Mike(ro)

Mark looked around the empty store -his store- and fingered the check in his pocket: that wall would be devoted solely to the videos of Dana Callahan and Jane Sheckleton; this one would be all gay videos, right at the front, since they sold second best; behind the counter would remain the toy section; three of the walls would be the rest of the videos, arranged by subject - straight, lesbian, bisexual, tranny, scat, BDSM, barely legal, midget, cleft palates, handicapped, mentally retarded, animal, and foodstuffs videos; classic literature and the latest porn mags would decorate the remaining space; and in the corner, cordoned off from the rest, would be the new Dennis Cooper Reading Room for Youngsters, in which he'd hold weekly meetings with the area's youth to discuss his favorite author. But first, business had to be done.

He opened the door to the back, where the video booths would remain, and slipped into the darkness. Down the hall to his right, in the light from one of the booths, he could see Mike's uncovered legs and crotch - and that horrendously tiny penis - sticking out from the same booth. He coughed, watching Mike's legs jump, the man's incher bobbing amongst the much-longer pubes. "Mike, I'm here-"

"Um, okay," Mike growled, "just a sec."

Mark made his way back to the front of the store, which was still empty, and waited until Mike appeared, the man's auburn goatee, which was much too long and shabby, flecked with splinters of wood and dried flakes of cum. Pulling the check out of his pocket, Mark handed it to Mike with one hand while he shook hands with the other.

"All here?" asked Mike.

"Yeppers-"

Mike held the check up to the fluorescent lights overhead and eyed the check for a minute before folding it and shoving it into his back pocket. He brushed past Mark and stepped behind the counter, his head disappearing under it. A large ledger plopped onto the counter, then Mike reappeared, shuffling quickly through the pages inside the dusty binder. With a pen he marked several X's on several pages, then turned the ledger around to Mark. "Sign on the X's and it's done-"

Mark grabbed the pen and quickly found all the X's. When he was done with his last signature, he closed the large leather book and placed the pen on top. "So it's done," he said and looked into Mike's eyes, which were glistening. "Aw, I'm sorry, Mike-"

Mike shook his head and rubbed his belly, half of which hung out of his T-shirt, which was two sizes too small for him. "Nah, don't worry about it, man." He looked around the store and sighed. Then wiped his eyes. "I had a lot of woo hoo! good times! here," he said. "Huzzah!" His finger automatically pointed straight up in the air, as usual, when he said this last. "I just have no choice, Mark. The legal bills-"

"Yeah, it's fucked up, dude-"

Mike shook his head, his eyes fixed on the ledger. "It's like a dream. I still can't believe it. One minute, I'm standing there, watching that Bieber onstage; the next, that crazy man's pantsed me and that crazy detective's choking the life out of me." He popped his elbows and his neck with three loud cracks. "I'm facing 12 years for indecent exposure!" He slammed a limp fist on the ledger.

"Dude, it totally sucks. And that detective, he totally sucks. He's a real cunt-"

Mike winced as he looked to the door to the back room, which had just opened as Mark's last word had jumped to life from his mouth. Mark looked too: Detective Jorge T. Vinos stood in its frame, the darkness behind him reverse-silhouetting his huge frame. "Oh, Mister Dennison-"

"What are you-"

"I'll ask the questions, Mister Dennison!" barked the detective. He looked to Mike. "Mike, how long you gonna be?"

"Just a minute," said Mike, his face reddening. The detective nodded to the air and retreated back into the video room. Mike looked at Mark and shrugged. "One more time for old times' sake?"

Mark laughed. "Sure." As he watched Mike drag himself back through the door to the video booths, he rounded the counter and leaned his elbows onto it, his head propped in his hands. And surveyed the small empire that was now Mark's Books, Videos, and Toys.

Win? Lose? Tie?

Mark sucked the last driblets of cum from Justin Bieber's urethra, then met the boy's lips with his own, their tongues twirling with fury until all that was left in their mouths was saliva and the sweet taste of each other's cocks. Justin finally pulled back and took a deep breath that wasn't a sigh. "Next weekend, Mark," he said.

Mark sat up and smiled. "Until next weekend then-" He opened the door to the tinted Escalade and jumped out, his eyes never leaving Justin's. One more peck on the lips and he shut the door to, the last image in the back of his mind's eye Justin's chipmunk smile. He waved as the SUV spun off, then skipped up to the door in the light of the morning sun, his cock deflating under his waistband.

Sarah was sitting on the couch, her legs curled up under her. She flicked off the TV as Mark waded into the living room and patted the cushion next to her, the smile on her face growing wider as she met Mark's grin. "So?"

"So what?"

"How was it?"

"What?"

"Mark!" Sarah put a hand on his leg and began rubbing up and down the inside of his thigh as soon as he sat down. "The concert?"

"Oh, it was good-"

"Just good?"

"Great!"

"And everything else?"

"What do you mean?"

"Jesus Christ, Mark, you just spent the night with Justin Bieber! What the fuck happened?"

Mark smiled, his tiny, razor-sharp teeth glinting in the light from the lamp on the end table. He lay back, stretching out his legs, and Sarah's hand moved to his crotch, where it began methodically massaging his genitals. "It was...good-"

"You don't seem too happy, hon-"

"No, no, I am-"

"Then what is it?"

Mark shook his head.

"Oh, he's not gay?"

"Oh, no, he's definitely gay. Uber-gay-"

"Then what's the matter-"

"Nothing-"

"Come on," said Sarah, squeezing Mark's balls tightly, "you know you can tell me anything-"

Mark looked to the ceiling, then to Sarah, then straight ahead. "I don't know, it's weird-"

"How so?"

Mark ran his fingers through his spiky hair. "Hmm, you know how you see a movie with great special effects, then you see, like, a 'Making of' movie about that movie and it kinda-"

"That's what happens when you put someone on a pedestal-"

"Um, no, it's not that. No, J's great-"

Sarah squealed. "J!"

"Mom-"

"Yeah?"

"Don't-"

Sarah fake-pouted as her hand slowly gained speed. "Okay, sorry-"

"Nah, it's all right. It's just weird. I mean, the entertainment aspect of it."

"Yeah-"

"And there's something else-"

"Yeah-"

Mark shook his head. He ground his crotch forward into Sarah's hand, then let out a trilling sigh. "I don't know-"

"Does he have a little dick?"

"Oh, no, not at all. For somebody his height and everything, he has an amazingly large cock-"

"As big as Dick's?"

"My God, no-"

"You don't believe in God-"

"It's an expression, goddamnit-" Mark laughed. "No, he's got a really nice, big cock on him, and he knows how to use it. But no, he's no Dick Cox-"

Sarah's other hand inched up her nightie, where she circled her clit slowly with her middle finger, in time with her other hand, which could feel the small wet drop of pre-cum soaking Mark's khaki shorts. "So what's the problem?"

"I don't know, nothing really. I mean, I know he had to be joking when he said this one thing. A joke's a joke, right?"

"Definitely. Unless it isn't a joke. What did he say?"

Mark rifled his hair spikes once more with his lean fingers and pushed his crotch forward again. "Nah, it's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Okay-"

"But you know what?"

"What?"

"He's one kinky fucker-"

"Yeah-"

"Talk about tossing a salad-"

"Mark, you've been rimmed before-"

"Not like that. When I say tossing a salad, I mean tossing a salad." Mark flitted his tongue around the contours of his teeth and looked into Sarah's eyes, which were blurring with her masturbation. "I think I've still got some lettuce stuck in my teeth-"

"Oh, my God!"

"You don't believe in God-"

"It's an expression, goddamnit." Sarah laughed. "So are you gonna see him again?"

"Yep. Next weekend." Mark raised his eyebrows and smirked. "We're boyfriends-"

"Yay!" Sarah squealed and her hands became more taut as she worked her and her son's genitals even more deftly, with more speed and force.

"Um, mom-"

"Yeah-"

"I'm about to cum-"

At which Sarah removed her fingers from her clit and stuck them in Mark's mouth. Then unzipped his pants and fell face-first into his crotch, inhaling his cock and balls into her mouth in one gulp.