Kicking back with a joint, illuminated by a flickering campfire, buddies Parker Wright and Dale Cooper muse about what might be "out there." Parker is skeptical, but when he goes to piss, the air is filled with a metallic hum. The energy goes straight to his cock, and he returns to face Dale, whose dick is also pulsing from the same energy. Possessed by whatever spirit this is, they relish shedding their clothes to expose their bodies and satiate their needs. Dale impales Parker's face in long, slow strokes, his jaw slack with the shock of how good it feels. Parker lifts a booted foot onto a rustic bench for Dale to invade the space between his buns. Dale mounts Parker like a man forced to relinquish self-control, and Parker only wants more. The firelight's red glare makes Dale's quivering cock look even bigger and more formidable as it assails Parker's hole. The awesome feeling must be shared, so Parker forces Dale onto the bench leaning, holding him down with two hands on his pecs to be fucked. Dale's balls throb, and he throws Parker off and fucks him a second time. Both men burst together as they are enveloped in blinding white light.