He had always liked getting away from the city, people, the world, life in general.. at least for a few days. So it was that he found himself hiking through a moderately forested area of Colorado foothills, searching for the perfect campsite. This trip was only going to be for two nights. It had taken a day and a half to drive to the park station where he got his permit, spent the night in a local motel, then set off on foot at first light. It was the perfect time of year for camping, warm days but not too hot, cool nights so the sleeping bag was a welcome refuge. He had the latest in light weight, durable gear, so was not too weighed down with his pack. But as the sun rose higher in the sky, it became much warmer. He stopped briefly to remove his shirt, revealing a well-muscled, sculpted torso.
He looked down momentarily, briefly regretting the fact that his chest was hairless. The only good thing about that was that you could really see how the years of regular work-outs had paid off. His abs were noticeable, but only after you ripped your eyes from the mounded pecs, each sporting a large brown nipple. His collar bone was visible above them, reaching widely toward broad sh oulders. Narrow waist and hips. He still could get into those 31/34 Levis. He was only about 5'10", and weighed in at 170 dripping wet naked. Wavy brown hair covered half his ears and swooped dramatically across his forehead. His arms were strong and used to work, although he didn't have to do much physical stuff anymore since his last promotion. All in all, not bad for 27 years of living.
He readjusted his load, and took off again, climbing ever higher into the hills. Around 4:00, he finally found what he deemed to be a perfect spot to camp. A small meadow, relatively flat, bordered the wooded area he came out of. There was a small stream nearby. He set up the small tent, stowed his gear in it, and went about preparing a quick meal. He usually just ate dehydrated things on these excursions as he didn't feel like lugging around a big stove. His only concession was a small burner to heat water with so he could have coffee in the mornings. He carefully made a small fire after gathering wood so he could have a little heat as dusk approached and the temperature dropped. He preferred camping in the open, away from the trees. This way, he could fall asleep watching the stars.
He was fascinated by them. There were so many billions of them, and you could see them so much bet ter here. As night fell, he stripped off his remaining clothes and crawled into his sleeping bag, flat on his back. The stars were very bright tonight. The air was crisp and clear, and he started watching for falling stars. The most he'd ever seen in one night was nine, and he'd probably have seen more if he hadn't fallen asleep. Tonight, he counted three before his deep blue eyes closed in slumber.
He awoke in a blinding light. How could he have slept so late that the sun was directly overhead!? He never slept late when camping. He was always up at first light. And what was that whispering sound? He squinted his eyes against the brightness, but had to turn away. He was really confused. The sun shouldn't be this bright. It was like being exposed to flash photography in total darkness. But this flash didn't stop! The whispering sound was interrupted by another noise, this one a loud "white" sound. He felt suddenly giddy as vibrations began to shake him. He tried looking up again, but it was still too bright. He looked down instead. And was shocked! The ground was at least ten feet below him and receding rapidly.
He was airborne! A bright circle of light illuminated his campsite, but he and the sleeping bag were no longer part of it. He shielded his eyes with his arm and blocked most of the light, and was finally able to make out the edges of a large disk-like object overhead. And he was approaching it! "Wake up!!" he screamed, knowing he was dreaming. He struggled to get out of the sleeping bag, but found that his arms and legs were mostly immobilized. He could move, but only slowly, and that wasn't enough to get out. He knew that as soon as the bad part of the dream came, he'd wake up. He always did. So he decided to let the dream continue.
His body ascended further and finally the light dimmed somewhat and he saw a rectangular opening in the bottom of the disk. He moved involuntarily toward it, passed through and came to a stop. He felt himself on solid ground again, and looked around. He was in a small sort of room. The opening he came in through was gone now. A hissing sound began, and the room filled with a choking fog, and he coughed and gagged, ducking inside the sleeping bag to escape the noxious fumes. The gas stopped spewing out of the walls, and subsided somewhat, so he poked his head out again. The room was still the same, and except for a very slight vibration in the floor, there was no sound at all. Nor was there anything to see. The walls were bare and smooth. Even the rectangular "door" in the floor was totally invisible now. "Really good dream here! What's next?" he wondered.
A line formed in another rectangular shape on one of the side walls, the space inside the line disintegrated, and suddenly he knew he wasn't dreaming. This was a nightmare! Not in his wildest imagination could he have conceived of the creature that came through the door. It was like something out of Star Trek, or Star Wars, or some science fiction, but he'd never have put something together like this! It was soft looking, no hair, had three legs, one apparent head. But similarities ended there. There were at least six eyes, six arms (sort of like that Hindu goddess, he couldn't remember the name) each ending in a cluster of what might be fingers. It wore only some sort of garment around its waist, presumably to hide its reproductive organ(s??) and the whole creature was sort of a light bluish color.
or Each eye was capable of independent movement, and he was nearly hypnotized watching them swirl around, looking at him. The creature turned and made some sort of sound as another one appeared. Only then did he realize that the third leg was actually a tail which just barely reached the ground. It was long and limber, and it swished back and forth once, like a cat, and then was still as the two beings appeared to converse. He ducked completely inside the sleeping bag again, praying he'd wake up.
He felt a nudge against his back, and curled up tightly into a ball. His mind rebelled at the possibility! Aliens?? A UFO!??? Impossible!! He'd always believed in life in outer space, but never expected to encounter it himself. That belonged to the future! "Wake up" he demanded. The nudging became more insistent. He heard the zipper of the sleeping bag being pulled and saw light as the aliens opened it up fully. Now he was completely exposed. And he wished to hell he'd worn his briefs to bed! Here he was, totally naked. And now there were seven aliens in the room. They were all at least six and a half feet tall if not more. He felt very small and vulnerable. A brief touch against his foot. He recoiled at the coolness he felt, tightening further into himself. Another touch on his back. On his arm. The back of his head. His neck. Soon the touches were coming all over. He screamed!! He lashed out, apparently surprising the aliens as they backed off quickly, rocking onto their tails. Once they moved back, he covered himself up again.
The aliens were back in a moment. This time, though, they were prepared. They had more than enough arms between them, and they ripped open the sleeping bag. Alien arms and hands grabbed at his extremities, two or three hands for each of his arms and legs. And although they were blue, they were qui te strong. Slowly, his arms were pulled apart. He struggled violently, but the restraining hands were too many. They pulled him so he rolled onto his back, then they finished pulling his arms out from his sides. His legs soon followed, but he did force them to use and extra hand or two. Now he was prone. Naked.
The aliens' eyeballs were whirling in all directions. He got dizzy trying to watch them, so stopped. Then he felt tentative hand again ("Shit! They've got so many damned hands!"). This time, knowing he was immobilized, they were more bold in their touches. They seemed fascinated by body hair. Soon, hands were running through his hair, stroking it, caressing it. They touched his armpits and legs, but his arms were relatively hairless, and where there was hair, it was covered by the grip of at least two alien hands. He cringed as he felt the first brush against his pubic hair. The alien hands were soon running through it, too, comparing the texture with his head hair. After finishing there exploration of his hair, they began to examine the rest of his body.
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