“The two girls rested their heads on my thighs. They stuck out their tongues and began licking my cock, one girl on each side.

It was perfect. They had their eyes closed, like they were expecting me to pop my load any minute, and when it happened, the goo just bubbled out the tip and dripped down on all sides, like a volcano. They got loads of it on their tongues and slurped it into their mouths. Way cool! It doesn’t get better than that, does it?”

Kim stopped typing. There was a long, long pause.

“U R making shit up.”

Kim shook his head and, at 100 words a minute, spell-check keeping pace with him, wrote:

“I remember a girl giving me a tug job in the back of the classroom. She kept asking me when I was coming, and when I did, she leaned back and made me shoot my load in my underpants to make sure she didn’t get any on her hand. That really happened. Got my point?”

“Dude, U R nuts. Srsly. Sent u 16gb anime prog. Where da pron?”

Yes, Kim did get the perfectly hacked program that he could re-rig to animate his cartoon sex girls to move realistically in any position. It looked better than any video game, including Halo. Didn’t this joker realize he was part of destiny? He had no time to go through a bunch of external drives for the porn junk he promised. Kim wrote: “Within weeks I’ll have my program finished. You’ll even get a discount on it.”

“I like FREE.”

“The two girls licking my cock? That didn’t happen. It was a dream I had, but it seemed so real. The second actually happened. But in my memory I can’t tell them apart. I remember them the same. Get it? So why knock myself out finding a girl who isn’t gonna do it right when I’ve got a green screen? No more dealing with idiot chicks just to have bad sex. The less I have to do with the real world, the better. That’s where we’re heading and that’s why I’ll be a billionaire either with a website for my program or selling out to Google or somebody. That chick who gave me the bad pull job wouldn’t even do it again. I posted to her Facebook saying she did a bad pull job and that was that. Named and shamed her and defriended her, too. I’m getting good hot sex right now. Later.”

“Peace out, douchebag,” the other guy wrote. Kim closed the message as soon as the words appeared.

Kim was glad to get that over with. Trading with internet idiots, getting tips from hackers, trying to explain his green-screen idea without them stealing it — He was glad he was this close to perfection — to destiny!

The green screen stretched over the bedroom wall, and like a local TV weatherman with his projected map, all Kim had to do was stand there and wait for a beautiful naked woman to magically appear next to him. Kim hit a few switches, adjusted the angle on the projection device, had his three-dimensional simulators on auto-run, and was jerking himself stiff by the time he heard the soothing voice come through the quadrophonic speakers that surrounded him.

“I’ll dance for you, Kim,” came the voice. Kim stood in front of the green screen, in profile, naked, watching himself on the HD screen on the wall in front of him. What he saw looked real: a beautiful naked woman doing a sexy dance, writhing and undulating and moving closer and closer to him. He had programmed her to squat down on her haunches — down — further — mouth open, head bobbing back and forth. Everything was just the way he wanted it.

“Let me suck your cock! Oh please, Kim, please — “

His left hand worked his cock, but thanks to the green-colored latex glove he was wearing, the HD screen only showed a naked girl blowing him, his dick apparently disappearing into her willing throat. He’d created her by morphing various K-pop singers and models into one super slut. Her lips were puffy, her almond eyes shining and deep, her skin clear and creamy. Kim only needed to glide his hand over his cock at the pace he wanted, and then his eyes would see a warm, willing mouth.

There was a control panel at his feet, out of camera range, and a touch of a button with his naked toe set her to move from suck to fuck. He had cloned elements from hacked video games and anime programs so her every gesture was smooth and lifelike. Her boobs jiggled, her lips quivered, and she talked a stream of filth as she bent over and nudged her amazingly round, soft butt cheeks up against his thighs.

“Fuck me hard! Your cock fills my slit so good!”

Kim was frantically sliding his hand over his cock, but on the screen, it just looked like he was pounding her ass, making it jiggle and shake every time he moved forward.

“Come all over my ass!”

He was getting closer and closer to orgasm, and that made his illusion all the more magical and convincing. Yes! Yes! He whipped the green glove off and saw himself jerking his cock just inches away from the most beautiful, ripe, full ass in the world, two cheeks begging to be coated in come.

“All right, take my splooge all over your ass!”

“Oooh!” the virtual woman cried. “Come all over my ass, come all over my ass — ass — ass — “ The word “ass” stuttered again and again.

A distorting zoom lens moved in closer for a high-def close-up of his cock, which looked twice as big as it actually was. Kim — the genius, the conquering of ass, the creator of the most beautiful naked sex slave in the world — shot his load, the sudsy goo firing from his cock in slow motion and then settling on the girl’s ass like frosting on a cake.

In reality, he’d spattered his load all over the floor, but Kim wasn’t looking at the floor, he was looking at that giant HD screen that showed him and his dream girl projection. This became the truth and stayed that way in his memory as he closed his eyes, his wet hot cock drooping soft in his hand.

The girl’s groans and moans faded into the hushed hum of the projector as she faded from the screen. He grabbed a chair and sank his sweaty body into it. “I need air. I need to go for a drive,” he thought.

A virtual drive, that is. The electric fan in the bedroom window came to life. He put on leather gloves and held a steering wheel up near his chest as his green screen surrounded him in night and starlight. In the distance he saw the Seohae Grand Bridge spanning the dark river, its towers and main cables shining gold in the simulated moonlight, like magic castles dotting the countryside. Then he was driving over the bridge heading — someplace, maybe toward another naked girl like the one who sucked him and fucked him and didn’t bother him afterward, just disappeared.

His virtual drive across the bridge was better than the real traffic and petrol smells and his memory of that girl from a few moments ago. He could have her again. He could have a different girl. Do so many different things to her! No one girl could or would do it all. Instantly, he was inspired and horny all over again.

His next adventure? Hell, why shouldn’t the superstar Kim look like one? When he next appeared before his green screen, he stood clothed in his coolest Gangnam-style clothing: a black jacket over a black T-shirt and matching black slacks. He adjusted his $15,000 mirrored Wayfarer Zeiss sunglasses — well, the Chinese knockoffs of the real thing — and snapped his fingers. A big-eyed naked anime girl materialized at his command, bowed, and cupped her outrageously large breasts, making them balloon out. She eased backward like a gymnast till her palms hit the floor, her hair swept the hardwood and her back arched enough so her legs were spread right in front of Kim’s green-gloved hand.

He tickled her pussy as thick droplets of lube leaked out like tears. He made a fist and slid it up her cartoon slit while the programmed sounds of her squealing orgasm filled the air. Kim was getting more and more excited, not just at how he was making his fantasies come to life, but at how much of a fortune he could get for his invention. He knew people paid hundreds to visit websites, thousands for lifelike rubber dolls — but for this, billions of dollars would surely be his! He could go anywhere in the world. Own the biggest mansion in New Zealand. Thailand. Silicon Valley. And he could pay to make sure no deadbeats got his shit free with any internet tricks!

Kim’s dick was getting hard in his pants. He pulled it out and, watching himself on his HD screen, expertly slid his hand against the side of the anime girl’s head. Looking good! Looking real! Her head moved down to suck his cock. After a few minutes, he tapped his toe against a switch, got a close-up of himself in his mirrored sunglasses, and announced, “Every girl must suck Kim’s cock!”

The anime girl’s features melted into those of a Nordic blonde. Then an African girl. Then a redhead. Kim luxuriated in his genius as a parade of beautiful cocksuckers took turns nodding up and down on his dick. The noises they made were different, too. They cursed in their native languages. They groaned wonderfully. Their eyes could blink, go wide, roll in their sockets. Their lips puffed and bulged as if Kim’s cock was too big. One by one, they begged off, worn out by his steel-hard rod, and were immediately replaced by other exotic girls. Yes, he’d stolen some of the faces off ads featuring his favorite models, others from women in magazines and still others by digitally peeling the faces off amateur singers he liked.

The Paint, Photoshop and animation programs were all re-adapted and recoded. Kim wanted to finish with a fuck. How about that tan-skinned, pink-haired hip-hop chick with the new rock video? He dialed up YouTube and found it. Click. The video downloaded in seconds, a program isolated her writhing body, and in a matter of minutes, a full-sized version of her was dancing by his side. He moved his hand over her undulating silhouette and peeled away her clothes, stripping her down to a pre-programmed naked body that looked very much like it could have been hers.

“You want Kim’s cock in your pussy, so bend over now!” The grinding, gyrating hip-hop superstar obediently bent over in perfect 3D, her bald pussy sucking up Kim’s cock as she somehow uttered his name between beats.

Lovers who watch themselves via mirrors on the wall or ceiling or on a TV monitor as they made a sex tape had nothing on this! Kim watched himself fucking the hottest singer on YouTube, and she was loving it. Her butt was practically bouncing as she pushed back and forth, making his cock disappear inside her. He was ready to come. All he needed was her calling his name. Her hip-hop song was soon nothing but his name, his name, his name.

He began pulling his cock harder and harder, pretending this time he was spurting his load deep into her pussy and not all over the floor. Yes, her big round ass, her famous ass, her superstar ass. It was so beautifully round. But wait . . .

Was it his imagination? Something wrong with the screen? Her ass was looking sort of sickly white, getting flatter, Groing hairs. Her voice, which had been a sultry purr, turned into a growl as she yelled, “Dude, you get off puttin’ yer dick in my ass? One clench and I’ll break it off, sicko!”

Kim looked down. The reality was he was jerking off with his green glove on his hand, but when he looked up at the screen, instead of the hip-hop girl, he was on top of an enraged — Zach Galifianakis? That beardo from the movies? The face morphed into some kind of enraged dragon head with vampire teeth. It growled and exploded in a blaze of fire and smoke.

Kim fell over at a weird angle, his knees hitting the floor and causing vibrations in his funny bone that weren’t so funny. His chair tipped over and monster cables slithered like snakes, whipping around the room, sending external drives flipping like dominos. A laptop hit the floor and cracked to pieces, and then the green screen peeled off the wall and fell on top of him. Kim looked at the HD screen on the far wall and saw the words “You been hacked!” They floated briefly, then faded to black.

It took weeks to repair the green screen and to reconnect the wiring that connected all his gadgets to the network, and none of it seemed to be working right. Nobody at tech support in India, nobody at the Apple Store Genius Bar, nobody in any of the online troubleshooting forums could advise him. It was almost as if they all were told to not even try.

“Fuckin’ assholes,” Kim muttered. “People are the worst. When I rebuild my program I’ll keep it all to myself and never go online or show my face anywhere.” He checked his e-mail. There was only one message. It looked a lot like spam, but it had his name and said, “You are online here. It shows more than your face.” He clicked the link. It opened. There he was, naked, jerking off.

One of his hackers had turned his computer camera on and recorded him during his green-screen game. The reality was that he was seen jerking off alone, not being blown by a beautiful woman in any kind of augmented reality. The footage was now viral, forever, on a variety of free gay websites under the heading, “Cute twink doing tug job on self.”

Kim turned off the computer. He convinced himself that in a few days this memory, like the others, would fade, and it wouldn’t matter what was real and what wasn’t. Fortunately, he had plenty of time for that, as the next time he turned on the equipment, all he saw was a prompt telling him to wait. “Memory full.”