“The new thing is making a computer character who looks like you and sending them on adventures.”

“That sounds neat,” fourteen-year-old Jimmy said. He was downstairs at the apartment house, standing at the door to the outside, his skateboard hugged to his body, ready to go out to skate. He was wearing athletic shorts, a T-shirt, a helmet, and knee pads. Standing on the second- floor landing by his apartment door, across the landing from where Jimmy lived with his mother, who worked all the time and entertained boyfriends when she wasn’t working, twenty-five-year-old computer geek Raymond looked down from the stair hall to the front door.

The kid looked like sex on a stick to Raymond. He was pretty sure that the men the mother dragged home had followed her because they wanted to fuck the boy—and did. Raymond had seen some things. He’d been aching to get his dick in him too for weeks. And he’d been working toward that end.

Raymond liked them young and fresh. Jimmy had been raised with a lot of sex going on in his apartment. It was all natural to him. He was exploring and deciding that maybe he was more attracted to men than to women—he liked his mother’s boyfriends better than he liked his mother. He’d expressed some of his feelings and inclinations—and had hinted about acts—to Raymond, an active gay player who liked them as young as he could get them. Raymond knew Jimmy was ripe for the plucking. It was just finding the right approach. Jimmy had shown interest in Raymond’s computer game production skills. That’s what Raymond did; he programed computer games.

It was a piece of cake to find the approach to Jimmy—like taking candy from a baby. In this case the baby was fourteen, neglected by his mother, primed by some of his mother’s randy boyfriends, and ripe for it. It had required a lot of work to bring the video together. Raymond hoped the work would be worth it.

“Yeah, I made a character of you,” Raymond said. “I’ve already programed an adventure for you—mythical beasts and all, doing what I know you’d like to do.”

“Neat. Can I come over sometime and see what you’ve created?”

“You can come up right now, if you have the time,” Raymond said, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

“Sure, that would be great.”

Just like taking candy from a baby.

Raymond got the easy part off the boy at the door.

“You can leave the helmet and pads there by the door. And take your sneakers off there too, please. No shoes in the apartment.”

“Yeah, my mom has that rule too,” Jimmy said, shucking half of what he had on.

Half way there, Raymond thought. “Come over and sit in this chair in front of the computer and I’ll show you what I got,” he said as he led the boy farther from the door out of the apartment.

What I got for you is eight inches, Raymond was thinking—but he needed to go slow and smooth here. He thought the kid would take it from him, but take it smooth and slow.

The clip started with the Jimmy’s cartoon character, clearly looking like the flesh and blood Jimmy, in some sort of fantasy village of tents and a big handsome brute was on top of Jimmy’s character, fucking him in a doggie. This was the crucial moment of Raymond’s plan. Would the kid get scared or skittish or disgusted and jump up and run out of the apartment? He’d shown Jimmy skin vids before, and the kid had wanted to see them. But would he balk at seeing himself in one?

No, he didn’t. He held there, sitting in the chair in front of the computer screen, mesmerized by there being a computer character who clearly was him—small of stature, dark curly hair that dangled down into his eyes, slender body, but well-muscled for his age, narrow hipped, and, Raymond was delighted to see, a hard-on developing and pressing at the crotch of his loose athletic shorts. Jimmy had been prepared for this. Raymond had shown him clips of cartoon men fucking on the screen before, and Jimmy had become used to seeing them. This was the first time that he saw himself as one of the characters, though.

Raymond was hovering behind him, close, as the boy sat in the chair. The older man had an arm around Jimmy’s shoulders while he operated the computer mouse with his other hand. Jimmy leaned into Raymond rather than away from him.

Like ripe fruit about to fall off the tree.

The fucking characters were facing the camera, the Jimmy character’s face with a sublime expression on it, and the big brute, looking an awful lot like a cross between the porn star Jimmy seemed to like best in the skin vids he’d been shown and one of several square-jawed, impossibly bulked up superheroes Jimmy always picked to save the day in the games they had played, on top of Jimmy, his head hovering above the boy and his character obviously riding Jimmy’s tail. The brute’s erection was impossibly huge and the boy’s hole was impossibly open to it.

Raymond had shown the naked superhero character riding Jimmy’s character so hard that his butt appeared flung above the characters’ heads on the upswing. The monstrously endowed superhero character was looking happy and Jimmy’s character was looking dreamy, with his eyes bugging out and his mouth opening in a big O on the down thrust.

This was another checkpoint. Would the kid bail or would he stay? He stayed. He was ready for it.

“Oo, I think it’s hot in here,” Raymond said, pulling his T-shirt off. It was a cheesy approach, he knew, but Jimmy’s attention remained glued to the computer screen and he didn’t balk as Raymond pulled the boy’s shirt off him, as well. From behind him, Raymond ran his hands over the kid’s chest and was rewarded by movement in the crotch of Jimmy’s athletic shorts. The boy’s attention remained on what was happening in the tent on the screen.

Raymond, who already was unzipped, reached down, grasped the waistband of the flesh and blood Jimmy and hooked it and the kid’s jock strap pouch under the boy’s balls. Jimmy murmured a “no” and moved to readjust the shorts, but Raymond pointed to the screen and said, “Look, werewolf attack,” and Jimmy looked up at the screen and was lost. Werewolf warriors were running through the village, killing and raping everyone in sight. Jimmy’s character was up and on the run, dodging the baddies, trying to get to safety.

In the real world, Raymond was fondling the real Jimmy’s cock and balls, and Jimmy was letting him, making little moaning sounds, but so lost in the action on the computer screen that he didn’t seem to know that Raymond was sexing him—or he realized, decided it was time he let Raymond do this, and was just pretending he didn’t know it was happening.

The kid was either dumb or very smart and as randy as Raymond was.

Raymond had a fist wrapped around Jimmy’s now-hard cock and was coaxing the boy to take his shaft in hand. “No,” Jimmy murmured, but Raymond said, “It’s OK. No big deal. Just hand jobs. Watch your character getting fucked by that big werewolf there. It’s not real; just harmless fun. Look at the size of the cock that fucker puts in you. It’s more fun if you’re getting stroked off to it. It’s just hand jobs.”

The flesh and blood Jimmy sucked into that. A big muvva werewolf had grabbed the screen Jimmy in the cartoon, put the boy on the ground, on his back, and was doing him with a huge cock in a missionary. Again, impossibly huge dick on the hairy beast and impossibly open hole on the boy. The werewolf had to have thirteen thick inches hard—this was a cartoon—and the screen Jimmy’s hole had dilated to take it all. It took twenty seconds of the screen boy writhing to get it all stuffed in, though.

Happily for Raymond, Jimmy’s cock was hard as a rock in his fist for this sequence and the boy was panting.

Raymond had made the monster’s cock pink and thick, in stark contrast to the dark hairiness of the werewolf’s pelt, and the animation was showing the fuck at an angle where the viewer saw all thirteen inches appear and then disappear into the asshole of the screen Jimmy, who had been given a “God, I’m being fucked good” expression on his face.

Jimmy was lost to the cartoon, and he was lost to Raymond stroking him off and Jimmy stroking Raymond cock, which compared favorably—if in more human proportions—with that of the werewolf on the screen, except Raymond’s had a big, thick vein running up it and the werewolf’s cock was smooth.

Jimmy lost his shorts and jock altogether without showing any resistance. He had no idea how and when Raymond got naked, but that happened. The older man was leaning over Jimmy and had the tips of his fingers at the rim of the boy’s hole, with the heel of his hand pressed under Jimmy’s balls. The boy pulled his attention away from the screen long enough to say, “No, Raymond, I don’t think this is a good idea. You’re too big for me.”

Meaning, to Raymond, that the kid would lay down for him in a flash if he didn’t think his cock was too big to take. Well, Raymond couldn’t help if he was hung. They’d just have to go with that.

“Whatya know about too big?” Raymond asked. “Your momma’s boyfriends been doing you?” He knew from his own surreptitious observation that they had.

“A couple of them, yes,” the boy answered.

That didn’t make Raymond back off. That told him he could have what he wanted. The mother’s boyfriends had already been fucking Jimmy and Jimmy was good for admitting it. Raymond wasn’t surprised. Jimmy’s mother wasn’t any kind of a beauty. At least some of the boyfriends obviously were courting her to sniff around the boy.

He penetrated Jimmy’s ass with a beefy finger, and the boy repeated, “Too big. It’s too big.” Jimmy was saying one thing, but he was doing nothing to expel the finger from inside him. Raymond began fucking the boy with the finger, moving it in and out, and clutching at him and moaning, Jimmy rocked on the finger.

“Say yes, Jimmy,” Raymond whispered in his ear.

“Yes,” Jimmy said.

“Your momma’s boyfriends finger you?”

“Yes,” Jimmy answered.

“And you let them?”

“Yes.”

Raymond laughed and said, “I won’t be too big for you. Here, sniff this, and keep your eyes on the screen. Help is arriving.” Raymond had a bottle of poppers in his free hand. He waved it under Jimmy’s nose and the boy took a hit. It did its job. It did its job very, very well in more than one department. Jimmy relaxed his body. His hole dilated and Raymond’s finger sank in deeper.

Jimmy was visibly aroused now. The popper did that. The surge of arousal came right with the hit of the popper vapor. Jimmy wanted Raymond’s finger in him now—and the second one too. And somebody’s cock, if not Raymond’s just yet. After the popper hit, Jimmy was hot to be fucked. The fingers began to move faster inside him. The rocked on them and began to pant.

Raymond said, “Look, hunky centaurs,” and Jimmy’s attention went back to the screen as he held the man’s hand to his buttocks, the heel of the hand pressed into Jimmy’s tailbone, and two fingers hooked into the boy’s channel. Jimmy obviously was fine with the fingers being inside him. Raymond was using the fingers to spread the boy open. It couldn’t be lost on Jimmy what that preparation was for.

Hunky centaurs indeed. Muscular, great-looking torsos and handsomely rugged faces of porn stars Jimmy had seen before in video clips Raymond had shown him. The faces were set on the bodies of muscular, yet sleek horses that now appeared on the screen. The centaurs were bearing tautly arched bows and sending arrows into the werewolves, who responded by rising up and yowling and giving ground. The centaurs were magnificent, not the least because, as they galloped in, their massive black cocks hung free between their hind legs, waving with the motion of the gallop. Raymond had drawn them so that they were prominent features. The centaurs were all different horse colors, but the cocks of all of them were black, erect, and gigantic. Jimmy groaned when he saw them.

“You want those cocks inside you, don’t you?” Raymond whispered in the boy’s ear. He was stroking down the sides of Jimmy’s cock with his free hand as the centaurs poured onto the screen.

“Yes,” Jimmy whimpered, moaning for Raymond and hardening up.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” Raymond murmured.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” Jimmy responded.

“You want me to be a centaur and to cover you and fuck you with a monster black cock.”