The Devil Made Me Do It: Tempted and Tested

Introduction to Forbidden Fruit

With the rental truck about a third unloaded I walked to the end of the truck’s cargo box where I set another heavy box of household goods. I straightened up wiping sweat from my brow before arching my aching back backwards and then swaying and twisting side to side trying to work the kinks out. In the process I made eye contact with a hot looking shirtless athletically lean lad who appeared to be in his early twenties standing in the yard across the street. Immediately, a wave of lustful desire swept over me. My body trembled eying the hunky stud, but I knew the young man to be forbidden fruit.

Sight of the sensuous bare-chested stripling not only excited me it took me back to my days before marriage: a time of wild ass youthful sexual exploration and experimentation. Spontaneous arousal had developed in my loins. The longer I ogled the shirtless lad with the well-defined body the bigger the bulge became in my blue BDU cargo shorts. Although married, I stood there in awe, lusting for the alluring lad’s body. Something about his seductive appearance screamed—I’m available—take me—fuck me! 

I attempted to dismiss the depraved thoughts swirling inside my lecherous head as I began walking down the ramp with my arms wrapped around a large dish pack. Walking down the ramp I thought, Could I entice the young man to come over and help me finish unloading. Maybe get to know him better.

The position of the dish pack not only concealed the erection inside my blue cargos it also partially obscured my vision walking down the ramp, which caused me to bump into the good-looking young man standing at the foot of the ramp. I thought, Ah, Mental Telepathy.  The young man reached out grabbing onto the box in an attempt to steady me, keep me from falling. “Here let me help,” he said.

The man’s touch sent shivers through my body, causing Goosebumps. “I’m good,” I said wrestling the tall box free from his grasp, setting it down on the hand truck furnished by the rental company. The one thing the Navy taught me over the years—Balance. As I stood up I extended my hand, “Name’s Christopher Crossover…Call me Chris.”

“Tyler Strong, but everyone calls me Ty. Glad to meet ya Chris. I live across the street.”

“Glad to meet you Ty.”

An awkward silence befell us standing there facing each other exchanging subtle glances. We both eyed each other, in my opinion, hungry for the other’s body.

On close examination Tyler’s golden bronze body appeared blemish free except for that sparse triangle patch of curly light brown hair center on his chest. The young man exuded perfection; perfect abdomen, arms, legs, pecs, but what caused my gaze to linger, the two delicious looking erect pink nipples protruding about a quarter inch from each areola.

Gorgeous pink nipples were my Achilles Heel. I thought, Tyler’s body damn near a ten. He looked good enough to eat, but what I wanted to eat remained hidden.

After eight years in the Navy I’d seen my share of good-looking nude sailors; however, Tyler’s body whetted my appetite for more. He appeared more delectable than others for some insane reason.

Only discharged from the Navy a week I’d been slightly apprehensive about becoming a civilian once again. A void lingered. No shipmates around to help me and then drink beer with afterwards. There’s nothing quite like the fraternal bonds formed in the military. I thought, Maybe I’ll offer Tyler a few bucks. His help would definitely speedup the unloading process. “So Ty you want to make a few bucks today and maybe drink some cold beer after we’re done?”

“Sure, Whatcha got in mind?”

“How much you charge to help me finish unloading the truck and set up a few basic items inside the house?”

“Cold beer sounds good enough for me, besides I need the exercise,” Tyler said.

“With that body you don’t appear to need much exercise.”

Tyler thought, Is this guy coming onto me? “A swim in that fabulous pool in your backyard along with beer would close the deal.” Tyler said. “Swimming is how I keep this body in shape,” making a sweeping motion with his hands from waist up and then flexing his biceps.

“Cool,” Tyler said eager to see Chris in swim attire.

I thought, how Tyler knew there was a pool in the backyard. Didn’t make any difference I needed  help. 

“What you want me ta do and where ya want me to start?” Tyler asked.

“Start shifting remaining boxes from the front to the back stacking them at the end so I can offload them onto the hand truck and wheel them inside.”

The process of unloading the truck went smooth with little conversation between us; however, lots of sweat. Every trip I made with the hand truck the more I thought about Tyler’s appeal as a sexual animal—so suckable and  fuckable. In my mind’s eye, I secretly wondered what Ty might look like nude and boned up; couple times I thought I spotted a well-defined bulge with impressive glans outlined beneath the fabric of his board shorts. Only certain men are suckable. GQ men are more naturally more suckable than non GQ men. Within a couple hours we’d emptied the truck and had everything stowed inside the house or the garage.

Then we turned our attention to setting up certain items of necessity in different rooms. Before long with everything done beer o’clock arrived. Tyler stood on the lanai his forehead and bare chest glistening with droplets of sweat awaiting his reward for a job well done. Damn, his body tantalized me. Something about him drew me to him.

“I’ll take that cold beer now,” Tyler said.

“Sure,” I said reaching into the ice chest for a couple cold Coronas. “Here ya go.”

“Corona’s good beer,” Tyler said.

“Corona is what we drank in San Diego, among others”

Tyler grabbed the beer bottle. We popped them open and clanged our bottles together before gulping long swigs. By that time my T-shirt gone too we both stood there bare-chested drinking our beer. As we drank we continued secretly scrutinizing each other’s bodies. While we chatted we began exchanging personal information, getting better acquainted. All the while my mind whirred with wild ass thoughts about engaging in sex with my new neighbor.

The question, could Tyler be the Devil in disguise? Before marriage during my pre Navy days I’d been something of a cock hound, lusting after beautiful guy’s with awesome cocks and extraordinary cockheads. I missed those days. Although happily married my wife knew about my sexual proclivity towards young men. In fact, my penchant for beautiful young men, their well-defined bodies and sexual equipment is something I’d disclosed to Susan before we wed.

Before Susan and I married I felt the need to reveal a tale or two about how I’d engaged in sexual experimentation not only with females, but with males too, during my youthful years. Over the years I’d come to enjoy certain sexual acts with young men, especially blowjobs and anal intercourse. Although I’d disclosed my predisposition towards sex with young men I hadn’t told Susan the full story: stories that revolved around engaging in multiple sex acts with no less than two dozen guys prior to joining the Navy.

I first learned about blow jobs as most young men do, experimenting; experimenting by way of comparing and mutual masturbation, which eventually led to oral sex. Trust and discretion were key ingredients to sexual experimentation.

The Las Vegas promise, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, was the promise made among young people. You took a vow of secrecy that you would not divulge certain sexual things you did together. You would take anything and everything you did together to the grave. The other area to be considered—trust. Trust that you could keep that secret and not rat out or be ratted out; therefore, early oral sex required those giving and receiving blowjobs to do so using the sixty-nine position until a sense of trust could be established between parties.

My early attempts at blowjobs were disastrous, to the point after the first few I was ready to quit and make no further attempts, the same for anal sex. However, I soon came to the conclusion communication to be a key ingredient to satisfying sex for all parties, female or male. Over the years I learned and passed onto my partners what pleased me most sexually and encouraged my partners to respond with what pleased them. As partners we talked about certain aspects of sex before and afterwards. I discovered post-coital conversation to be stimulating and helped shorten the refractory period.

With communication and tutoring I’d quickly become an accomplished young cock sucker. Never a sissy or passive person, I just enjoyed performing well with perfect or near perfect cocks. Susan resigned herself to my bisexual streak. We’d been married for almost seven blissful years with that secret.

The first six years of marriage sex had been fantastic. In fact, better than fantastic; however, the last three or four months sex between us had begun to lose its magic. Some call it the seven-year itch. We were still very much in love, just not the passion there once had been. During my last few months in the Navy I found myself secretly spending more and more of my free time online watching porn videos, reading erotic stories, engaging in online chat room sex, and of course self-pleasuring.

In chat rooms I’d developed a couple online affairs with other guys. We chatted while exchanging nude photos and real time video, jacking off, but we never revealed our faces in the photos or true names.

Over the months after developing a couple online sexual affairs I’d been tempted to hookup with a couple guys with whom I developed a running online sexual relationships, but backed out at the last minute. 

In fact, in an attempt to keep me on the straight and narrow Susan and I agreed early on in our marriage to work certain of my homosexual fantasies and behaviors into our sexual repertoire. Over the years we’d accumulated a variety of sex toys and erotic videos to assist those fantasies, but I never ventured back engaging in sex with men. Not that I hadn’t thought about it.

Throughout my time in the Navy I continued to lust for men and I’d been plagued by fantasies of engaging certain hot fellow shipmates in sex; however, I managed to keep my pecker in my pants, a hard thing for me to do at times, especially during long deployments away from Susan.

Before Tyler or I could finish our second beer or let our friendship develop further, Susan appeared on the lanai to snap us back to reality. “You finished unloading Babe?” Susan asked as she stepped forward to kiss me on the cheek. “Who’s the handsome dude drinking beer with you?”

“Oh. This is Tyler Strong from across the street. He came over to give me a hand,” I said.

“Great to meet you Tyler Strong,” Susan said with a grin shaking hands with the neighbor. “So, baby’s got a new beer drinking buddy already?”

“I guess,” Tyler said sheepishly.

“You keep your hands off him he’s my man,” Susan said tongue-in-cheek.

Tyler didn’t know how to take Susan and her comments. “I’ll try,” Tyler replied with a smile.

Susan’s juices were flowing as she continued ogling the attractive athletic stud. She wondered what he might look like naked and what kind of junk he might be packing. She’d never cheated on Chris, but enjoyed looking at fresh meat.

I enjoyed watching porn videos and online videos with Susan. We would watch and make salacious comments about porn actor’s bodies and attributes while watching. Susan secretly wondered how Tyler’s meat might feel inside her. She wanted to see him all boned up. Maybe she’d fantasize about him taking her and ravishing her with wild abandon the next time she and Chris made love. Something they hadn’t done in a while.

From Ty’s vantage point he could see a wet spot developing on the crotch of Susan’s pants. He felt a wave of embarrassment come over him. By that time he had a nice bulge going on beneath the fabric of his cargos as did Chris. All parties were horny and in high states of arousal, leaking precum profusely.

“Hey, I gotta run. Got shit to do at home before my folks get home,” Ty said making a hasty exit. What Tyler really needed to do, run home to rub one out.

“Don’t be a stranger.” Both Chris and Susan said in unison. “Let me know whenever you want to go swimming,” Chris said to his new buddy as he departed.

“Will do,” Tyler said as he disappeared.

“Seems like a nice enough guy,” Susan said.

“Yeah and a hard worker, he’s on summer break. He goes back to the university in the fall to finish his final year.”

“What’s his major…Physical Education?” Susan asked wittily.

“Surprisingly no, he’s doing a double major in political Science and Communication. That’s why it’s taken him five years to complete the program,” I said. “And lucky for me he works part-time in the admission’s office.

“He sure is hot looking,” Susan said. “Maybe he can help you get enrolled.”

“Yeah,” I said finishing my beer. “We discussed that before you get here.”

“So, when does the rental truck have to be turned in?” Susan asked.

“By nine tomorrow morning. Why?” I asked.

“I’m horny honey,” Susan said with that come-hither look. “I think we need to set up the bed and get down to business…You know christen the new bedroom.” All my horny girl could think about, fucking me all night long. The dampness in her crotch had become bigger and begun to turn into a waterfall.

“Tyler and I already set up the bed frame and placed the mattress on it, so all we got to do is make up the bed with fresh linens,” I said as I broke open the box marked master bedroom linen.

Susan and I began making up the bed placing the form fitted sheet over the king size memory foam mattress. Standing across the mattress from each other our horniness was evident. Her crotch wet and nipples hard as diamonds. With the bed made Susan pulled me down onto the bed on top of her. After a few soulful kisses she asked, “So where’s the box with the toys?”

“Over here,” I said. I got up, grabbed the box marked personal items with a big uppercase “T” on it and broke it open. I began to unwrap and lay the toys on the bed. “Honey, go turn the shower on I’ll be in shortly.”

Susan scooped up handfuls of toys before heading off for the bathroom. We each had our favorite from Rascal fleshphallix super stars collection: mine a Jeremy Bilding 7X6 hands free model and hers, an Eddie Stone, measuring 7.5X6. Both theses porn superstars had been blessed with awesome looking maleness and very prominent cockheads. Over the years we’d collected a couple boxes of sex toys.

Two unopened boxes contained sex doll body torsos as well as other items. When I felt the need I’d mount that badass doll to fuck my ass like a rodeo rider on a bronco. I heard the water running. My cock hard as I stripped off my shorts, sneakers and socks.

I stood there in front of the big mirror admiring and playing with my hard cock for a few seconds before hearing Susan’s voice requesting my presence in the bathroom.

“Coming.” I complied making my way into the bathroom. I stepped into the large Roman bathtub. The water was already halfway up my lower leg. Susan exclaimed, “Oh my!” Referring to my cock standing at attention; there she stood with her arms open, nipples hard as diamonds and that golden body of a goddess ready for me. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her body. My hard cock slipped between her slippery legs as she whispered into my ear, “Fuck me baby! Fuck me all night…Make me cum all night long.”

“But you gotta promise to fuck me too,” I replied.

“Oh yeah. I wanna eat your ass and then fuck you silly,” Susan whispered. “Now get out and do a good anal douche. I need that hole clean enough to eat,”

We continued talking dirty while I prepped my ass for pleasuring. Once I dumped I returned to the big two person Roman bathtub: one of the welcome updates to our new house. Standing in the tub we pressed our bodies into each other. Our tongues entered, searching each other’s mouths as we dropped to our knees. “Better turn off the mixer,” Susan said.

The two of us eased down into the tub of warm water cuddling, holding and fondling each other. Our hands and fingers roaming over each other’s bodies, tenderly touching all those special erogenous zones we’d discovered so many years before. Our foreplay continued for a good half hour, until the water began to cool.

Suddenly, Susan stood up pulling me with her to rinse our bodies of body wash with the flexible shower head before she ask me if my anal cavity was clean. “You ready?”

“Hell yeah, I’m ready to get you off,” I said.

“Oh baby I’ve already gotten off twice, but you can eat my pussy and get me off again.”

As we reached the king bed Susan threw me down on the freshly made bed. The soft memory foam swallowed me up as she fell on top of me. Our mouths met, our tongues dueled and our bodies ground into each other. She whispered, “Let’s play submarine. You dive and eat me.”

Susan rolled off me onto her back with her legs spread and bent at the knees. I positioned between her wide spread legs where I let my tongue begin exploring her precious pink pussy lips working my way up to her swollen crimson clit. I hadn’t tasted that fresh little strawberry in a few weeks.

Susan moaned and squealed as I licked and sucked on the swollen little bud. I began working my way down towards her taint. Already wet with the taste of her cum. Then my tongue found her wrinkled pink pucker at the base of her taint. She jumped and squealed pushing her smooth blemish free ass hard into my face working it up and down. My hands spread her voluptuous buns giving my tongue better access to her now open pink asshole.

I pushed my tongue inside her sphincter and began working it around. She proceeded to go wild pushing her ass crack hard into my face. God her asshole was hot. I heard her say, “Turn around baby so we can both pleasure each other’s assholes.”

After a few seconds we repositioned our bodies to assume the sixty-nine position. Susan’s tongue found my asshole. We continued pleasuring each other, but my mind strayed thinking about Tyler. I imagined him sneaking into the bedroom with a bottle of lubricant and condom in hand. Then I envisioned his tongue begin to bath my ass crack in search of the treasure—my asshole.

Suddenly, I felt a tongue enter my asshole. I howled with joy. After a few more seconds of blissfulness with the tongue gone fingers began pushing lubricant into my asshole while I screamed, “Fuckme! Fuck me with that big cock of yours!”

I dreamed Tyler’s big cock topped off with that prominent pink cockhead was positioned to fuck me. I felt the cockhead pushing, entering my ass. The spongy head lingered for a few seconds before pushing full length into me. In my mind Tyler’s cock began slowly moving in and out of my ass. Each time the big head passed over my prostate I wailed with joy begging to be fucked, “Fuck me! Make me cum.”

Biting my lip I didn’t call out Tyler’s name. After what seemed like an eternity Susan came again and I ejaculated almost simultaneously. I could feel warm cum shooting onto my chest. I eased Susan’s Eddie Stone dildo from her pussy watching her pussy gush cum. I grabbed the life like dildo. I began sucking on the head and licking her juice from the cockhead while she continued stroking my ass with the super star’s dildo.

After a few moments we repositioned face to face. “Oh Fuck. That was so fucking great,” I said breathlessly, my heart pounding, body glistening with sweat.

“Babe that was fucking fabulous,” Susan said. “I thought maybe you’d gone impotent on me or turned gay.”

“I’ve missed that…It’s been too long,” I said. “Let’s not go that long again.”

“Yeah,” Susan replied. “I think maybe it was all the stress of getting out of the Navy…The not knowing what our future held.”

“I think you may be right.”

“So, who did you imagine it was fucking your ass?” Susan asked with a knowing smile.

“Why do you ask?”

“You were just fucking out of control wailing and writhing while I fucked your ass with the dildo,” Susan said. “I bet you were thinking about Tyler fucking you.”

“Really,” I replied.

I’ll bet if I hadn’t gotten home when I did you and Tyler would have been fucking each other’s brains out,” Susan said with a smile. “I saw how you two were interacting.”

“He must have made an impression on you too…Hell you hadn’t been with us more than 15 minutes before I spotted the wetness in your crotch.”

“I’d just left the gym.”

“Sure,” I replied.

“Okay, so you got me…Maybe Tyler did turn me on just a little and found myself fantasizing what it might be like with him inside me instead of a dildo,” Susan said. “I guess I’m a little jealous.”

“Why?”

“I know Tyler can give you something I can’t,” Susan replied.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“A real life big hard dick to fuck you in the ass.”

“Nonsense, I’ve got you and you indulge all my kinky idiosyncrasies…What more could I ask for in our relationship.”

“You ready to go again my big bad Navy stud?” Susan asked.

After a quick shower we began making out. Before long my cock grew hard again ready to go. We fucked like newlyweds for the next couple hours or so, wailing, vocalizing our fantasies using Tyler’s name instead of Eddie or Jeremy.  As I dozed off I thought, are Susan and I being tempted by forbidden fruit…Was the Devil testing us.