I took Peter's hand and pulled him into the house. My free-swinging penis, so hard from my desire for Peter, pressed against his dark blue jeans. I could feel his rock hard penis through the denim. Peter's strong arms took me and pressed me into the soft mohair wool of his turtleneck sweater, and he kissed me hungerly all over my turtleneck collar. The energy between us was purely sexual and carnal. Our desire for physical pleasure from our turtlenecks and homosexuality overtook us!
We half-stumbled up the stairs to my bedroom. Peter shocked me by picking me up as we entered my room and practically throwing me onto my bed. I landed hard and bounced hard. Looking down, I felt my turtleneck collar press into my jaw, a feeling of great sensuality. I got even more excited by looking how I landed on my bed. My denim skirt was flipped up, exposing my slender and stiff shaft. My legs were open and my knees bent as if inviting Peter to take me. One of my socks had slouched during our making out, the stairs and being thrown on the bed. Seeing myself, and knowing how feminine I looked in my pink turtleneck and my makeup and nail polish and seeing my boyfriend standing tall in front of me in his blue mohair turtleneck sweater caused the tip of my penis to glisten with precum.
Peter hurriedly kicked his boots off and stripped is briefs and jeans, exposing his own long and strong erect penis. The image of him standing naked but for his turtleneck sweater and gray ribbed wool socks was the most pornographic sight imaginable. How much I love him I cannot even say, he is my everything! I would do anything for him for his pleasure!
Peter looked as if he was entranced as he walked over to the bed. `You look so fucking hot, babe,' he breathed with that husky voice that extreme sexual excitement brings out.
He suddenly grabbed my socked ankles and pulled me down my bed so that my hips were off the bed and then he spun me around, making me lay on my belly on the bed but my legs where standing loosely on the floor.
I gasped with surprise and delight with being thrown around like this. It was so erotic being dominated! I heard Peter get on his knees and his hands spread my cheeks and he started licking my hole with reckless abandon. `Ooooh,yeah, do me baby,' I moaned with ecstasy, rubbing my pink turtleneck collar. My knees were shaking and my pleasure went to another level when I felt Peter massaging my pink slouch socks, pushing them down and pulling them up again.
Peter moaned and I could here him stroking his penis as he ate my hole. We were both moaning without constraining ourselves from the erotic pleasure and excitement from our sex. It was unbelievable!
Abruptly Peter's attention to my hole stopped and stood next to me. I instinctively knew what he wanted from me. I slid off the bed and down to my knees and face to face with his beautiful engorged penis. I eagerly took him into my mouth and took great pleasure from the taste and fullness of his hard shaft in mouth and the pleasure I was about to give him. I rubbed my fingers over Peter's hairy thighs as I sucked on him, breathing in the masculine scent of his pubic hairs. My whole bódy was rocking back and forth. I traced my fingers down his hair thighs, over his knees and down his hairy muscular calves and rested them on the thick gray wool of his socks.
I looked up at my darling Peter. He was watching me suck on him, and I loved how the thick collar of his blue Fair Isle mohair turtleneck looked, pressed down my Peter's angular jaw and chin line. He reached down and rubbed the back of my pink turtleneck collar with one hand while his other was rubbing over his sweatered chest.
Peter then reached down and took my by my armpits and I started to stand but Peter threw me roughly onto my bed again. I fell into my bad as I had been before, my belly on the bed and my knees bent some to stand of the floor. That was exhilarating! Being thrown around like that in my pink turtleneck, skirt and socks and sucking on his penis!
I could see movement out of the corner of my eye and I heard Peter lubing himself from the bottle that I left on the tall dark wooden dresser by the door. I knew what was coming and I could feel myself shaking from excitement. I subconsciously spread my legs to make it easier for Peter to enter me.
I felt pressure from Peter's finger and the cool gel of the lube on my hole as Peter prepared me for his entry. I was so ready for him! `Do me baby, I need you so bad,' I moaned, attempting to feminize my plea for him.
`Oh yeah,' groaned Peter as he pressed the head of his penis against me. He is such a good lover! He took his time pushing his penis into me. Bit by bit the fullness I craved was getting more and more until he was finally in. Peter leaned over me and pressed his turtleneck sweatered body onto me. My arms were akimbo in front of me, with the cuffs of the sleeves of my pink turtleneck slipped back on my wrists, a very effeminate turtleneck gay boy about to be dominated by his masculine turtleneck gay lover.
Peter took my hand as he began to thrust in and out of. He slipped his other hand under my arm and took hold of my turtleneck as his excitement grew. He was going faster now, I could feel the full length of his penis move inside of me, it was like it was on fire! My body was shaking uncontrollably and primal sounds of sexual glory erupted from deep witchin me!
`Oh yeah baby, oh Peter fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me in my turtleneck!'
Masculine sexual grunts and groans filled my ear and felt Peter's sweatered body press harder against me as he drove himself in and out, deeper into me. The sensation and sound of his hairy balls sleapping against me drove me even deeper into a sexual unearthly experience!
Fuck me, fuck me hard, oh yeah, oh yeah, don't stop, don't stop,' I moaned. Oh yeah, kiss my turtleneck baby, just like that...Oh wow, oh, don't stop, don't stop...'
Our sex was a wild frenzy now, and the slapping sound of Peter ramming me was enthralling! Oh, being fucked like this in our turtlenecks and socks was too much now, it was too much! But I never wanted him to stop pounding me, it felt so good to be fucked, to be fucked by this masculine turtleneck boy I love so much!
Peter slipped out of me I felt him take my shoulder and he dragged me to the ground onto my back. Suddenly hot gobs to thick creamy cum hit me in the face and Peter was kneeling over me, holding this hairy balls in his hand as cum eruption after cum eruption spewed from the throbbing head of his long, hard pens. My body was positively humming as Peter came all over my face and marking my pink turtleneck with his cum. I licked the cum around my lips and moaned with the delight of my lover's pleasure and his sexual gratification.
But Peter was not finished. He scrambled for the lube and stroked my slackened penis bringing me back into sexual ecstasy. It was not long because between knowing I wearing a cum-stained pink turtleneck and my pink slouch socks were slouched all the way down from being sexually dominated and Peter looking so gorgeous in his blue Fair Isle mohair turtleneck sweater, how could I last long?
It was the final move that made the orgasm incredible. `Oh yeah, I'm Cummins,' I moaned, my body squirming from the explosion that was about to happen. Peter reached down and squeezed my nude hairless balls and then lifted my hips, which made me cum all over my turtleneck! Unlike Peter, my orgasm was a steady stream of cum that sprayed all over my turtlenecked belly and my skirt. Peter suddenly took me into his mouth, sucking my so dry that my penis shrank in his mouth as he let it slip out between his soft lips.
I couldn't move. I didn't want to either. I was fully aware of everything my body felt. I completely felt the comfort and snugness of my pink turtleneck collar. I felt the sleeves of my turtleneck pulled back on my wrists. I felt the warm and wetness of Peter's and my cum on my face, on my turtleneck collar, and all over my turtnenecked chest and belly. I felt the quivering off my legs and how my socked feet were still in my black Mary Janes.
Peter was sitting next to me, leaning back on his hands. I moved my hand so that it would rest on the soft wool of his gray wool socks. He was catching his breath and I was sated looking at him: the small mole on his cheek, his slightly bent nose, the way his turtleneck collar fit so perfectly around his neck and how it worked with his hair to frame his handsome face. His leg hair, which I find so attractive as well as the bush surrounding his perfect penis.
That was amazing,' he murmured after a moment. Oh man you look so hot in a skirt and turtleneck. And your socks,' he winked and lifted his hand to massage my fully slouched pink sock.
Yeah,' I whispered, still in recovery from the intensity of my orgasm. I liked that, like, how you, I don't know, like, threw me on the bed. It was hot.'
`I don't know what happened there, but seeing you in your skirt and your turtleneck, I felt so turned on I couldn't really control myself,' said Peter, rubbing the collar of his turtleneck. He does that sometimes when he thinks about things. I love it when he does that.
Gathering up my strength I got up and sat on my knees in front of Peter and smoothed out my skirt. At least as best as I could because of all the cum on it. I leaned in and kissed Peter wetly and our tongues danced. I reached up and massaged the soft blue mohair of his turtleneck collar. `Mmmm, I guess I'll have to wear a skirt more often then.'
We both giggled at that, but I was serious. If dressing up in turtleneck outfits like this made Peter want to completely sexually dominate me, then I'd do it all day every day.
`Let's go take a shower, sweetie. As much as I love your cum on my turtleneck, its a little sticky right now.'
Peter smiled and we got up. `It really gets me off when I cum on your turtleneck. It's so hot.'
I laughed. `You can cum however you want with me, honey.'
We went into the bathroom and, aside from the awkward minute of putting my chair back, we stripped naked in front of each other. I marveled that this was the first time we'd actually been completely naked with each other and I have to say, Peter did not disappoint. His chest and arms, like his legs and penis, had a perfect amount of light brown hair. He had a sexy treasure trail down his belly and I was really attracted to his abs. I just hoped my nudity would pass the test for him.
`You are beautiful,' I wihisptered as I ran my hands down his hairy chest and stomach. His pecs and abs were firm and well defined.
We kissed each other as Peter moved his hands over my own body. Feeling him, his skin and smelling his scent was so natural for me now. And to think just a few months ago I hated the fact that I'm gay! This is just so perfect and it feels so good! I was well aware that the soreness I felt after our first anal experience was much less this time. I was a little sore but nothing like the last time.
We showered together, and took turns soaping each other up and washing off. I was careful not to get my face wet as to not mess up my makeup. After showering we dried each off. It took a while to shower and dry off between the constant touching and kissing and being silly with each other.
Peter dressed back into this blue mohair Fair Isle turtleneck sweater. I loved watching him put it on and I got horny watching his head come out of his turtleneck collar. It was probably the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
As Peter pulled his jeans over his navy briefs and his gray wool ribbed socks, I dressed myself in my maroon turtleneck, my crimson panties, and light gray leggings and dark red slouch socks. I pulled my socks all the way up and then put my Mary Janes back on. I think they are so cute with my socks.
You should slouch your socks babe,' said Peter. It looks better that way.'
I beamed at that, Peter was giving me permission to slouch my socks for him! `Do you want to slouch my socks, Peter?'
Peter laughed and kneeled down and slouched my socks the height he liked, which was half way down my calves so that you could see all the slouches in my socks. He patted my butt and kissed me. We held hands and walked down the stairs so that I could make my man dinner.
`Why don't you watch something on TV while I make dinner, okay?'
`You sure?'
`Don't be silly, I'll let you know when I'm done.'
I am not an amazing cook by any standards at all. But I kind of like doing it and making dinner for Peter made me really like it. I glanced at him often as I cut up mushrooms and onions and so on for our omelettes, which I would say was my speciality. He looked so cute in his turtleneck sweater and insanely hot at the same time. I could feel my penis grow looking at him, and I was again so thankful for being gay!
We at dinner at our little table, laughing and hearing about his day at school and mine at home.
`You look really good in girl clothes Alan.'
`Well, I would blush but I think I do too, Peter. I need more but I want to dress up more for you if that's what you want.'
Peter did blush and said, `I mean, only if you like it.'
`I do, but I want to do it more because you like it.'
We talked about it more and the more we talked, the more excited we got about our new definitions of our relationship. I was especially excited to dress up for Peter but Peter was clear he wanted me to not look too feminine, he wanted to date a boy not a girl. But the idea of me having a feminized haircut, wearing my makeup and wearing feminine clothes and turtlenecks and socks were really exciting for him. Me as well, and more so since it made my man happy.
My man. My lover. My Peter.
We had managed to squeeze onto my recliner pressing against each other and holding each other and kissing and grinding on each other. We were so hard for each other and if mom hadn't gotten home I was going to beg him to fuck me again. My desire for Peter has no limits, especially Peter in a turtleneck sweater!
`Oh, Peter, your here. I guess you are accepting of Alan's crossdressing?'
Peter and I weren't embarrassed at all anymore being intimate. We were not going to get off the recliner with any sort of grace or hide the fact we'd been making out. `Hi Mrs...Barbara.'
We awkwardly clambered out of the recliner.
I suppose a sofa would be better for you two,' said mom, bemused as she dumped her purse and the bag she carried her lunch or dinner in. So, Peter, I really don't mean to be rude but I am quite tired and I'm sure you and Alan have plans tomorrow.'
Peter nodded with understanding. `Good night Barbara.'
`Good night Peter. Here, give me a hug.'
Mom gave Peter a hug and a peck on the cheek. I could hear her whisper in his ear `...made my son so happy,..' and Peter blushed.
I ran upstairs to get Peter's boots and jacket. Mom noticed but said nothing. I then walked Peter to the door and we kissed and hugged each other goodnight. `I love you, Peter.'
`I love you too Alan. Let's go out for lunch tomorrow. Pick you up at noon?'
`Yeah, that sounds great.'
Mom was sitting at the table when I closed the door.
`Alan, we need to talk.' Her voice was not as jovial as it was with Peter.
`Okay,' I said innocently.