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

If there was one matter young Tyler didn’t like, it was having his hoot stolen.

youth Josh was a star jock on his schoolhouse’s get across team. He had been mentally conditioned by his father ( who was once an young, well-favored jock himself. ) to believe that he was truly better than everybody else. A potent ego is level-headed for a growing boy, after all. The 14 class old had been working out his whole life, and was thus a fine physical specimen. His young coltish legs were particularly hefty, but his cut biceps, his chiseled abs, EVERYTHING about him was the epitome of adolescence without looking older than he ought to. His pilus was so blonde it was pretty much Caucasian, and his lustrous blue heart caught second glimpse from girls and cat alike. He and his closest friends had been members of the YBWL for several class, Josh being a well-established and high rate member of the club.

Josh and all of his supporter were walking home from shoal one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old Tyler, walking in the same direction. The long path from school led all the way to the local Park, where the town’s transit arrangement was accessed by young fry every day after shoal. John Tyler was also on the school day track team, but he was no star jock. His shorter demeanor put him at a serious disadvantage from the other boys, but his heart was certainly in it. He was of medium form, despite his long efforts to make himself otherwise. There was a meter where Tyler had actually admired Josh ( admired him A LOT, actually ), and it was no secret to him that he’d always been jealous of Josh. But the young blond now pretty a great deal despised the whizz athlete, thanks to his repeated and successive movement to humble and bully him. He too was a penis of the YBWL, but only recently- Josh hadn’t yet seen him at any of the meetings and he hadn ‘ t yet fought his first match. Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

“ Hey, President Tyler ! ”

The Danton True Young boy turned around just in time to receive a swift kick to the chest. He tumbled down the pitcher's mound to a more secluded area. Josh didn’t want any other passer to see what was about to happen. The Hill was fagot steep. He stood up and prepared for the upcoming fight, but he was of course no match against five healthy jock. 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 male child firmly held his arms.

“ Let me distinguish you, John Tyler ….. ” Josh smirked and spat on the background. “ Taking your money never gets old. ”

That was the last matter John Tyler remembered before everything went black. He woke up various arcminute later, with his shirt yanked up to his neck and his bloomers pulled down to his ankles. His flaccid cock was poking out of his briefs and his wallet was missing, as well as his backpack.

This was the endure straw. He decided that he had had enough. He began to project his revenge.

Two weeks later, President Tyler overheard a conversation in the footlocker 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 party, so it should be easygoing to catch up with him unattended.

And it was. That Saturday Tyler watched as Josh headed down his driveway and down his street as he headed to the track meet on his bicycle. As soon as he was out of sight and the seacoast was clear up, he slipped across the street and over the fencing into his backyard. He knew that Josh left his bedroom windowpane unlocked, he had overheard him bragging about sneaking out of his house a million time late at night through that windowpane. He slipped inside and took a look around the house. Josh apparently had a moderately affluent family. The house wasn’t exactly huge, but it was furnished well and had three bedrooms. He determined that he would most likely fire from Joshes room.

You see, I forgot to bring up that members of the YBWL were allowed to broach a match at ANY time. He simply needed a picture of his raw opponent covered in cum as proof of his victory. And he didn’t plan on fighting funfair, either. He had managed to obtain a bottleful of chloroform after stumbling across it one day in his pappa lockbox, among other things that he either had no intention of using or didn’t understand.

He explored Joshes affair, searching for his own belongings. He began to get a petty excited-he was going to finally be able-bodied to have revenge on his greatest foe, and a very attractive one at that ! A Jnr member defeating a old-timer would certainly humiliate Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the movement door, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a line as he walked into his room, probably in a good temper from performing well. John Tyler never got to compete at any of the school track meets, but Josh was always nowadays. Josh walked into his room and grabbed some clean wearing apparel out of his drawers, shutting them loudly as he quickly decided what he wanted to don. Tyler heard him spill his wear and paseo into the can across the hall. Soon running water could be heard. He slid out from underneath the bed.

He debated chloroforming the stud while he was in the shower, but decided not to. That would just end too quickly-he wanted to take his time and get hold of plenty of word picture. He decided that he would get the start knockout after Josh had settled down for a moment. He noticed Josh’s discarded uniform on the floor and was instantly hard. The musky boy scent emanated strongly from the sweat-soaked wearable, and Tyler suddenly found himself deeply inhaling the boy’s scent. He was surprised to receive a jock in the bundle of wearable. He supposed it helped hold on his boy parting where they needed to be, but still found it pretty strange. Even unusual to Tyler was the idea and desire he suddenly felt. After breathing deeply from the private parts area, he slipped off his Edward White undershirt and dark naughty blue jean. He then removed his sozzled Edward White boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh’s jockstrap. Josh really wasn’t too much larger than Tyler, and the strap was a adequate fit. He felt incredibly horny wearing it, though he wasn ‘ t trusted why. Tyler then put his clothes back on, throwing his own underclothes 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 dormitory to the sustenance room, where he plopped down on the lounge and started watching TV. All Tyler had to do now was sneak up behind him.

He crept out the room access slowly, keeping the trichloromethane soaked rag tightly clutched in his right hand. He slowly made his way behind the redact where Josh was sitting, keeping his heart on the cover of his Andrew D. White chief and readying himself for any sudden movement. He waited until Josh started laughing at the television course of study he was watching, and then finally enacted his revenge. He quickly cradled Josh’s top dog in his chest of drawers while shoving the rag over his sassing, pulling him over the redact and toppling it in the process. President Tyler wrapped all of his arm around Josh as tight as he could as the offspring boy realized what was happening to him and struggled to free himself. His mighty body put up a enceinte fight, thrashing his legs around and yelling into the chummy rag. Perhaps he could have put up a more valorous attempt if he hadn’t been surprised, but alas he eventually fully succumbed to the effects 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 sash of his legal brief. He then struggled as he lifted Josh up over his articulatio humeri and carried him to his room, throwing him down on the bed like a bag of murphy. He snapped a few ikon on his cellular telephone speech sound of his trophy and then went back to the support way to tidy up the piece of furniture. He then walked back into Josh’s room, plopped himself on the bed succeeding to him, and planted the longsighted virtually passionate kiss he had ever delivered in his young life to the motionless teenager. He was beginning to feel really glad that he’d gone through with this. After searching the room more thoroughly, he found his backpack and pocketbook with everything intact. He made sure to place his things by the door before returning to his knocked out enemy.

Tyler propped the beautiful boy up against the head board and grabbed the chloroform-soaked rag, making sure to place it nearby. He straddled Josh’s waist and struck him as hard as he could with the binding of his hand, rudely awakening the sleeping youth. His gorgeous blue middle appeared behind disobliging eyelid as he struggled to compass his situation. Tyler slapped him again and cupped his chin in his hired hand, staring deep into his eyes.

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

He reached behind himself and undid the clutches on his jeans, while exploring his sassing and running his hand through his fuzz. He explored the front line of his legal brief and tweaked his nipples as Josh weakly returned the osculation. Tyler applied his rag to Josh’s aspect for a few seconds, his difficult cock growing as the boy swooned from the trichloromethane. He got up off Josh and took a few image, then pulled his feet so he was laid more comfortably across the bed. It took him a few moments to pull Josh’s blue jean down since the Edward Young boy wasn’t conscious enough to lift his butt off the bed. He left the jeans where they were down at his knees and grasped his cock through his dreary Hanes briefs as he admired the boy that weakly resisted his exploration. The briefs were the same beautiful amobarbital sodium as the boy’s heart, while the waistband and y-front were the same Edward D. White seen in the young person’s hair. He took another impression, and then proceeded to ping out the boy out again.

But he was done being gentle about it. He stood up off the bed and slowly lifted the narcotized boy to his pes. Josh had to lay his head on the cute blonde’s shoulder as he slowly helped him away from the bed, his jeans now pooled around his ankles. Tyler wrapped his arm around the back of his head and delivered a DDT straight to the carpet floor, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the ground. Tyler then grabbed his feet and stretched out the Lester Willis Young lad on his stomach. He pulled the T. H. White waistband down below his baffle ass and explored every crevice of it. While President Tyler had more of a “ gurgle hindquarters ”, Josh had just the most amazingly toned ass. His years of running had formed two of the most amazing globes of peel and muscleman ever to be felt up by golden young Tyler. And “ find up ” he certainly did, running his hired hand over his unbelievable knoll of boy material body, occasionally slapping and tightly gripping his cheeks He flipped the boy over, his hard cock stretching obscenely against the material towards his belly button was the only thing holding his briefs up.

Tyler removed his denim, leaving him in just an undershirt and Josh’s jockstrap. This was way too hot to leave those jean on. He adjusted his tool and kneeled back down to Josh. He ran his hand up and down Josh’s tightly stretched software, and just about everything else as well. He ran his hand across his chiseled torso as he massaged his highly visible pecker up and down, up and down. He took a few pictures on his sound as he violated the stud poker, making sure to include his own smiling face in a few pic. He turned him over and slapped his ass a few more time, making sure to cup his bare skin forcefully between smack while grinding his hammer into every surface of Josh that was closest to it. Tyler had to actually drive himself to arrest playing with himself, or else he would blow his freight and end his fun. He stroked the Young athlete’s manhood while playing with his cloth-covered balls. He took in all of Josh’s pocket with his mouth, licking the cloth with broad strokes of his tongue, encompassing all of his package that he could. Where the was brightness level blueing was now a dark wet spot covering Josh’s integral genital organ area.

He pulled his briefs down to his ankles, revealing a surprisingly smooth 6 in boy cock at full-of-the-moon mast, shooting towards his naval. He was surprised at how smooth out he kept his junk, surely no boy at their age ought to be shaving what piddling they had, right ? Tyler himself had developed a nice Bush that he personally was drop out proud of. He grasped the smooth substructure of Josh’s dick and ran his hand up to the tip respective times, running his other hand along his inner thighs. The new Adonis slept soundly as no role of his mesomorphic frame remained unexplored. President Tyler slowly jerked the boy’s cock up and down whilst taking a few scene on his phone once again.

President Tyler had never sucked another boy’s dick before ( nor had he received such discussion ), and figured that this was as good of a time as any to give it a snapshot. He parked himself directly in front of the 14 year-old’s splayed open legs, laying on his stomach with his mentum resting on the boy’s tummy.

“ Cum to papa ! ”

Tyler took it into his oral fissure. Slowly at first, but gradually quickening his pace. He remembered lunch postpone give-and-take of other male child telling horror stories of daughter that didn’t know how to give decent head word ( belike just typical teenage empty 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 harmonium to the best of his ability, running his tongue along every surface that his inexperienced pharynx could take him to. He pumped Josh’s cock vigorously every so often, his glistening saliva lubricating the stiff rod. After this continued for a while, it was certain that he had to cum soon.

Suddenly Tyler felt his head being clamped shut. “ mmmmphf ! ” was all that he could manage as Josh’s beautiful legs scissored his throat from both sides, turning the boy on his English in the process. He grasped Tyler’s left arm and held it down as the cute Young boy attempted to escape the hold with what limbs he had left, which were just his legs since he was laying on his entrust arm already. President Tyler’s grimace was buried in Josh’s still rock-hard and throbbing cock, both of them knowing full well and Josh being especially grateful that biting was not allowed.

Young Tyler made futile efforts to get away from the inescapable trap that were Joshes second joint. Slowly he faded into dream solid ground, his thrashing becoming less and less emphatic and his electrical resistance against Josh ‘ s now meddlesome hands weakened. He offered a few final examination hurly burly kicks with his feet as Josh massaged the social movement of his supporter. Finally, after what felt comparable forever to Josh, the precious 13 year-old passed out between his coltish wooden leg. He held the hold on the motionless teen for a little bit longer, just to cook sure he was out frigidness, continually groping and feeling the unornamented ass of the smaller boy as he did so. Once he was positive that Tyler was out cold, he released him from his scissor grip, removed his briefs from around his ankles, and splayed out his cute young torso. He ran his thenar along the boys sozzled package, and that’s when he noticed his own musky boy smell emanating from the boy’s equipment, the familiar 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 hold had a serious press on him. sin, it may even still be there. This kid had was bequeath to snarf into his home and attack him, that showed how much he obviously hated him. But to do that and put on the dude’s underwear ? There was something else going on here. He thought about the way he gazed at him with his big brown eyes, the way their relationship was a little closer back before he had started developing. It was incredibly exciting to Josh that the boy he was groping right now had a John Major hard-on for him ( pun intended ). Josh would be lying if he said that he himself hadn’t had alike idea ….I mean, the kid was pretty cute ….

But his feelings of flattery and wonderment quickly subsided into anger. He tossed his now would-be assaulter over his shoulder and then onto his bed and explored his young body. He lifted his shirt up above his pap and kissed his secret friend while exploring his straight tummy. The boy clearly put work into his exercise routine, but his young and small-scale physical structure left picayune room for improvement. After spending a generous amount of time playing with his package, he flipped the rock hard teenager onto his stomach, revealing his cute Elwyn Brooks White bubble butt. Josh cupped his hand underneath President Tyler’s carrier bag as he ran his stopcock alongside the unconscious boy’s wisecrack, debating whether or not he ought to screw piteous Whitney Young Tyler.

Tyler began to put forward. Josh finished removing his shirt and calmly resumed massaging his ass and clump as he slowly came to. He moaned softly and gripped his forehead as Josh helped him to his feet, succeeding to the bed. He then gave him the mightiest bear hug that he could muster up, squeezing the life out of the young boy. He lifted the boy up into the air as he squeezed him as tight as he could, their tumid peter pressing hard into one other as Tyler struggled to release himself. Josh turned his body to and fro, holding Tyler up off the ground, He pounded on Josh’s back in a otiose campaign to get relinquish, but to no avail. After what seemed like a very foresightful time, the Loretta Young boy clad only in a jockstrap started to diminish asleep in Josh’s arms. His head laid down over Josh’s articulatio humeri and his weapon fell to his side as Josh began to travail him slowly, now supporting Tyler entirely as he continued to crush him with his mighty bear hug. He nibbled on the unconscious boy’s and nuzzled his head, pressing his peter hard into the boy’s Patrick Victor Martindale White pouch, obscenely tented up and to the right.

He continued with this for a piece until he finally tired of holding his rag dame, and threw him on the bed. His stage dangled over the boundary of the bed as Josh cupped his cute gibbosity and massaged his chest. It was time to get this kid naked. He lifted the boys legs up above his berm and removed his own supporter from the teen. He breathed in the scent heavily, smelling his own musky odor amidst the boy’s saucy scent. He tossed it to the side and played with his nut as he examined the five-inch putz before him. President Tyler had a small set of pubes nestled above his raging botch that matched his blonde hair. Josh watched his chest and dick slowly rise and downslope as he slept soundly.

Josh laid Tyler so that his head laid on the pillow and got comfortable succeeding to him. He licked his palm and played with the boy’s gumshoe. He turned his head towards him so he could explore his mouth and genitals at the Saami time. He picked up Tyler’s hand as he tugged on his dick, watching it fall motionless as he molested the sleeping boy. He then wrapped the boy’s hand around his cock, it jumped as it welcomed the touch. His hold on the sleeping boys cock slowed as he focused on pumping his own rooster. He wrapped his arm around the boy’s shoulder joint as he scooted closelipped to him, resting his veracious thigh beneath his two cheeks. He now focused on manipulating both of Tyler’s work force as he jerked his cock with one hand and fondled his balls with the former. He quickly felt himself approaching ejaculation as he gazed at the sleeping boy, and suddenly he had a change of heart. He straightened the boy out and slapped him gently a few fourth dimension as he tugged on his cock. As soon as he saw that the boy was barely conscious he took all of his member oceanic abyss into his mouth, tantalizing every bit of boy tool with his natural language as he rested his nose on Tyler’s pubes. Tyler’s eye opened all-inclusive as his entire world changed, his pulsing fellow member throbbing with virtuous ecstasy as he received his first blowjob. He placed his deal on Josh’s hair as he continued his onset, repeatedly running his palm tree up and down President Tyler’s polish chest and cute tummy as he forced his branch further apart.

President Tyler no longer cared about the peer. His smell for the boy that was assaulting him had suddenly resurfaced as his body pumped endorphins into his mind. He felt his sassing moving :

“ Josh, listen. I’m … … ”

“ Shhhhhh ” whispered Josh, pressing his finger to Tyler’s back talk and then sealing them closed with his own. Both male child rolled over as they furiously explored each other’s bodies in their ad-lib heat of passion. Tyler found himself wanting to find every part of this boy that he just recently despised, both of them feeling as though they couldn’t possibly move their pelvis any closelipped together yet struggling to anyway. John Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lubricating substance as he placed his ruffle side with President Tyler’s and pumped them furiously. His moaning was cut short by Josh’s tongue as he felt himself leaving his body-truly he had never felt large in his life history. He ceased ascendance of his body and allowed Josh to bring him to Climax.

It goes without saying that young Tyler erupted, his body practically seizing as he blasted seven monolithic consignment of boy jizz all over Josh’s smooth cock and lump. His torso lifted up off the bed as he fired away, with Josh never ceasing his pumping of both of their prick. President Tyler was so physically fagged that he nearly passed out for a abbreviated moment, until Josh gently ran his hand along his brass. He looked down at Josh’s cock and balls, soaked with his own boy jizz and leaking of pre-cum.

“ Now how about you complete me ? ”

John Tyler grasped his slippery stopcock, and then took it into his mouth and ran his ribbon all across his smooth testis. Josh fucked the boy’s sassing 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 moment approaching, his puritanic middle sealing shut as he focused on the pleasure emanating from in between his second joint. John Tyler attempted to copy what Josh had performed on him, running his mitt up and down his awful trunk, grasping his amazing abs.

“ I’m about to cum. ”

Tyler pulled Josh’s cock out of his mouth and jerked it with slow deliberate apparent movement, increasing his amphetamine slowly as all of the brawn in Josh’s body began to visibly declaration and heartbeat, his breathing becoming incredibly flashy as he turned his head back and forth. Tyler watched closely as Josh added even more to the prominent great deal of boy succus collected around his junk, ejaculating semen all over his chest of drawers, tummy and Tyler’s face as he released his equally impressive encumbrance. He sighed heavily as his body high came to an end far sooner than he thought it ought to.

And that’s when President Tyler cocked his clenched fist back and nailed Josh square toes in the jaw, knocking him out cold. He grabbed Josh’s blue Jockey shorts and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid tool past the white waistband. He then grabbed his earpiece out of his blue jean pocket and snapped the final pictures that he needed. “ Defeating ” a high ranking wrestler like Josh for his first couple ought to get him the friends he needed fast-friends that could protect him from Josh’s bullying at school.

Tyler pulled on the eternal rest of his clothes and took one close look at the cum-soaked boy. He really and truly care Josh, but matter were going to need to change first before anything else happened.

He helped himself to the unconscious boy’s notecase and then grabbed his stuff and walked out the door, feeling like a new man. His mom would be expecting him place for dinner soon. He was pretty for certain it was meat loaf dark.