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