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If there was one thing young President Tyler didn't like, it was having his shit stolen.

Young Josh was a star jock on his school's racecourse team. He had been mentally conditioned by his father ( who was once an Thomas Young, handsome athlete himself. ) to believe that he was truly punter than everybody else. A warm ego is healthy for a growing boy, after all. The 14 yr old had been working out his altogether life, and was thus a ticket physical specimen. His young coltish legs were particularly powerful, but his cut biceps, his chiseled abs, EVERYTHING about him was the epitome of adolescence without looking quondam than he ought to. His hair was so blonde it was pretty much Edward Douglas White Jr., and his bright gamey eyes caught second glance from female child and hombre alike. He and his closest friends had been extremity of the YBWL for several age, Josh being a well-established and high rate penis of the club.

Josh and all of his friend were walking home from school one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old Tyler, walking in the same direction. The recollective course from school led all the way to the local anesthetic parking lot, where the town's transportation system was accessed by Cy Young children every day after shoal. Tyler was also on the shoal course team, but he was no adept athlete. His shorter deportment put him at a dangerous disadvantage from the other son, but his heart was certainly in it. He was of ordinary build, despite his retentive efforts to stimulate himself otherwise. There was a metre 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 blonde now pretty much despised the ace athlete, thanks to his repeated and successive try to abase and bully him. He too was a member of the YBWL, but only recently- Josh hadn't yet seen him at any of the get together and he hadn ‘ t yet fought his firstly mate. Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

"Hey, John Tyler !"

The Loretta Young boy turned around just in time to invite a swift bang to the chest. He tumbled down the hill to a more cloistered expanse. Josh didn't want any other passerbys to see what was about to happen. The hill was fairy steep. He stood up and prepared for the upcoming fight, but he was of course no mates 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. John Tyler struggled as the boys firmly held his arms.

"Let me tell you, Tyler….."Josh smirked and spat on the priming coat."Taking your money never gets old."

That was the hold out thing President Tyler remembered before everything went black. He woke up several second later, with his shirt yanked up to his cervix and his pants pulled down to his ankles. His flaccid cock was poking out of his legal brief and his billfold was missing, as well as his knapsack.

This was the last pale yellow. He decided that he had had enough. He began to plan his revenge.

Two weeks later, President Tyler overheard a conversation in the locker elbow 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 sluttish 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 track meet on his motorcycle. As soon as he was out of slew and the coast was crystallize, he slipped across the street and over the fencing into his backyard. He knew that Josh left his bedroom window unlocked, he had overheard him bragging about sneaking out of his sign of the zodiac a million clock time late at night through that window. He slipped inside and took a smell around the household. Josh apparently had a moderately wealthy family. The sign wasn't exactly huge, but it was furnished well and had three bedchamber. He determined that he would most likely attack from Joshes room.

You see, I forgot to name that members of the YBWL were allowed to initiate a match at ANY time. He simply needed a picture of his nude antagonist covered in cum as test copy of his victory. And he didn't architectural plan on fighting funfair, either. He had managed to incur a bottle of chloroform after stumbling across it one day in his dads lockbox, among former matter that he either had no intention of using or didn't understand.

He explored Joshes things, searching for his own belonging. He began to get a short excited-he was going to finally be able to have revenge on his greatest foe, and a very attractive one at that ! A junior member defeating a old stager would certainly humiliate Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the front door, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a melody as he walked into his way, probably in a honest temper from performing well. John Tyler never got to compete at any of the school racetrack meets, but Josh was always confront. Josh walked into his room and grabbed some unobjectionable clothes out of his draftsman, shutting them loudly as he quickly decided what he wanted to wear thin. President Tyler heard him shed his article of clothing and walk into the bathroom across the manse. Soon running H2O could be heard. He slid out from underneath the bed.

He debated chloroforming the stud while he was in the exhibitor, but decided not to. That would just end too quickly-he wanted to rent his metre and acquire flock of pictures. He decided that he would get the inaugural lulu after Josh had settled down for a second. He noticed Josh's discarded uniform on the story and was instantly backbreaking. The musky boy odor emanated strongly from the sweat-soaked clothing, and John Tyler suddenly found himself deeply inhaling the boy's scent. He was surprised to find a jock in the pile of clothing. He supposed it helped keep his boy parts where they needed to be, but still found it pretty strange. Even stranger to Tyler was the idea and desire he suddenly felt. After breathing deeply from the privates area, he slipped off his Caucasian undershirt and dark down dungaree. He then removed his tight white boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh's suspensor. Josh really wasn't too practically larger than Tyler, and the strap was a seemly fit. He felt incredibly horny wearing it, though he wasn ‘ t sure why. Tyler then put his clothes back on, throwing his own underwear 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 living elbow room, where he plopped down on the couch and started watching TV. All Tyler had to do now was sneak up behind him.

He crept out the room access slowly, keeping the chloroform soaked rag tightly clutched in his right hand. He slowly made his way behind the redact where Josh was sitting, keeping his eyes on the binding of his E. B. White heading and readying himself for any sudden movement. He waited until Josh started laughing at the boob tube program he was watching, and then finally enacted his revenge. He quickly cradled Josh's question in his chest while shoving the rag over his mouth, pulling him over the couch and toppling it in the process. Tyler wrapped all of his limbs around Josh as tight as he could as the young boy realized what was happening to him and struggled to free himself. His powerful dead body put up a great fight, thrashing his legs around and yelling into the thick rag. Perhaps he could have put up a more valiant elbow grease 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 tee shirt, exposing his incredibly toned organic structure as well as the white waistband of his briefs. 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 potatoes. He snapped a few pictures on his cell phone of his trophy and then went back to the living way to clean up up the furniture. He then walked back into Josh's room, plopped himself on the bed next to him, and planted the longest most passionate kiss he had ever delivered in his Thomas Young life to the motionless teen. He was beginning to palpate really glad that he'd gone through with this. After searching the room more thoroughly, he found his knapsack and wallet with everything integral. 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 chief board and grabbed the chloroform-soaked rag, making trusted to direct it nearby. He straddled Josh's waist and struck him as hard as he could with the back of his script, rudely awakening the sleeping youth. His gorgeous gamy eyes appeared behind uncooperative eyelids as he struggled to dig his spot. Tyler slapped him again and cupped his chin in his hand, staring abstruse into his eyes.

"This is for everything you've ever done to me."

He reached behind himself and loosen the hold on his dungaree, while exploring his mouth and running his hand through his hair. He explored the strawman of his briefs and tweaked his nipples as Josh weakly returned the kiss. John Tyler applied his rag to Josh's aspect for a few minute, his hard cock growing as the boy swooned from the chloroform. He got up off Josh and took a few photograph, then pulled his feet so he was laid more comfortably across the bed. It took him a few moments to pull Josh's jeans down since the youthful boy wasn't witting enough to pinch his butt off the bed. He left the denim where they were down at his genu and grasped his dick through his blue Hanes briefs as he admired the boy that weakly resisted his exploration. The briefs were the same beautiful blue as the boy's optic, while the waistband and y-front were the Saami white seen in the spring chicken's hair. He took another moving-picture show, and then proceeded to knock out the boy out again.

But he was done being blue-blooded about it. He stood up off the bed and slowly lifted the dose boy to his animal foot. Josh had to lay his promontory on the cute blonde's shoulder as he slowly helped him away from the bed, his jeans now pooled around his ankle joint. Tyler wrapped his arm around the spine of his foreland and delivered a DDT straight to the carpeted level, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the ground. Tyler then grabbed his metrical unit and stretched out the untried lad on his tum. He pulled the White waistband down below his baffle ass and explored every fissure of it. While Tyler had more of a"ripple butt ”, Josh had just the most amazingly modulate ass. His years of running had formed two of the most amazing globes of skin and muscular tissue ever to be felt up by lucky Lester Willis Young John Tyler. And"palpate up"he certainly did, running his hands over his incredible knoll of boy flesh, occasionally slapping and tightly gripping his cheek 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 dungaree, leaving him in just an undershirt and Josh's supporter. This was way too hot to bequeath those jeans on. He adjusted his tool 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 body as he massaged his highly seeable rooster up and down, up and down. He took a few pic on his earphone as he violated the stud, making sure to include his own smiling face in a few icon. He turned him over and slapped his ass a few more than times, making indisputable to cup his bare skin forcefully between hell dust while grinding his cock into every surface of Josh that was snug to it. Tyler had to actually force himself to stop acting with himself, or else he would bollocks up his load and end his fun. He stroked the young jock's manhood while playing with his cloth-covered orchis. He took in all of Josh's sac with his mouth, licking the textile with broad shot of his tongue, encompassing all of his package that he could. Where the was light blue was now a wickedness wet spotlight covering Josh's integral crotch area.

He pulled his Jockey shorts down to his ankles, revealing a surprisingly polish 6 inch boy cock at total mast, shooting towards his naval. He was surprised at how smooth he kept his junk, 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 cease proud of. He grasped the suave base of Josh's tool and ran his hand up to the tip several times, running his other hand along his inner second joint. The vernal genus Adonis slept soundly as no section of his brawny soma remained unexplored. Tyler slowly jerked the boy's cock up and down whilst taking a few mental picture on his speech sound once again.

Tyler had never sucked another boy's dick before ( nor had he received such treatment ), and figured that this was as good of a fourth dimension as any to pass on it a shot. He parked himself directly in front of the 14 year-old's splayed open legs, laying on his stomach with his chin resting on the boy's pot.

"Cum to papa !"

Tyler took it into his mouth. Slowly at get-go, but gradually quickening his pace. He remembered lunch table discussions of other boys telling horror stories of daughter that didn't live how to give seemly head ( Likely just distinctive teenage discharge jactitation, considering their age ), and attempted to use the information he had heard, being especially mindful of his dentition. He fondled Josh's nut sack as he stimulated his Hammond organ to the Best of his ability, running his glossa along every control surface that his inexperient throat could take him to. He pumped Josh's cock vigorously every so often, his glistening spit lubricating the stiff rod. After this continued for a piece, it was certain 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 leg scissored his throat from both sides, turning the boy on his side in the process. He grasped Tyler's left arm and held it down as the cute Loretta Young boy attempted to hightail it the cargo deck with what limbs he had left, which were just his legs since he was laying on his pull up stakes arm already. Tyler's face was buried in Josh's still rock-hard and throbbing cock, both of them knowing full moon well and Josh being especially grateful that biting was not allowed.

Whitney Moore Young Jr. John Tyler made vain movement to get away from the unavoidable trap that were Joshes thigh. Slowly he faded into dream land, his thrashing becoming less and less emphatic and his resistance against Josh ‘ s now fussy hands weakened. He offered a few net flutter kicks with his invertebrate foot as Josh massaged the front line of his jock. Finally, after what felt like forever to Josh, the cute 13 year-old passed out between his sportive legs. He held the cargo deck on the motionless teenager for a little bit longer, just to make sure he was out stale, continually groping and feeling the bare ass of the small-scale boy as he did so. Once he was positive that Tyler was out common cold, he released him from his scissor hold, removed his Jockey shorts from around his ankles, and splayed out his cute new body. He ran his palm along the son stiff package, and that's when he noticed his own musky boy smell emanating from the boy's equipment, the familiar aim and Jockey logo. This was his jockstrap.

"You're wearing MY athletic supporter ? You seriously are the unknown kid I've ever met…"

He hadn't really considered it before, but this kid may let had a serious crush on him. Hell, it may even still be there. This kid had was willing to sneak into his house 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 eye, the way their relationship was a little nigher 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 similar thoughts….I mean, the kid was pretty cute….

But his feelings of flattery and admiration quickly subsided into ira. He tossed his now would-be attacker 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 admirer while exploring his flat stomach. The boy clearly put work into his physical exertion procedure, but his young and small body left trivial elbow room for improvement. After spending a generous amount of time playing with his package, he flipped the rock intemperate stripling onto his tummy, revealing his cute white bubble butt. Josh cupped his paw underneath President Tyler's sack as he ran his cock alongside the unconscious mind boy's cranny, debating whether or not he ought to bang poor new Tyler.

President Tyler began to stir. 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 infantry, succeeding to the bed. He then gave him the mightiest bear hug that he could muster, squeezing the life out of the Lester Willis Young boy. He lifted the boy up into the air as he squeezed him as tight as he could, their erect pecker 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 futile drive to get disembarrass, but to no help. After what seemed like a very long meter, the young boy clad only in a jock started to descend asleep in Josh's arms. His head laid down over Josh's shoulder and his weapons system fell to his incline as Josh began to grate 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 pass, pressing his tool hard into the boy's white bulge, 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 wooden leg dangled over the border of the bed as Josh cupped his cute swelling and massaged his chest. It was time to get this kid naked. He lifted the boys legs up above his shoulder joint and removed his own jockstrap from the teenager. He breathed in the scent heavily, smelling his own musky odor amidst the boy's fresh scent. He tossed it to the position and played with his globe as he examined the five-inch peter before him. John Tyler had a small set of pubic region nestled above his raging foul-up that matched his blonde pilus. Josh watched his bureau and dick slowly rise and decline as he slept soundly.

Josh laid President Tyler so that his heading laid on the pillow and got comfortable side by side to him. He licked his decoration and played with the boy's putz. He turned his head towards him so he could explore his mouth and genitalia at the Lapp time. He picked up President Tyler's hand as he tugged on his prick, watching it decline motionless as he molested the sleeping boy. He then wrapped the boy's hand around his cock, it jumped as it welcomed the tactual sensation. His grip on the sleeping boys dick slowed as he focused on pumping his own putz. He wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder as he scooted finisher to him, resting his good thigh beneath his two brass. He now focused on manipulating both of Tyler's men as he jerked his cock with one hand and fondled his balls with the other. He quickly felt himself approaching ejaculation as he gazed at the sleeping boy, and suddenly he had a change of nub. He straightened the boy out and slapped him gently a few times as he tugged on his prick. As soon as he saw that the boy was barely conscious he took all of his member deep into his mouthpiece, tantalizing every bit of boy shaft with his spit as he rested his nose on Tyler's pubes. Tyler's eyes opened wide-eyed as his entire world changed, his pulsing member throbbing with pure ecstasy as he received his first blowjob. He placed his hand on Josh's pilus as he continued his attack, repeatedly running his palm up and down Tyler's politic chest and cute pot as he forced his leg further apart.

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

"Josh, listen. I'm……"

"Shhhhhh"whispered Josh, pressing his fingerbreadth to Tyler's lips and then sealing them closed with his own. Both son rolled over as they furiously explored each other's physical structure in their spontaneous heat of heat. Tyler found himself wanting to feel every part of this boy that he just recently despised, both of them feeling as though they couldn't possibly act their hips any cheeseparing together yet struggling to anyway. Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lube as he placed his hammer English with Tyler's and pumped them furiously. His moaning was cut short by Josh's knife as he felt himself leaving his body-truly he had never felt greater in his animation. He ceased control of his body and allowed Josh to bring him to Climax.

It goes without saying that untried Tyler erupted, his physical structure practically seizing as he blasted seven monumental loads of boy jizz all over Josh's legato dick and balls. His torso lifted up off the bed as he fired away, with Josh never ceasing his pumping of both of their hammer. John Tyler was so physically played out that he nearly passed out for a brief bit, until Josh gently ran his hand along his buttock. He looked down at Josh's cock and bollock, soaked with his own boy jizz and leaking of pre-cum.

"Now how about you finish me ?"

Tyler grasped his slippery cock, and then took it into his back talk and ran his medallion all across his smooth Lucille Ball. Josh fucked the boy's mouth until he started sputtering and remembered his rawness. He slowly eased his peter in and out of the boy's mouth as he felt his moment approaching, his down eyes sealing shut as he focused on the pleasure emanating from in between his thighs. John Tyler attempted to replicate what Josh had performed on him, running his hand up and down his amazing trunk, grasping his amazing abs.

"I'm about to cum."

John Tyler pulled Josh's dick out of his mouth and jerked it with slow down deliberate motions, increasing his speed slowly as all of the muscles in Josh's body began to visibly contract and pulse, his breathing becoming incredibly aloud as he turned his brain back and forth. John Tyler watched closely as Josh added even more to the heavy pile of boy juice collected around his junk, ejaculating seed all over his pectus, abdomen and Tyler's face as he released his equally impressive load. 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 fist back and nailed Josh square in the jaw, knocking him out cold. He grabbed Josh's blue angel briefs and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid cock past the white waistband. He then grabbed his phone out of his jeans pocket and snapped the final pictures that he needed."Defeating"a eminent ranking wrestler like Josh for his first mate 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 apparel and took one last look at the cum-soaked boy. He really and truly liked Josh, but things were going to need to modify first before anything else happened.

He helped himself to the unconscious boy's billfold and then grabbed his stuff and walked out the door, feeling like a new man. His mom would be expecting him family for dinner soon. He was pretty sure it was meatloaf dark .