In the tent in the forest, I had been sleeping soundly.
The night sounds had lulled me. The quiet had not unnerved me. When I did stir, I didn’t feel alarmed, like something was wrong, but I was curious. A sound had intruded. Perhaps the zipper of the tent. Yes, it was the zipper, because I saw sprinkles of starlight in the darkness beyond.
I had only begun to think clearly enough to question the intrusion when I saw the lights. Yellow and warm and wonderful and calming.
They were in the tent. In front of me. Part of me. Surrounding me.
Moving, winking, undulating, flowing lights.
And they made me feel like air. I was unburdened and released from all of gravity, and I smiled. I felt my face smiling wider and wider as the lights danced.
I decided to close my legs tightly. Or perhaps they were closed for me. And I needed to be lighter, even lighter, so I slipped out of my pants. Or maybe they were slipped from me. And as I watched the lights and smiled, I felt the most wonderful pressure building in my cock.