The forest was peaceful at night. Frogs quietly chirped in the distance, while crickets filled in the gaps with their repeated song. It was so much better than the swamp with its weird visions and screaming birds. Not to mention the desert, so dry, from what he could remember. A lot of that time was a blur after he'd drank the cactus juice. This spot was perfect. Not too hot, no cacti around, and best of all his nagging sister was nowhere nearby. That was harsh, she was good company, but still, nagging.

Something was in the air, and not just the symphony of nature playing out all around him. He'd first noticed an hour or two earlier. It started off as a sweet smell in the air, and an odd feeling he was being watched. After checking the perimeter, he'd found nothing, and set out to make and eat dinner. A warmth filled him, settling in the pit of his stomach. The effect was gradual at first. He'd hardly noticed how hard he was until got out of the water after a quick dip to clean off the sweat and grime of the day.

Soon he had his fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking from base to tip in slow, fluid motions. Another good thing about traveling alone, he could get away with doing this kind of thing. Little did he know he wasn't as alone as he had thought.