Hey ! I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter. I put considerably more time and effort into this one ( Most certainly length-wise ). Thanks.

If there was one matter Brigham Young Tyler didn’t like, it was having his shit stolen.

Young Josh was a star athlete on his school’s chase team. He had been mentally conditioned by his founder ( who was once an immature, better-looking athlete himself. ) to believe that he was truly better than everybody else. A strong ego is sound for a growing boy, after all. The 14 year old had been working out his unhurt life, and was thus a all right physical specimen. His Danton True Young coltish ramification were particularly muscular, but his cut biceps, his rip off abs, EVERYTHING about him was the epitome of adolescence without looking previous than he ought to. His haircloth was so blond it was pretty much T. H. White, and his brilliantly gloomy eyes caught second glances from young lady and guy wire alike. He and his snug friends had been members of the YBWL for several yr, Josh being a well-established and high place member of the club.

Josh and all of his Friend were walking plate from school one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old Tyler, walking in the Same focussing. The long path from schooling led all the way to the local park, where the townsfolk’s transit system was accessed by young tike every day after schoolhouse. Tyler was also on the school track team, but he was no superstar jock. His shorter demeanour put him at a serious disadvantage from the early boy, but his inwardness was certainly in it. He was of norm frame, despite his long efforts to score himself otherwise. There was a time where Tyler had actually admired Josh ( admired him A LOT, actually ), and it was no mysterious to him that he’d always been jealous of Josh. But the young blonde now pretty much despised the star athlete, thanks to his repeated and consecutive efforts to chagrin and bully him. He too was a member of the YBWL, but only recently- Josh hadn’t yet seen him at any of the merging and he hadn ‘ t yet fought his first match. Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

“ Hey, Tyler ! ”

The young boy turned around just in fourth dimension to receive a Sceloporus occidentalis kick to the breast. He tumbled down the hill to a more seclude sphere. Josh didn’t want any other passerbys to see what was about to chance. The Alfred Hawthorne was fag steep. He stood up and prepared for the upcoming battle, but he was of track no lucifer against five tidy athletes. He was surrounded and detained quickly so that Josh could do whatever he wanted to him. None of this was anything new. Tyler struggled as the boys firmly held his arms.

“ Let me recite you, Tyler ….. ” Josh smirked and acclaim on the undercoat. “ Taking your money never gets old. ”

That was the hold up matter Tyler remembered before everything went black. He woke up various minutes later, with his shirt yanked up to his neck and his pants pulled down to his ankle. His flaccid cock was poking out of his briefs and his notecase was missing, as well as his backpack.

This was the last straw. He decided that he had had enough. He began to design his revenge.

Two weeks later, Tyler overheard a conversation in the locker room. It seemed that Josh’s parents were going to be out of town for the upcoming weekend. Josh was a little young to be having parties, so it should be comfortable to catch him unattended.

And it was. That Saturday Tyler watched as Josh headed down his drive and down his street as he headed to the path meet on his bike. As soon as he was out of sight and the coast was elucidate, he slipped across the street and over the fence into his backyard. He knew that Josh left his bedroom window unlocked, he had overheard him bragging about sneaking out of his house a million times late at night through that window. He slipped inside and took a feeling around the family. Josh apparently had a moderately wealthy family. The firm wasn’t exactly huge, but it was furnished well and had three bedroom. He determined that he would most in all likelihood attack from Joshes room.

You see, I forgot to mention that penis of the YBWL were allowed to lead up a friction match at ANY meter. He simply needed a mental picture of his naked opponent covered in cum as proof of his victory. And he didn’t program on fighting fair, either. He had managed to prevail a nursing bottle of chloroform after stumbling across it one day in his papa lockbox, among former things that he either had no intent of using or didn’t understand.

He explored Joshes matter, searching for his own belongings. He began to get a short excited-he was going to finally be able to have retaliation on his bully foe, and a very attractive one at that ! A Jr extremity defeating a veteran would certainly humiliate Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the forepart door, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a line as he walked into his room, probably in a dependable mood from performing well. Tyler never got to compete at any of the school course meets, but Josh was always present. Josh walked into his room and grabbed some clean clothes out of his drawers, shutting them loudly as he quickly decided what he wanted to fag out. Tyler heard him shed his vesture and walk into the john across the hall. Soon running piss could be heard. He slid out from underneath the bed.

He debated chloroforming the he-man while he was in the cascade, but decided not to. That would just end too quickly-he wanted to take his prison term and study sight of icon. He decided that he would get the first of all mantrap after Josh had settled down for a moment. He noticed Josh’s discarded uniform on the floor and was instantly hard. The musky boy odor emanated strongly from the sweat-soaked clothing, and President Tyler suddenly found himself deeply inhaling the boy’s scent. He was surprised to find a jockstrap in the pile of clothing. He supposed it helped keep his boy parting where they needed to be, but still found it pretty strange. Even stranger to John Tyler was the idea and desire he suddenly felt. After breathing deeply from the crotch surface area, he slipped off his White River undershirt and dark blue dungaree. He then removed his tight white boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh’s suspensor. Josh really wasn’t too much larger than Tyler, and the strap was a properly fit. He felt incredibly steamy wearing it, though he wasn ‘ t for certain why. Tyler then put his clothes back on, throwing his own underclothing into Josh’s designated drawer. He stowed himself underneath the bed again and waited.

He soon heard Josh walk out of his bathroom and down the vestibule to the living room, where he plopped down on the couch and started watching TV. All John Tyler had to do now was sneak up behind him.

He crept out the door slowly, keeping the chloroform soaked rag tightly clutched in his right hand. He slowly made his way behind the couch where Josh was sitting, keeping his eyes on the back of his white forefront and readying himself for any sudden motion. He waited until Josh started laughing at the television curriculum he was watching, and then finally enacted his revenge. He quickly cradled Josh’s head in his bureau while shoving the rag over his mouth, pulling him over the couch and toppling it in the process. Tyler wrapped all of his branch around Josh as tight as he could as the Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy realized what was happening to him and struggled to exempt himself. His mightily body put up a swell competitiveness, thrashing his legs around and yelling into the thick rag. Perhaps he could sustain put up a more valorous endeavour if he hadn’t been surprised, but alas he eventually fully succumbed to the outcome of the chloroform and fell limp

Tyler stood up and slipped off Josh’s jersey, exposing his incredibly toned body as well as the white waistband of his briefs. He then struggled as he lifted Josh up over his berm and carried him to his room, throwing him down on the bed like a bag of potatoes. He snapped a few word picture on his cellphone telephone of his trophy and then went back to the bread and butter room to straighten out up the furniture. He then walked back into Josh’s elbow room, plopped himself on the bed next to him, and planted the foresightful most passionate osculation he had ever delivered in his young animation to the motionless teenager. He was beginning to feel really beaming that he’d gone through with this. After searching the room more thoroughly, he found his rucksack and pocketbook with everything entire. He made sure as shooting to locate his things by the door before returning to his knocked out enemy.

Tyler propped the beautiful boy up against the headway board and grabbed the chloroform-soaked rag, making certain to target it nearby. He straddled Josh’s waistline and struck him as hard as he could with the backrest of his handwriting, rudely awakening the sleeping early days. His gorgeous blue centre appeared behind uncooperative eyelids as he struggled to perceive his spot. Tyler slapped him again and cupped his Chin in his hand, staring trench into his eyes.

“ This is for everything you’ve ever done to me. ”

He reached behind himself and undo the grip on his jeans, while exploring his lip and running his script through his hair. He explored the front of his briefs and tweaked his pap as Josh weakly returned the candy kiss. John Tyler applied his rag to Josh’s face for a few instant, his hard cock growing as the boy swooned from the chloroform. He got up off Josh and took a few motion picture, then pulled his invertebrate foot so he was laid more comfortably across the bed. It took him a few present moment to pull Josh’s jeans down since the vernal boy wasn’t witting enough to lift his butt off the bed. He left the jeans where they were down at his articulatio genus and grasped his dick through his blue Hanes legal brief as he admired the boy that weakly resisted his exploration. The Jockey shorts were the same beautiful blue as the boy’s eyes, while the cincture and y-front were the same gabardine seen in the youth’s whisker. He took another picture, and then proceeded to knock out the boy out again.

But he was done being aristocratical about it. He stood up off the bed and slowly lifted the drugged boy to his metrical foot. Josh had to lay his drumhead on the cute blonde’s articulatio humeri as he slowly helped him away from the bed, his jean now pooled around his articulatio talocruralis. John Tyler wrapped his arm around the back of his head and delivered a DDT straight person to the carpeted floor, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the ground. John Tyler then grabbed his foot and stretched out the young lad on his stomach. He pulled the white waistband down below his amazing ass and explored every crevice of it. While Tyler had more of a “ bubble butt ”, Josh had just the most amazingly tone ass. His years of running had formed two of the most vex world of skin and muscle ever to be felt up by favourable Pres Young Tyler. And “ feel up ” he certainly did, running his hands over his incredible pitcher of boy flesh, occasionally slapping and tightly gripping his cheek He flipped the boy over, his hard rooster stretching obscenely against the fabric towards his belly button was the only thing holding his briefs up.

President Tyler removed his blue jean, leaving him in just an singlet and Josh’s jockstrap. This was way too hot to leave those jeans on. He adjusted his prick and kneeled back down to Josh. He ran his hired hand up and down Josh’s tightly stretched package, and just about everything else as well. He ran his hand across his chiseled torso as he massaged his highly visible cock up and down, up and down. He took a few characterisation on his headphone as he violated the rivet, making sure to include his own smiling aspect in a few pictorial matter. He turned him over and slapped his ass a few more time, making sure to cup his bare skin forcefully between smacks while grinding his cock into every control surface of Josh that was closest to it. Tyler had to actually force himself to stop playing with himself, or else he would boast his load and end his fun. He stroked the untested jock’s manhood while playing with his cloth-covered balls. He took in all of Josh’s sac with his mouth, licking the material with broad strokes of his tongue, encompassing all of his package that he could. Where the was light blueing was now a darkness wet smear covering Josh’s entire crotch area.

He pulled his briefs down to his ankles, revealing a surprisingly still 6 inch boy cock at full mast, shooting towards his naval. He was surprised at how smooth he kept his rubble, surely no boy at their age ought to be shaving what little they had, right ? Tyler himself had developed a nice bush that he personally was stop proud of. He grasped the smooth base of Josh’s cock and ran his script up to the tip several multiplication, running his former helping hand along his inner second joint. The young adonis slept soundly as no part of his muscular frame remained unexplored. Tyler slowly jerked the boy’s cock up and down whilst taking a few icon on his earphone once again.

John Tyler had never sucked another boy’s shaft before ( nor had he received such treatment ), and figured that this was as good of a time as any to gift it a shot. He parked himself directly in front of the 14 year-old’s splayed open legs, laying on his stomach with his Kuki-Chin resting on the boy’s tummy.

“ Cum to papa ! ”

John Tyler took it into his sass. Slowly at first, but gradually quickening his pace. He remembered lunch table discourse of other son telling horror stories of daughter that didn’t know how to give decent promontory ( Likely just typical teenage abandon boasting, considering their age ), and attempted to use the information he had heard, being especially mindful of his teeth. He fondled Josh’s nut sack as he stimulated his electronic organ to the serious of his ability, running his clapper along every surface that his inexperienced pharynx could take him to. He pumped Josh’s cock vigorously every so often, his glistening spit lubricating the rigid rod. After this continued for a while, it was sealed that he had to cum soon.

Suddenly President Tyler felt his head being clamped shut. “ mmmmphf ! ” was all that he could manage as Josh’s beautiful legs scissored his throat from both side of meat, turning the boy on his side of meat in the appendage. He grasped Tyler’s left arm and held it down as the cute young boy attempted to scat the handle with what limbs he had left, which were just his legs since he was laying on his allow for arm already. Tyler’s face was buried in Josh’s still rock-hard and throbbing cock, both of them knowing full well and Josh being especially thankful that biting was not allowed.

Whitney Young Tyler made futile crusade to get away from the inescapable trap that were Joshes thighs. Slowly he faded into ambition land, his thrashing becoming less and less emphatic and his opposition against Josh ‘ s now in use helping hand weakened. He offered a few final flapping squawk with his feet as Josh massaged the front of his jock. Finally, after what felt like forever to Josh, the cute 13 year-old passed out between his coltish legs. He held the hold on the motionless teenager for a little bit longer, just to make sure he was out moth-eaten, continually groping and feeling the bare ass of the low boy as he did so. Once he was positive that President Tyler was out inhuman, he released him from his scissor custody, removed his briefs from around his ankles, and splayed out his cute young body. He ran his medal along the male child stiff package, and that’s when he noticed his own musky boy smell emanating from the boy’s equipment, the comrade design and Jockey logo. This was his jockstrap.

“ You’re wearing MY jockstrap ? You seriously are the unknown kid I’ve ever met … ”

He hadn’t really considered it before, but this kid may own had a grave crush on him. Hell, it may even still be there. This kid had was volition to sneak into his house and attack him, that showed how much he obviously hated him. But to do that and put on the fop’s underwear ? There was something else going on here. He thought about the way he gazed at him with his big brownish eyes, the way their relationship was a short closelipped back before he had started developing. It was incredibly exciting to Josh that the boy he was groping right now had a major hard-on for him ( pun intended ). Josh would be lying if he said that he himself hadn’t had standardized thoughts ….I mean, the kid was pretty cunning ….

But his touch sensation of flattery and esteem quickly subsided into anger. He tossed his now manque aggressor over his shoulder and then onto his bed and explored his young body. He lifted his shirt up above his mamilla and kissed his secret champion while exploring his vapid stomach. The boy clearly put work into his workout routine, but his untested and small body left little room for improvement. After spending a generous amount of time playing with his software, he flipped the rock voiceless teenager onto his venter, revealing his cute white bubble coffin nail. Josh cupped his hand underneath President Tyler’s carrier bag as he ran his cock alongside the unconscious boy’s whirl, debating whether or not he ought to fuck poor Young Tyler.

Tyler began to stir. Josh finished removing his shirt and calmly resumed massaging his ass and balls as he slowly came to. He moaned softly and gripped his forehead as Josh helped him to his metrical unit, next to the bed. He then gave him the mightiest bear hug that he could muster, squeezing the life out of the Thomas Young boy. He lifted the boy up into the air as he squeezed him as tight as he could, their tumid dick pressing hard into one other as Tyler struggled to eject himself. Josh turned his trunk to and fro, holding John Tyler up off the terra firma, He pounded on Josh’s back in a ineffectual effort to get free, but to no avail. After what seemed like a very longsighted time, the young boy clad only in a jockstrap started to fall asleep in Josh’s arms. His school principal laid down over Josh’s articulatio humeri and his arms fell to his slope as Josh began to grind him slowly, now supporting Tyler entirely as he continued to crush him with his mighty bear hug. He nibbled on the unconscious mind boy’s and nuzzled his promontory, pressing his cock hard into the boy’s Edward Douglas White Jr. pouch, obscenely tented up and to the right.

He continued with this for a while until he finally tired of holding his rag doll, and threw him on the bed. His legs dangled over the edge of the bed as Josh cupped his cute gibbousness and massaged his chest. It was time to get this kid naked. He lifted the boy legs up above his berm and removed his own jockstrap from the teen. He breathed in the scent heavily, smelling his own musky odor amidst the boy’s fresh aroma. He tossed it to the side and played with his balls as he examined the five-inch turncock before him. Tyler had a small set of pubic bone nestled above his raging boner that matched his blonde whisker. Josh watched his thorax and dick slowly rise and fall as he slept soundly.

Josh laid Tyler so that his head laid on the pillow and got comfy next to him. He licked his decoration and played with the boy’s dick. He turned his head towards him so he could explore his mouth and genitals at the same time. He picked up Tyler’s hand as he tugged on his tool, watching it fall motionless as he molested the sleeping boy. He then wrapped the boy’s hired man around his cock, it jumped as it welcomed the touch. His grip on the sleeping boy cock slowed as he focused on pumping his own cock. He wrapped his arm around the boy’s shoulder as he scooted closemouthed to him, resting his right thigh beneath his two cheeks. He now focused on manipulating both of Tyler’s hands as he jerked his cock with one deal and fondled his balls with the other. He quickly felt himself approaching interjection as he gazed at the sleeping boy, and suddenly he had a modification of heart. He straightened the boy out and slapped him gently a few times as he tugged on his cock. As soon as he saw that the boy was barely conscious he took all of his appendage deep into his oral cavity, tantalizing every bit of boy dick with his knife as he rested his nose on Tyler’s pubes. John Tyler’s heart opened panoptic as his entire human race changed, his pulsing member throbbing with pure ecstasy as he received his first blowjob. He placed his mitt on Josh’s hair's-breadth as he continued his blast, repeatedly running his decoration up and down Tyler’s smoothen chest and cute tummy as he forced his pegleg further apart.

Tyler no longer cared about the lucifer. His notion for the boy that was assaulting him had suddenly resurfaced as his body pumped endorphins into his brain. He felt his brim moving :

“ Josh, listen. I’m … … ”

“ Shhhhhh ” whispered Josh, pressing his finger to John Tyler’s mouth and then sealing them closed with his own. Both boys rolled over as they furiously explored each former’s bodies in their spontaneous heat of rage. Tyler found himself wanting to experience every region of this boy that he just recently despised, both of them feeling as though they couldn’t possibly make a motion their hips any closer together yet struggling to anyway. Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lube as he placed his cock face with John Tyler’s and pumped them furiously. His moaning was cut short by Josh’s glossa as he felt himself leaving his body-truly he had never felt greater in his life. He ceased dominance of his eubstance and allowed Josh to bring him to Climax.

It goes without saying that Danton True Young Tyler erupted, his trunk practically seizing as he blasted seven massive loads of boy jizz all over Josh’s smooth rooster and balls. His body lifted up off the bed as he fired away, with Josh never ceasing his pumping of both of their cocks. Tyler was so physically spent that he nearly passed out for a legal brief moment, until Josh gently ran his paw along his boldness. He looked down at Josh’s putz and balls, soaked with his own boy jizz and leaking of pre-cum.

“ Now how about you polish off me ? ”

Tyler grasped his slippery putz, and then took it into his sassing and ran his palm all across his smooth balls. Josh fucked the boy’s mouth until he started sputtering and remembered his rawness. He slowly eased his dick in and out of the boy’s mouth as he felt his minute approaching, his low-spirited eyes sealing shut as he focused on the pleasure emanating from in between his thigh. President Tyler attempted to imitate what Josh had performed on him, running his handwriting up and down his amazing torso, grasping his amazing abs.

“ I’m about to cum. ”

President Tyler pulled Josh’s cock out of his oral cavity and jerked it with slow deliberate apparent movement, increasing his speeding slowly as all of the muscles in Josh’s body began to visibly contract and pulse, his breathing becoming incredibly loud as he turned his head back and forth. President Tyler watched closely as Josh added even more to the large pile of boy succus collected around his detritus, ejaculating semen all over his breast, stomach and John Tyler’s boldness as he released his equally telling encumbrance. He sighed heavily as his trunk senior high school came to an end far sooner than he thought it ought to.

And that’s when Tyler cocked his fist back and nailed Josh square in the jaw, knocking him out cold. He grabbed Josh’s puritanic brief and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid prick past the white waistband. He then grabbed his phone out of his denim pouch and snapped the final exam pictures that he needed. “ Defeating ” a highschool ranking wrestler like Josh for his first match ought to get him the friends he needed fast-friends that could protect him from Josh’s bullying at school.

Tyler pulled on the rest of his dress and took one death look at the cum-soaked boy. He really and truly wish Josh, but things were going to need to change first before anything else happened.

He helped himself to the unconscious boy’s wallet and then grabbed his clobber and walked out the threshold, feeling like a new man. His mom would be expecting him place for dinner soon. He was pretty for certain it was meatloaf night.