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PREVIOUSLY ON ST JOHN'S EVE: it seems that there is nothing that Michal can't do, when he puts his mind to it. He can check out his friend's underwear, make the whole village act and help themselves and even defeat a demon. But every victory has it's price and each solution leads to even more problems, as Michal is confronted by a dreadful and unclear vision, while the strange monster attacks again...
Night in the Barn
Damn you, Damian!
I brush my teeth with ferocity, as I remember the conversation we had a few days ago. How could I not use this opportunity! He had a heart pattern on his boxers and I was the one worrying about what the guys would say? How ridiculous is that? And the biggest problem isn't really my ego. (although I was fucking stupid for not coming up with some clever return!) The problem is that if I was a normal, straight guy and noticed such anomaly, I would make fun of Damian with the guys. Actually, by acting too cautious, I could have almost gave myself away!
Luckily, apart from acting a bit more cocky ever since, Damian didn't seem to give any thought to it. Even today, during our jogging, we were talking normally. Also, to my surprise, we decided to meet up at his place around 1PM.
On what I'll be doing in the morning, I decide to maintain my resolution and help my grandparents. Of course, my grandpa felt better after coming back from hospital. But he was still under strict instructions from the doctor to not overstrain himself. So my grandparents hired few farm hands to do the job, and for the part of the day I decide to help out too. To get to the field, we have to travel about three kilometers. As there is some farming equipment that we needed for the job; we travel on a horse-drawn cart.
Our job for today is to spread the pesticides over the crops. After we place the cylinders with pesticide on our backs, each of us puts on a mask. We start distributing it over one row of the crops. You can imagine how exciting this job is... I soon switch to autopilot and start thinking about the stuff that happened yesterday. Dola's finger left a red round mark on my chest. It doesn't hurt or itch. It's just there. What's more disturbing, is the strange vision it created. No matter how hard I try to remember, I am still oblivious about the meaning of the bodies I saw. And whose eyes were in the vision? On the bright side, after our adventure Rusalek is still in one piece and as horny as ever.
Another matter that calls for thinking over, is my afternoon visit at Damian's. As you know, both experiments with Rusalek's magic worked out pretty fine. So to finally be able to knock on heaven's door, I need just two things. A strand of my dream boy's hair, and some peaceful circumstances to harvest the fruits of my labour. As to the latter, the matter was pretty easy. There should be no problem with convincing Damian to sleep over at my barn. After all the weather is still beautiful. That way we can have all night to our disposal, and also we won't have to worry about being loud and hot. You see, as long as when I'm with Rusalek it doesn't matter. As you'd probably imagine, for a demon who can levitate and set his head on fire, it's not at all big challenge to muffle some noises. Anyway, to fully enjoy sex with Damian I need to be able to be vocal.
Regarding his DNA, I doubt that it would pose any problems. Damian is not really a pedantic type. It's more than possible that his hair or some cut off nails will be laying around the room. I planned to visit the bathroom too. Why not collect few samples, just to make sure that the plan works out? We work for about four hours. For my grandpa and farmhands it means a two hours' rest during the hottest hours of a day. For me it means the end of work until tomorrow. Thank God, my back is killing me! As the field is loclocated about three kilometers away from the village, I decide to walk back, using this time to perfect my plans.
I'm in Damian's room once again. This time we both sit by the desk. While he is on his swivel chair, I sit on the stool. Have you ever been in a room with a person towards whom you had shady intentions? Not really a good conversation stimulant if you'd ask me.
'Enjoyed working in a field?' - asked Damian with sly grin. I bet that bugger went to sleep again after our run.
'You can come along tomorrow, I'm sure you'd enjoy it as much as I did.'
'I'm sure I'd enjoy my warm bed even more.' - he giggles. Brazen bastard.
'Talking about sleeping. Ever slept in a barn?' - I ask, praying that he never did. As I expected his eyes light up.
'Do you mean sleeping in hay, with rats running around, and no lock on the door?
'...Yes?' - I answer, not knowing if I just scared him off.
'Terrific! I must ask my folks and tell the rest of the guys about it!'
Whoah! That last part is out of the question!
'Wait. Do you seriously think that guys will be able to come?'
'Sure! It's great deal! Who wouldn't want to...'
'Oh, I'm sure they would, but what about their chores?' - I ask, leaving unsaid that we ourselves will be awake at 6AM for our jogging.
'I didn't think about it. - he answers, furrowing his brows. - Then I think we'd better not mention it, so they won't feel like they're missing out.'
Be my guest, hot stuff.
'Yeah, I guess. But you gotta ask your parents.' - I remind him, since I need a moment alone in his room.
'Right, gimme a sec.'
He grabs the phone and leaves the room. I don't know how long he'll be gone, so I get to the business right away. First I look under the desk. His nails looked trimmed, so perhaps he had his manicure yesterday? But no, the floor is clean. I straighten up and look around. Precious seconds pass, as I ponder where can I find his hair or nails. It's not like he puts them in some box, right? I look at the back of his chair in hope to find some stray hair, but to my bewilderment, there is none. Why did he become so obsessed with cleaning? Why now of all times?
I listen out for his footsteps, but can only hear him on the phone. He seems vivid and happy, so I assume, he will be sleeping over. Fuck yeah! Then his paper bin catches my eye. It's not located by the desk, as you'd expect, but near the bed. So little Damian doesn't like cum on his fingers? I'll have to put a muzzle on Rusalek, so that he doesn't drink it instead of using it to perform his magic. And on myself too, probably.
But when I look into it, it's fucking empty! What kind of sixteen year old empties his paper bin? Was he a psychopath or something?!
'Why are you checking my paper bin?' - I hear and almost go through the ceiling. Damian is standing in the doorway, raising his eyebrows in amazement. Is it just me or he is a bit embarrassed as well?
'Oh, well I-I was flipping a coin and I thought it landed inside.'
'Really?'
'Sorry, I need a bathroom.' - I say, stand up and walk past him, followed by his glance.
Once there, I give myself a facepalm. Why didn't I think of it before? The laundry basket! I bet his boxers were swarming with little parts of DNA! I prepare myself for my search by locking the door and wetting a scrap of toilet paper. Then, I sink my hand in the pile of laundry and look for boxers that might belong to him. I find three pairs: red ones with tiger printed over the left leg (rawr!). White ones with blue checked pattern. And, ladies and gentlemen, a pair of pink ones! Of course this doesn't prove anything (wearing pink isn't actually that uncommon among guys.) but I found imagining him wearing those quite pleasant.
Not wanting to drag on, I waste no time and begin my examinations. Guess how I plan to go about it. That's right, I'm going to take a whiff at the crotch of each pair and then collect the freshest specimen. Oh God, my heart is pounding like a hammer! Here goes.
The checked ones seem to be the oldest. The smell turned into stink, but it's strangely attractive. I take in aroma deep before putting them aside. Next , I pick up the pink ones. I'm disappointed as I counted on using them to retrieve Damian's sperm. Yet the smell is too spicy and yucky to be fresh. Regardless, you can be sure that I'll be remembering sniffing them with fondness. The last ones are obviously the one's I was looking for. With trembling hands I hold them before my eyes. This is a Holy Grail suitable for Michal, the Knight of the Round Butt. That's my key to heaven. I take a moment to prepare my nose for the feast, then I dig it deep into the fabric.
Oh Sweet Mary Mother of Fuck, that smell! It really deserves a separate paragraph! It was like cream mixed with honey and cinnamon. The spots are still moist but I make an effort to not lick them off. If I'm lucky, I'll drink from the source in just few hours! Using the toilet paper, I gather as much as I can. Then I secure the sample with extra layer of paper and stick it in my pocket. Then put back the boxers and mix them with the rest of the laundry, to keep up the appearances. Fuck, I'm hard... I wish I had time to jack off, but if I don't come out of the bathroom, Damian will soon start wondering what happened to me.
I come back home at 3PM. Me, Damian and the remaining three are to meet in two hours. So I only have that much time to supply Rusalek with required energy and have him perform his magic. I eat dinner, a delicious cold beet soup, with grandma and grandpa. Meanwhile I make sure they are okay with me and Damian sleeping in the barn. Once this matter is dealt with, I go out. I head through the barn and go to a meadow behind my grandparents property. I sit under exactly the same tree where I first thought about visiting Damian. Guess there is some kind of poetic justice to it, isn't it?
I summon Rusalek and I'm happy that once again he chose to appear in his clothes. What is it, Master? You want some outdoor action?'
'Yeah - I answer, pulling out a roll of paper from my pocket - I got some sperm for you to enchant.'
'Sure. Let me see it.'
He takes a packet from me and unwraps it with caution. I hold my breath, as he takes a whiff. For a moment I have an urge to whip it out of his hands and slap him. Restraining myself, I await results of his examination.
'I'm sorry Master. Can't do it.' - he says, giving me an apologetic look.
'Sorry my ass! What do you even mean? You already made two guys fuck me, and now when I give you the one I actually want to fuck with, you can't do it?'
'I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. You can give me someone else's and I'll make it happen!' I'm seriously pissed off right now. Partly from the blue balls I had since I visited Damian's bathroom.
'Do I look like I give a shit about other guys? Don't think so!'
He only looks at me helplessly. This calms me down a bit.
'Okay then. Can you at least explain what makes Damian such a special snowflake?'
'It's because you love him.' - stated Rusalek.
'T-that's... How do you even dare to put it so casually! Who gave you the right to read so deep into my mind?!'
'Actually, Master... It's not that deep. You think about him almost all the time.'
'Why, you... - I growl, but then change my method of persuasion - Can't you see it's bullshit? If he's the one I love, it's all the more reason to help me get inside his pants!'
'Well, the problem is that your love is the thing that protects him against my magic.'
'That's just great! Of all demons, I had to get a fucking J.K. Rowling fanboy!'
'What?'
'Uh, never mind. Do you even realise how much effort did I put into getting his spunk?'
'You seemed to enjoy it.' - noted Rusalek.
'Oh, is that so? Then let's see how you'll enjoy a night without power up. I'm sleeping at the barn tonight. Damian will be there too, so it's also no surprise blowjob night.'
'We'll see who asks first, Master Blue Balls.'
'You'll want every last drop of it regardless.' - I shrug my shoulders, even though I know he's right. 'Is there anything else, Master?'
'Take a wild guess.' - I growl at him and he quickly disappears, sticking out his tongue at me.
At 5PM I'm meeting up with Damian and the guys at the lakeside. We were supposed to go fishing. They look like something is bothering them. Adam seems to be the most miserable. Could it be that he actually remembered something? After a moment I dismiss that idea, as if that happened, they would probably call me and tell me to fuck off. So I come closer and ask what's going on.
'My dog's dead - explains Adam, staring into the lake. Damian, Marcin and Tomasz are silent - He was killed in front of me.'
I need a moment to process this. I sit down on the big log that we used as a bench and throw my grandpa's fishing gear on the ground next to it.
'What the fuck? Who in the world would do such thing?'
'Not who. What.' - answers Marcin in a grim tone.
'Right, Adam saw something yesterday.' - added Tomasz.
'What do they mean?' - I turn to Damian, thinking that the rest has gone crazy, but instead Adam replies in a flat tone:
'I saw a monster yesterday. It was furry, bigger than any animal I have ever seen and... vicious. - he pauses and swallows hard - I-it ripped Azor to pieces.'
'A monster? - I ask, feeling shivers running through my body - Are you sure it wasn't a lynx or a bear?'
'Lynxes aren't as big. And there's no bears in these parts of the country.'
'That's right - adds Damian - they only live in the mountains on the South.'
'But a monster? Maybe it somehow migrated to the North?' - I say, desperate to find a rational explanation.
'It didn't look like a bear. - replies Adam stammering - It was big and furry, but when it stood up it had a shape of human. And a head of wolf and horns like a moose. I've never seen something like it.'
I open a fishing rod, not saying anything. I need a moment to think. With the shit that happened lately, it wouldn't be really that unbelievable for a monster to appear. But why of all people had he attacked Adam? Why did all the trouble seem to happen around me? And when it's going to be my turn? I think about this, as I put a bait on a rod and cast it into the lake.
'If it's not too hard for you - I begin carefully - could you tell me what happened exactly?'
He describes scene as best as he could. Actually it's probably a bit too much detail even for my taste. My good mood and the feeling of pleasant anticipation are overtaken by fear and discomfort. I'm more and more afraid that Rusalek might know something about it. In fact, that's the part of the reason why I'm so relieved that we won't be talking until the next day. But when Adam finishes, and I hope that we have dealt with the worst part, Marcin speaks up:
'There is something else. They found a body in the woods.'
'As in, human body?!' - I ask him, shocked, and I miss my float going down. Luckily Damian notices it.
'Quick Michal! Reel it in!'
I quickly turn my attention to the lake and inhale sharply. I clamp my hands on the rod and hold my breath. The guys' attention suddenly focuses on me. The monster could be real and dangerous, but what matters now is catching fish. I wait patiently, while the float sinks and resurfaces. When it disappears completely, it's time to act. So I jerk the rod, and almost pull the fish out of the water, but the fucker fights back. I wait for few seconds and start slowly reeling it in, increasing the tension of the fly line. When it's almost at the point of breaking, I try to jerk it once more. Fuck yeah! This time I'm successful! The silver glitter of the scale tells me that I finally caught something. I stand up and pull the fishing rod to me, waiting for my prey to get closer. Damian and others let out triumphant shouts, that are cut off, when we see how small is our catch. The fish was no more than five inches long. Rather disappointing.
'Go home and bring your parents.' - says Damian, unhooking the fish and throwing it back into the lake.
'Do you seriously think that it'd listen?'
'Do you seriously think fish would understand me, moron?' - chuckles Damian.
But when we sit back down, gloomy mood is again upon us. We sit in silence for about ten minutes, then my curiosity takes better of me.
'So what's the deal with the dead body?'
'The guy that lived at the end of the village.' - answered Marcin.
'That hunter?' - I ask, before I can stop myself.
'How do you know him?' - asks Damian.
'I don't. Just rumors. - I reply, trying to sound neutral, although they all give me a weird look. - Anyway, what about him?'
'He was found in the forest. Torn into pieces. - answers Tomasz, grabbing his own hand - They say he had a rifle in his hand.'
`You mean he was attacked by some kind of animal? ' - I know I'm stating obvious, but it's not everyday that you find out about death of someone you fucked.
`Nobody knows what it was. But we can't be sure. It was assumed to be an accident, so there won't be any investigation.' - states Damian.
`But what do you guys think? - I ask - That it was the same monster that attacked Adam's dog?'
`I don't see any other option.' - answers Adam sadly, then he narrows his eyes, looking at his float. He watches it sink twice, before taking the rod in his hands.
Of course, he catches a big fish. I'm disappointed and happy at the same time. With each fish we catch, the mood lights up, and one hour later we chat as usual. Still, I can't get my mind off of the monster that Adam described. It's so weird to believe such surreal story right of the bat. Yet after almost two weeks that I spent in this village, I feel the need to redefine surreal. Monsters and demons surely aren't a part of that definition anymore. And to top it off, I was now realising, that whatever it was that attacked the hunter and Adam's pet, was after them for a reason. It probably wasn't a coincidence that it happened after they had sex with me. Then it struck me. If Rusalek performed his magic, Damian could be in danger too! And... and what if Rusalek himself was the monster? From what I knew, he could shapeshift. I needed to confront him about it! But if he is dangerous, he could kill me if I resisted him. What the hell did I get myself into?
Evening finally comes. It's 9 PM, and our blankets and pillows are already spread on the hay. Of course I've arranged everything so that we would sleep under one blanket. That way something is bound to happen. I mean who's gonna blame me for "accidentally" spooning him in my sleep? Also, if I'd grope him few times, who could prove that it's on purpose? Or if I'd kiss him? Ok, ok, let's not get carried away. The best part after all is that we get to spend our first night together, and that's all that matters.
At half past nine he finally arrives. We have dinner with my grandparents. Then, after washing ourselves, we're finally off to the barn. It's not entirely true, that we'll be sleeping without the lock on the door. Two gates for the carts are secured with heavy wooden bar. And the smaller door for the people can be locked with a bolt from the inside. It's not much but it should ensure our privacy.
For the sake of efficiency, there are two compartments where the hay can be stored, one on each side of the gate. The left side was loaded almost to the roof, so we slept in the right one. The evening was a bit chilly, so as soon as we undressed to our underwear, we jumped under the covers.
'It smells wonderful.' - says Damian as he inhales deeply. In the darkness, I can hear every subtle tone in his voice. I can hear he's happy and a bit sleepy. I can feel his fresh breath on my face. What was happening now was far more sensual and erotic than "dates" that Rusalek has made possible. I actually have to slightly move away so that my growing dick doesn't poke his thigh.
'Yeah, and it's much softer than a bed.'
'Too bad we're both guys - he chuckles. - I wonder how many times somebody fucked in this barn.'
'You realise that you're speaking about my family?'
'Well, with all due respect, you weren't virgin-born, right? Your parents could even conceive you in the same place that we are.'
'Gross! And my birthday is in June, so... it would happen in September.'
'So what?'
'It would have been too cold to sleep outside, you tool.' - I shoot and we both start giggling. 'Ok, but your family aside, people back then had all those excuses to have sex. They could go to the barn, they could hide in the woods, or on the meadows. People could enjoy their privacy.'
'You've watched way too much porn. - I laugh - People back then had sex only after they got married. The best you could get was a helping hand.'
'What do you mean?'
'You know, like two guys helping each other to get off. Like... Jerking off each other.'
He is quiet for a moment.
'Man, that's gay!'
'They didn't consider it "gay". - I improvised quickly - 'They didn't do it out of love, they only did it to get rid of their blue balls.'
'Your old man told you that?'
I hesitated for a minute. Would it be ok to defame my father for the sake of talking Damian into mutual handjob?
'Yeah, it was pretty normal between close friends.' - I lied.
Sorry Dad!
'Dude, this is so gay. - he started chuckling - Sorry, but this is too crazy.'
'But you're right! They were all straight and yet it was normal to do something that we'd consider gay!'
'I don't believe it.'
'Oh really? Then how often do you jerk off?'
'Usually twice a day. Also whenever nobody's home.'
'Same here. You see? They just figured out that feeling somebody else's hand on your dick would feel better than beating your own meat.'
'But it's still a guy's hand.' - opposed Damian. I begin to slowly lose hope. One more try before giving up.
'Well, if we would do it together, I'd just imagine that it's my girlfriend's hand. You could imagine your ex.'
'I'd rather not. We had a nasty broke up.' - he says reluctantly, while I curse myself for bringing that bitch up,whoever she is. If there was even remote chance of getting him to jerk off together, now it's gone. Instead, I'm in for a fucking feel trip.
'Tell me what happened.' - I ask, trying to sound as concerned as possible.
'I should have never started dating her in the first place. I didn't even love her.'
'Then why did you?'
'First of all I wanted a girlfriend. It was a last year of the middle school and most of the people were already in their first relationship. Or after their first break-up. It felt like... like I was falling behind.'
'That's retarded man. The best time to start dating is when you fall in love. Even if it happens when you're 30.'
'You don't fucking say... Anyway, second of all, I was counting on a little action. At least getting to the second base.'
'And that didn't work out as well. So how long you were keeping that up?'
About ten months. Then we had a big row in front of the whole school. I wanted to end it, but remain friends, but she started shouting at me and talking shit. She said I must have found another girl.'
'Bitch.'
'I- I think she still loved me. When I told her that I have never really loved her... Jesus. I thought she was going to kill me. Then she run into the toilet and didn't come out until the end of break.'
'You could have been a bit gentler a about it.' - I say, realising that I genuinely felt sorry for her.
'Maybe. But for me it was like taking off a band aid. It's the best to rip it off at once and deal with a sting than to try to take it off bit by bit.'
'From what you say, you ripped it off along with skin, muscles and a bit of bone.' - I answer and we both let out a short laugh.
We continue to talk until the fluorescent hands of my wristwatch are showing it's midnight. We then fall asleep. Although I planned to use it as an excuse to spoon him, after all the girlfriend talk, I decided to give it a rest for the time being.
On the next morning, I'm in for a big surprise. Is this Christmas already? I can feel a warmth of Damian's arm around me. My left leg is entangled between his and the tip of his nose is poking my neck. He's breathing softly and peacefully. And there is something else. His hips are pressed into my butt and his cock is comfortably pressed into my crack. With only two layers of cloth between us, it almost seems like a real deal. But the best thing is that he's clearly having some nice wet dream, as he is slowly humping me!
I put my hand on his and our fingers are intertwined. I massage his knuckle with my thumb, not daring to make any other move. Holy shit, I was right! From what I feel he must be at least seven inches, and is pretty thick! His slow moves were killing me! If there is any way to make him go faster... I try clenching my buttcheeks ever so gently, whenever he thrusts up. I also begin to moan silently, in hope of managing to heat up his subconscious. In a moment I'm rewarded with his ragged breathing and more aggressive humps. We are both sweaty. Him from effort, and me from all the stress and tension. The rustle of our underwear rubbing together becomes louder as I start to actually push back on his dick. Finally he presses his body to mine and whines. I can feel warmth and wetness spreading on the back of my boxers. After a second he lets go of me and lays down.
I turn around, eager to see him in his afterglow. He looks absolutely stunning. His cheeks are rosy and his forehead glistens with sweat. His lips are parted and wet, as if he licked them in his sleep. They're so red. So inviting. So ready to be kissed! His chest is still heaving and his nipples are hard. I marvel once more at the two moles. On under the left eye, and one more under his left nipple. I feel the urge to lick them, or at least touch them. Or at least tickle them. I take a straw of hay and almost succeed to do it. Inch away from his body, I'm brutally interrupted. Damian yawns and stretching his arms, he wakes up. I'm mad until I look at his face. His puffy eyes.His thin lips. He smiles at me and I realise that I'm the first person in the world he smiled at today. I smile back and ask:
'Ready for a run?'
TBC
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