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!