Move Out by HrtOfGld
Date: June 2, 2022

Shit. I'd been so excited to finally purchase a house and start the joy of escrow that I'd forgotten to fill out the 'official' move out papers at my apartment complex and was now stuck with paying for another month of rent even though I had already moved out! Luckily I didn't have a mortgage payment for that month so I was able to shell out extra money that I'd hoped to use elsewhere. That was quite frustrating, but on top of that, I found that I had to come back to the apartment at least twice more to do a pre-move out check and a final move out sign off. I wasn't looking forward to it at all, but two weeks later I returned and entered the rental office.

"Hello, Mr. Danvers! All set for your pre-move out?" I nodded and the bubbly blonde that had originally 'forgot' to remind me of the move out papers called the maintenance shed to get somebody for the apartment inspection. "Oh, I see, well he'll be fine. Please have him come to the office." She hung up the phone and smiled her vacuous 'sales' smile. "Our regular guy is not available, but we have a visiting guy here from one of our other complexes and he's able to come and do your inspection. He'll be here shortly."

I was offered a cup of coffee while I waited and, while I was fixing it up in the back office (it seemed that the coffee service had to be moved for some remodeling), the visiting guy arrived. I heard this deep basso voice call my name. Poking my head around the back office door, I nearly dropped my cup of coffee at the sheer masculine stud that stood in front of the blond bimbo!

"Hi, I'm Frank, are you ready for your inspection?" Hell yeah, I thought as I nodded and followed him out to his little golf cart, you can inspect me all you want! He was easily six feet tall, short brown hair and clean shaven although a little designer stubble was showing along his jaw line. I'd have guessed him about mid to late thirties as he had a mature air about him but didn't look as old as forty. Both the uniform shirt and pants fit tightly to his body, the shirt showing a muscled chest, back and tight abs while the pants hugged Frank's full butt and thick thighs. The pants also perfectly outlined a large bulge in front that was only partly obscured by what might have been a cell phone or wallet, the bulge lengthening somewhat as Frank noticed I was noticing the tight fit of his uniform. He offered to give me a ride in his maintenance cart to the apartment and we drove off, leaving the bimbo behind.

"Here we are, Mr. Danvers." We got out of the cart and, after he'd grabbed a backpack from the back of the cart, walked up the stairs to my old apartment. "We've already rekeyed, so these are the only keys to the apartment." He pulled out a small envelope and drew out a key, unlocked the door and then stood aside to let me enter, locking the door for some reason behind him.

He pulled out of the backpack one of those metal boxes that store forms and allows them to be clipped to the top of the box, opened the box and pulled out a partially filled out form. "We'll start in the kitchen," he said and we inspected that area, finding nothing wrong and moved on through the living room, dining area, hallway, second bathroom and rear bedrooms. Finding all in order, he made some notations on the form and then grinned. "OK ready for the master bedroom and bath." He checked over the bathroom, finding it in order and then oddly closed all the blinds in that room. Being full daylight outside, the blinds allowed plenty of light in and I was wondering why he closed them until he told me to wait a minute and then returned with the backpack.

"I noticed you liked what you saw when you met me, Mr. Danvers, so I thought I'd let you have a better look." He peeled off his uniform shirt to reveal his thick, hairy pecs and tight abs and smiled at my dumbfounded look as he unbuckled his belt, kicked off his shoes, and let his pants fall in a heap around his ankles. He removed his pants and, carefully folding both the pants and the shirt, set them aside. He pulled off his black socks, set them into their respective shoes and then, with a little grin at me, got out a threadbare but clean towel, a bottle of EZGlide lubricant and some rubbers out of his backpack.

"Would you like to join me?" he said as he idly fondled the developing bulge in the front of his white briefs. Two seconds later my clothing was in a heap beside his and we both held each other's thickening cocks and churning balls through our underwear. After a couple minutes of feeling each other up through clothing Frank was first to slip his hands down the front of my boxers, grinning at the treasure he found inside. "Ah, that's nice," he purred as he grasped Mr. Happy's nine slender inches and tickled my heavy balls with a finger. I was interested in his package up front but wanted to get my hands full of that hard bubble butt and so I reached inside the back of his briefs and grasped what felt like heavy boulders of butt cheek, furry like his belly and filling my hands with pure muscle. That made him purr louder and I mauled these hairy mounds until by silent agreement we both peeled each other's underwear off and then sank down on the towel to get a bit closer to each other's bodies.

Frank's mouth latched onto my cock and began giving me head like he'd never had it so good. I had pried open those mounds of butt muscle and was busily working on the tight rosebud of Frank's asshole as it trembled at my tongue's attack. I didn't want Frank to feel left out, so I alternated my butt attack with a few practiced goes on his throbbing cock as well, the bursts of precum telling me that he appreciated the activity. I guess we'd been at it for a good twenty minutes before Frank's mouth popped off my cock like a cork out of a champagne bottle and then, in a flawless move, he spun himself around so that my cock was aiming at his tender rosebud and, after handing me a rubber and the bottle of lube, said, "OK, enough fooling around, fuck me!" I never say no to an offer like that and, after getting Mr. Happy all kitted out in his new raincoat and making Frank's asshole all slippery with lube, I pressed against his entry and slowly pushed my way inside.

Tight. That was my first thought as I slowly penetrated Frank, his hard muscled and hairy legs up and ankles resting upon my shoulders as he adjusted his position to better take my cock. Lying on his back made his chest push upwards and I positioned myself so that I could grab handfuls of those pecs while I slid deeper and deeper inside him. Frank kept up a quiet yet highly erotic dirty talk, peppered with groans and yips as Mr. Happy filled him up, whispering at times and yelping when I found a particularly sensitive spot. Before long I was inside him all the way, my pubic bone pressed against the hard bumpers of his butt and his balls pressing against my belly. I bent forward and pressed my chest against his, slowly rubbing our bodies together as my cock slid in and out in short, slow moves that made him purr with delight. I was indeed in hog heaven, for Frank's torso was everything that I'd wanted in a guy and just hairy enough to make it worth my time. Frank told me later that he'd been looking for a cock like mine for a long time and that it was a dream come true to be on the receiving end for a change.

I noted that the light from the shaded windows was lessening, and as I'd remembered from living at the apartment that meant it was getting on into late afternoon. Time to get busy, I thought, and slowly ratcheted up my fucking speed and deepened my stroke until Frank was being pounded into the threadbare towel, the sharp slap slap slap of our flesh meeting together quickening with my rhythm. Frank's insides kept up with me, staying tight and yet loose enough to handle the workout I was giving him, his asshole still clutching my rod like it never wanted to let go. I felt the churning of his impending orgasm almost before he did, but we both felt it as he let out a yelp and his creamy man juice flew from his cock to soak his torso, spurting from his cock as it flailed around on his body while I fucked the bejesus out of him.

I almost always cum when my partner does and this time was no exception, Mr. Happy registering the change in Frank's asshole and deciding he liked it so much that he'd add to the party, filling the reservoir of the rubber with my own fresh whipped goodness. I've also always believed that it's not a good fuck unless the receiver says he could feel my orgasm as well, and Frank reported that indeed he could feel my spurts against his prostate as I blasted into the rubber. Spent, I fell forward onto Frank's meaty body and lost track of the next few minutes in post-orgasmic haze...

..."Buddy? "Mr. Danvers?" I slowly woke up and realized that Frank was lightly shaking my shoulder and trying to wake me without really waking me. I yawned and gave his grinning face a big sloppy kiss then stretched and got up off his warm body, allowing him to get up and then fish out some small packets from his backpack. "Here, buddy, use these." The packets he handed me were a rather expensive men's freshening wipe, scented like one of my favorite colognes and, oddly enough, like the scent I'd so liked on Frank. I opened a packet and cleaned myself up a bit, watched Frank do the same and then we carefully packed up all the towels, rubbers and materials back into his backpack. We got dressed and, when presentable, Frank pulled me into his arms and gave me a big kiss. I noted that we'd been having fun in the apartment for almost three hours and, in less than an hour, the office would close. Frank just smiled and, filling out the rest of the paperwork, had me sign a few places on the paperwork. He tore off a few copies and handed them to me and that's when I noticed the paperwork I had in my hands was the final move out forms.

"Frank, is there some mistake?" I indicated the forms in my hands. "I thought this was the pre-move out inspection. Don't I have to come back for the final?"

Frank grinned at me and said, "Mr. Danvers, based on my inspection of the premises, you left this apartment in such good condition that we'll only need to do a bit of touch up paint and the normal carpet cleaning. No sense having you come back for that, so I went ahead and signed off on your final as well." He grinned again and said, "However, based upon your inspection of my body, I will want many more inspections from you."

"I think that can be arranged," I said, laughing and thanked Frank for the gift of saving me all that time for doing the final move out by giving him my phone number and new address. "I'd like to see you again too, not many men of your caliber out there." He laughed and we left the apartment, Frank relocking it and giving me a ride back to the office where the little bimbo sat, a little miffed that Frank had that freshly fucked look and she hadn't gotten any...

...Frank and I became an item not long after that and many a time he'll schedule an inspection with me. I just have to make sure that our backpack is ready to hand, for Frank is always likely to drop his clothing for a good fuck, even if it's inside an empty apartment...