His Engorged Stinger

Author: Anon

A little naked man bounds between flowers in my garden every night. He glows. His stained-glassy wings flutter in pink and lavender and gold. Little feet jumping. The body is almost weightless in effortless glory.
I can’t take my eyes off him. Must watch him. He’s just so beautiful that I don’t know how someone couldn’t love him. Don’t get me wrong, I find this weird. He’s nude. With a purple penis that juts out like a hummingbird’s neon purple tongue. But I love to watch.
One day, I find myself drifting out the sliding glass door to confront that little man. I am close. He just dances around my body, which sits on the ground.
“Hey,” he says while bouncing onto my chest. “You wanna lay it on the line?”
“Yes,” I say. And I take off all my clothes.
“Ready?” The little man asks with wings vibrating like bumblebees.
“Yes, yes, yes!” At this, his yellow eyes turn to green. His penis unfurls. Long like a tiny hose unfurling up my urethra. I feel a gentle tingling from inside me. My penis lifts.
The tingling radiates from my penis to my loins and thighs. I moan. I can’t stop moaning as penis vibrates with his. Pressure building. Pleasure as my cock pulses and I feel semen pumping out. But no liquid. Just his tingling purple tube which is now sticky and engorged.
“Wow,” I say as the little man laughs. I can’t think. Just pulses of pleasure radiating in my loins.
The pulses are over. The glow slowly fades away as the purple penis retracts from mine.
“That was intense. Who are you and how did you do that?” I ask. He just laughs and flies away.
I walk back into my house and go to pee. It stings. Tinged pinkish while burning. I feel the liquid sloshing through me and out. Eventually it’s over and it gets better over the next six hours.
The next day, I see the little dancing man. Waiting in my garden. Sighing, I go outside. He smiles as I approach and I know this couldn’t have happened any other way.