A gay story: Lust Incarnate “Come on, Tristan, let’s just give it a try,” Reed urged me.
The year was 1987, and it was Halloween night. I’d invited my best friend over, figuring we’d binge on leftover candy and watch slasher movies on cable, but Reed quickly made it clear he had other plans.
We both stared at the book in his hands. It was open to a specific page he’d dogeared, and I could practically feel the excitement radiating off him. He’d showed up at my front door at nine that night, just before I turned off the porch light. Most of the trick-or-treaters had showed up by half past eight, and now the neighborhood was quiet.
“Tristan, look what I found!” Reed had exclaimed, charging past me into the living room and holding the book aloft.
It was clothbound and had definitely seen better days. I frowned in confusion as Reed explained that it was some kind of grimoire he’d found in his grandfather’s attic earlier that afternoon.
“What the hell is a grimoire?” I’d asked.
“A book of spells, I think.”
Now as we sat side by side on the couch, I listened to Reed’s entreaties. “It’ll be fun! I mean, Halloween is the perfect night for trying to cast a spell,” he said.
It took effort not to roll my eyes. Reed and I had been best friends forever, and while I sometimes found his enthusiasm infectious, tonight I wasn’t feeling it. I’d just broken up with Meredith, who’d been my girlfriend all throughout high school, and I’d skipped a cool Halloween party because I was worried she might be there.
The truth was, I was still trying to sort out my feelings over the breakup. I didn’t understand why I wasn’t more upset, and I wondered if the reality of the relationship being over hadn’t fully sunk in yet. Right now, I mainly felt relief. Only after Meredith and I had called it quits did I realize I’d always felt like I was pretending around her when we were together.
Still, I wasn’t in the mood to play games with Reed tonight. I watched him run a hand through his red hair, his eyes bright as he skimmed a page of the grimoire. “I think this is written in Old English,” he murmured, pretending to be oblivious to my lack of interest. For some reason, he was wearing a t-shirt, though the night was chilly. He hadn’t even brought a jacket. Meanwhile, I was in a sweatshirt.
Eyeing his arms, I noticed he was more muscular. Over the summer, he’d been working out, and while he was never going to be a bodybuilder or anything, he definitely looked stronger.
Reed and I were both eighteen and had graduated from high school in June. Now I was taking classes at the community college while working part time at a pizza place, and Reed was living with his grandfather, helping to care for him while figuring out what he wanted to do.
When I thought of why Reed was now at his grandfather’s house, my irritation with him faded. I needed to go easier on my friend, I told myself. These past few months had been difficult for him. I recalled how devastated he was when his parents had kicked him out not long after graduation. While I’d known for years that Reed was gay, I had carefully guarded his secret. In July, he’d finally worked up the nerve to tell his parents, and they’d promptly informed him that he was no longer welcome in their house.
Fortunately, his grandfather wasn’t so closeminded, and he offered Reed a place to stay. The man was getting on in years, and he was also a widower, so I imagined he was glad for Reed’s help, as well as his company.
My mom, who was working nights at the local hospital, including this Halloween, had also taken the news about Reed well when I’d finally told her. “He’s in for a rough time of it, especially in this town,” she’d said, “but he deserves to be happy just like everyone else.”
Playing Mom’s words over in my mind, I sat up on the couch and leaned toward Reed in order to examine the book he held. It was no use sitting around and sulking like an asshole, I told myself, especially on Halloween. “How did this book end up in your grandfather’s attic?” I asked Reed.
“I’m not sure,” he replied. “I think my aunt was into a lot of New Age stuff, and she probably left it behind when she moved out.”
“Well, do you even understand what’s in it?” I wanted to know.
Reed glanced over at me. “Only some of it,” he admitted.
His eyes were a more vivid blue than mine, and his fair skin was quick to burn in the sun, while I managed to keep a decent tan for much of the year. When he wasn’t acting like a goofball over a book of spells, he carried himself with a grace that I admired. We were both a few inches shy of six feet tall, and though I’d always been the stronger one, he was definitely catching up with me. I wondered who he hoped to impress with the new muscles he was sporting. It was possible that he was interested in someone local, but I couldn’t imagine who it might be. Ours was a small town, and one in which a man didn’t go around advertising he was gay.
Brushing a strand of dark hair from my forehead, I nodded toward the book. “Well, what kind of spell is that one?” I asked, peering at the page Reed had dogeared.
For a moment, he didn’t answer, and I swore I saw him blushing. “It’s, um, it’s a…”
“Spit it out, Reed,” I said.
“It’s a love spell,” he blurted, unable to meet my eyes.
Understanding dawned on me then. So that’s what all this nonsense was about, I realized. Reed was interested in meeting someone, and he knew the situation was hopeless in our town. Desperate times called for desperate measures, sure, but he had to know this grimoire was nothing but bullshit.
“Reed, come on,” I said, trying to keep my tone gentle. “You don’t really think that could work, do you?”
He finally looked over at me and held my stare. “What does it hurt to try?” he asked. I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could speak, he slammed the book shut. “You know what? Just forget it.”
“Reed, wait…”
He practically leapt to his feet. “Of course you think this is ridiculous,” he said. “You could have any girl you want, while I’ll probably be alone for the rest of my fucking life!”
I could hear the bitterness edging his words, and I hurried to stand so I could stop him from leaving. “Hey, I’m sorry!” I said, rushing to place myself between him and the door. “I don’t think it’s ridiculous, okay?” Reed searched my face, and I sensed his suspicion. Pressing a hand to my chest, I added, “It’s not like I’m doing great in the love department right now, either. Maybe the spell could work for me, too.”
Reed wasn’t stupid; he knew I was humoring him. Yet his anger slowly faded, and I was relieved when he actually smiled a little. “Are you sure?” he asked me. “We don’t have to, Tristan. You’re probably right that it’s a totally dumb idea.”
“Nope, I’m all in,” I assured him. “But you’re going to have to do the incantation or recitation or whatever it is, because I don’t understand hardly any of what’s on that page.”
Reed’s smile widened. “I’ll do my best.” Holding the grimoire to his chest, he nodded toward the hallway. “So should we do this in your room?” he asked.
“How about we have a drink first?” I suggested. “Mom will never notice if I get into her booze to make a couple of Rum and Cokes.”
Reed looked uncertain. “I don’t know, Tristan. It’s probably not the best idea to cast a spell while intoxicated.”
I had to bite my tongue in order to keep from replying that it didn’t matter how damn sober we were; we weren’t casting any kind of spell tonight. Instead, I said, “Don’t be such a spaz, Reed. We’re not going to get wasted from one drink. Tell you what, I’ll go easy on the rum when I make yours.”
My friend let out a sigh but finally agreed. I hadn’t planned on us drinking tonight, but I figured Reed would end up staying over, so he wasn’t going anywhere. Mom wouldn’t be home till after seven tomorrow morning. And honestly, if I had any chance of pretending to be invested in all this spellcasting crap, I needed a drink first.
In the kitchen, Reed leaned against the counter and watched closely as I poured rum into his glass. “That’s enough,” he told me. I rolled my eyes before pouring my own drink. While Reed’s was probably no more than 20% rum, the liquor made up most of mine.
As we sipped from our glasses, I allowed my stare to sweep over Reed once more. “I can tell you’ve been working out,” I remarked. It felt kind of weird, giving Reed a compliment like that, but I wanted to boost his confidence.
Reed raised his eyebrows, then pulled up the sleeve of his t-shirt to examine his left bicep as he flexed it. “Really?”
I nodded. “You’re definitely getting results.”
He shrugged, but I knew he was pleased with my comment. “I’ve just been lifting weights some.”
“Well, keep it up,” I replied, then downed the rest of my drink. When Reed was slow to finish his, I grabbed the glass from him and helped myself to it as well. “Okay,” I said, releasing a satisfied sigh. “Let’s get started.”
We headed to my room, and Reed opened the grimoire once more. “So from what I can understand of this,” he said, “we need to make a circle on the floor, and we need to stay inside the circle at all times once we start casting the spell.”
I looked down at the worn carpet covering my bedroom floor. “Okay, how are we going to do that?”
Reed’s gaze drifted around the room before settling on a glass jar full of seashells on top of my dresser. “We’ll use those,” he said.
The alcohol had brought a flush to my cheeks, and it also made me more amenable to Reed’s nutty ideas. Without argument, I retrieved the jar, studying the shells inside for a moment. I remembered gathering them at the beach one summer, right before Mom and Dad had split up. That was our last vacation as a family.
Reed helped me position the shells on the carpet in the outline of a fairly large circle. Then we stood and examined our work. “Good enough,” he decided. “Now we need something to represent each element: water, earth, air, and fire.”
“The room is full of air already,” I said, trying not to scoff.
Reed shot me a dirty look. “It’s the symbolism that matters.”
I thought a moment. “Mom has one of those decorative paper fans in her room. Would that work? I mean, we could wave it around a couple of times to circulate the air.”
“Now you’re talking,” Reed said.
Once I’d gone to get the fan and then placed it inside the circle, we set about getting the rest of the items we needed. As ridiculous as this was, I had to admit it was also a little fun. Reed took a glass from the kitchen and filled it with water, and I got a spoonful of dirt from Mom’s potted plant in the living room to represent the earth element.
“Now all we need is a candle,” Reed told me. I got a tapered candle from a drawer in the kitchen, along with a candlestick. After grabbing my lighter to light the candle, I placed it in the center of circle, between the water and dirt.
“Good thing Mom is working tonight,” I muttered as I waved her fan around the circle, careful not to extinguish the candle flame. “If she saw us doing this, she would totally freak out.”
Finally Reed and I were finished preparing, and I nodded in approval at our work. “Looks pretty radical,” I said. “We should be all set now, right?”
My friend didn’t respond for several seconds, and it seemed like he was gathering up his nerve. But then he nodded, and after I turned off the overhead light, we sat across from each other within the circle, the elemental items on the floor between us.
Reed opened the grimoire to the right page, then looked up at me. I watched as the shadows cast by the flickering candle flame danced over his face. In that moment, my friend appeared almost as a stranger. His pupils were huge, the darkness of them swallowing up much of his blue irises. I could sense his excitement to begin, and I hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed when nothing came of this.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered to me, and I did as he asked. There were far worse ways to spend Halloween, I told myself.
As Reed started reciting the spell, I found I could understand some of the words he took such great care to enunciate, but not all of them. Definitely not enough to understand the gist of the spell. I released a faint sigh, hoping my impatience to be done with this wasn’t too obvious.
But then I heard a particular word clear as a bell, and my eyes snapped open. In between a bunch of other half-comprehensible phrases, Reed repeated the word multiple times: “Lust… lust… lust…”
“I thought this was a love spell!” I hissed. “Why do you keep saying that?”
Reed gave me an icy stare, then brought a finger to his lips, indicating that I should stay quiet. I sighed again and shrugged. Maybe Reed was more interested in getting laid than in finding a soulmate, I thought. This “love spell” was starting to sound more like a sex spell.
Reed began speaking faster, the words he read aloud tumbling from his lips. I frowned while listening, and I knew I wasn’t imagining the chill settling over the room. I could feel it through my sweatshirt, yet when I peeked at Reed, I discovered he wasn’t shivering. No, his breathing actually quickened until he was close to panting.
At that moment, the candle flame was suddenly extinguished, as if someone had pinched it between their fingertips,
With the room now cast into complete darkness, I whispered, “What the hell? Did you do that, Reed?”
“I swear I didn’t!”
Before I could say anything else, a sound emanating from the corner of my room, near the bed, made me freeze. Listening closely, I realized it was a low growl.
My heart beat furiously as I stood and scrambled to turn on the light.
“No!” Reed shouted. “Tristan, don’t break the circle!”
But it was too late. I flipped the light switch on the wall, illuminating the room once more, and what I saw only feet away from my best friend made my knees buckle in abject terror.
Reed followed my stricken stare, looking over his shoulder. Then he released a frightened cry, jumping to his feet. He no longer cared about the integrity of the circle on the floor. Seashells went skipping over the carpet as he ran to huddle at my side.
My friend and I were no longer alone in my room. A man had somehow gotten inside, and as he stood stark naked beside my bed, he actually flashed his teeth in a kind of snarl.
The guy was massively built, almost a caricature of the muscled male form. He would have totally wiped out the competition for Mr. Universe. I guessed he was six feet tall, but he seemed to tower over me and Reed. His wavy black hair fell to his shoulders, and he had a full beard. His eyes were just as black, the irises indistinguishable from the pupils, which made him look all the more terrifying. Ample body hair covered his bronze skin.
But the most shocking aspect of his appearance was what I saw between his thighs. His cock was at least ten inches long, and as thick as my wrist. And that was while it was soft. It looked like a fucking third leg!
“Who the hell are you?” I demanded, my voice tinged with hysteria. “How did you get in here?”
“He got in here because you broke the circle,” Reed said through clenched teeth, his horrified stare remaining fixed on the dude hulking near my bed.
“But who is he?” I persisted.
The man grinned, but there was no warmth in his expression. “Reed can tell you who I am,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
I turned toward Reed, trying not to hyperventilate. “What the fuck is going on?” I cried.
Reed’s lips were set in a grim line. “He’s a demon,” he finally answered.
“What?” I shrieked, my stare swiveling back to the stranger. “How do you know that, Reed? Did you read about it in that fucking book of yours?”
“He did,” the demon responded for Reed. “My name is the exact same in Old English as it is in your modern tongue. I am Lust, and by casting your spell, you two have summoned me on this most unholy night of the year.”
“We didn’t mean to!” My voice sounded pleading.
Lust raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you?”
My stare darted to Reed once more. “Did you know this would happen?” I hissed.
“I knew it could if you broke the circle!” he hissed back.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” My fury at Reed threatened to overwhelm my fear of the demon.
“Quiet!” Lust thundered, and I swore that the window panes rattled then. Reed and I both jumped and immediately fell silent. “It is no small task for me to physically manifest on this plane of existence, and you two will make the effort worth my while tonight. You’re pathetic excuses for entertainment, but I will have my fun.”
“How?” Reed asked weakly, but by the stricken expression he wore, I guessed he already knew.
The demon’s smile was absolutely sinister. “I am called Lust for a reason.”
I suddenly wished I’d listened to Reed and not had anything to drink earlier, because I was seriously about to ralph all over the place, I was so fucking scared. Glancing over at my friend, I saw that his face was ashen as well.
“No, no, no,” I said in a rush, my brain refusing to accept that this was actually happening. “No, man, we can’t do whatever you’re suggesting!”
Lust’s smile vanished, and as frightening as it had been, the look he now gave me was far worse. “You will,” he said simply. “And if you try to resist, I will begin breaking bones throughout your bodies. I’ll start with those which aren’t necessary for my plans tonight.” He gave us a casual shrug. “Fingers, toes, those sorts of things.”
Reed actually whimpered, and I fought the urge to reach for him.
It was then that my boombox began playing the cassette I’d placed in it earlier that day. As the sound of Depeche Mode’s “Black Celebration” filled the room, I trembled so hard that my teeth chattered.
“What are your plans for us?” I finally managed to ask Lust. Immediately I wished I hadn’t, for the demon closed the distance between us, and as he moved, sleek and powerful, I noticed his enormous cock growing erect.
When Lust stood just inches from Reed, he extended a hand, grasping my friend’s jaw and turning his face from side to side, as if inspecting him. “You’re the one who uttered the spell,” the demon said. “And you are the one I will fuck.”
Something like a sob escaped Reed’s lips. It was gutting me inside to see my friend in this kind of danger.
“Please don’t,” I begged Lust. “Reed’s never had sex before. You’ll tear him apart with that huge dick!”
The demon’s stare traveled to my face, and he tilted his head while regarding me with newfound interest. “You’re concerned for your friend,” he said slowly. “You care for him.”
“Of course I do!” I blurted out.
Lust considered this for a moment, then nodded before looking at Reed once more. “I’ll offer you a choice,” the demon told him. “You can give me your ass or your mouth. Tonight, one of them will be mine.”
I thought those both sounded like horrible options. Taking that cock up a virgin ass would be agony, I knew, but trying to suck it off would definitely be a choking hazard.
Before Reed could decide, the demon went on. “Whichever hole you offer me, your friend here…” He nodded toward me. “He’ll get the other.”
My mouth dropped open. “Wait a fucking minute!” A surge of outrage momentarily quelled my fear. “I’m not gay!”
An evil smile pulled at Lust’s lips. “Tonight you are. If you refuse, Tristan, I’ll use both of Reed’s holes for my pleasure. You wouldn’t want to see that, would you?”
Looking over at Reed, my eyes locked with his, and I knew he was terrified. “I’m so fucking sorry, Tristan,” he whispered, quickly blinking back tears. “I’m so sorry for getting us into this.”
I was sweating from my own increasing panic, but somehow I managed to keep my voice from shaking when I told him, “Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” Closing my eyes, I drew in a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I just had to stay calm and keep my shit together. When I opened my eyes once more, I found both Reed and the demon staring at me. “We’ll just… do what we have to,” I said to Reed. “Decide what you want, and I’ll… I’ll make it work.”
Now it was Reed’s turn to gasp, and I found I couldn’t look at him any longer. Fixing my stare on the floor, I was completely still while waiting for him to speak.
“You can have my mouth,” he finally told Lust, his voice quavering, “and Tristan gets my ass.”
I pressed my lips together to muffle a groan. How was I going to manage this? I asked myself. How would I get hard enough to fuck my best friend? I knew I’d have to distract myself by fantasizing about something else. Maybe that centerfold I’d recently ogled while jacking off, or the memory of Meredith’s tits. My mouth was dry with nervousness. What would this goddamn demon do to me, and to Reed, if I couldn’t get it up?
“I can do this,” I whispered, trying to convince myself as much as Reed.
Lust folded his arms over his chest, and I sneaked another look between his thighs. My god, he was fully hard now. That huge veiny dick, flushed and pulsing, seemed to reach out for me and Reed. I noticed that the demon smelled primal, as if he was sex itself embodied in the flesh. “You will both strip naked,” he ordered.
Reed’s gulp was audible, but he hurried to pull his t-shirt over his head. I stripped out of my sweatshirt, and then we both removed our sneakers and socks before tugging down our jeans and underwear.
Once Reed was completely naked, I allowed myself a sweeping glance at his body, and it was easy to see just how muscular he’d grown. His form now resembled my own much more closely. For a moment, I studied his flaccid cock, discovering that it was about six inches long, just a little larger than mine. I also noticed that while my friend’s chest hair was fairly sparse, he had an impressive amount of pubic hair. It was as red as the hair on his head, the curls thick and full.
To his credit, Reed didn’t look at me once, and I guessed he was trying not to freak me out any further.
“Clean up this mess,” Lust commanded us, pointing at the items we’d so carefully placed on the floor earlier.
Reed dropped to his knees and quickly began gathering up the seashells. I watched as he retrieved the overturned water glass, placing the shells inside it. When he was finished, I took the glass from him, then squatted to pick up Mom’s fan, along with the spoon and candle. I’d have to vacuum up the traces of dirt later.
After placing the objects on my dresser, I turned to find the demon’s foot placed firmly on Reed’s back. “Don’t bother getting up,” he told my friend. Reed froze, remaining on his hands and knees. “You’re exactly how I want you.” Lust looked at me then. “You’re to kneel as well, Tristan.”
I sank to my knees, knowing it was useless to try to resist Lust. With my stare fixed on Reed, I saw that he was shaking almost violently. As I knelt by his side, I was able to see only the profile of his face, but it was obvious that his terror hadn’t abated in the least.
It was then that the demon knelt behind Reed, taking hold of his hips.
“Oh god, no, please,” Reed whispered. “You said you’d take my mouth instead!”
Lust delivered a hard smack across Reed’s bare ass, making him gasp and causing me to almost jump out of my skin. “I’m being gracious, showing you mercy,” the demon said. “I’ll do you the favor of preparing your ass for a good fucking.”
“How will you do that?” I suddenly demanded as Reed looked over his shoulder entreatingly at Lust.
“With this,” the demon replied. Then he extended his tongue far past his lips, and Reed and I gaped at the sight. The organ seemed to have a life all its own, stretching out a full foot in length. All the while, it pulsed and writhed. When Lust leaned forward, his tongue ventured closer to Reed’s ass, and I had to swallow back a cry of horror.
Cupping a hand over my mouth, I watched while Lust’s tongue worked its way between Reed’s spread cheeks. Reed gasped, his eyes growing wide at the sudden intrusion. “Ooh!” he breathed. I searched his face, trying to detect a sign of pain.
“Reed, are you okay?” I asked, my voice high-pitched with alarm. But my friend didn’t answer me, and I flinched when Lust lowered his mouth to Reed’s ass. The demon’s eyes closed, and it seemed he thoroughly enjoyed the act of violating my friend’s most intimate place.
Reed was breathing so hard and fast, I worried he might pass out. Yet he didn’t struggle in Lust’s grip, and as the demon’s mouth began working, Reed moaned.
God help me, but I couldn’t keep from moving closer, positioning myself so I got a better look at what Lust was doing to Reed. The demon’s lips circled his virgin hole, and my mind reeled at the thought of that tongue sliding even deeper into Reed’s body. I told myself it was simply a kind of horrified fascination that made me continue watching.
Lust was nothing if not enthusiastic in eating Reed’s ass. “Please don’t…” Reed murmured, and I crawled until I was kneeling before him. His eyes actually rolled in his head, and I feared that Lust’s tongue was causing him pain.
“Please,” Reed continued to beg. “Ooh fuck, please… don’t stop!”
My eyes widened in shock as I realized Reed was actually enjoying that tongue buried deep in his ass.
“Reed!” I cried, and he finally lifted his head to gaze at me, his stare glassy and unfocused. Once again, he looked like a complete stranger while in the grip of ecstasy. “Talk to me!” I dared to place a hand on his shoulder.
“Tristan, oh god, you can’t imagine how good this feels!” he moaned shamelessly. “His tongue… fuck, it’s everywhere inside my ass!” My mouth dropped open when Tristan began thrusting backward, desperate for an even deeper tongue fucking. It was then that I caught a glimpse of his dick straining out from him.
“Holy shit!” I breathed. “I… I can’t believe this!”
Lust withdrew from Reed then, his tongue disappearing into his mouth once more. Reed let out a whimper of protest at its sudden absence. “Bring your cock to Reed’s lips,” Lust commanded me.
Looking down at myself, I was awash in humiliation to find that my dick was already semi-hard. I tried to convince myself it was just a physical response to seeing Reed so turned on, nothing more.
Lust slid his huge palms over Reed’s shapely ass cheeks. “Do you like what you see, Reed?” he asked.
Reed’s stare was fixed on my dick, and in between his heavy breaths, he said, “I fucking love it!”
I couldn’t help but gasp at my friend’s confession. He was completely out of his mind, I told myself. He didn’t know what he was saying. But what was my excuse? Why was I growing harder by the minute?
My face burned with shame, but I took hold of my cock so I could guide it to Reed’s mouth.
“Show Tristan how much you love his cock,” Lust said to Reed. My stare met the demon’s, and he extended that long tongue once more, waggling it obscenely at me.
Still bracing himself on his hands and knees, Reed leaned forward so he could take my cock between his lips. I drew in a shuddering breath through my clenched teeth, trying to fight my own arousal. “Reed,” I groaned, making his name a plea.
Reed sucked and licked my cockhead, and I trembled at the sight of my friend pleasuring me. Against my will, I felt my dick harden even more. “Reed, we can’t do this. Please…” But we were doing this. The demon had pushed us across an illicit threshold, and I knew, even now, that there was no going back.
It was then that my eyes met Lust’s. An evil grin danced on his lips as he said, “You love the feel of Reed sucking your cock, don’t you, Tristan?” I feebly shook my head no, and the demon’s eyes narrowed. “Speak the truth, or your friend will pay the price for your deception.”
“Yes!” I finally cried.
Reed moaned at my confession, and he continued sucking me off, his mouth relentless. When I felt his tongue massage the underside of my tip, I shook with the effort to keep my hips still, but I wanted nothing more than to thrust my dick farther into Reed’s mouth.
It was as if Lust could read my mind, for he raised an eyebrow and said, “Go on and fuck his throat, Tristan. I certainly will when I have my turn with him.”
I looked away, trying to hide my shame. All the while, I could feel the orgasm building inside me, and I feared I would erupt in Reed’s mouth before I could stop myself. Reed kept his lips wrapped snugly around my shaft, his head bobbing back and forth. It was as if my friend had suddenly morphed into some kind of cocksucking pro. My breathing grew shallow and uneven, and I felt my balls tighten. “I’m gonna come!” I cried.
“Not yet,” Lust replied, his words a warning. Yet Reed didn’t stop sucking me off, and the demon had to grab his hips and haul him backward. Reed panted, trying to catch his breath, and his face was flushed from the obvious effort he’d exerted in bringing me right to the edge.
“It’s time for us to trade places,” Lust told me. “Reed’s ass is ready for your cock now.”
My heart was hammering in my chest so fiercely that I felt lightheaded. “Wait, I can’t just fuck him without some kind of lubrication!” I tried to argue. “I mean, it’s his first time, for Christ’s sake!” My eyes met Reed’s, and I gave him a pleading look. “Reed, what should I do?”
“Petroleum jelly will work,” he said, his voice strained. I noticed that his dick was rock-hard and throbbing.
“We have some in the bathroom, I think.” I quickly climbed to my feet, but before I could head toward the bedroom door, Lust spoke my name with a vehemence that made me freeze.
I turned to the demon, watching as he extended his tongue once more. This time, I noticed it was covered in what looked like thick, clear lube. Lifting a hand, Lust curled a fingertip, beckoning me to him.
I forced myself to approach. My cock was still fully hard despite my fear, and my balls ached with a fierce arousal. Lust’s grotesquely long tongue darted out again to encircle my straining dick. I cried out, the sound full of trepidation and also of pleasure I couldn’t hide. “Holy shit!” I groaned as that coiled tongue glided along every inch of my shaft before returning to my cockhead, leaving a coating of lube on my skin.
By the time Lust turned his attention to Reed’s ass once more, my dick was leaking plenty of pre-cum, and the sight of that tongue caressing my friend’s hole, lubing it up for fucking, only made me hornier. Reed actually dared to stroke his hard cock while reveling in the feel of Lust’s tongue.
Lust gave his ass another smack, this one almost playful. “Oh yes, you’re ready for Tristan to claim that virgin ass, aren’t you, Reed?”
“Yes!” Reed said without hesitation. “So fucking ready!”
Lust’s stare drifted to my pulsing dick. “And Tristan certainly appears ready, too.”
Reed turned his head to gaze up at me then, and I watched his eyes widen at my obvious arousal. I was too far gone to be ashamed any longer. My need was all-consuming, and when Lust moved to kneel before Reed’s face, I hurried to take my place behind my friend.
With shaking hands, I caressed Reed’s firm cheeks, spreading them even farther apart so I could clearly see his asshole.
“Fuck yeah,” Reed said in a guttural voice I barely recognized. “Take it, Tristan!”
I practically growled with the urge to do just that, but instead, I looked to Lust, awaiting permission. The demon took hold of his monstrous cock and guided it to Reed’s waiting mouth. I felt my friend tense in trepidation, and I figured my relief was almost as strong as his when Lust exercised some restraint, bucking his hips with shallow thrusts. It became obvious that he didn’t want to injure Reed, and he seemed to understand there were physical limits as to how much a human throat could accept.
For his part, Reed gratefully worked to please the demon, sucking and licking and moaning. From my position, I couldn’t easily see the blowjob taking place, but I knew Reed’s lips had to be stretched from the girth of Lust’s dick.
The demon’s eyes met mine, and his smile was downright sinful. “Fuck Reed’s ass, Tristan,” he ordered.
With my cock in hand, I guided it to Reed’s entrance, which glistened from the lube Lust had provided. For the first time in my life, I was happy that my dick wasn’t huge. The last thing I wanted to do was cause Reed pain.
“Are you ready, Reed?” I asked in a low voice.
“Mmm hmm!” he responded, his mouth still full of the demon’s cock.
I was careful, oh so careful, as I first entered him. Lust’s tongue had done an incredibly skilled job at stretching Reed’s ass, and I met with far less resistance than I’d expected. When I managed to ease the head of my cock inside Reed, he moaned loudly all around Lust’s cock. I froze, afraid I was hurting him.
Lust took his dick from Reed’s mouth long enough for my friend to plead, “Keep going, Tristan!”
That was all I needed to hear. I took his ass slowly, my cock disappearing inch by inch. My eyes fluttered closed ever so briefly as I reeled from the sensation. It was good, so damn good! Better than I could have imagined. It took an unbelievable amount of self-control to stop myself from bucking my hips and driving my dick all the way inside, but I somehow held back, letting Reed adjust to me opening him wide. Finally I bottomed out, and I could hardly catch my breath.
“Reed, oh fuck!” I panted.
My friend’s moans were continual, and I could only imagine his sensory overload, having me deep in his ass while he sucked Lust’s cock. It was all I could do not to abandon restraint and furiously pound Reed’s ass.
Lust clearly understood the battle waging within me. “Don’t get too carried away with your thrusts,” he warned. “Send Reed flying forward, and he’ll choke on my cock. You might end up hurting him.”
“Ah, Christ!” I moaned. Sweat streamed down my skin, betraying the effort it took for me to heed Lust’s words. After some time, I managed to find the perfect rhythm, thrusting my hips and driving Reed forward far enough for his mouth to take more of Lust’s cock, but not so far that he was gagging on it.
My fingertips dug into Reed’s hips as I used his exquisitely tight ass to heighten my bliss. With my own ass pumping away, I rutted against my best friend, the sound of my heavy breathing filling the room.
Lust gazed down at Reed, stroking his hair with a touch that bordered on tender. “Such an eager cocksucker,” he murmured. I heard Reed gulping, his mouth and throat working to accommodate several inches of Lust’s dick. Every so often, Lust gripped Reed’s hair and pulled him back, giving my friend a chance to catch his breath. The first time it happened, I grew still, figuring Reed’s ass might need a break as well.
“Don’t stop!” Reed panted. “Keep fucking my ass. Please, more!” He couldn’t say anything else before Lust’s cock invaded his mouth yet again.
My eyes locked with the demon’s as Reed was spit roasted between us, and a feral need gripped me then. Like my best friend, I was utterly lost, all inhibitions cast aside. I ached to bury my cock in Reed’s ass, all the way to the hilt, and come so fucking hard!
It was as if my filthy thoughts were being broadcast directly to Lust, for he grinned and licked his lips with the tip of that inhumanly long tongue. “You want to fill Reed’s ass with your cum, don’t you?” Lust asked me, his voice low and taunting.
I wanted to deny it, but my god, I was already so close! Groaning with each thrust, I looked down to watch my cock disappear inside Reed’s greedy hole again and again and again. I was shaking with the effort to hold back. All the while, Reed was moaning like he couldn’t get enough of the two dicks claiming him.
“Answer me, Tristan,” Lust said, his tone sharp. Reluctantly lifting my head once more, I found that the demon’s stare held a warning. “Keep quiet, and I won’t allow you to come.”
“I want it!” I blurted, powerless to hide that I was dying to erupt inside Reed’s ass. “Please, ah fuck, please let me come!”
Lust withdrew his massive cock from Reed’s throat, and I heard my friend gasp for air. “And what about you, Reed?” the demon asked. “Tell Tristan what you want.”
“Come inside me, oh fuck please!” Reed practically wailed. “Gimme your cum, Tristan! I want it so much!” My best friend was actually quaking with need.
My thrusts had grown frenzied, and I prayed I wasn’t hurting Reed. He gave no sign of discomfort; instead, he moaned and begged for more.
It was then that Lust gripped Reed’s hair, pulling his head back so he could slide that huge snake of a dick between my friend’s lips once more. Reed seemed greedy for it, and this time, the demon gave more powerful thrusts, his jaw clenched as he released a growl.
The feel of Reed’s ass gripping my cock, and the sight of Lust using Reed’s mouth for his own pleasure, sent me plummeting into an abyss of ecstasy. I shouted from the force of my orgasm, and as I bottomed out yet again, I felt Reed come hard all around my dick, his muscles determined to milk me dry. My body grew taut and then shuddered from head to toe as I emptied my balls inside his ass.
My friend whimpered, his mouth still full of Lust’s cock, and I noticed he was trembling from the power of his own orgasm. I met the demon’s hot stare, and whatever Lust saw in my face made him gasp and give a final brutal thrust deep into Reed’s throat just before he roared.
“Oh, fuck!” I breathed, my eyes wide as I witnessed the demon come so fiercely. While Reed gagged and choked on Lust’s dick, I placed a hand on his back, wishing I could spare him.
Finally the demon released his grip on Reed and withdrew from him. That gigantic cock of his was slow to soften, and I stared at it as if transfixed.
Lust’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, and as he let his head fall back, I noticed a satisfied smile appear on his lips. “You two have certainly exceeded my expectations,” he murmured.
Reed and I remained still, both of us panting as we came down from our orgasms. When the demon rose to his feet, I tilted my head back to regard him, but Reed kept his head bowed as if in supplication while he stayed on his hands and knees.
Lust continued smiling as he looked down at me. “You’re nothing more than foolish humans, but you’ve managed to please me tonight, so I’ll take pity on you this time. However, if you choose to summon me again,” he warned us, “I will make you my slaves. You’ll exist only to serve me.”
And then, in less than the time it took to blink, he vanished, leaving me and Reed alone in the room.
I looked down at my friend, my mind clearing a little. Realizing I was still inside him, slowly growing soft, I eased out, and he released a faint moan. “Are you okay?” I whispered, stroking his hot skin.
“I’m fine,” Reed assured me, his voice hoarse. “My throat’s sore, but it could be a lot worse. Lust actually went easy on me, and I got a crash course in giving blowjobs.” He collapsed onto the floor, as if he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. I watched as he rolled over on his back, his hair tousled and his skin slick with sweat.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked softly, afraid of his answer.
“God no, Tristan! I loved it!” he revealed, making my eyes widen. Kneeling at his side, I felt completely helpless as to what to do or say. I’d just fucked his brains out, and there was no denying that I’d loved every minute of it.
Reed seemed to sense my inner turmoil, because he simply whispered, “Come here.”
I was quick to lie down beside him, gazing at the ceiling as my pulse returned to normal. Breathing in deeply, I found that the room reeked of sex. It took a few minutes, but I finally worked up the nerve to ask, “And you’re okay with me being your first, Reed?”
He turned his head to look at me, and his face broke into a smile. “Absolutely! I never dreamed my first time would be that amazing!”
I felt a rush of relief, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Well, I did have a little help,” I replied, vividly recalling the ecstasy Lust’s tongue had given Reed.
But Reed only shook his head. “The way you were so careful with me at first, and the way you felt so fucking good moving inside me… you did that all on your own, Tristan.”
My cheeks flushed even deeper with pleasure. “You felt pretty damn amazing yourself,” I revealed.
Reed inched closer to me. “So does that mean you’re, uh, okay too? With everything that happened?” he asked gently, and I knew he didn’t mean okay physically.
“Not just okay. Fucking fantastic,” I told him, and Reed’s smile widened. “But first thing tomorrow, we’re burning that book.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Reed hurriedly replied. Then he lowered his voice and gave me a look full of desire. “I don’t need the grimoire anymore now that I know I want only your cock in my mouth, and in my ass.”
Simply hearing him speak those words got my dick throbbing again. I swallowed hard, struggling with the thoughts racing through my head. Reed’s eyes searched mine, and I knew he was eagerly waiting for my response.
Finally I dared to cover Reed’s hand with my own. Before I could lose my nerve, I brushed my lips against his, which were still a little swollen from Lust’s cock. My best friend moaned as our first kiss deepened. It was lingering and tender, coaxing forth a fresh surge of arousal within us both.
Drawing Reed into my arms, I held him close and whispered, “Turns out that the spell worked for us, after all.”