Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2023 09:37:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: "queerturtleneck@yahoo.com" <queerturtleneck@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Turtleneck Tales, Chapter 8

`Peter! Peter! We're home! Is Alan still here? Peter are you here?'


We were jerked awake by Mrs. Walker's sudden announcement. We were
laying in Peter's bed. Peter was sleeping on his back, the way his jaw
pushed down his thick turtleneck collar was so erotic to me. I was
snuggled into him, my arm and leg draped over him. Unfortunately we
didn't have time to recognize and enjoy our nap and have more sex.


`Shit, get up!' Peter's whisper was more like a quiet shout. I jumped
out of bed, immediately followed by Peter.


I moaned with discomfort as I moved to the bathroom to get my jeans and
panties on. I heard Peter calling out that we'd be out in just a minute
and the sounds of him pulling his chinos on. I gathered my panties and
slipped them on, tore off my slouch socks and struggled with my jeans. I
need to get better jeans! My hole was so sore though, it made everything
more difficult. The warmth of our sex stayed with me though, so whatever
this was was surely temporary and so worth it! The primal part of my
brain was screaming for more sex!


Peter was in the living room, Mrs. Walker standing in front of him with
her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. She was dressed in a gray
pantsuit. `...two doing,' she was asking Peter rhetorically.


Peter mumbled something but that clearly did not satisfy Mrs. Walker.


I was in such a good mood and felt so light on my feet from the sex I had
with Peter. I thought I had gotten to being very accepting of being gay
but now I felt incredible thankful to be a homosexual. I didn't think it
was physically possible at this exact moment, but I craved Peter's penis
in my hole again. The pleasure from our sex was still radiating through
me and I didn't want that feeling to go away.


`Hi Mrs. Walker!'


`Alan, I need you two to sit down on the sofa. That is a very cute
outfit, by the way,' she said, sternly at first but she couldn't help
but smile. I was wearing my jeans tucked into my slouch socks gain.


`Peter thinks so too. I think this is going to be a more permanent look
for me.'


Peter winked at me with a sly smile. I just can't get over the fact that
my boyfriend has such a big turtleneck fetish like me and how incredible
he looks in his turtleneck sweaters. I could totally blow him right now
in front of his mom and the world and I woiuldn't care! Get it control
Alan.


We sat down on the sofa, and I made sure I was leaning into my boyfriend,
possively. Mrs .Walker sat the armchair adjacent.


`Listen, you two, and this is the last time I'm going to say this. I
just so glad our guest hasn't arrived yet and neither has your father. I
know you were having sex. I'm quite sure our neighbors, if they were
home, could hear you two. We know you are sexually active but we don't
want to know when you are doing it, understand?'


Peter and I nodded in understanding.


`And you will not do it again when me or your father are home.'


We nodded again.


`Good. Alan, your mother will be here any minute. You two need to clean
the bedroom.'


Mom came for dinner and our parents together our coming out at school. I
think my mom was the most relieved when I told her how much of a little
deal it actually was. I didn't tell her about Jessica Barlow and the
scene at lunch because it really didn't bother me. We laughed at
Peter's stories of two girls who are really mad at him now for being gay
as they had planned to ask him out. I don't know why but that made me
even more attracted to my boyfriend.


I love saying that: my boyfriend, no one else's. I was excited about
going to school on Monday, holding his hand and everyone knowing that
he's mine, my beautiful, masculine turtleneck-loving boyfriend.


Dinner passed, then desert and coffee for the adults. We hadn't yet
acquired the taste of it. Mom and the Walkers seemed to get on very well.
I was a little surprised in a way to be honest, considering the Walkers
are atheists. Mom is a real Christian I always felt, and the way she was
okay with her only child being a homosexual kind of proved that. I think
its because we go to a universalist church.


At the end of dinner Mom and I left. I didn't feel awkward in the
slightest kissing my boyfriend goodbye in front of everyone. I think
Peter did but I can't help being physically affectionate to him. If I
could, I would have stayed the night with him or had him come home with
us so we could hold each other and kiss and everything. And sex of
course, lots of more sex! Alas, I had to be content with masturbation. I
was still sore, not as much, but I didn't want to mess with a sex toy.


Unfortunately the rest of the weekend was a bit of a bust. Peter called
and said that his parents thought we should cool it for a little while
and I couldn't come over. I still wasn't super comfortable with him
coming to my house. We met each other for lunch at an Italian place not
too far from home. Peter picked me up in his new (well, new to us anyway)
Volvo and it was our first drive together.


Peter wore his light gray cableknit turtleneck sweater, stonewashed blue
jeans and his usual brown boots. I was in my new normal outfit, which
meant I would need to do more shopping in order to keep it up. I wore my
white turtleneck underneath a light gray sweatshirt, my skinny jeans
tucked into my white slouch socks. I felt so good dressing like this and
I knew Peter thought it was cute and I would do anything to make him
happy.


I guess, in way, it was our first actual date. We talked and laughed and
I had a wonderful time with him. We walked around the neighborhood the
restaurant was in, holding hands and being in love generally. Aside from
a hot make out session in the car when he picked me up, it was not a
sexual day for us. And,strangely, it was fine. It was really fine until
he dropped me off at home. Then it was much less fine because I missed
him. I asked if he could stay but he had to be home by five, so he was
already running late.


I was sitting with mom watching TV after dinner with her when I paused
the DVR. I had been thinking about this for a little while and I don't
know why I didn't feel weird about it. Clearly I was not the same person
I was just a few months ago. Coming out and having a someone that I knew
loves me and accepts me for who I am made me feel confident in myself and
what I wanted.


`Mom, I'm going to start crossdressing.'


Mom took her reading glasses off and rubbed the lenses on her fluffy pink
robe sleeve. `Okay, wait, what?'


`I'm going to crossdress.'


`Alan, this is, just give me a minute. Where is this coming from? Do you
want to be a girl?' Mom looked flustered and fidgeted with her glasses.


I shook my head. `No, I'm not, like, wanting to be a girl or anything
like that. I mean, look how I'm dressed, Mom. I like this look, and so
does Peter. And, I just don't think it looks good enough without, you
know, more.'


Mom stared at me for a full minute. I got suddenly worried that I may
have overstepped. I mean, maybe it was a little quick after telling her
I'm gay, I have a boyfriend and that I'm having sex.


`I'm really confused about this Alan. I understand you and Peter, and I
can see why you like him. But, this, this is too much right now. I mean,
are trying to look like a woman?'


`No mom,' I said, trying hard to keep the exasperation I felt out of my
voice. `I'm, like, I want to wear a little bit of make up I think, you
know, like nail polish and stuff. I mean, I've kind of started already.
My socks are girls' socks, my turtlenecks are basically unisex.'


`Is this what you want or what Peter wants?' Mom was getting upset, I
could tell but I was already into it and I couldn't just back off now.
If I did, then I'd have to sneak around and I didn't want to do that.


`No mom, I want to.'


`I guess I had to suspect when you bought your socks and how you were
dressed at the Walkers. I don't like it Alan. I don't know if I'll get
used to it or not but I am not happy with this at all. It's not about
you being gay, Alan. I've suspected that for a long time. Maybe I'm an
old lady and not with the times but, what's the use? I know your going
to to do it any way. I'll think about it tonight and tell you tomorrow
morning.'


`Mom...'


`Alan, I'm tired and I don't want to talk about it anymore tonight.
I'll think about it and let you know tomorrow.'


That night Peter and I sexted with each other, talking about he was going
to fuck me again like we did on Friday and that I better be ready. That
brought a satisfying result of cum all over man white turtleneck. I
licked it, imagining it was Peter's cum in my mouth. The idea of him
penetrating me was intoxicating! I needed a dildo something bad because,
while the butt plug felt good, it wasn't enough at all. I needed that
sensation of pushing and pulling. I just need to figure out how to get
one without mom knowing. I looked them up and was dismayed, thinking how
my meager allowance would not afford me to get a good one.


I woke up the next morning and started getting ready for church. I
usually don't wear a turtleneck, its a chinos and tie day, or at least
morning for there. The idea of wearing a turtleneck, and my slouch socks
tucked into my skinny jeans turned me on so bad though. I love that look
so much! It was so erotic, so gay and so me. And the smile that it gave
Peter made it just perfect. I would do anything he wanted me to do just
for that kind of smile from him.


Mom was drinking her coffee when I came down from my bedroom. She was in
her typical church attire: a dark colored dress with matching tights. Her
hair was pulled back into a bun. In the chair next to her was her duffle
bag with her scrubs and nursing shoes.


`Good morning, honey. Do you want me to make you scrambled eggs or an
omelette?'


Okay, good, she seems to be a good mood. That or the hammer is going to
come down and she's lulling me into safety.


`An omelelte would be great,* I said, getting orange juice from the
refrigerator.


Mom started making my omelette as I opened my book. I really do like
reading, I just have a habit of forgetting to stop. I had fallen very
much out of the habit since Peter and I got together.


`So I thought about what you told me last night Alan. I'm going to let
you spend $200. But it stays home, okay? I don't want you going out like
that and if this gets serious, like you start thinking you might be a
transsexual, you will tell me.'


I couldn't stop myself from feeling and nodded. `I will mom, but I'm
not confused or anything. I definitely a boy.' A gay boy that is, I
added in my head.


After church, mom dropped me off at home and i practically raced upstairs
to change. Since mom was out for the day and I couldn't see Peter due to
restriction because we had the gall to have sex with each other. The
thoughts of Peter in his white mohair turtleneck sweater and his long,
hard penis excited me ever so much!


I stripped off my church clothes and got into the shower. It took a while
to shave but I shaved my body hair clean: chest, hands, legs, my feet and
around my penis and balls and my anus.


I was shaking as I pulled out my pink turtleneck and pink slouch socks.
Matching this were my gold panties. That was my outfit for the day, at
least until mom came back from work tonight. I felt so cute and I loved
seeing my hard penis straining against the faux-satin of my panties. I
looked at myself in the full-length mirror behind my door and posed in
different ways, loving how I looked in my pink turtleneck and socks. I
decided not ot slouch my socks, That was not my place. They would slouch
themselves as I wore them. But really, it was Peter's place to play with
my socks if he wanted to, or the result of me on my knees sucking on his
penis or being penetrated by him.


These thoughts made a bit of precum leak through the front of my panties.
`Oh Alan, you are such a naughty gay boy,' I giggled. `A naughty gay
turtleneck boy.'


Now it was time for serious business. To my dismay, between the clothes I
wanted, the shoes and the make up, $200 was not going to go very far. I
spent a large part of the day alternating between researching the best
budget brand make up, sexting with Peter and watching make out tutorials
on YouTube.


My Amazon basket was less than I hoped but I was able to get a fair
amount for just under $200. I thought mom was being as supportive as she
could and two hundred was very generous of her. That probably meant
reduced allowance or something but I'll take it.

I bought a three pack of leggings, which had black, navy and light gray
leggings. I bought a makeup kit that wasn't so expensive. I bought a
pair of black loafers which had a chunky sole that a lot of girls were
wearing at school. I also bought a denim skirt. Adding to that was the
most expensive item, a laser hair remover. I watched several videos and
if I was going to have the look I wanted, the extreme manscaping I was
going to have to go through was going to be tiresome and take too long.


I was so giddy about my purchases and my excitement for dressing, with
permission, how I wanted. All I really needed was to do something about
my hair. I looked online to see styles but I figured this would have to
wait. But, i wet my hair down and brushed it forward and added a little
of mom's hairspray. White I was at it, I took mom's nail polish bag and
I added some of her more neutral lipstick. I then painted my nails a pink
that was close to my turtleneck and socks' color.


Between my turtleneck outfit, chats with Peter, doing my hair and makeup,
my shopping and walking around in a bit of feminine way around the house
my sexual arousal was out of control! I went back to my room to watching
myself in the full length mirror. I looked so cute in turtleneck, my
slouch socks and my panties, my penís so hard and straining against the
satin and the wet spots from my precum turned me on so much! I reached
down and stroked my hard penis against the satin of my panties and
shuddered and moaned loudly with sexual delight as my hot creamy cum
stained and leaked through my panties, dropping onto the carpet.


I stumbled and collapsed on my bed, panting from the rush of sexual
excitement. My panties were warm and sticky from my cum. I spread my legs
and carressed my shrinking penis, feeling the cum. With my other hand I
wsa rubbing my pink turtleneck collar. I reached up with my hand and
licked my cum, pretending it was Peter's. I love the taste and texture
of cum now, it is so sensuous even after my orgasm! I quietly dozed for a
good hour.


Eventually I did get up, washed myself and put on a fresh pari of
panties. I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening playing World of
Warcraft with Ricky, Tom and Mark. It was fun playing with them again,
and I felt so natural now. It was a crazy revelation that I was still me
in so many ways and so new in others. Only when mom was about to come
home from work did I put on my pajama pants, but I kept my pink
turtleneck and socks on (though I slouched them down for pajamas) and my
makeup.


`Huh, okay, you got into my makeup, Alan,' said mom as she came in as I
was cleaning my dinner. She took my hand and looked it over and looked
more closely at my lips.  `I would prefer that you not in the future,
but you didn't do too badly.'


I didn't blush and I wasn't embarrassed at all. In fact I was thrilled
by the compliment! `Thanks mom, I got my own so don't worry.'


Mom nodded and kissed me on my cheek. `I know. I'm tired and I'm going
to bed now. Good night sweetie, and pink looks good on you.'


I spent the night talking on the phone video chatting with Peter as best
we could. I sent him pictures of me in my cute turtleneck, socks and
panties, my lipsticked lips and nails. He responded with pictures of him
in his light blue cableknit turtleneck stroking himself and a video of
him cumming. I watched it over and over before falling asleep.


Monday I toned it down for mom's sake, though I had plans of going to
school all made up and feminine. Instead, it was my green turtleneck,
skinning jeans tucked into my green slouch socks and a white hoodie over
my turtleneck. March was still winter and we wouldn't get warm really
until May. Cleveland isn't the worst place in the world but I can't see
myself living here for the rest of my life at all. That being said,
turtleneck season is eight months long so that is not too bad at all.
Maybe when we finish school Peter and I can find a job that keeps us in
winter in the northern hemisphere and go somewhere cold for the winter in
the southern hemisphere!


Peter wasn't wearing a turtleneck, which was disappointing. But he is
still super hot and I love him so much. We walked into school holding
hands and gave each other a kiss as we parted for classes. The school has
a pretty strict PDA policy unfortunately.


After school and practice we walked to Peter's house, arm in arm. It was
my idea and it felt so good to walk with him that way. Peter's dad was
home sick so getting busy was not possible, in the house anyway. We snuck
into the garage where we started making out like crazy! Oh it felt so
good to have Peter's lips on mine, feeling his muscular body press
against me and feeling his sexual excitement rub against mine. Feeling
his fingers knead and massage my turtleneck collar made me shake with
excitement!


`Mmmm, suck me baby,' breathed Peter into my ear. Like I needed to be
told!


I kissed Peter's neck, then his chest through his navy sweatshirt, down
to his abs and finally kissing his straining bulge through his jeans as I
worked the button loose and pulling them off his hips. I continued making
out with his hard and now twitching penis through the white cotton of his
briefs. I loved the masculine smell of him, it was so ntoxicating!


Peter gasped with pleasure as I freed his gorgeous hard penis from his
briefs. I licked the length of his shaft before taking his hairy balls
into my mouth. I love how my turtleneck feels when I am pleasuring Peter,
and I love how his pubic hair feels on my face and in my mouth. I
strokied his shaft as I sucked on his balls, my free hand resting on his
hairy, muscular thigh.


After a bit I took my mouth off I his balls and took him into my mouth. I
knew it wouldn't be long before I got my reward. I was so excited by the
feeling my turtleneck collar as I opened my mouth to take him in mouth
mouth and I sucked him passionately, taking him completely in my mouth
and pleasuring his tip with my tongue. I had my hand on his shaft,
stroking him with my mouth and the other hand resting on his balls.


Peter was leaning against the wall, thrusting his hips forward. He was
holding his mouth with one hand, trying to keep quiet as I blew him.
Suddenly he grunted deeply and his body started to shake and buck.


His cum filled my mouth; hot, creamy and so yummy! He kept cumming and
cumming as he thrusted his pens into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I
could, trying to enjoy the sensation before a new flood of cum came in. I
moaned as I swallowed, keeping him in my mouth like a good boyfriend.


Finally Peter was spent and he leaned heavily against the wall, catching
his breath. I gently pulled his briefs back up before kissing his limp
penis as a thank you. I then pulled his jeans up to his hips and
re-buttoned them and gently and cafefully zipping them up. I pulled
myself up Peter, using his thighs and arms as a ladder. I pressed my lips
on to him and kissed him wildly, and opening my mouth to give him some of
my treasure, sharing his cum on our mouths as we kissed.


Peter wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me and pulling me into him. I
wrapped my arms around his neck and massaged his hair as continued
kissing. My hips were grinding on him now, my straining penis humping his
crotch.



`Turn around, Alan,' commanded Peter in a stage whisper.


I obeyed, and Peter pulled me back into him and I leaned my body into his
chest. Peter's hand, shaking, reached down and unbutton my jeans and,
with some effort, shimmied them down my hips along with my panties. He
grabbed my penis and started stroking me, slowly a couple of times and
then with reckless abandon! He had his other arm around my chest which I
held onto  as my body shook and quivered from excitement. Peter started
kissing my turtleneck collar wetly and passionately. It was so erotic and
turned me on like crazy my orgasm exploded out of me!


`Tell me when you're about to cum,' mumbled Peter between kisses.  I
could smell the cum on his breath. `Let me know when you're gonna
cum...'


`I'm cumming Peter, Ohhhhhh,' I moaned, keeping my lips tight to not
be too loud.


Peter's hand came off my penis and grabbed and jerked up my crimson
panties just in time to catch my orgasm. He rubbed the satin of my
panties all over my tip which made me make a high pitched noise from
don't where from the insane erotic sensation!


If I wasn't leaning against Peter I would have fallen on the floor, my
body was that lax and limp. I fell into my boyfriend who wrapped his
strong arms around my chest. I looked up at him and he kissed me, not out
of carnal erotic passion this time but it was a loving kiss.


`I love you Alan,* he said, and I love how he says those simple four
words.


`I love you Peter, I love you so much!'


I think that must have been quite a sight of me leaning fully into Peter,
in my green turtleneck andmy jeans tucked into my cute slouch socks,
jeans at my thighs and my crimson panties stained dark with my cum.


I reluctantly struggled to get up but I wasn't supposed to be there and
mom was probably going to ask where I'd been. I wasn't going to tell
her the whole truth, just that Peter and I hung out after practice for al
title while. I figured I'd omit the fact that I gave my boyfriend the
blow job he deserved and he pleasured me into oblivion with a handjob.
Oh, and that I think I might be addicted to gay sex! Gay turtleneck sex
that is.


`Come home with me on Friday. Mom has a late shift so we can be alone. I
need you to fuck me again.'


Peter smiled and nodded eagerly. `Yeah, okay. Hey, if mom and dad are
out late I'll let you know. I've been thinking about that all weekend,
and yesterday, watching you in that pink turtleneck, man all I could
think of was fucking you all day!'


`Mmm, you naughty boy,* I laughed!


When I got home mom was annoyed but understood me wantíng to hand out
with Peter. I couldn't wait till Friday! I already knew what I was going
to wear.