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...'