Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2015 00:35:06
From: charlie.fenderson <charlie.fenderson@o2.pl>
Subject: St Johns Eve: Night in the Barn chapter 5

Disclaimer: this story is based purely on my fantasy. No character is based
on a real, living or dead, person. This story will include explicit scenes
of sex between teenagers under the age of eighteen and mild scenes of
violence of an unnatural nature. If those topics disturb you, please do not
read any further.

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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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