New Owner

Read the first part here.

I unlocked the door to my new apartment and immediately slammed my head against the jammed door. A howl of pain echoed in the hallway as I rubbed the reddening bump on my forehead. I peered inside and could see some debris that had become wedged underneath the door upon my opening and then I used my weight to force the door open the rest of the way.

"There we go." I dusted my hands off and looked around my new apartment. Other than the debris which caused a bruise, the space was pretty much empty. The counter had a couple of tools on it from what I assumed to be the buildings maintenance employee who left if behind. I opened the door to my bedroom and smiled at the space. The closet was large, even though it wasn't a walk-in, and the bathroom was quite spacious as well. I don't normally fit in bathtubs, being a rather tall individual, but the shower head was raised high enough that I didn't have to worry about turning into Quasimodo by the time I finished cleaning myself.

I went down to my car and start hauling up boxes of my own stuff. The small boxes went up first and I made sure they were out of the way before I brought up my mattress. I felt like such a weirdo with it strapped to the top of my car, but it had to get here and I would much rather be sleeping on this than the hardwood. I flicked off the bungee cords and started to drag it inside of its gigantic plastic body bag. It was a slippery thing and I barely got it to the second floor before I was out of breath and struggling to keep it standing.

"You need some help?" I heard a voice behind me. I turned a little too quickly and suddenly found myself being pushed by the mattress. Tripping over my feet, I fell into the stranger's arms who smiled at me with such a calm demeanor I felt, for a moment, that I was in a movie.

"Sorry about that." I pulled myself off of him and then started grabbing the mattress again.

"Let me help. You're my new neighbor, right? I'm Porter." He grabbed the mattress and began pushing it up the stairs with me. Now, I'm not the stronger person in the world, but I also wasn't the weakest and with his help we had it up to my apartment in no time.

Whoosh. The mattress was now flat and of danger to no one except for maybe my back.

"Thank you. I'm sorry my first impression wasn't so good. Porter, right?" I held out my hand with a smile, ignoring the beads of sweat that were beginning to form above my bruise.

"Yeah, Porter." He shook my hand. We stood there in an awkward silence that made me want to crawl out of my skin, but Porter smiled. He was almost blushing.

"Oh my god. Sorry. My name is Forrest." I wanted to die.

"Cool. Well, it was a pleasure meeting you Forrest. I should probably get going and leave you to all this. I live down the hall if you ever need anything. I'm the last door on the right." He was beginning to leave and then stopped in the doorway, "Don't worry about the first impression. It wasn't that bad." He disappeared behind the door and I was left to wallow in self pity.

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I adjusted the painting on the wall and took a step back to pick up a glass of wine I poured myself before dinner and admire the crooked picture. I squinted at it, only slightly annoyed that it wasn't perfect the first time and I used my middle finger to push the bottom corner so that it was even.

With the wine glass empty and the whole apartment almost completely put together it was time to work on my room. The mattress was already in it's spot and I was now waiting for the bed frame to come in. In the bathroom I opened up the medicine cabinet and started placing various items to fill the shelves. Like a horror movie, I closed the mirror and screamed at the reflection of another man in the mirror.

"What the fuck, man?" I said, grasping the sink.

"Oh. Sorry. I thought you had stepped out. I just came to get my hammer and finish up the cabinet real quick. I was fixing the door." He said.

"Oh. Yeah that's fine." With a smile he walked away. I turned my head towards the bathtub and then noticed a small section of the baseboard that looked like it was cut. Squatting, I ran my fingers along the white wood which was a little rough from years of existence, but it still managed to hold up. I pressed my finger into the top and then it popped out, sliding towards the toilet. Like an insane person, I reached inside without looking and poked my fingers through webbing. I felt the edge of a cube and then pushed just a little further until I had wrapped my fingers all the way around. With ease, I pulled the item out. As I stood up, I felt something on the back of my hand and when I turned to look there was a giant spider staring up at me. I threw the box and the spider along with it, shaking my had of all the webs. The spider disappeared and the box clanked open as a ball rolled out and a piece of paper flicked along the wood. I thought it was going to stop rolling, but it seemed to change direction on its own and it disappeared into the living room.

"I'm such an idiot." I had been scared twice within ten five minutes and I just moved it. This was starting off great.

There was a grunt in the kitchen and then the sound of the hammer hitting the floor. I turned towards the mirror and took a deep breath before heading out in to the living room.

"Damn, Mason. This new maintenance guy is hot." I heard the stranger say from the living room, "You re-decorated too. I like this way so much more." I turned the corner of the bedroom and tilted my head at the sight of the maintenance guy standing nude facing away from me.

I coughed to get his attention and he turned with a gigantic smile on his face as well as a raging hard on. He had been flexing and then relaxed when he saw me.

"You're not Mason."

"No, I'm Forrest. This is my apartment and you came to get your hammer and fix the cabinet?" I was confused, but still intrigued. This guy was standing naked in my apartment and he was pretty hot.

"Ah. Well, do you know where Mason might be? You can join if you would like, but I like it when its just us."

"He left a while ago. A long time ago, actually. Do you have amnesia or something because you literally just saw me like two seconds ago." I pointed in the direction of the bathroom where he had first scared the crap out of me.

"Oh. You don't know." He walked past me and towards the bathroom where he had rolled out of. I followed him to see him pick up the paper on the ground and open it. "To the person who finds this box. Treat him with love and care. He's special. Love, Mason." He extended his hand and gave me the paper.

"I still don't quite understand what's happening." I said sitting down on my mattress.

"Okay. So, I'm hoping you don't freak out, but I have nothing to lose so here we go." He stepped forward a little bit so that he was far enough away from the wall for what happened next. The maintenance guy convulsed and then collapsed as a sliver of silver dripped to the ground. The sphere that had rolled out of the box earlier was now still in front of the body of the maintenance guy who was now lolling against the wall.

"I think I might be dreaming. Maybe there's mold or something and it's - " I started saying, but I Stopped talking when the ball turned into a goop and started to slither back into the maintenance guy's cock. With a moan, he was pushing himself off the ground and leaning against the door frame of the bathroom.

"They don't mind." He referenced himself and then slid his hand along his furry chest. I wasn't sure how to react. I was extremely turned on just by the fact that this guy was naked in my bedroom, but something about the silver ball was making me attracted to the situation.

"So what are you?" I asked.

"Well, I am now your new toy. A genie with endless sex wishes. Since I now belong to you and I already have a rockin' bod," He flexed his arms and then looked at me seductively, "What can I do you for?" He stepped closer and I held out my hand to stop him and my fingers grazed his abs.

"As much as I want to," I looked up at him and he was still grinning. He popped a pec and then something inside of me melted as he looked down at me from within the maintenance guy's body, "Fuck it." I shrugged and he crawled on top of me, slipping my shirt above my shoulders and tossing it aside as he straddled me. I ran my hands along his torso, feeling up his body as he tensed the muscles underneath my fingers. I kicked off my pants and I felt my hard on against his ass. I reached to my side for a box and knocked over a couple of items before finally grabbing a condom. I didn't think I would be using them so soon if at all, but I slipped it on and and he grinned as he reached behind and pulled his cheeks apart. I felt the pressure of his hole, which I could tell had never been penetrated before and I bit my lip as he lowered himself. The tip of my cock popped inside of him with a wince and he grinned, coming down to kiss me as he started bucking his hips. I closed my eyes out of pure bliss as he rode me, his hole slipping on and off my rock hard cock.

I bucked my hips underneath him and grunted as my rod pulsated inside of his hole, shooting my final load inside with each thrust. With a happy grin and rolled off of me and laid there with his arm above his head in bliss. I had started to turn onto him so he could finish, but he stopped me.

"You don't have to do that. I get my pleasure from giving you pleasure. I'm kind of like a succubus in that aspect. When you feel good, it's like our bodies are in sync so I feel basically everything your feeling only with this body's pleasure senses." He gestured to himself and then winked and popped a pectoral at the same time. It was so hot it made my dick twitch and leak just a bit more.

"Oh, well that's cool, I guess." I admired his body, and traced his abs as I leaned against my bed.

"Let me get him dressed and then I can get back to my box." He started to get up, but I grabbed his arm and he collapsed back into me with a thud.

"Oof, you don't have to," I started with a chuckle, "I like having you around. The company makes this whole move not so lonely. I honestly thought I was going to be having take-out by myself."

"Well I am glad I can fill that hole then. He should be getting back to work though, he did what he needed to do." He pulled himself back up off the bed again and disappeared into the living room. I slipped on some underwear and a shirt and joined him there. He was retrieving his clothes and then he moved out the door. In a matter of seconds, I heard a slight moan as my new friend exited his host and then I saw him slipping underneath my door. He had a bit of trouble, but as soon as he was through he turned into a ball and rolled against my foot ready to take over another body.