My Fetish for Green Men by A.Horniman
The first time it happened was when I was at school. I must have been about 16. We were doing this play. I'm no actor. My skills are more drawing and painting so I was doing makeup. One of the jocks was getting ready for his part as the Incredible Hulk in this sketch we were doing. He certainly had the body for it. And my job was to put green makeup all over him. As I say, he had the body for it. He was a shot putter which meant massive chest and legs and his arms could have crushed a bear. And he was only 18! His name was Mick. Nice bloke but didn't talk much. Focused on his sport. Olympic material everyone said. He didn't have a lot of body hair on him so we didn't need to shave him, just cover him with green makeup, stick a black wig on him, put him in a pair of ragged cut-off jeans and there he was: The Incredible Hulk.
To say I enjoyed my work was an understatement. To get my hands on that gorgeous muscular body standing there in his jockstrap and lovingly apply the green makeup to his back, his chest, (oh my god those pecs and nipples) his abs, his flanks, he flinched.
"Careful, I'm a bit ticklish there."
"Sorry."
"It's alright. You've got a nice touch..."
Then his legs. Those massive tree trunk thighs. No, start at the feet. Now I don't have a thing for feet but his were big and splayed with long thick toes and what is it they say about big feet means a big cock. Then his calves, his knees and up to his thighs. Now I really have a thing about thighs. Thick muscular thighs like you get on wrestlers and rugby players.
"You OK?" he asks me. "You seem to be breathing a bit funny..."
"I'm OK." I reply.
"I take it you like your job." he adds.
"You've got a great body." I reply, trying to be non-committal.
"Thanks." he says. "Ooh. Careful on the inside of my thighs, it's very sensitive there."
At this stage, my cock is stiff and drooling in my shorts and my asshole is twitching. Concentrate on my work. Get this muscle jock covered in green. Oh my god he's getting a boner! It's stretching out the front of his jock. It's a frigging monster!
"See what you're doing to me!" he says breathlessly. I can't go on stage like this."
"It would cause a bit of a sensation!" I reply.
"More than that!" he says with a giggle.
"You could go and relieve yourself..." I suggested.
"But I'm covered in green! I'd make a mess." he replied. "You'll have to help me..."
"Er... OK. If you want me to." I reply trying not to show too much enthusiasm. I mean all I have to do is to get him off, get that monster dick of his to go down so he can go on stage and do his bit. So I follow this green muscle god along to the toilet, and get in a cubicle together and his dick is pushing against the cotton of his jock.
"Get it out for me." he says huskily.
Oh my god the heat of his crotch, the size of his dick, thick and pulsing. I admire it with almost religious awe.
"Get on with it." he says. We've only got 10 minutes till I'm on... You can admire it all you want another time."
"Really?" I say.
"Yeh. If you're a good boy. Get my balls out as well." His heavy balls, like goose eggs, dusted with blond hair.
"Suck me." he says.
And he sits on the toilet seat and spreads those big thighs of his. Oh my god those thighs. And I kneel and take his cock in my mouth. It's already oozing precum.
"You got me so hot," he says, "Suck me."
And I give him my best, plunging my mouth up and down his boner.
"Play with my balls." he says.
And he's thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth and I'm doing my best to take it. I mean it's really the biggest I've ever had to deal with and he's panting and tensing and his thighs, oh my god his thighs are wrapped round my ears, his balls are drawn up tight and "I'm coming!!" he gasps and there's a flood of his man juice in my mouth. Thick and potent. And I'm swallowing as fast as he's pumping out his jock load.
"Phew. Brilliant!" he says. "Best yet. We can do that again if you want, sometime."
"Sure." I say. "Any time." and he grins at me.
"Better wipe the green off your face." he says as he opens the cubicle door and heads out and onto the stage with a feral roar to do his Incredible Hulk act.
So that's when I guess I developed my thing for green men. Not little green men. But big green muscle gods. You'd find me jacking off dreaming of getting cornholed by the Jolly Green Giant or taking a load from TV Hulk, Lou Ferrigno. Apart from that, I was just a normal horny teenage boy I guess.
But back to the story with Mick. After the show we have to get the makeup off him. Now this is a two stage job. The makeup is not immediately water soluble. First you need baby lotion and lots of it. And in the case of a massive body like Mick's, gallons of the stuff. So into the showers with him. Get his wig off, his shorts, his jock and he's standing there – my beautiful giant, green from head to toe except for his ass and his crotch. Talk about a tanline! And I'm doing his back, getting all the green makeup off him.
"You'd better strip off as well or you're gonna get messed up." he says.
"Sure." I say and get out of my clothes.
"Hmm. Nice body." he says.
"Nothing like yours." I reply.
"I prefer slim guys." he says with that sexy grin of his.
Oh my god!! He likes guys!! And we're both standing in the shower with hard ons. Mine is a respectable size but his is massive, arching and pulsing.
"Oh man I wanna fuck you." he says running his big green hands over me.
Teenagers for you! Half an hour ago he was shooting a massive load in my mouth and now he's ready to rut again.
"Better get some of the green off you first." I say.
But he's already after my ass, running a finger round my pucker, greasing me up with baby lotion, getting a finger, two fingers inside me, stretching me.
"You been fucked before haven't you. I can tell." he says as he works my hole with his fingers feeling me relax.
"Yes a few times. But none as big as you."
"Yeh, I'm pretty big aren't I. But I'll go slow. To start with anyway."
So I assume the position.
"Nice bum." he says. "I'm going to enjoy this!"
And there's a stab of pain as he gets the top in and he's pushing his thick greased-up monster into me.
"Take my cock man." he says and the knob pops in, relatively painless considering the size him but he's done a good job loosening me up. Then inch by inch he's working it into me. Stroking me to relax me. Caressing my cock and balls. Nibbling my neck.
"Yeh baby. So hot and tight." he whispers. "You're gonna love it."
And the pain of the muscles stretching is easing and I feel myself relax and open to him.
"Oh yeh, baby. Let me in. That's it. Good boy."
And I'm pushing back against him now and he's thrusting to meet me. Hitting my prostate with every thrust. Using the power of those massive thighs and buttocks to drive his cock into me. But it's not long till he pauses, tenses and I feel him pulse inside me. Flooding me with his seed. I think I shot my load sometime during the proceedings as well.
"Sorry about that." he says.
"What for?" I ask in surprise, "That was brilliant!"
"Nah. I usually last longer but you were so hot and tight up there."
"Listen, it was amazing. You were great."
"Thanks but we definitely need more practice. I can go a lot longer than that."
Athletes for you! Always wanting to do better.
"Sure, whenever you like." I say as we clean up.
Well we did get some more practice in over the next 3 performances. Me putting the full-body green makeup on him then sucking him off before he goes on stage. Then afterwards, into the showers to get that green gunk off him. A chance to admire his muscles, his chest, back and thighs. Oh my god those thighs. Sliding around with the baby lotion. My ass was getting used to him and he was taking longer to get his nut. Ten, fifteen minutes of quality shagging. Then showering together.
"I'm going to miss this." he says on the last night.
"Me too." I reply.
"We'll have to find a way to get together." he says.
"But it won't be the same without the green makeup." I say.
"We can still use the baby lotion." he says.
"Some baby you are."
"You reckon?" he says and flexes his awesome body. "But we still both need more practice."
"Absolutely." I reply.
Mick's room is as you would expect. Trophies. Posters of shot putters and body builders. As I said, this guy is focused.
"How long are your folks away?" I ask.
"Till tomorrow afternoon. We got all night and I wanna take my time with you."
"Yes please." I say.
"I don't know how you can fancy a big bruiser like me."
"Not a problem!" I reply. I can't believe he has confidence issues but he goes on, "So, I really turn you on that much?"
In reply I take his hand and I put it between my legs.
"Feels like it." he says as his fingers find my erection, and he takes my hand and slips it inside his track suit – the heat of his crotch, his balls straining at the thin material of his jock, his dick solid.
"Shit." I say.
"Yeh. Go on, have a good feel. You're really in for it tonight. There's a three-day load backed up in my balls and your ass is going to get it big time."
I strip.
"Cool!" he continues, "Now show me how much you want me."
And I reach out to touch his chest. He pushes my hand away.
"No. With your mouth." And he's got a mile wide grin on his face. "Or maybe you don't fancy me any more without the green?" he teases.
So he lies back on the bed and I start on his small hard nipples. Then the mounds of his pecs and up to his armpits, his sensitive flanks, the ridges of his abdominal muscles, his cute belly button. Then bypassing his straining dick I head down to his feet, sucking each toe as he moans then working my way up his legs as he watches me, stroking his monster dick. Then his thighs, his glorious thighs, tree-trunk solid and lightly fuzzed with blond hair. Then to my surprise he lifts his legs up and exposes his pucker. I dive in with my tongue and he's moaning and gasping,
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! That feels so fucking good. You carry on like that and I might let you fuck me one day."
Then as he lowers his legs I'm tonguing his bollocks, trying to get each one in my mouth, and then his towering dick, easing the foreskin back over the bulbous head and tonguing the piss slit while I keep a finger working his pucker and slowly tentatively slide it in to him to the first knuckle.
"OK?" I ask.
"Oh yeh man. Play with my hole. Feels good man."
I work my lips around his dick while my finger probes his ass till I feel him tense. I back off and let him cool off a moment. I don't want him coming yet. Then I go back to licking and fingering him. His hips are pumping. He's trying to fuck my mouth. No way! I pull off him. He looks at me with desperate eyes. It's like the tables are turned for a moment and I'm in control of his magnificent muscled body. But he pulls me to him and his arms are around me and his mouth is mashed against mine, he's pumping his hips against me. OK my friend. So I sit up, align my hole with his cock and, willing myself to relax, slowly sink down on it. Inch after inch, feel it poking and probing its way into my guts.
"Up your ass!" he says. "Up your beautiful hot ass."
Then before I know what's going on, he's flipped me over onto my back, he's on top of me and the Incredible Hulk is on a mission to fuck my brains out. Using all his strength to drive his dick into me and all I can do is to receive each thrust as his balls bang against me and his sweat drips onto me.
"Oh yeh. Fuck me Mick. Just don't stop." And he doesn't stop. Oh my god the control he's got is incredible and I'm being buggered to oblivion.
Then I'm on my belly and he's on my back, the full hot sweaty weight of him and his cock is so far up me, working my prostate over with every thrust. The length of his thick cock pulled out and shoved back into me over and over. His fat bollocks slapping against my ass as he grunts and strives. And I'm pushing back for more, more, harder, deeper. And then he drives himself as deep as he can in me, his whole body goes rigid and his cock is pulsing its load.
He's on top of me. His cock still buried in my ass. And we lie there. His weight is almost unbearable but I love it. I twitch my ass around his dick and oh my god, he's getting hard again.
"Oh yeah!" he says. "Move that ass. Get me hard. Gonna fuck you all night."
And I believe him. My 18 year old muscle god is horny for my ass. Who am I to refuse him?
And he's pumping it to me again chanting to himself, "Gonna fuck you, gonna fuck your ass, gonna fuck you full of my cum." And with each "fuck" he's stabbing it to me. And it goes on and on. Shit, he's like a one man gang bang.
After his second load up my ass we relax a bit into a cuddle. His mouth finds mine and we're exchanging spit. Then he's rubbing the roughness of his cheek against mine.
"Did you mean it when you said all night?" I ask him.
"Yep! I nicked one of my dad's pills."
"Viagra?" I asked him.
"No, some Chinese stuff called 'Superdragon' Gives you a really good stiffy without the side effects!"
"Oh my god!" I gasp.
"Have a feel," he says "It'll get hard for you again in a moment."
And I take his cock in my hands. Soft it's still impressive and sure enough it starts to swell and stiffen and soon it's pulsing full length in my hand.
"Shit!" I say.
"And tonight it's all for you..." he says.
"Alright but gimme a break for a few minutes Mick. I know, lemme eat your ass again."
"Be my guest!" he says and turns over onto his belly and spreads the cheeks of his bum for me exposing his sweet pink pucker nestling in a furrow of soft blond hair. I smell his masculine funk and lick and nibble for all I'm worth, trying to get my tongue as deep as I can in him.
"That's it!" he groans. "Keep at it."
Then after a while to give my tongue a rest I get a finger in him. Deep as I can and he's wriggling around and moaning, "Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Keep doing that."
So I get another finger up him and he's pushing back against me. We both know what's coming next. So I rub my dick against his hole. He pulls his cheeks apart for me and I get the head in. I pause.
"Go on." he says. "Do me. I want to know what it's like." And I sink slowly into his virgin hole.
"Breathe." I tell him "Relax." and soon he's open to me and I run my hands over the muscles of his magnificent back as I gently pump my dick in and out of him as he moans, raising his ass to meet my strokes. I don't know how much longer I can hold off. I pause and pull out.
"Why d'ya stop?" he says. "I was really getting into it."
"I didn't want to shoot so soon."
"C'mon man. Get it back in there and do what you were doing."
And he's holding the cheeks of his ass apart and I slide back in and go for it. No more mister nice guy. I just fuck him. He's a jock after all. He's used to going through the pain threshold. But I can't hold back and soon I'm giving him his first injection of semen. Oh my god I've just taken his cherry.
"How was that?" I ask him.
"Well I can see what you get out of it now." He says grinning. "Shit, if I'd known it was that good, I would have tried it a long time ago. But there's one thing though..."
"Wossat?"
"Getting fucked has got me horny to fuck you again."
And my big beefy lover flips me over into the doggy position and shoves himself up me balls deep without any ceremony. Oh yes! Soon he's in a trance pounding away at my hungry hole. Trying to get as much of his cock as deep as he can in me as often as he can. He's so goddam matter-of-fact about sex. This is a cock. This is an asshole. A hard cock is just the right size and shape to shove in an asshole and fuck it. The fucker gets his jollies and so does the fuckee. What's not to like? The only limits are how long can he fuck before he shoots his load. How long it takes for him to recover for another onslaught and how good am I at taking the pounding he's giving me.
Lying next to him after his third orgasm. The sunlight coming through the thin curtains. Oh my god! He really did fuck me all night. But now it's time to rest and sleep takes us.
We wake to the sound of church bells. Mick panicking and checking the time. Phew! It's only 11. His parents won't be back till after 4. So I'm in his arms again and he's grinding his body against me. The Chinese sex drug is still coursing through his veins and that, combined with his teenage hormones, brooks no argument. His fingers are searching round my back passage.
"Good boy! You open for Hulk. Hulk want to fuck ass."
And we're off into some kinda crazy role play. Mick leaps from the bed and takes a Hulk pose, growling and roaring. God he looks magnificent. A powerful muscular animal ready to rut.
If I thought it would be a quickie, I was wrong. It was a good half hour of ass pounding. Going through all the positions. Me in doggy position as he drives himself into me. Mick lying on his back while I ride his dick, him growling and using his strength to thrust into me, mashing the hell out of my prostate. Then lying sideways as Mick pumps the full thick length of his cock into me, over and over. Me on my back for the grand finale as he punch fucks me with an evil look on his face, the sweat dripping from his chest and arms. Then the ecstasy on his face as he shoots his load into me with a feral roar.
"Hulk coming in your ass!!!"
Lying next to me afterwards. "Hulk love fucking your ass." he growls. "You make Hulk feel good all over. You fuckboy belong Hulk." And he licks my face like a friendly dog.
When Mick went away to college I was devastated. I didn't realise how much he meant to me. He promised he would keep in touch but I knew that was it. Sex for him was just another sporting activity, part of his fitness program. Releases tension. Good for cardiovascular health and brain function. Reduces stress. Sex with men is easier than sex with women who want commitment and all the emotional crap that goes with that (his words). Men are always good to go (at least I am) while women have their moods and their hormones. And most of all there was no risk of getting me pregnant, though he used to joke, "Tonight I'm gonna give you a baby."
Our last time together he let me cover him in green makeup and I took photos of him. Mick as the Incredible Hulk. Mick leering at me lasciviously with his pink tongue licking his green chops. Mick with a major hardon bulging in his shorts. Mick's hardon busting out of his shorts. They were to be my jerk-off fantasy for years.
I'd watch out for him at international sports events on TV but I knew that the chances of another get together with my Horny Green Giant were zilch.
I thought about luring another jock into my clutches. But how would I find another man with a body like Mick's who would let me cover him in green. They say it's not easy being green but it's even more difficult having a thing for green men.
I had no problem picking up young jocks with my slim build and good looks, the problem was to broach the topic of my little fetish. Well to be fair, if you're into something like spanking or feet or women's underwear, you should either announce it at the beginning of the tryst and risk your prospect running off in consternation or you try and establish a friendship with them over a few sessions (if you're lucky) before you come out with your special needs, like "Er... Can I cover you in guacamole? It really does it for me."
But most of the jocks and blue collar men I managed to score with were just anonymous quickies or one nighters. The one construction worker I asked if I could lick guacamole off his crotch just burst out laughing.
"Jesus H. Christ!" he exclaimed. "I've heard of some wacky stuff in my time but that takes first prize! Guacafuckingmole!!"
For a while I had a regular thing with a college wrestler, Big Al they called him. A burly six footer with a barbed wire tattoo on his left bicep and, as I found later, a scattering of five- pointed stars on his muscular butt. I appealed to the exhibitionist in him and persuaded him to let me sketch him. He was direct.
"You're gay aren't you."
"Sure am."
"You like sucking cock?"
"Sure do."
"Wanna suck mine?"
"You bet!"
And he hauls his meat out of his jeans. It's already hard and the foreskin is pulled back revealing a shiny purple knob. The shaft is curved, pointed at the top and thickening dangerously to the base. I hold it in admiration.
"Wow! Nice cock!" I say. Well one should always compliment a gentleman on his endowment, it's only polite.
"Suck me." he says.
And I do. He holds my head and pumps his dick down my throat till "I'm coming. Take my load bitch!" and I manage to pull back just enough so he doesn't drown me or choke me.
"You're good." he says. "We can do some more 'sketching' another time if you like." And he's out of the door leaving me high and dry.
And that was our routine. He'd come round. He'd strip. I'd sketch him. He'd get hard. I'd suck him. He'd leave. That was it. Nothing in return. He wouldn't touch me. No chance to get my hands on his gorgeous muscles. He didn't even like me touching his nipples. Anything apart from me giving him a blowjob was 'too gay' for him.
So after a few months I broach the subject of the green, telling him I want to do a picture of him as the Incredible Hulk. He grins and shakes his head.
"No way man. I don't mind posing but you're not putting any green stuff on my butt. That's just too gay."
"OK." I say. "I'll colour the picture afterwards ..."
"You know what, this is getting too fucking weird for me. See you around cocksucker." And he's dressed and out the door. Shit! Shit! Shit!
After getting dumped by Al, I withdrew I guess. Well we sensitive creative types tend to be loners. But this time I really meant it. I went back to drawing. I made sketch after sketch of the Incredible Hulk busting out of his shorts, the Jolly Green Giant with a massive green hardon. Even Shrek! Then I discovered 3D drawing programs and found I could create my own little world of green erotica. Even posted some online. The real world receded. My own private world of masturbatory fantasy took over.
Then my laptop died. It was the motherboard. Fortunately I had all my images backed up but I could no longer use the 3D programs. I still had my photos of Mick and my sketches of Al but it wasn't the same. I couldn't be a god anymore, creating and controlling my world of muscular green men.
Then the poisonous silence that pervaded the family home finally exploded. My parents were going to split up. My needs were not considered of course. The opposite in fact. I was almost 18, just a few months off in fact so by the time the divorce went through, I would be legally an adult. They both made it clear that they were "moving on" and I'd have to make my own arrangements. If I hadn't been so involved in my fantasy world, I should have seen it coming. But I didn't and the reality of it hit me like a truck.
I fell down a hole. I could have started drinking or doing drugs, but that's not me. But I stopped going out. I even gave up cruising restrooms, sitting around in cubicles, waiting in vain for my green man to walk in and a thick green cock to appear through a glory hole.
It was around that time that the dreams started. Only I wasn't sure they really were dreams, they seemed so real. Usually early morning about 3, I'd be thrown awake and there'd be a weird electronic buzzing noise in the room that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. I couldn't see anything but there was the feeling of someone or something there. I'd try to ignore the sound and go back to sleep. But I couldn't.
Daytime the dreams, if that's what they were, would stay with me and I'd be in a sort of a trance, even at school, sketching cartoons – green aliens – an invasion of Earth – superheroes battling – military weapons useless... Who can save Planet Earth?
Night time. Dream. But is it a dream? That buzzing again, getting not exactly louder but more present. They're coming!! It's an invasion!! No, it's not an invasion. But something's really happening. Really? A step ladder appears in my room leading up through the ceiling.
<Come!> I hear the thought. <Come up!> And I look at my useless life. My bleak future. My dead laptop. The wreck of my parents' marriage. The impossibility of finding another lover like Mick. And I think "OK. Nothing much to lose ..."
The buzzing sound gets louder as I place my foot onto the first rung of the step ladder. Then another step and there's a feeling of warmth in my crotch. The sound is doing weird stuff like some Stockhausen I heard once. My rational mind kicks in, "Where the hell are you going?" The warmth in my crotch increases, the feeling of soft hands touching me, caressing me. My rational mind gives up in defeat.
There are three of them. Three beings. Male, very male, muscular, completely hairless, naked and green! It's some sort of space ship and I can hear their thoughts. Call it a dream. Yes, call it a dream.
Then I get it. The whole picture. All at once. Like sometimes when you get an idea without having to work it out piece by piece. Their role as progressors, sent to advance human civilisation so that we don't destroy our environment or blow ourselves up. Their search for a first contact to learn how to communicate with us. Someone who would not be in fear of them. Someone who can accept them. Their gratitude to me. This earthman who is not only unafraid of them but who is actually turned on by them! "Verde, que te quiero verde!"
Their cocks are out. Three stiff green cocks. Identical. Clones? Cocks pointed at the top, thickening in the middle. Balls pendulous and full. The thought – how would those cocks feel inside me. I reach out and touch one. There's a gasp in the thought field and a humming rises like a warm vibration as I stroke the member – it thickens, lengthens. A feeling of urgent desire from the other two. They want as well. Soon I have a cock in each hand and one in my mouth. A slow gentle pumping. The sound field becomes like silver with a pulsing crimson drone. Hands all over me, the electric touch of their skin. Muscular arms around me, a cock hard and warm rubbing against my ass, seeking entry. A muscular green butt in front of me, pucker winking open to me, my cock drawn into him, into his body – the sound field shimmers and gasps. The cock in my mouth delicious, slow pumping. The cock entering my ass, slowly, sweetly as the drone deepens. I reach behind me to feel the steel strength of thighs and buttocks, smooth, hairless. My body being filled with cock. Green hands caressing me, my balls, my nipples, driving me crazy with lust, green tongue licking my pits. The ass I'm fucking is fucking me back, the cock in my ass driving into me. The pace quickens. The sound builds – how to describe it? Mozart's Requiem? Phil Spector's wall of sound? A freight train? A tornado?
Our orgasms hit like a thousand shards of light. Echoing, reverberating, beyond space and time. The cock in my mouth releases its floodtide, sweet and thick; the cock in my ass pulses, spunking its load deep in my guts; while my own cock is held gently in a hot mouth, lips gently milking the last drops of my come.
The tide of passion ebbs. Gradually the ambient noise of the space ship returns: the visceral throb of the engine like the penis that still pulses, slowly softening inside me, the breathy hiss of the atmospheric control. We lie there touching, embracing. Our minds have merged and I am one with them.
I realise I have a choice. I can return to my world. My parents' house. My school work, my vain search – for what? For what I had with Mick. That in that world I may never find again. Or I can stay here. Wherever here is... in this ship with its noises, sounds and sweet airs, that are the thoughts and emotions of my lovers. My three green lovers. From me they will learn all about Earth. From them I will learn about their world. We have so much to share.
A. Horniman Copyright 2012
Other stories by A.Horniman can be found on nifty:
Noises in the Night Gay Male/Adult Friends section October 11 2007
The Stone Workers Gay Male/Historical section. November 10 2007
Frank Gay Male/Adult Friends section December 9 2007
Last Fuck for Johnny Gay Male/Encounters section June 23 2009
XXL Gay Male/Beginnings section March 27 2010
Ozzie Gay Male/SF-Fantasy section April 27 2010
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