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.