Date: Mon, 07 Aug 2006 13:28:13 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: His To Lend

HIS TO LEND
BY:  MOORE

Chapter One

Mark Simon has it all and can do it all.  Good looks, brains,
confidence, a great athlete, lots of money in his pocket and a
platinum credit card to buy anything he wants that he doesn't
already have. Our small room is crammed with stuff that any 15 year
old boy, including me, would die for. It would be easy to be jealous
of Mark, even hate him because he is so, so perfect.  Nobody at
school feels that way though, everybody likes him a lot because he's
so generous with his time and his possessions.

Mark's never too busy to help a younger classmate with his homework
or help him get better at whatever sport we're playing. Mark'll lend
you money; pay me back whenever, he says like you're doing him the
favor. He'll lend you his laptop, his ipod, his cellphone...his
clothes when we have a mixer with the girl's boarding school down
the road and you need something nice to wear. Ask and Mark will lend
you anything he owns, including me, Steven Rubin, his freshman
roommate and personal cocksucker.

Yeah, I'm a fag, a submissive boy who was, figuratively speaking,
born with a cock in my mouth and a mission to fulfill. I'm not
swishy or obviously queer, I play sports and don't hate girls. I
just have this driving, uncontrollable need to serve the members of
my own gender. The way to a man's heart is through his cock and
fortunately I love to suck.

It's something I've known for years, but didn't act on much until my
mother decided that a private boarding school would improve my
chances of getting into a top college. Wet dreams don't lie, mine
always had naked boys, never girls in them. And jerking off with an
ad for Calvin Klein underwear in my free hand, and eating my cum and
getting erections if another boy came into the bathroom while I was
taking a piss.  Changing for gym was a daily challenge to conceal my
raging boner. Thank god my school didn't have showers or I'd have
been turned into the class cocksucker for sure. I could go on, but
you get the idea.

I denied it of course, like what boy wants to admit he's a fag,
claiming the hand jobs and then the daily blow jobs I gave to my two
best friends were just childhood experimentation. That ended last
September when I got paired up with Mark Simon here at Palmview
Academy in south Florida. Three hundred boys ages 15 to 18; the
Nebraska farm town where I grew up only had a population of nine
hundred, and a roommie who gave me the shirt off his back like five
minutes after we met.

From his dresser drawers and closet actually because the airline
lost my suitcase. We shared his shirts, pants, shorts, socks,
underwear, bathing suits...a jock strap; the first I'd ever worn.

"Help yourself to whatever you need," Mark said easily. "I've got
more than enough clothes for the both us and the stupid airline
might never find your bag."

"You're sure?" I said, hesitantly.  Most of his clothes still had
the price tags attached. One of his shirts from a store called
Bergdorf Goodman cost more than everything in my missing suitcase.
I was here on a scholarship, a K-Mart shopper.  "I don't want to
impose."

"Tell you what," Mark said, sensing my reluctance. "We'll share the
clothes and you'll do the laundry.  I hate washing stuff, folding it
and putting it away... so you'll be doing me a big favor."

I accepted immediately and accepted a t-shirt, shorts and a pair of
flip-flops that Mark tossed on my bed. "This is all anybody wears on
campus," he advised.  "Too darn hot for much else. Get changed and
I'll show you around, introduce you to some people."

He didn't look away while I changed, just chatted away about the
school and sports and the stuff that boys talk about. I don't think
he saw my boner, if he did he didn't react. "Whew, it is hot," I
said to account for the nervous sweat that popped out on my blushing
face.  It took all of my willpower not to take of my clothes and
kneel at his feet, my favorite position for blow jobs, and beg to
suck his cock.

Mark, in his third year at Palmview, knew everyone. Students,
teachers, maintenance guys; my head was spinning with names and
faces when we returned to our room. "I'm gonna check my email," he
said, taking his laptop off the desk that was littered with
electronic stuff, CD's, DVD's and plopping on his bed.  "Check yours
if you like when I'm done."

"Yeah, thanks, I'd like to. Maybe send one to my mom if that's okay
with you."

"Sure, sure, Steven, no problem. Use my cell phone if you want to
call her instead."

"Email's fine, thanks. She'll want to talk, hear about everything.
I don't want to use up your minutes."

"I've got unlimited, so don't worry about that."  Mark looked up and
smiled. "We're gonna be together a lot and I think we're gonna be
great friends, Steven. Friends share. Use my phone, my computer,
wear my clothes...I'm lucky that my folks are loaded and it makes me
feel good to share."

"But what can I do for you in return?"

"The laundry, remember?"

"Besides the laundry?"

"You'll think of something."

Sucking his cock was the first thing that came to mind.

Mark wasn't too neat, clothes were all over the place. So I offered
to straighten up the room and organize his dresser drawers and
closet. When I got done there was a big pile of stuff to be washed.

"You might as well do these things too," he said, tossing his shirt,
shorts and underwear in my direction.

I picked up his stuff, stared at his floppy dick from the corner of
my eye and fled to avoid an embarrassing scene. The laundry room was
deserted so I was able to sniff his underwear then beat off with one
of Mark's jock straps in my mouth.


Chapter Two

"Did I hear you right? You wanna borrow my dick?"

"Yeah."

"What for?"

I turned on the light and sat up in bed before answering. "To suck,
Mark...if it's okay with you."

"You're kidding, right?"

Kidding myself, a horny week of longing to tell him I was gay. One
more sleepless night, dreaming about his body, and I'd explode. I
got out of my bed and knelt down by his. "No joke," I said, staring
at his crotch. "I'd really like to blow you."

"You're a fag?"

A simple question deserved a simple answer. "Yes."

"A cocksucker?"

"Yeah, I am. So can I borrow your cock? Please."

Mark laughed. "You promise to give it back?"

"When I'm done, sure.  The sperm is mine though."

"You swallow?"

"Every drop."

"You can keep the cum, Steven, I'll make more."

"I sure hope so," I said, crawling between his legs. "I plan to
borrow your dick on a regular basis and I do love the taste of cum."

Mark hardened quickly when I took him in my mouth, my first cock
since leaving home and the biggest of the three I'd ever had between
my lips.  I played with his balls while I sucked, humming softly
when the spongy head touched the back of my throat.  I'm most fond
of long, slow blow jobs; sleeping with a cock in my mouth is one of
my dreams.  I'm too good a cocksucker, though and Mark, like my two
friends back home, was soon ready to cum.

His load, four powerful spurts of sweet and salty sperm filled my
mouth to overflowing. My coated taste buds tingled with the rich
flavor of his sperm.  I milked the shaft for more, unwilling to
forego a single drop of nectar, then kissed the tip of his dick and
thanked him for letting me blow him.

"Wow, that was some great head," Mark said. "Great for me, but
what's in it for you...besides a mouthful of sticky cum?"

How to explain the thrilling sensations I get when I'm completely
naked and kneeling at the feet of a straight boy. It's a fag thing
that only another submissive fag can understand. A cock in my mouth,
the smell, the taste of dick and sweaty balls, the hard-on I get
simply thinking about cock and sweet cum squirting into my mouth; I
don't fully understand it myself. "I just love servicing you," I
answered simply, "sucking your dick and eating your cum."

"Enough to do it again?"


Chapter Three

I borrowed Mark's cock when we woke up in the morning, in the
cafeteria bathroom at lunch, and again at night when we got ready
for bed.  The slick feel and great taste of his cum never left my
mouth.  After a week of three-a-day blow jobs I truly felt happier
and more content with my place in the world than I'd ever felt
before.  My sense of well being as a fag was soon put to the test
when, much to my surprise, Mark invited other boys to gather around
and watch me suck his dick.

"Guys," he said once everyone was settled with a coke and a slice of
the pizza he'd ordered for the get together. "You all know Steven
Rubin, my roommate, right?"

A chorus of, "yeah sures," followed.

"Well, maybe not as well as you think," Mark chuckled.  "You see,
guys, just so there's no misunderstanding about me, I think you
should know that my roommate's a fag. He's been sucking my dick for
a week."

Mark stood up in front of me and pointed to a spot on the floor.
"Show'em."

I hesitated, thought for a second of laughing it off as a joke. Mark
had to protect his reputation, I knew that. I also knew at this
defining moment in my queer life that I had to be honest about mine.
All eyes were on me as I took of all my clothes, exposing my aroused
cock, and fell to my knees between Mark's legs. The dead silence
gave way to stunned gasps when I pulled down Mark's shorts with my
lips and teeth, then loudly slurped his dick into my mouth.

"My faggot gives me one helluva blow job," Mark gasped proudly as I
switched from his cock to his balls.

I jammed the hairy pair into my mouth, one in each cheek, no easy
feat considering how well Mark was hung. I'd be picking pubic hair
from my teeth for hours. I hurried back to his cock when Mark's legs
began to tremble.

"And my cocksucker loves to eat my cum."

I showed everyone the big wad of creamy cum that Mark ejaculated
into my mouth, then swished it around and swallowed. "Delicious," I
said, smacking my lips with obvious enjoyment.

They laughed at me afterwards, cracked fag jokes at my expense and
thought up silly pranks to see how low a homo would go. They were
having so much fun dumping on me that I didn't have the heart to
tell them how much I appreciated their attention. I expected it,
secretly thrived on the abuse because it reinforced my inferior
status as a queer boy in a straight world.

One thing I didn't count on was Mark's generosity. Like all his
possessions it turned out that he was willing to share me, his
personal cocksucker with anyone who asked.

Peter and Larry, the senior boys and Mark's close friends in the
room next to ours; and frequent observers of my cocksucking skills,
were the first to make the request. "Can Peter and I borrow your
cocksucker?" Larry asked Mark one Friday night. "Neither of us have
ever had a blow job and we'd like to know what it's like to get
sucked off by a fag."

"And cum in a faggot, cocksucker's mouth," Peter snickered with
attitude and a smug look on his face. I knew the look and the
attitude: superiority, a straight boy's god-given right when dealing
with a sexually inferior queer like me.

"Borrow my cocksucker?" Mark laughed, pushing my head back down on
his dick.  "Sure, why not? I'll lend him to you for a blow job." 
Mark lifted my chin and said, "You don't mind going down on these
boys, do you Steven?"

It wasn't really a question, but a statement of fact. I think I
blushed a little. "Uh, no. I guess not," I mumbled around his cock.

Peter and Larry kept me busy on my knees in their room for one
fantastic hour. I gave them two blow jobs each, swallowed four loads
of cum, before they returned me to Mark.  I took care of his cock
and went to bed happy with the cum of three boys in my belly.

Every boy at Palmview Academy already knew I was a fag, Mark's
cocksucker and the only known queer on campus. There may have been
others, boys who liked to suck dick and eat cum as much as I did,
but were afraid to come out of the closet. What Larry and Peter did
the next morning at breakfast was spread the word not only that I
had sucked their cocks, but that I could be borrowed from Mark for
blow jobs. The reaction was immediate, boys seeking blow jobs were
lined up by our table.

Mark lent me to six boys on Saturday, ten more grateful boys on
Sunday. On Sunday night Mark lent me to Amos, the black janitor and
my first adult male of any color.  He closed and locked the door of
his tiny, incredibly hot attic room, then ordered me to strip naked.

"No, sir, never," I replied when he asked if I'd ever sucked a black
dick.  "I'd like to though," I added, "I'd really like to be an
equal opportunity cocksucker."

"On your knees then, white boy," Amos instructed. "There's a first
time for everything, faggot, and sucking my black dick is just the
start. You ever seen a nine inch cock, boy, let alone suck one?"

Amos knew a lot about the needs of a submissive queer; using me, my
body and soul for his sexual pleasure like I'd never been used
before...and prayed that I'd be used like that again. After
worshipping his humongous cock and hefty balls and feasting on his
supersized load of sperm, he knew before I said it that I wanted to
give him my virgin ass; to be fucked like a slut: hard, deep and
often.

"Course you do," he said matter of factly, without a trace of
surprise when I told him. "Wouldn't be much good as a faggot if you
didn't want a hard dick up your butt.  Bend over and spread your
cheeks, boy, show me that pussy that needs to be fucked by a real
man."

Amos did me easy with artificial lube...the first time. The burning
pain of penetration melted away once the head of his cock was in me.
Pure pleasure followed as his prick pushed all the way in. "Fuck me,
Amos," I cried out when his wiry pubes touched my ass. "Harder,
deeper, oh god I love your big dick in my pussy."

I begged to stay the night, but he tossed me out of his room and I
staggered back to my own.

"What happened to you?" Mark asked from his bed as I stumbled into
our room.

"Amos happened to me," I said. "He fucked me."

"Jeez, I'm sorry. I loaned you to Amos for a blow job. I had no idea
he'd want to fuck you."

"Don't be I loved it. Came twice with his cock in my ass."

Mark threw off his light cover, he was naked and aroused. I sat on
his cock and fucked myself silly for an hour.


Thanks to Mark's generosity I got fucked by every boy at school. It
took months and my ass was an easy piece of pussy at the end. Boys
with small cocks got more satisfaction in my mouth. Either way was
fine with me because I get my satisfaction just being a fag.