Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2022 14:03:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: North Woods Adventure - Chapter Five This is a story about a wealthy photographer who spends a month in the woods by himself who has his solitude disrupted by a teenager he rescues from the river on his land and the relationship that develops between the two. After twp months together, they are leaving the woods and returning to New York City. Justin has difficulties in adapting to city life as Will wonders if he made a mistake bringing Justin out of his sheltered environment in Maine. This is a fictional tale of sexual relationship between a man and a teenage boy. You must be eighteen to enjoy this story. If it is against the law where you are to read stories like this you are kindly requested to leave and not read this story. It is only a fictional story for your reading pleasure. I appreciate any comments or feedback, good or bad. Send to tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. I will try to reply to as many as possible. You can find some of my other stories on Nifty by doing an author search on my name. North Woods Adventure by Jonathan Perkins Copyright 2019 All Rights Reserved Remember to donate to Nifty to keep these stories available for all our enjoyment. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html North Woods Adventure Chapter Five We got up with the sun the next morning and made one last check of the cabin before leaving the North Woods and heading for Manhattan, back to my year round home and Justin's new home. It always took me a few weeks to get adjusted back to the hustle and bustle of the city life. I had no idea how long it would take Justin to adjust or if he even would. As I was driving Justin was wide eyed, looking from left to right, taking in everything he could. He was asking questions faster than I could answer them. Plus the pictures. He was clicking the shutter on my camera almost as fast as his mouth was going. I had seen these sights on the way back from Maine so many times it was almost boring but Justin's excitement made me look at everything with a whole new perspective. "Instead of leaving bread crumbs to find your way home, you're taking pictures?" I asked him. "Just documenting my journey to a new life, that's all. I don't want to forget a single moment of this trip." as he furiously continued to fill my memory card. I just snickered and kept driving. As we got closer to the city and the buildings were getting taller, Justin had his head out the window looking up at the buildings. "These buildings are even taller than your grandfather's trees," he commented. "Maybe, but no where near as beautiful," I sighed knowing it would be ten more months before we'd return to the North Woods. We got off the highway and were sitting in Manhattan traffic, inching along with horns blaring, pedestrians walking out in front of us and both sidewalks crammed with people all hurrying to get somewhere like they were the only one in the world. "Hell, Will, don't people live or work in these buildings?" Justin asked with utter confusion. "Of course they do, why would you ask that?" "With all these cars in the road and all the people on the sidewalks there can't be enough people left to fill up the buildings!" he concluded. "Oh trust me, there are plenty of people in those buildings. There are 1.7 millions people in Manhattan and ever more in the other boroughs of New York City." "This is going to take a lot of getting used to, that's for sure." "Listen Justin, if the city is too much for you and you ever want to go back to Maine, just say the word and I'll drive you back. Deal?" "Deal. But will you stay in Maine with me? Just the two of us?" Justin asked. "No, I only get away to the North Woods for a month, two this summer. This has been my home for years, where I live and where my business is located." "I suppose with over a million people you never run out of people to photograph," Justin deduced, making me laugh. "I don't have that many customers but I do have my regulars." I was suddenly realizing what a huge change this was for Justin. I was hoping I hadn't made a mistake bringing him back to the city with me. Time will tell. We got to my building and I pulled into the underground parking garage. My apartment was a two-floor penthouse that my grandfather had acquired in a business transaction years ago. He really never intended to live in the city, just got it at a very low price and intended to sell it at a nice profit. I was accepted at the New York Institute of Photography in Manhattan so grandfather let me live in the apartment while I was getting my degree. I made numerous valuable contacts around the city so my grandfather let me keep the apartment, splitting my time between the city and the North Woods with him. When he passed, he left me the apartment as part of my inheritance. I eventually set up a studio not far from the apartment and very quickly established myself as premier photographer. I didn't do weddings, only portraits; some on site family montages and some tasteful nudes. I really didn't need the money but I loved my craft, freezing a split second image in time for something that was immortal. The precocious little four-year-old in front of my camera would forever be four years old in the eyes of the parent whenever my photograph was brought out years later. I scanned my card at the security gate and drove to my parking space, right next to the express elevator to the penthouse. The trip to the top was smooth and quick but still unsettling to Justin. "Does this thing ever break down?" he asked nervously. "Nope, never has, probably never will. This building and everything in it is very well maintained." I reassured him. The elevator door opens right into the foyer of the two penthouse apartments, mine to the left and my neighbor's to the right. I unlocked my door and walked in. Justin just stood there looking around. "Where do we go from here?" he asked. "We're here. Come on in, this is home. I'll give you the tour," as I walked past him. From the foyer we walked into the living room area. It is open to the second floor with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. There is a door that opens onto a patio outside. A balcony on the second floor looks down on the living room. The kitchen is off to the left, fit for a master chef. To the right are my office and a full bathroom. The winding staircase leads up to the landing on the second floor with the hallway going to three large bedrooms, each with their own full bathroom. The master bedroom has full height windows that also look over the city. The master bath has a hot tub and a huge multihead shower. Justin was walking slowly trying to take it all in. "This isn't an apartment, it's a fucking mansion sitting on top of a skyscraper!" he pronounced. "Not quite, a mansion would have a moat," I chuckled. "What do you call that?" he asked pointing out the window. "That's the Hudson River. That will only protect us from the New Jersey infidels," I joked, Justin not getting the meaning. "The bedroom right next to the master bedroom is your room." "I don't get to sleep with you?" Justin asked with disappointment in his voice. "Of course you do, but you should have a room to call your own, even if you don't use it." "As long as you're not trying to get rid of me as soon as we get here." "I'm not getting rid of you. I wouldn't have brought you here if I didn't want you with me," as I reached out and hugged him. We engaged in a brief but passionate kiss. "Now let's get to the store and get you some appropriate clothes for your new city life." "Who needs clothes? We can just close the curtains on those big window and stay naked like we did at the cabin," Justin said with a sly grin. "That will work for in here but we have to get dressed to go to work. New York is very liberal but not so much that we could walk around in public naked." "Do I get to go to work with you?" "Of course. Just like up north, you have to pull your weight and earn your keep," I laughed. I took a quick stock of the kitchen to put together a food order at the local market then we went to the elevator and down to the street level. We were greeted by Carlton, the doorman at the front entrance. "Good day, Mr Baxter, good to have to back with us. I trust you month in the North Woods was pleasurable as always." "Yes, it was a fantastic time. I'd like you to meet Justin. We met up North and he decided to wanted to come see what city life was like." "Glad to make your acquaintance, Justin. You're in good company with Mr. Baxter. If there is anything you ever need, just buzz me," the doorman said as he offered his hand to greet Justin. "Thank you sir, you're my first new person I met since getting here." As we walked out onto the street, Justin asked what a doorman was. Couldn't people open the door themselves? I explained the duties of a doorman and that most up scale buildings employed one. Normally I'd get a taxi but I wanted Justin to get a feel for the city. We walked six blocks to my regular clothing store. "Enrico, I'd like you to meet my new friend, Justin," as the owner approached me. "So glad to meet you, Justin. Any friend of Mr. Baxter is a friend of mine. How can I help you today, Mr. Baxter?" he inquired. "Justin came back with me from Maine and he needs some clothes that are appropriate for the city. He will be working with me in the studio so he will need five sets of business clothes and five sets of casual clothes to get started. Shoes, socks, everything a well dressed man about town would find in his closet. I will put him in your hands," I told Enrico "I will take care of him personally. You won't be disappointed." "I never am, that's why I keep coming back," I laughed. "Will, I can't pay for all this. This wardrobe is going to cost a fortune!" Justin protested. "Good thing I have a fortune then, isn't it. You just worry about getting clothes that fit and styles that you are comfortable in, with Enrico's guidance. I'm going down a block to the store and put in a food order. I'll be back before you're finished," as I waved and walked out. I returned and found Justin sitting in the waiting area, slumped down and his head in his hands. "What's the matter, Justin?" I asked. He looked up at me with red eyes. "I'm sorry, Will. He tried but these clothes are just not who I am. I didn't like anything he showed me. I felt so weird and out of place when I tried them on. I wasn't comfortable with anything. I'm sorry I disappointed you." "You didn't disappoint me at all. I wouldn't want you to wear anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. Let's go, we'll try another store tomorrow," as I put my hand on his shoulder to coax him along. Enrico came over to us. "I'm sorry, Mr. Baxter. The young man just didn't like anything I felt would befitting his position as your protégé. I'm glad you're back, maybe you can talk to him," Enrico explained. "No worries, Enrico, you have some excellent clothes and I am very pleased with everything I have purchased here. But Justin is younger and has different tastes than I do. Thank you for trying." We left the store and walked back towards the apartment. "How about if we eat out tonight? I'll take you to one of my favorite places," I offered. "Please, nothing upscale. I don't want to feel out of place any more than I do now," Justin pleaded. "Would a pizza shop that serves the most delicious "everything" pizza in the city be considered too upscale for you?" "Pizza! Fucking awesome. Let's go!" Justin's mood brightening immediately. After devouring slice after slice of pizza and several pitchers of soda, we headed back to the apartment, full and content with life. As Carlton opened the door for us I sent Justin to go ring for the elevator. "Carlton, I took Justin to Enrico's to get him some new clothes but he couldn't find anything he liked. Too mature for him I guess. Any suggestions for a more appropriate clothing store for a younger man?" I quietly asked. "Oh by all means, Mr. Baxter. Take him to Richard's Apparel, two blocks over and five blocks up. Ask for Roger. He can be a bit flamboyant, over the top some would say, but he has impeccable taste in today's styles. Just make sure he knows you want something conservative otherwise he will go all out and neither one of you will be pleased. He'll have Justin dressed as the Grand Marshall for the next Gay Pride Parade if you let him. But he can also outfit Justin with some very stylish clothes that will fit in anywhere." Carlton offered. "Thank you, we'll head over there first thing in the morning." I met Justin at the elevator and we got in and pushed the button for the penthouse. Justin looked a me and smiled. "This elevator goes right up to the penthouse with no other stops, right?" he asked with a devilish grin. "Yes, why do you ask?" "Because I've been wanting to do this all day," as he reached out and pulled me into a wet, deep passionate kiss. Of course I returned his advance. We were in the throes of groping each other and exchanging wet sloppy kisses when the elevator door opened. My neighbor was standing in the foyer waiting for the elevator. Fortunately he was facing away from the door and we managed to break away before he saw us. "Good evening, Baxter. Good to have you home again. And who is this young lad?" he asked. "This is Justin. He will be staying with me. He's a budding photographer looking to get some training and experience. Justin, this is Hiram W. Meyer III." "Glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Meyer," as Justin extended his hand. Hiram took it and Justin have him a firm handshake. "A firm hand, I like that in a young man. Shows character. We're neighbors, you don't have to be so formal. My close friends just call me The Third," he bellowed with laughter as he got in the elevator. "See you later, gentlemen." Justin looked at me perplexed. "The Third? Is he serious?" "No Justin, he jokes around all the time. Just call him Hiram, or Mr Meyer if I makes you more comfortable," I advised him. "He's kind of an odd duck but a nice guy once you get past his sense of humor." "Is he rich?" Justin asked. "Not something you should be asking about people, but yes he is, very wealthy. He's an investment banker and has made his fortune many time over. When this building was going co-op some of the other tenants were vying for control of the condo association so they could try and control him. He simply bought up enough of the unsold units to be the majority owner in the building and thus he controlled the condo association." "That must have pissed some people off. After spending that must money he must have extracted his revenge on the others," Justin assumed. "Nope, he weird but not vindictive. As long as they leave him alone, he leaves them alone. He just wants to live in peace and quiet." We entered my penthouse went and sat on the couch to continue making out. After a few hectic days if felt nice to just sit and be with Justin and based on his occasional purring, he felt the same way. Finally he sat back and spoke up as we gazed out the floor to ceiling plate galls window. "I truly an sorry I embarrassed you in front of Enrico. I didn't want to turn down everything he bought out for me but it didn't feel right," Justin began apologizing all over again. "It is I who should be sorry. Enrico's store is the place for older men, business men, who need to look the part in their everyday lives." "You mean old farts like you?" he joked. "Actually I think I'm his youngest customer by at least 10 years. I just look the part of an old fart for work," I explained. "Tomorrow I have a different plan," without letting on what I had in mind. "Speaking of work, what do I do all day while you're at work?" "You mean when we're at work. Like I told you up North, you going to earn you're keep," I told him seriously. "You mean I'm not just you're 'boy toy' you captured while on vacation?" he giggled. "Nope, you're my protégé," I responded. "What the hell is a . . . prodigy?" he asked struggling with the word, making me laugh a belly laugh. "A protégé. It means you're going to work side by side with me to learn the photography business as well as learning how to be a professional photographer. Or you can just sit at the front desk and answer the phones," I offered him. "Okay, yeah, I'll answer the phones 'Hi, this is Will's House of Wank. He's out back choking the chicken right now. So what the fuck do you want?' " Justin mimicked a nasal voice and fell over on the couch in laughter. "Maybe you're right, you have to stay away from the phones and need to learn about the business," as I bend over and tickled him. After a good laugh we settled down. Justin told me to close the drapes on the window and he was going to get into something more comfortable. He went to his bedroom and I just sat there, looking out at the city, all lit up now that darkness had fallen. "Hey, you didn't close the curtains!" as he came back from his room totally naked trying to cover himself with his hands. "No need to. It's all part of living in the city. Come over he and sit next to me." Justin bent down and sneaked around the corner of the couch to try and hide himself as much as possible. "See all those lights on the buildings, those are people's apartments. Their drapes are wide open but you can't see what going on in the homes unless you had a telescope aimed at their window." "A telescope? Do some perverts actually look into other people's homes like that?" Justin asked in bewilderment. "A few but not as many as some people think. And if they do, who cares? The people inside those windows are all anonymous. Some are just families eating supper or watching TV. Some are helping their children with homework. Some are young couples having their first fight or older couples having their last fight. Or some are like us, two people in love enjoying each other's company. There was an old drama show called 'The Naked City' and at the end of the show they always had a line they said. To paraphrase it, 'There are 8 millions stories in the Naked City and we are one of them'" as I pulled him in tight to me. "Let me get out of my clothes as well," as I stood up to go to my room and strip. Justin came in just as I was completely naked. "Can we stay in here and not be one of those stories? This city scares me." "Of course we can," pulling him to me and feeling his body tremble, not from sexual desire but from concern. "Our story is just for us and no one else. You're here with me and I'll always be here for you." Justin headed for my bed with me following him. "Curtains, PLEASE?" he asked in a begging voice. I relented and went and closed the drapes on my bedroom windows. I got in bed next to him and just held him, trying to comfort him and get him to calm down. "Will, can we make love? I want to feel you in me like we did up North. I want to know nothing has changed between us even though we're in this horrid city now," Justin asked quietly. "Nothing has changed really, just a bigger more comfortable cabin, that's all," I joked. Justin didn't see the humor in my comment. We made out for a while, each other's hands all over our bodies. I moved down to take Justin's cock in my mouth but he pulled my head back up. "Not yet. I want you inside me, your cock buried as deep as it will go." I got some lube of my nightstand and pushed Justin on his back and started to lift his legs. "No, not that way. I want to be on my stomach and you on top of me. I want you between me and what's on the other side of those curtains," he said softly. My heart was breaking. Had I made a huge mistake bringing him back to the city with me? He obviously wasn't feeling comfortable at all. No, worst than that, he was plain miserable. I have to figure out how to make this right with him. Right now he wants me to make love to him but I'm feeling too guilty to be in a romantic mood. I'm going to have to rise to the occasion and show him how special he is to me and that I will do anything for him. I can't let on that this is a pity fuck, as it were. I lubed his ass, working my finger in and out to loosen his hole. I lubed my cock and had to stroke it for a few minutes to get it hard enough to penetrate him. I finally felt I was ready and moved over him. I supported my upper body with one arm while guiding my cock to his ass. Rubbing up and down his ass crack, Justin started to moan and plead with me to get inside him. I pressed myself against him and felt my cock enter his anus as his sphincter relaxed for me. I just pushed slow and steady until I was all the way in. "Yes, this is the way it's supposed to be. Push as hard as you can, please." I put my full weight on his ass and got as much as I could up in his hole. "Let yourself down and rest on my back. I want to feel the full weight of you shielding me from the city outside," Justin asked of me. Again, I felt a pang of guilt for taking him out of his element but the warmth of his body against mine and the tightness of his ass as he clenched around my cock brought me back to the task at hand. "Go slow and make it last as long as you can. I don't ever want this feeling of being safe with you to end." I slowly fucked his ass, responding to his moans and encouragement. "Yes. Just like that. We're not really here right now, my eyes are closed and we're both in the cabin in your bed listening to the crickets outside as we make love like we always did." Whether it is an unassuming picture or the turn of a phrase, Justin always knew how to capture the true essence of the moment. I closed my eyes and traveled back to the cabin to the first time we made love. It was so special. And now this was turning into something special as well instead of a pity fuck. It is whom we are now, our two souls merging into as I protect Justin from the river, a hurricane or the city outside our window. At the realization that I was his protector and not his captor who kidnapped him away from a life that in reality didn't exist before we met, my cock began to stiffen harder than it was. Justin felt the difference and assumed I was getting close to cumming. "Please don't cum yet, I want this to last all night," he begged again. "I'm not ready to cum but I sure as hell can't last all night," I chuckled at his request. "Just enjoy it while it lasts," as I continued to slow pump him. I was amazed that I lasted as long as I did but after 20 minutes the inevitable happened. As my cock spewed into his intestines, I just held myself still. Once I had finished, I started to roll of him but he asked me to stay on him just a little longer. Laying on him put pressure on my chest making it difficult for me to catch my breath so I had to roll on my side next to him. "Sorry about the mess," as he turned on his side to face me. "Mess?" as he moved over closer to me and away from where he was laying. "Yes, I shot my load a few minutes after you entered me. It was absolutely wonderful, best I felt since we got in the city." "Same here. The first time we made in this bed was almost as good as the first time in the cabin. Do you feel better now?" I gently asked him. "Yes, better but not as good as up North." "It will get better with time. Trust me." I promised him He picked his head up and looked around. "Wrong way, don't you always sleep on the left side of me?" he asked as he put his head back down. "Normally yes, but on this side I'm between you and the city outside the window. I'm going to protect you all night long," as I hugged him and gave him a good night kiss. We woke up in each other's arms the next morning. As I opened my eyes, Justin was smiling and looking at me, not saying a word. Just smiling. I missed that smile. "Good morning, cutie," I greeted him. "Good morning handsome. Interested in a shower together before we have breakfast?" "Of course." A quick kiss to avoid morning breath and we headed to the shower. We washed each other and ended up jerking each other off before we finished. As we ate breakfast I told him we had a busy day ahead of us. I mentioned the clothing store that Carlton had suggested. "Same rules apply this time. Find some formal clothes for work and some casual clothes for after hours. But only if you find something you like. Carlton highly recommended this store but said to be careful not to let Roger talk you into anything you don't want. Deal?" I laid it out for him. "I won't be as choosy this time," Justin commented. "Yes you will, be as choosy as you want. You're the one wearing the clothes and you'll be miserable if you're not comfortable. Don't let Roger or the city win this one. Be yourself and take on this city head on!" Justin gave me a long hug, ended with a tear on his cheek. We cleaned up from breakfast and headed to the elevator. When the elevator door opened, Hiram stepped out. "Good morning, Baxter, Justin," he greeted us heartily. "Good morning Hiram," I answered him. "Good morning Mr. Meyer," Justin offered. "Young man, I told you the name is Hiram, or Third if you prefer," he laughed. "Yes sir, you did. But this is only the second time we have met so I'm paying you the respect as my elder by addressing you as Mr. Meyer. Once we know one another better I will consider you an acquaintance will address you as Hiram. Over time if we become friends, and I see no reason why we wouldn't, I will certainly call you Third," Justin explained. Well my God, good looks, manners and class all rolled into one. Where ever did you find this young man, Baxter?" "I fished him out of a river up North," I replied with a grin. "Fine, don't tell me," assuming I was bring coy, "But be careful, I may try and steal him away from you. Good day, gentlemen," as Hiram opened his door and walked in. "Steal me away? Is he gay?" Justin asked as we entered the elevator. "No, just appreciates the finer things in life and wants to acquire as many as he can." "So I'd be a piece of property to him?" "No, just someone who he appreciates for the special person you are. But I'm not letting you go, not to him, not to anyone." The elevator door closed and once again Justin embraced me and we made out all the way to the ground floor. Walking out the front door, Carlton reminded me of the directions to the clothing store and repeated his warning about Roger. We both gave him a thumbs up and followed his directions. The store looked like any other clothing stores catering to a younger crowd. No three piece suits in the window but no bizarre outfits either. A salesperson approached us as we entered. "Can I help you this morning?" he asked politely. "Yes, we're looking for Roger," I replied. "Oh, okay, if that's who you want," he said as he turned and walked away. A few minutes later Roger appeared. Carlton was right about Roger. To say that he was a flamer would be like saying the forest fires burning out of control on the West Coast were campfires. Pin stripped bell-bottom pants that had the bells on the bottom of the legs wider than the waist. A brightly flowered shirt that would have been overkill for a Hawaiian luau, a jacket with alternating stripes of all the colors of the rainbow and a wide brimmed hat, worn askew to one side with a huge plumed feather slanted towards the back. Enough gold chains around his neck to fill Fort Know and a pair of oversized sunglasses. Oh hell, we were in trouble. Justin tugged at my arm, "Can we go back to Enrico's?" he whispered. "Let's see where this goes first. Carlton hasn't given me a bum recommendation yet." As he approached us, he waved his hand and with a flip of his wrist, demanded to know who had summoned his presence. "Mr. Will Baxter and my protégé Justin," as I extended my hand to shake his. He took my hand in his, brought it to his mouth and kissed the back of my hand. "I don't recall ever seeing you in here before. Why did you ask for me specifically?" he inquired. "Carlton, our doorman highly recommended you to outfit this young man in some contemporary clothes, some suitable for a professional man for work and some leisure wear befitting a young man on the city. I hope you can help us," I explained to him. "Darling, I can help anyone with anything. I can especially help this good looking young man with ANYTHING his little heart desires," Roger swooned as he walked around Justin sizing him up. "Will!" Justin nervously snarled under his breath. I couldn't help but snicker at Justin's panic attack. "Roger, just so we're clear, we're looking for something more in the conservative aisle," I suggested as I waved my hand up and down referencing his outfit. "Not to worry, no one can do this outfit justice the way I can. But I get your gist." "Something that both Justin and I will be comfortable with him wearing," I added. "Do you have a budget in mind?" Roger asked. "I figure seven work outfits, seven casual outfits, probably three to four hundred dollars each. So try to stay under five thousand if you can." "Will, that's way too much money. One or two outfits will be fine," Justin protested. "And what will you wear when those outfits need cleaning? You going to hide in the apartment naked until the dry cleaning comes back?" "Oh lordy, that would be a sight to see. Yes, boy, only get a very limited wardrobe," Roger leered almost drooling at the thought of Justin naked as he sized him up, undressing him with his eyes. Getting back on subject, Roger cleared his throat and spoke up. "You've come to the right place. I have never had anyone dissatisfied with my services, if you get MY gist," as he winked at me. "Come along Justin, let's see what we can do with this adorable body of yours to make you the envy of every man in this city." With that, Roger turned and flipped his wrist for Justin to follow him. Justin looked at me with a look of apprehension but started to follow. As Roger walked towards the dressing area, I swear he had more swish in his step than the tail of a sperm trying to be the first out of an ejaculating cock. As I nonchalantly walked around looking at clothes on the racks, the salesman who initially greeted us walked past me. "I hope you know what you're doing?" and sauntered away. So did I! An hour later the fashion show began. Roger had Justin put on each outfit and come out and model it for me for my approval. The smile on Justin's face told me that he definitely liked the clothes Roger had selected. Each outfit was better than the one before. By the time we were half way through, I had a raging hardon looking at Justin and how hot he looked. Roger just stood by the door to the dressing room area and smiled each time Justin came out. When all the clothes had been shown, Justin came bouncing out of the back. "Will, these clothes are fucking awesome! Did you like them?" Justin excitedly asked me. Before I could answer, Roger looked at the bulge in my pants and answered for me. "Judging by the big fella," as Roger grabbed his crotch, "you have his approval. Roger does it again!" he says speaking of himself in the third party. "And under budget, $4,500 for everything." "Awe Will, really? Are you sure?" Justin asked with a pained look like I might say no. "Well worth it, Justin. Thank you Roger. I'd like to give you the rest of the budget as a tip for such excellent work." I offered. "Thank you but we're not allowed to accept tips, at least not monetary ones," he qualified as he leered at Justin again. "Tell you what, Roger, I own a photography studio specializing in portraits. I'd like to offer you a complimentary sitting for you portrait if you'd prefer." I counter offered. "Can I be myself for the portrait?" Roger asked. "Of course, who else would we expect you to be?" "I noticed the look on your faces when we first met so I wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable with the real me in your studio," Roger explained. "You are as welcome as any of my clients, how ever you want," I told him. "As a matter of fact, I let Justin take your portrait. He has a way of bringing out the inner self in his photographs." "Now you have a deal! I would lay down and die to be able to work with this young man, all on the up and up of course," Roger swooned with a wink at Justin. I gave Roger my card and told him to call and set up an appointment. He said he could only get away after work hours so I assured him that wouldn't be a problem. I gave him the address to my building and he was going to have the clothes delivered later that day. As we left, Justin asked me why I told Roger that he would be taking the pictures, not me. "You have a way with the camera. Roger is the best at what he does so I want him to get the best of what we do," I told him. Justin just looked ahead smiling and took my hand and gave it a squeeze. We got back home and had a quick lunch. I had to run out for an hour or so and asked Justin if he minded staying behind and waiting for the delivery of his clothes and the food I ordered. Before he could agree, Carlton buzzed in on the intercom and let me know the clothes had arrived. He would bring them up as soon as he had a chance. "I'm anxious to get them, can I go down and get the clothes myself instead of waiting for Carlton?" Justin asked as he fidgeted from one foot to the other. "I'll put them in my room like you suggested." "Of course you can. I'm sure Carlton would appreciate not having to try and leave the front door to deliver you clothes. We can ride down together," as we both headed for the elevator. Carlton apologized that he hadn't been able to get away or find someone deliver the boxes to our apartment. "I'm anxious to get my clothes so I thought I'd help you out, if that's okay?" Justin asked. "Of course it's okay. I'm just not used to tenants helping me. They are usually asking me to help them." Carlton showed Justin where the boxes where and a hand truck he could use to get everything to the elevator. I left to go do my errands. "This is a big help as I had arranged to leave early today. My wife and I have tickets to a play tonight and I need to get home and get ready." Justin got his new wardrobe upstairs, unpacked and hung everything in his closet. He then picked out the outfit he liked the best and put it on. He swirled in front of his mirror, admiring his new look. Running his hands over his shirt he gave his nipples a little squeeze. Then he ran his hands down past his waist and down his thighs, coming back up and giving his crotch a grope and a squeeze. "I've got to stop before I cum in my new pants and stain them before I've even worn them outside. I know, I'll go show Carlton," Justin said out loud to himself. Justin went to the elevator and took it down to the lobby. As he was headed towards the front door he saw Carlton signing for several large boxes from Amazon. "Another delivery?" Justin inquired. "Yes, for Mr. Meyer. It's his new entertainment center. I know he'll want me to set it up for him when I bring it up and that will make me late for the play." Carlton complained. "Do you want me to take it up for you? I brought the hand truck back down to return it to you so I can just load it up again and take it all up to Mr. Meyer," Justin offered. "Oh, Justin, that's very generous of you but I couldn't ask you to do my job for me. I'll figure something out. I'd just put this in the store room until tomorrow but I know Amazon will be notifying him the delivery was made." "Carlton, you didn't ask me, I offered. A big difference. Besides," as Justin did a swirl in front of Carlton, "it would be my way of thanking you for getting us hooked up with Roger so I can look this good," he chuckled. "You do look amazing, Justin. I'm glad it all worked out for you. But giving referrals is all part of my job." "Then maybe you can give me a referral as a standby delivery boy," as Justin started to load the boxes for Mr. Meyer on the hand truck. "I hope I don't get in trouble with Mr. Meyer or Mr. Baxter for letting you do this," Carlton worried. "I doubt either of them would care. But if they do, just say I grabbed the boxes while you were helping an elderly lady out of her cab," Justin offered as an excuse. "You're a persuasive young smoothie, aren't you? Thanks for helping. Any time you need anything from me, just say the word." Justin headed for the elevator with the loaded hand truck. Getting to the top floor, he wheeled the hand truck over to Hiram's door. There wasn't a doorbell as such so he just knocked. He waited a few minutes and then knocked again. The door swung open quickly with Hiram yelling out, "Who is trying to bang the paint of my door?" in a loud commanding voice. Justin was taken aback and afraid he had screwed up big time. "It's me, Justin from next door. I brought up a delivery that had come for you," Justin stammered. He was considering running to Will's door and duck inside. "Well, Master Justin, how nice to see you. You brought me a delivery? Why didn't Carlton bring it up like he is supposed to?" "He had loaded the hand truck and was going to bring it up but an elderly lady had just pulled up and needed help getting out of her cab. I was coming up anyway so I grabbed the hand truck and brought it with me." "My, but aren't you the helpful one. Carlton would have helped me unpack everything and set it up for me. I'll have to call him and see when he can get up here," Hiram told me. "I don't have anything to do, I can help you if you'd like." "Won't Will miss you?' he asked. "He is running some errands. He wanted me to stay here and wait for my clothes to be delivered and some food he ordered. Both have been delivered so I'm free for now." "Well then, let's get to it," as Hiram tore open the first box. Inside the boxes was a very high-end entertainment center. A surround sound system, a CD player, a reel to reel tape player, and a turntable for vinyl records. It took them a couple of hours to get everything set up and connected properly. As they worked and talked, Justin learned more about his neighbor, his childhood in a poor family and his hard worked and singleness of purpose that built his fortune to become one of the wealthiest men in the city. Their discussions were disturbed by a knock on the door, something that never happens. If Hiram has a visitor, Carlton would have let him know and then sent the visitor up the elevator. Hiram opened the door to find me standing there. "Good afternoon, Hiram. Have you seen Justin? He was supposed to be waiting for deliveries but he's not home." "Hello Will. Justin had accomplished his chores and was helping me set up my entertainment center. He has been invaluable in getting my purchase ready for me to enjoy my classical recordings," Hiram told Will. "How much do I owe, son?" Hiram asked Justin. "Oh, you don't owe me anything. I consider us friends now so I can call you Hiram instead of Mr. Meyer. Being your friend is payment enough," Justin said as he reached out to shake Hiram's hand. "Now I know I must steal him away from you, Will. This young man definitely has class." Hiram chuckled. As we walked back to our door, I gave him heck for not leaving a note or something. "I got bored and went down to show Carlton my new clothes. The door locked behind me so I couldn't get back in. To keep busy, I offered to bring the packages up to Hiram for Carlton and the rest is history," Justin explained. "Well, I guess some of it is my fault for not thinking to get you a key. I'll take care of that tomorrow." We walked in and Justin did a spin to show me his new clothes. When he faced me again, I was just standing there smiling at him with my arms crossed. "I didn't think you could get any sexier than you already were but this puts you over the top!" I commented. Justin was feeling on top of the world. He had gotten his new clothes and they were awesome. He had made friends with Hiram and repaid Carlton's favor for sending them to Roger. And now the ultimate approval from me. His emotions got the best of him as he shed his clothes right there in the living room. Stark naked he spun around again and faced back to me again. "Better with clothes or without?" Justin asked. "You're perfect both ways." Justin ran to the two-story window that looked over the city and yelled out. "IM HERE, I'M QUEER AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT YOU CAN KISS MY REAR! FUCK YOU NEW YORK CITY!" as he turned and bent over pressing his ass against the window. "Before you try and fuck the whole city, I want my turn," I laughed as I began to drop my clothes on the floor. "Your turn, my terms. We fuck on the patio," as Justin opened the door and walked out on the patio. He bent over and leaned on the railing and wiggled his ass at me. I had told him that we were anonymous to everyone we could see but this was almost too much for me. Almost. By now my hard was rock hard, harder than it's been in months. I was stroking it to try and milk some precum as I walked out to him. I spit in my hand and rubbed it across his ass, making sure to get as much as I could on his hole. "Oh yeah, I want you in me. I want anyone with a telescope to see us and be jealous that I'm getting fucked by such a stud. I want people down on the sidewalk to look up and see my hard cock swinging between my legs as you bang me hard and fast against this railing. Maybe someone will take a picture with a telephoto lens and put the picture on the front page of tomorrow's newspaper. 'Newcomer to the city shows us how to take a big dick and love it' the headline would read." "Will you shut and let me concentrate on what I'm doing," I growled at Justin as I push my cock into his welcoming hole trying not to laugh at his enthusiasm. "Oh gawd, shove it in me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Justin yelled. He had me so worked up I knew I wouldn't last long. He hung his head down and pushed back as hard as he could. He straightened up and stood tight against the railing. "Damn I love you Will Baxter," he shouted. I felt his body stiffen but I was reaching my climax so I wasn't really concentrating on him, other than his ass sucking my cock in tight. I wrapped my arms around him as I felt my cum rising up and moving to shoot out of me and into Justin's bowels. I thrust and thrust, pushing him hard against the railing as he let out a grunt each time I did. When I had finished emptying my balls, I let go of the bear hug I had on Justin and put my hands on the railing to steady myself. I was feeling weak in the legs from the effects of such a powerful orgasm. Justin started to laugh hysterically. "Was I that bad you have to laugh about it?" I asked him. "No, it was fantastic. But I did what I said I was going to do. I just fucked New York!" again he laughed. "Funny, I thought I was fucking you," I questioned. "You fucked the cum right out of me and I shot my load over the edge of the patio. My sperm was spread all over everyone and everything down below. I wonder how many people cussed out the pigeons when they felt it hit them." I don't know how much would have actually made it to the street level or if anyone would feel it but the thought of it made me break out in uncontrollable laughter. The two of us were laughing so hard we collapsed on the patio floor and giggled like school children. When we finally stopped and caught our breath, we hugged and kissed until we had no more energy left in us. Somehow 'fucking' New York had been the turning point in Justin's acclimation to city life. I hadn't made a mistake bringing him here with me. It was a warm night and a full moon. A story book evening to spend with a lover in the night air. We fell asleep in each other's arms, not to wake up until morning. A new day, a new beginning.