Logan Collins began to deliver newspapers when he was thirteen years old.  His territory extended almost a mile from his home in the Borough of Queens, NY, and everyone on his street was a customer.  He used all his charm to sign them up and they could not refuse him.  He was more reliable than the post office.  No matter how bad the weather was, he always found a way to deliver his papers.  On top of all that, and a busy school schedule, Logan cut lawns in the summer months, and shoveled driveways in the winter.

His house was the last one on the street so he only had two next door neighbors; Richard Haber and Douglas Taylor shared the house next door.  They told everyone that they were half-brothers, but nobody was fooled.  They were a gay couple and that was that.  Before he was old enough to realize the nature of their relationship, Logan asked his father one day why he and mom socialized with everyone on the street, but they never socialized with the brothers who lived next door.

His father answered vaguely.  “Just because you are neighbors, doesn’t mean you have to be friends.”

Logan always began his deliveries at the far end of his territory.  The last house he delivered to (besides his own) was the one next door.  In the beginning, Logan had no idea that the two men who lived there were a gay couple, but by the time he was fourteen, he knew full well that they were lovers and life partners.  When he was fifteen, he was trying to figure out how to seduce them.  By that time, Logan had reluctantly accepted the fact that he, and the ‘brothers’ next door, played for the same team.

Rich and Doug were in their early thirties, and they were both beautiful in Logan’s eyes.  They actually resembled each other enough so that they really could have been brothers.  They were both 5’11” with brown hair, hazel eyes, square chins, dynamite bodies, and Logan created a picture of what they looked like down there.  He pictured them both cut, very hefty, about 5” flaccid and 8” hard.  That’s youthful fantasy for you.  They were both uncut, 4” flaccid and 7” hard.  Close enough!

Logan himself was growing up to be quite a hunk.  At fifteen he was already 6’1” tall.  He had ash blond hair, and blue eyes.  He had begun to work out as much as time allowed, and he was beginning to show results for his efforts.  He didn’t know, of course, but his cut cock was the exact same size as Rich and Doug.  He also didn’t know that Rich and Doug considered him to be very high up on the eye candy scale.  They would never act on it, but both of them pictured taking Logan into their bed.  They had no idea that he was gay, and that he had the same dream.

Once a week as he delivered his papers, he stopped off at each household to collect his ‘wages.’  He always arrived at Rich and Doug last, and tried to engage them in conversation.  His favorite trick in the winter was to pretend to be freezing to death.  They would invite him in while they were getting his money.  More often than not they asked him if he would like a cup of hot chocolate.  He always accepted.

One beautiful day in late May, Logan rang their doorbell to collect his fee.  Doug opened the door, and Logan did a double take.  The usually handsome man looked like hell.  His eyes were all red and bloodshot, and he looked like he had been crying.  Logan did not wait for an invitation.  He barged right in.  After all, one of his fantasy lovers was in deep distress.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Haber?” he asked.  “If it has anything to do with your relationship with Mr. Taylor, you can tell me.”

“What do you mean my relationship with Rich?”

“I know you two guys pretend to be brothers, but the whole street knows that you’re partners.”

Doug slumped.  “I should have known,” he mumbled.

“So what’s wrong?” Logan persisted.

Doug took his hand and led him into the living room.  He motioned for him to sit on the sofa.  Finally he took a deep breath, and said, “First of all, please call me Doug.  When you call me Mr. Haber, it makes me feel really old.”  Logan smiled at him.

“The reason I look like this is that I’ve been crying.  Rich and I have been together for nearly ten years.  Yesterday he dropped a bombshell.  He told me that he was moving to Washington State.  He was offered a terrific position with Microsoft.

“I told him that I would move with him, and he said that he would prefer that I didn’t.  We had gotten together at such a young age, he felt he had never sown his wild oats, and that’s what he wanted to do.”

Logan panicked.  “Are you going to move away?” he asked, afraid of the answer.

“We don’t own this house; we rent it with an option to buy.  I don’t want to do anything hastily.  I have choices.  I can afford to continue to rent on my own; I could exercise the option, or I could move.  I don’t want to make a decision too quickly.”

“When will Mr. Taylor be moving out?”

“He’s out.  He moved in with his brother until he leaves for Seattle.”

Logan had been sitting, and Doug had been standing during his little speech.  Logan stood up, put his arms around Doug, and laid his cheek on Doug’s.  He could feel Doug’s tears, and the two men quickly separated.

During the next two weeks, everything seemed to return to normal.  Doug went to work every day, and returned home about 6 PM.  It did not appear that he was seeking out any kind of social life.  Logan continued to deliver his newspapers, and collect his fees.  The only thing that changed was that Logan called Doug, “Doug,” and not Mr. Haber.

One Friday morning in June, Doug picked up his newspaper at the front door.  When he unfolded it, a piece of paper fell out.  It was a handwritten note which read:

Dear Doug:  My folks have gone to a wedding in Phoenix.  They will be away until a week from tomorrow morning.  My kid brother went to my grandparents.  I’m on my own until next week.  I’m coming over tonight.  Don’t even argue, and you better open the door for me, or I’ll make a scene for the whole neighborhood to hear.  Just so there is no mistaking my motive, I love you.  Logan

Doug was shocked and titillated at the same time.  His fantasy was going to come true.  He was going to make love to Logan this evening.  Thinking about it, he grew frightened.  Logan was jail bait.  What if his parents found out?  No!  Logan would never tell his parents.  He wasn’t even out to them or anyone else for that matter.  The only thing Doug could do was to have a long talk with Logan before they did anything.

Doug undressed as quickly as he could, and the only clothes he put on were a pair of cargo shorts.  He was barely done with that when the doorbell rang.  Doug began to shake like a leaf.  The only man he had ever been with in his life was now out of it.  Could he even perform with someone else?  He realized that he had an erection, and some of his fear left him.

Logan stood in the doorway grinning from ear to ear.  The only clothes he had on were a pair of gym shorts (nothing underneath), a tee shirt and sandals.  Doug pulled him in and locked the door.  All Doug’s resolve about a long talk left him, and the two men fell into each other’s arms.  They began to kiss passionately for quite a while.  Finally they separated, and Logan said.  “I can sleep over.  Except for my newspaper delivery and a couple of lawns to mow, I can spend the whole weekend with you.”

“I’d like that,” Doug said, regaining his senses, “but you are underage.  You won’t tell anyone, or brag about this to your friends, will you?”

“Of course not.  Besides, none of my friends know I’m gay.”

“Do you know what I’d like us to do?” Doug asked.

“What?’

“I’d like you to take a shower with me and we’ll get started.”  Doug grabbed Logan’s hand and led him upstairs to the master bath. 

On the way up, Logan whispered, “Doug, I’m a virgin.”

“I figured.  Don’t worry.  I’ll be gentle.”  That struck Doug so funny, he broke out laughing.

When they got to Doug’s bedroom, they shed their skimpy clothes, and grabbed hold of each other.  Doug took Logan’s very hard cock into his hand and began to fondle it ever so gently.  Still holding on, he led Logan to the shower.

Logan wanted to grab Doug’s cock, but some virginal fear prevented it.  Doug turned on the spigots, and while waiting for the water temperature to get to his liking, he continued to kiss and fondle the boy next door.  At last Logan took Doug’s pulsating cock into his hand and started to fondle it.  When he did, a very slight sob escaped the boy’s lips.

They stepped into the stall shower, and Doug got them good and wet.  Then he took a bar of soap and started to bathe Logan all over.  When he began to soap the boy’s cock and balls, Logan thought he might faint, and he leaned against the shower wall.  But when Doug began to play with his ass, and to insert a finger, Doug found it necessary to support Logan to keep him from falling.

There was no place on the boy’s body that Doug didn’t wash, and then he handed Logan the soap.  The student repeated every action he had just learned from his teacher.  Doug was moaning in ecstasy, so Logan knew that he was doing a good job. 

As they were rinsing off, Doug fell to his knees, and gobbled up Logan’s cock.  After just two or three strokes of his tongue, Logan gave out some sort of primordial scream, and he came gushing down Doug’s throat.  Neither of the lovers was concerned.  They both knew that at fifteen, Logan would recover soon enough.

Doug was about to leave the shower, but Logan grabbed his arm.  Then he fell to his knees, and returned the favor.  It was the first time he had tasted cock, and his desire to faint was returning.  He held on to Doug’s ass to keep from falling while he sucked the older man’s cock.  It took Doug a little longer to cum, and Logan swallowed everything, just as Doug had.

They rinsed off and dried themselves.  Doug led Logan to his bed.  The boy was hard already, which prompted Doug to say, “I need more recovery time than you do.  Let’s just lie here and cuddle and fondle until I’m ready.” 

“I’d like that,” Logan said, “and what happens when you are ready?”

“We’ll take it to the next level.”

“And what’s the next level?”

“We’ll fuck each other, if you want to.”

“Oh, I want to.  Very much!”

They didn’t sleep at all that night.  Although each one only came twice more, they fucked each other twice, and had oral sex three times.  Doug was very slow and loving, when he taught Logan how to prepare himself and his lover for anal sex.  As a result, Logan’s initial pain was minimal.  Doug was holding Logan tightly in his arms, when they finally fell asleep at about 4 AM.

From the beginning they didn’t have sex; they made love to each other.  They made love as often as possible during the week Logan’s parents were away.  It was harder to get together when they returned home.  Logan would tell his parents that he was going to the mall to hang out with his friends.  Doug would pick him up at the next corner, and they would drive to a sleazy motel that rented rooms by the hour.  The seedy room looked like a palace to the two lovers.

Logan graduated high school one month before his eighteenth birthday.  His parents decided to make a big party in the form of a backyard barbeque.  Besides Logan’s friends they invited a few neighbors.  When Logan insisted that he wanted to invite Mr.  Haber, his parents were very upset.  It had not escaped their attention that Logan never dated, and now he wanted to invite a gay man to his party.

The Collins’s were not bad people.  They loved their son, and if he was going to make a confession to them soon, they would love him just as much.  After all, their younger son was dating, and the differences were obvious.  What did bother them was the possibility that something was going on between Logan and the man next door.  They dismissed that idea as being nonsense.

On Logan’s eighteenth birthday his father took his family out to dinner.  The graduation party had served as a birthday party for Logan’s friends as well.  Therefore, Mr. Haber and those friends were not invited to the family dinner.

Logan was due to begin his college career at NYU in just a little over a month.  Doug was still renting, but he began to look for an apartment near the university, and much closer to his office.  He found a lovely one bedroom apartment in Greenwich Village, and gave the owner of his house notice that he would not renew his lease, which terminated in three months.  Notwithstanding the fact that he had three months to vacate his house, he moved out at the earliest opportunity to his new apartment.  He and Logan exulted in the knowledge that they would now have many more opportunities to make love.

Logan decided that he wanted to move in with Doug for his sophomore year and beyond.  To do that he had to come out to his parents, and tell them how much in love he and Doug were.  They were not shocked, but what they had feared about Logan and Doug, before Logan was legal, seemed now to be a real concern.  They were also disturbed at the age difference.

They began to assess the situation, and decided to give Logan their blessing.  After all, Logan loved Doug.  If they did anything to harm Doug, Logan might resent and hate them.  At least he wasn’t running around, cavorting at bars, and exposing himself to STD’s including AIDS.  In fact, Logan told them, that Doug allowed very little club time.  He made Logan keep his nose to the grindstone, and get good grades.  How could they not be grateful to Doug for that?

They were even more than grateful when Logan was accepted to Albert Einstein School of Medicine in The Bronx, NY.  He was able to continue to live at home, and Doug became an even harsher task master.  Besides all that, he helped finance Logan’s education. 

As Logan grew older, their age difference seemed less important.  His parents began to care for Doug, and they accepted him as a son, but they told him that he was too old to call them Mom and Dad.  They didn’t change their minds about that, even when Logan’s brother made them grandparents.

It’s a really corny thing to say, but in the case of Doug and Logan love conquered all.

Posted: 10/20/17