Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2023 20:57:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: "queerturtleneck@yahoo.com" <queerturtleneck@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Turtleneck Tales, Chapter 7

Peter and I decided Friday was going to be the day. It killed us to have
to wait to long but Peter's reasons were hard to argue against. He was
starting tennis and he didn't want any distractions during his first
week with the team. I liked the feeling of Peter being in charge; it felt
so natural for me to be what i now know as being submissive to my
boyfriend.

Track also preseason started on Monday. I decided to go ahead and run
this year since it was my last and Peter was at tennis practice anyway.
We gave each other slight nods as his team walked past the track to the
gym. I just love Peter so much, and getting to see him in athletic wear
is almost as much of a turn on as him in turtlenecks. His strong,
muscular and hairy legs were so sexy! Most of the track guys didn't have
much hair on their legs and I didn't really recognize how much hairy
legs (and balls) turned me on.

Coach Sampson had kept her word and no one mentioned anything to me about
being gay. It was kind of nice to help get into the groove of training
and getting back into racing shape but, still, I was hoping someone would
ask.

My turtlenecks and socks came in on Thursday, just in time. I had a
tricky time deciding on what to wear. Mom came into my room to drop off
laundry as I was deciding on purple or pink. The turtlenecks were on my
bed.

I was now very used to the fullness my new butt plug gave me. I compared
the smaller one and it didn't give me the pleasure compared to the big
one. It actually didn't feel right without inside of me and had started
wearing it from the time I got home. I wanted very much to get a dildo to
masturbate with but I was afraid of mom finding it and asking more
questions about my sex life. We still hadn't gone to the hospital for
our checks, and mom had started asking when we were going and warning me
that we shouldn't have anal sex before. I cannot even tell how
embarrassing those conversations were! And yet, the idea of Peter topping
me and cumming inside of me was incredibly thrilling, especially with us
wearing our turtlenecks and him in his masculine wool socks and me in my
feminine slouch socks.

`So, I was going to ask about that. Alan, I know you are excited about
coming out and I am happy for you too. But I don't want you to put
yourself into a position that you could get teased or bullied.'

`Don't worry mom, it'll be fine. I don't want to hide any more and,
it'll be okay. I promise.'

She didn't seem that impressed with my answer and put her finger on my
purple slouch socks. `This will look better on you. Maybe save the pink
one for when you two are alone.'

I reassured her that everything would be fine promised to wear the purple
turtleneck. I was leaning that way anyway. I was just relieved she
didn't say anything about my panties!

Friday finally came! Peter and I met in the playground early before
school started. From under his black parka he was wearing the camel wool
turtleneck I gave him for his birthday as well as his khaki chinos and
brown boots. He looked so sexy I almost said we should skip school and go
have sex all day. The turtleneck collar was well-fitted to his neck, tall
and the thick wide ribs of the collar looked especially good on him.

He smiled when he saw me. I wore my purple turtleneck and my new dark
blue skinny jeans. I have to admit they were an absolute pain to put on.
I guess one of the ways they cheaped out on them was to not put very much
stretch in the legs. Anyway, I wore my jeans tucked into my purple slouch
socks, which were slouched sexily halfway down my calves.

`Damn, you look cute! I like that look babe,' exclaimed Peter as we
embraced and kissed each other. It was unspoken but as we were coming out
today as a couple, there was no reason anymore to hide it.

`I'm glad you like it, I love your turtleneck. It's so sexy on you,'
I murmured, tracing my fingers over his soft turtleneck collar. `You
want to see what else I got?'

I didn't want for him to nod before I unbuttoned my jeans and exposed a
quick look at the crimson panties I was wearing, as well as the head of
my hardened penis.

`Whoa, those are sexy!,' Peter breathed. `Okay, we neeed to go but
damn I want to suck on your cock so bad!'

I giggled and put my finger on his lips. `Not so loud sweetie. But maybe
we can sneak into somewhere and have a little fun.'

`Oh, I forgot, here, put this on,' said Peter, taking my hand. He
slipped a rainbow silicon bracelet. `See, I have one too,' he said as
he pulled the sleeve of his parka up showing his own bracelet.

`Oh, sweetie, I can't wait!'

Coming out in school as a couple was a mixed bag at the end of the day.
We walked into the main entrance holding hands and there were a some
looks and a few stares but it went by without incident. We kissed each
other goodbye quickly though not as strongly and passionately as I
wanted. I was so much more relaxed and at ease with being myself than I
thought I'd be. I think its because Peter was sure of himself'and
carried himself with strength and grace I was so encouraged and I
couldn't disappoint him.

I was disappointed on how few people were surprised that I was gay,
though. I was congratulated by several classmates, especially from the
gay and lesbian ones and all of my teachers. Those who didn't were
indifferent to it all. My teammates on the track team were the most
enthusiastic. I was relieved about how accepted I was and that nobody
truly cared about my love life. I had a few comments about my purple
turtleneck and my socks, mostly from girls who thought my outfit was
`cute.' I agree, I loved the way I was dressed, I felt like it was kind
of femme and definitely gay.

Peter, on the other hand, broke a lot of hearts amongst the girls at
school. Apparently he was the source or several crushes and the news of
him having a boyfriend upset quite a number of girls. Some of them were
actually quite hostile to Peter which upset me. He looks so good in that
turtleneck! Well, any turtleneck would look amazing on him but thick
turtleneck sweaters, just wow.

We barely registered anything in physics, Peter kept pressing his thickly
sweatered shoulder against me, and I was so touched by his need and want
for physical contact with me. We held hands walking into class and when
we left again. The other guys in class tactfully ignored us and most of
the girls oohed and ahhed about how cute we were as a couple. It felt
amazing!

Jessica Barlow made a bit of a scene at lunch. As usual I was sitting at
a side table reading The Fires of Heaven and eating my sandwich when
Jessica came with her girlfriend, a heavy-set girl named Chloe who was
into the punk aesthetic. Jessica was president of everything and
extremely obnoxious. The LGBT club, French club, student government
vice-president and Future Leaders of America. She was very short, not
even five feet tall, but was loud, argumentative and generally annoying
as anything.

`You coward...' she began and I zoned out. I think she said stuff about
letting our community down and that something about patriarchy and then
something about something else and then joining the LGBT club if I knew
what was good for me.. I drifted off thinking about Peter and him coming
over, putting Jessica in her place and taking me into his arms and
kissing me, my hands on his turtleneck sweatered chest. A warm feeling
spread from my crotch all over my body.

I ended the confrontation by nodding and getting up and leaving, which
left Jessica fuming I'm sure. Whatever, I'm dressing the way I want,
I'm out and its all okay and I am in love the handsomest boy in school.
So suck it.

Peter snuck up on me from behind at my locker as I was loading my bag for
the weekend. He wrapped his sweatered arms about my turtlenecked belly
and pressed his body against me and buried his face into my turtleneck
collar. I gasped with surprise and excitement as I felt his excitement
pressing against my ass. Images of him penetrating me flashed in my mind
as Peter released me from the sudden bear-hug.

`Ready to go home, babe,' he whispered in my ear.

I smiled widely and said, `Yes, let's get out of here!' I slipped my
coat around my shoulders and Peter took my hand and led me from school.
Some teammates waved us goodbye and we made our way to Peter's
house...going home with Peter.

Peter's parents weren't home and we made a beeline for his room. We
didn't bother with any sense of decorum, our physical desire for each
other was at a boiling point. I kicked my Vans off and raced for the
bedroom as Peter struggled with his boots. By the time he got in, my
jacket was tossed on the floor and I was ready for my lover.

Peter was just shrugging his parka off as I wrapped my arms around his
turtleneck collar and held his gorgeous blond hair in my hands and kissed
him ravenously. Our tongues were locked together as we ground our hips
together, pressing and rubbing our rock hard shafts. I could feel both of
our bodies quivering with excitement as our breathing became hurried,
husky and full of passion.

I pressed my face into his thick turtleneck collar and kissed the soft
wool and breathed it in. It smelled like Peter and I was so ready for
what I wanted. Peter walked us to the bed and we fell on, me half laying
on the bed and my boyfriend laying on top of me, grinding his hard penis
against mine, us kissing each other's turtlenecks!

Peter slid his body down me, rubbing his thick soft woollen camel
turtleneck sweater over my body, exciting me so much more and knowing how
feminine I looked in my purple turtleneck and my jeans tucked into my
slouch socks. Peter, my masculine lover in his camel turtleneck sweater,
unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my hips. He started kissing my
wooden shaft through my silky panties and licking the tip that had freed
itself and was poking out from the top.

I squirmed from the intense sensations of my turtleneck, knowing how
femme my turtleneck and socks were and my boyfriend's incredible
turtleneck sweater. I reached down and massaged Peter's turtleneck
collar, kneading the soft wool in my fingers as Peter pulled my panties
down with his teeth and began to suck on me. I jerked with the excitement
of our sex and moaned with ecstasy. I grappled a pillow so that I could
watch him blow me, and watch how his turtleneck collar was pressed down
by his jaw. I felt his hand reach between my legs and massage my balls
and press up against my hole.

I clawed at my turtleneck collar, and my body started quivering from my
sexual pleasure. `Oh yeah, oh yeah baby,! Oh Peter, you look so hot in
your turtleneck, oh yeah, oh I'm so close, so close...'

Peter took his mouth off of me and grabbed my shaft and started stroking
me furiously. My legs shot up and watching my quivering socked feet, my
turtleneck and the smile on Peter's face in his thick turtleneck sweater
as he stroked me was what I needed. Hot cum erupted, spurting all over
Peter's face and sprinkled the bottom of my turtleneck. I fell back and
my body collapsed into the bed and hummed quietly as my body radiated
with orgasmic delight.

Peter climbed on top of me and I grabbed the soft wool of his
turtlenecked neck and kissed and licked my cum off his face. I love how
cum feels in my mouth now and I like to cum in my hand and lick it off
when I masturbate. `Oh baby I love you so much,' i breathed. I wrapped
my arms around Peter and pulled him down. I wanted to wrap my legs but my
jeans were in the way. `It's time now,' I whispered in his ear as I
breathed in the wool of his turtleneck collar.

`Time for what?'

`I'll be right back.'

Peter rolled off óf me and I went into the bathroom. The one problem with
wearing jeans tucked into socks is getting jeans off and keeping my socks
on. I quickly pulled my slouch socks off and then shimmied out of my
skinny jeans. I left my panties on the floor next to my jeans. I put my
slouch socks back on, and pulled them up to my knees. Peter loves it when
my socks slouch during sex. I think he likes them as much as i do!

After getting undressed I looked in the mirror and made sure my
turtleneck collar was folded right and was tall on my neck. Satisfied, I
opened the top drawer of his vanity where he kept his lube.

I walked back into the bedroom in slowly, wagging the lube in front of
me. `It's time Peter,' I murmured.

Peter was laying on the bed, sitting against the simple dark wood
headboard on his pillows. He was wearing on his gorgeous camel turtleneck
sweater and the matching wool socks. His hard penis laid on 'his hairy
thigh. I loved how it grew from the thick pubic hair and how hairy his
balls are and how the hair on his legs fell over the top edges of his
socks. I know Peter has a pretty hairy stomach. It was so sexy to me that
my boyfriend was so into turtlenecks like me and had so much body hair.
His masculinity made me desire him so much! Especially how it contrasted
my own intentionally hairless body.

Peter watched me wide eyed as I tried to saunter sensuously to him in my
purple turtleneck and slouch socks. I probably looked silly doing it but
I didn't care. I had only one desire in the world.

`Are you sure babe,' whispered Peter huskily.

I sidled up next to him on the bed and we kissed ravenously, his hands
massaging my turtleneck collar as I stroked his manhood. I heard him
moaning with delight as our foreplay continued. I subtly squirted lube
onto my hand and stroked him, soaking his shaft to prepare for me.

I lubed my hole generously and then stood up on the bed and stood over my
turtleneck lover, facing away from him. I slowly sat down and placed my
left hand on Peter's sweatered shoulder. With my other hand I reached
down and too him from the base and guided him into me as I came down
slowly.

Peter gasped as he began to penetrate me. I was concentrating very much
on the sensations of his penetration, the slight and sensuous contraction
of my turtleneck collar and trying to relax myself like I do when I
insert my butt plug. I slowly lowered myself a bit more, then more. With
each new movement, the fullness was more intense, more pleasurable and
more complete.

I was surprised about the lack of pain. I had done a lot of reading of
course on anal sex but having spent a few weeks training my body to
accept penetration made him feel good inside me, and I needed him so much
inside of me. Now I was balancing on my feet, my hands were now on
Peter's hairy, muscular calves with my finger tips on the edge of his
soft woollen socks. I lowered myself more and I felt his pelvis against
me; he was fully inside of me.

I slowly moved my hips up and down, going further with each movement. I
felt Peter's hands rubbing my back as I continued, now building speed.
The sensational pleasure was unreal to me and it was impossible! I was so
into it, I felt so in control of our sex and the feeling of Peter's hard
shaft inside of me was beyond my expectations of sexual ecstasy.

I gingerly laid back against my lover, feeling the softness of his
turtleneck sweater and then his strong arms wrapping around my chest.
Peter reached up with on of his hand and toyed with my turtleneck collar
as he began to kiss on my ear.

I relaxed into him and felt him push further inside of me. I straighten
on leg, and then the other and I relaased control of our sex to my lover,
to my Peter. I reached back with one hand and began to play with Peter's
thick wool turtleneck collar as he played with mine. He began to thrust
and pul back with his hips His breathing grew more hurried, more intense
as his sexual pleasure built up. He was pounding me with abandon, forcing
my body to bounce to his rhythm. Noise was escaping me, almost feminine
moans of primal carnal pleasure that I had no control over.

Peter was moaning with a deeper rumble, a man's sound. We could hear the
slapping of his hips into my cheeks and I felt his arms squeeze me
tighter and tighter and he stopped with a deep gasp and a long satisfying
moan. At that moment I felt a surge of warmth inside of me and I knew
Peter had cum inside of me. I joined him in that moan of sexual
satisfaction, even though my own penis had only slightly stiffened in our
sex. Peter's body felt like it had deflated and Ifeel deeper into him.

I picked up his arms and laid them across me and I snuggled the side of
my face into his soft turtleneck collar and moaned happily. I could still
feel him inside of him, and I felt his penis slacken and get smaller and
smaller. It finally slid out of me and I cannot even say in words how
amazing that felt.

Peter was still breathing heavily and I could feel his heart racing from
the excitement and rush of his orgasm. `Oh wow,' he breathed. `Oh man,
that was fucking amazing! How did it feel for you babe?'

`I loved it, Peter, I want to do it again so bad! Look at my socks,' I
giggled and lifted my leg. Despite being bucked and tossed while Peter
pounded me, my slouch socks were only ever so slightly slouched.

`I love you Alan,' whispered Peter and his began kissing me.

`I love you Peter...'