into my
mouth. I squirmed in delight and grabbed on to his hairy muscular thighs
as Peter swayed with pleasure and kept stroking till he leaned over and
offered his cum-dripping penis to me. I gratefully took him in my mouth
and sucked the remaining orgasm from him, moaning with delight. I want
this all the time with him!

Peter collapsed next to me and cuddled into me, throwing his leg over me
and stroked my turtleneck collar gently.

`Alan, wow, oh wow. That was so hot!'

`Yeah, oh what's in me? I loved whatever you did to me, you can do that
anytime you want!'

Peter smiled devilishly. `It's a butt plug. You like how it feels?'

I squirmed a little, seeing how it felt. It didn't move on the outside
but I could some inside me and it felt...'I love it. I thought you were
going to fuck me,' I giggled.

`Well, I want to but I was reading and stuff and I think this'll make
it feel better. It's a small one though. Maybe we can go buy a bigger
one when you're ready. Maybe something my size,' he laughed. `Do you
want to take it out?'

I shook my head. `No, it feels good. I love it.' I leaned in and kissed
Peter and stroked his the fine ribbing of his turtleneck collar.

`Have you ever done it before?' I imagined Peter ramming his hard penis
deep inside me, wearing his black ribbed turtleneck and I felt so horny
with that image in my head.

Peter smiled. `We should probably pull the covers up in case someone
walks in. You know what we forgot to do? Lock the door!'

`Oh, whoops!' We both laughed hysterically and snuggled into each other
and had another long kissing and turtleneck massaging session. I love
these, almost as much as having sex with Peter. Why did I hate that I'm
gay? It's so amazing!

`I love you, Alan,' Peter said as our kissing naturally trailed off.

I smiled and stroked Peter's face and rested my fingers on his
turtleneck. I felt a well of emotions spring up from the depths of me,
and I felt like I was on the verge of crying. `I love you too, Peter. Oh
my God I've wanted to say that to you but it felt so quick!'

`I know,' said Peter. `But, I feel the same but it just felt so right
to say it to you. I never felt this way about Finn or Jamey, not to bring
up ex's. I thought I loved them but not even close. I think about you
all the time and I, well I just love you.'

`I love you, Peter.' We didn't say anything for a little while after
that, we just held each other.

Peter's parents came home not long after that. We reluctantly got out of
bed and redressed. By the time we started getting ready, Peter helped me
take the plug out. I didn't like the feeling of it coming out, it was a
little sore. He put it in a bag with the lube and told me to practice
more at home. He didn't have to tell me! We were sitting on the sofa
watching TV when they came in, I was laying with my head on Peter's lap
and he was getting me horny again by stroking my turtleneck collar. He
seemed to have some trouble getting it back up though, his orgasm
completely sated his sexual appetite. He was doing it out of affection.

`Well, don't you two look like an old married couple,' joked Mr.
Walker. I started to get up but Peter's gently pressed on my turtleneck
collar for me to stay down.

`Ha ha, funny Dad. Where were you guys?'

`Your mother got a job today and was already doing her orientation,'
said Mr. Walker. `Damned shame its with the hospital though. No flex
time.'

That perked me up. `Oh, sorry Mr. Walker. I mean, that's great for Mrs.
Walker but do you know which hospital?'

`Yeah, its, uh, huh. Hang on, she sent me a text earlier. University
Hospitals Cleveland Medical Center. Hell of a name, right? Anyway she'll
be in in a minute. Hey, Peter, got good news on the car. I'll tell you
at dinner.' With that he walked to their bedroom to change.

`Oh shit,' I murmured.

`What's that babe?'

`That's the hospital my mom works at.'

Peter kind of laughed and said, `Look I doubt they'll see each other.
But its kind of funny isn't it?'

`Like ha ha funny or ironic funny?'

`Both, either one,'

Mrs. Walker came in carrying a huge binder from the hospital's HR  and
another book on medical law. She was in what I thought was a very classy
outfit. Actually, both of them were superd dressers. Mr. Walker's suits
were very obviously expensive. Mrs. Walker was wearing a pinstriped navy
pantsuit with a lilac turtleneck. Despite my new grown affection for
being gay and completely head over heels in love with Peter, I still
appreciate a woman in a turtleneck.

`Congrats, Mom!'

`Thanks honey, oh hi Alan! Are you staying for dinner? We're ordering
Asian food if you want.'

`Congratulations Mrs. Walker. I...'

`Alan wants to stay,' interjected Peter with a wink to me. `At least I
want him to stay.'

`Agh, teen love. It's disgusting,' moaned Mrs. Walker fecisiously.

We were still on the sofa when Mrs. Walker came out of the bedroom. She
had changed out of her pantsuit and put on black yoga pants but kept her
turtleneck. A turtleneck only living room I giggled to myself. Mr. Walker
was in their office area. The downside of his promotion was the increased
workload. Peter had told me his dad was now a lawyer by day and manager
by night.He was on the lookout for an admin assistant now that he was
told he couldn't hire his wife because of the firm's nepotism rules.

`Oh, I used to have socks like those back when Tim was born! Cute.'

I was sitting cross legged and I liked, Peter too, how they looked with
my jeans legs ridden up.

`So, Mom, want to hear something funny?'

`Or horrifying,' I moaned.

`Alan's mom is a nurse at the hospital you just got a job at!'

`No! Really?'

`For reals.'

`Well, like I said, Alan, we won't tell until you're ready, okay? Now,
what do you want from the restaurant. Your father's ready to order.'

We both selected chicken, Peter took Szechuan and I took bamboo. Mom and
I don't order in a lot but I do prefer Asian to pizza most of the time.

Mr. Walker came in to retrieve his phone to finish the order. `Hey Alan,
can I give a little unsolicited but wise fatherly advice?'

I looked back at the tall, gangly man. I didn't know him as well as Mrs.
Walker and I was not as comfortable around him. But, out of politeness
and free food, I nodded.

`The worst kind of news to get is the kind that comes second or third
hand. You two might think you're pretty slick and hiding it, but some
one's going to find out and that's how rumors start. If you think your
mom's going to be mad or disappointed or whatever, it'll be nothing if
it comes from a teacher, or a kid or a parent at school. Even if its well
intentioned.'

I nodded. It was hard not see how exactly right he was.

`Is that what happened with Tim,' asked Peter.

`Yes,' said Mrs. Walker. `He went through the whole recruiting process
without telling us and he disappeared to boot camp without a word to us.
It wasn't till they made him call home that we found out he'd joined
the navy.'

`I think a lot of its my fault, but that's for later. Sorry Alan, but
its kind of a odd place for Helen and I just having Peter here. We're
used to having more chaos.'

They're treating me like I'm a member of their family. I was deeply
touched and my love for Peter grew that much more.

`Zachary is right though Alan. No matter what happens, though, you have
a place here. But I think you'll be surprised with your mother's
reaction.'

`Just leave the hanky panky for when we're not here,' called Mr.
Walker from the office.

`Zachary Walker! Sometimes...' yelled Mrs. Walker in exasperation.

`Dad!' yelled Peter almost simultaneously.

Mrs. Walker shook her head and headed to the kitchen to set the table for
dinner. She stopped and turned around. `Why am I doing this? I'm a
working woman again. You two, set the table!'

We laughed and got up. As we laid the plates and chopsticks, Mrs. Walker
said to us quietly:

`Look, I know you two having sex with each other. I don't need details
but I'm not naive, nor deaf for that matter and I was a teenager once
too. Just, please, be safe about it.'

We both nodded solemnly. For some reason, I wasn't embarrassed in the
slightest for having been caught out by Mrs. Walker. Sex with Peter was
an addiction for me!