I sat down on the sun-warmed marble bench, but the fairies seemed to have something more in mind. I was totally overwhelmed by these tiny creatures who moved both with the speed of a hummingbird and the fluid grace of a butterfly. I was somewhat frightened, but instantly calmed by their touch. One of the fairies pushed down on my shoulder as two other fairies gently pulled my arms out from under me. A pink fairy pulled my right leg up, throwing me back, as he worked at my right jogging shoe. Three other fairies quickly freed my shorts from my right leg while the pink fairy flew away with my shoe. A green and really hot blue fairy continued to pull the shorts off my left leg as the third green fairy decided to investigate the hole in the tip of my lengthening cock. I felt like an appetizer platter at a cocktail party full of gourmets.
It took what seemed to be only an instant for them to strip me of my shorts and shoes. Having succeeded in laying me on my back against the smooth marble bench, the multicolored entities each dove for a different part of my body. The temperature of their small bodies felt like the warm, moist breath of a mouth through the cloth of cotton underwear on the head of your cock. I could feel their skin, smooth as satin, and their perfectly proportioned members, growing and rubbing against me. Each fairy radiated something that felt like a cool fire that excited every sensual nerve ending and created a sense of lust and desire stronger then I have felt with any mortal man.
A green fairy with wings like the most striking dragonfly swooped down and wrapped his body around my strong, toned thigh. He then proceeded to slowly slide back and forth against it. Wherever his impressive, hard manhood pressed against my yielding skin, a concentrated shot of pure sexual energy seemed to be released into my body.
One of the pink fairies made himself comfortable on my shoulder with his feet buried in the hair that fell across my neck. With one hand, he sent tingles through my chest as he toyed with the small individual hairs there, while with the other he stroked the long hair on my head. The miniature man caressed his muscular body with long strands of my thick hair, wrapping them around his lengthening pink shaft and placing their ends in his small mouth. Involuntarily, my mouth opened to this sight and to his glowing fairyhood.
My mind was reeling, and my senses were on overload. I could actually smell the odor-or more precisely, fragrance-of these tiny, sexy creatures, which was almost indescribable. Their scent was like the green of growing things spiced with the aromas of various fragrant blooms. My skin was now covered by a layer of my perspiration and natural oils. Then, a bright-blue fairy, his upper body flat against my stomach and his legs and crotch straddling the base of my hard shaft, buried his face in, and ran his tongue along, the crease of my squared pectorals. The blue man's small hands reached up to cup and squeeze my nipples, causing the hairs on my chest to stand up and sway about in a neon glow. Tiny beads of sparkling perspiration escaped from the pores of my upper body, and the blue fairy quickly lapped each of them up with his lightning-quick tongue.
Something like a thought-but not a thought, more like someone speaking-popped into my head. These friendly and intimate creatures were feeding off the oils, fluids, and chemicals released from my body as I achieved the ultimate state of sexual nirvana from their radiance and sensual ministrations. It wasn't harmful, since what they took I didn't need anymore, and they were giving me so much in return. The byproducts of my sexual stimulation were nourishing them. I decided to continue to give them what they wanted-and/or needed.
The other pink fairy, with the punked-out hair, was flying on his back, bouncing his inner thighs, ass, and cock against my low-hanging balls. The little pink stud was like an earthmover in flight and my balls were like rocks that needed to be lifted to reveal the sweet, musky treat beneath.
The green fairy who earlier had examined the hole at the tip of my cock now had his arms around my shaft and, with his cheek pressed against my flesh, was flying up and down my rigid pole. I was being pumped for everything that I was worth. I think that I even felt some stubble on the little cheek of the green stud, which sent exciting sensations up and down my rock-hard shaft. My pre-cum had already been lapped up by the hard-pumping fairy, and he was working hard for a bigger prize.
I could now smell my own strong scent mixing with the individual aromas of the fairies. The sex-driven beings were attacking all my erogenous zones at once. Another fairy seemed to pop out of nowhere and began to knead the sole of my foot like a cat "making biscuits" with its paws. He pushed his head into the spaces between my toes and licked up every bit of sweat that had collected there.
