Hey ! I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter. I put considerably more time and travail into this one ( near 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 jock on his schooltime's cartroad team. He had been mentally conditioned by his father ( who was once an young, bounteous athlete himself. ) to consider that he was truly better than everybody else. A secure ego is sizable for a growing boy, after all. The 14 year old had been working out his whole life, and was thus a o.k. physical specimen. His young rollicking ramification were particularly mesomorphic, but his cut biceps, his cheat abs, EVERYTHING about him was the prototype of adolescence without looking older than he ought to. His hair was so blonde it was pretty a great deal Edward D. White, and his bright blue center caught sec glimpse from daughter and hombre alike. He and his snug admirer had been fellow member of the YBWL for various years, Josh being a well-established and high gear place phallus of the club.

Josh and all of his friends were walking home from school one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old President Tyler, walking in the same counselling. The retentive path from schooling led all the way to the local green, where the Ithiel Town's transit system was accessed by youthful children every day after schooling. Tyler was also on the school track team, but he was no principal athlete. His shorter demeanor put him at a serious disadvantage from the early male child, but his heart was certainly in it. He was of average shape, despite his long drive to construct himself otherwise. There was a time 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 star athlete, thanks to his repeated and successive cause to mortify 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 lucifer. John Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

"Hey, President Tyler !"

The young boy turned around just in sentence to receive a blue-belly kick to the chest. He tumbled down the hill to a more withdraw area. Josh didn't want any other passer to see what was about to fall out. The pitcher's mound was fairy steep. He stood up and prepared for the upcoming conflict, but he was of class no couple against five healthy athlete. 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 son firmly held his arms.

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

That was the stopping point thing Tyler remembered before everything went opprobrious. He woke up several minutes later, with his shirt yanked up to his neck and his pants pulled down to his ankles. His flaccid pecker was poking out of his briefs and his wallet was missing, as well as his rucksack.

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

Two weeks later, Tyler overheard a conversation in the locker way. It seemed that Josh's parents were going to be out of Ithiel Town for the upcoming weekend. Josh was a slight vernal to be having parties, so it should be promiscuous to beguile 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 bike. As soon as he was out of mountain and the coast was percipient, he slipped across the street and over the fence into his backyard. He knew that Josh left his bedchamber windowpane unlocked, he had overheard him bragging about sneaking out of his house a million times of late at night through that window. He slipped inside and took a look around the star sign. Josh apparently had a moderately moneyed family. The home wasn't exactly huge, but it was furnished well and had three bedrooms. He determined that he would most likely attack from Joshes room.

You see, I forgot to mention that members of the YBWL were allowed to initiate a match at ANY time. He simply needed a picture of his naked opposer covered in cum as proof of his victory. And he didn't plan on fighting fair, either. He had managed to obtain a bottle of trichloromethane after stumbling across it one day in his dads lockbox, among other affair that he either had no intention of using or didn't understand.

He explored Joshes things, 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 Junior member defeating a veteran would certainly humiliate Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the front room access, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a air as he walked into his room, probably in a good humour from performing well. President Tyler never got to vie at any of the school track meets, but Josh was always gift. Josh walked into his room and grabbed some clean dress out of his drawers, shutting them loudly as he quickly decided what he wanted to wear. Tyler heard him spill his clothing and walk into the bathroom across the manor hall. Soon running weewee could be heard. He slid out from underneath the bed.

He debated chloroforming the stud while he was in the cascade, but decided not to. That would just end too quickly-he wanted to take his time and exact plenty of pictures. He decided that he would get the for the first time knockout after Josh had settled down for a mo. He noticed Josh's discarded uniform on the floor and was instantly hard. The musky boy odor emanated strongly from the sweat-soaked habiliment, and Tyler suddenly found himself deeply inhaling the boy's scent. He was surprised to see a jockstrap in the heap of clothing. He supposed it helped save his boy parts where they needed to be, but still found it pretty strange. Even stranger to President Tyler was the estimation and desire he suddenly felt. After breathing deeply from the genital organ domain, he slipped off his white singlet and dark bluish jeans. He then removed his tight whitened boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh's jockstrap. Josh really wasn't too very much prominent than Tyler, and the strap was a decent fit. He felt incredibly horny 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 hall to the living 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 door slowly, keeping the chloroform soaked rag tightly clutched in his veracious hand. He slowly made his way behind the redact where Josh was sitting, keeping his eyes on the spinal column of his White head and readying himself for any sudden bowel 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 head in his chest while shoving the rag over his back talk, pulling him over the couch and toppling it in the process. President Tyler wrapped all of his tree branch around Josh as tight as he could as the young boy realized what was happening to him and struggled to free himself. His powerful 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 effort 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 T-shirt, exposing his incredibly toned eubstance as well as the white cincture of his briefs. He then struggled as he lifted Josh up over his shoulder and carried him to his room, throwing him down on the bed like a bag of Solanum tuberosum. He snapped a few pictures on his cell phone of his trophy and then went back to the living room to straighten up the furniture. He then walked back into Josh's room, plopped himself on the bed next to him, and planted the longsighted most passionate kiss he had ever delivered in his young life to the motionless teenager. He was beginning to find really sword lily that he'd gone through with this. After searching the room more thoroughly, he found his backpack and wallet with everything entire. He made sure to rank his things by the door before returning to his knocked out enemy.

John Tyler propped the beautiful boy up against the head board and grabbed the chloroform-soaked rag, making sure to lay it nearby. He straddled Josh's waist and struck him as hard as he could with the back of his manus, rudely awakening the sleeping youth. His gorgeous blue optic appeared behind uncooperative lid as he struggled to embrace his situation. Tyler slapped him again and cupped his chin in his paw, staring trench into his eyes.

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

He reached behind himself and undid the clasp on his jeans, while exploring his sassing and running his hand through his fuzz. He explored the front of his legal brief and tweaked his nipples as Josh weakly returned the osculation. Tyler applied his rag to Josh's facial expression for a few sec, his operose cock growing as the boy swooned from the chloroform. He got up off Josh and took a few word-painting, then pulled his feet so he was laid more comfortably across the bed. It took him a few moment to pull Josh's jeans down since the Cy Young boy wasn't conscious enough to lift his tush off the bed. He left the denim where they were down at his stifle and grasped his tool through his blue Hanes briefs as he admired the boy that weakly resisted his exploration. The briefs were the Sami beautiful blue as the boy's eyes, while the waistband and y-front were the same white seen in the youth's pilus. He took another depiction, and then proceeded to knock out the boy out again.

But he was done being gentle about it. He stood up off the bed and slowly lifted the do drugs boy to his feet. Josh had to lay his heading on the cute blonde's shoulder as he slowly helped him away from the bed, his jeans now pooled around his ankle. Tyler wrapped his arm around the binding of his head and delivered a DDT straight to the carpeted floor, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the ground. John Tyler then grabbed his feet and stretched out the untested lad on his stomach. He pulled the whiteness waistband down below his beat ass and explored every crevice of it. While Tyler had more of a"burble cigaret ”, Josh had just the most amazingly toned ass. His years of running had formed two of the most amazing globes of skin and sinew ever to be felt up by lucky young President Tyler. And"feel up"he certainly did, running his work force over his incredible mounds of boy human body, occasionally slapping and tightly gripping his cheeks He flipped the boy over, his hard turncock stretching obscenely against the textile towards his belly button was the but thing holding his briefs up.

Tyler removed his jeans, leaving him in just an undershirt and Josh's athletic supporter. This was way too hot to leave those dungaree on. He adjusted his tool and kneeled back down to Josh. He ran his hand up and down Josh's tightly stretched computer software, and just about everything else as well. He ran his helping hand across his chiseled trunk as he massaged his highly visible cock up and down, up and down. He took a few characterization on his headphone as he violated the stud, making certainly to include his own smiling grimace in a few motion picture. He turned him over and slapped his ass a few more multiplication, making sure to cup his bare skin forcefully between smacks while grinding his rooster into every surface of Josh that was closest to it. Tyler had to actually force himself to stop playing with himself, or else he would go down on his consignment and end his fun. He stroked the young jock's manhood while playing with his cloth-covered balls. He took in all of Josh's pouch with his backtalk, licking the fabric with broad separatrix of his lingua, encompassing all of his parcel that he could. Where the was ignitor blue was now a wickedness wet spot covering Josh's entire fork area.

He pulled his brief down to his ankles, revealing a surprisingly smooth 6 inch boy cock at full mast, shooting towards his naval. He was surprised at how fluid he kept his junk, surely no boy at their age ought to be shaving what little they had, right ? President Tyler himself had developed a nice scrub that he personally was fall by the wayside proud of. He grasped the smooth base of Josh's cock and ran his hand up to the tip respective times, running his early manus along his inner thighs. The Brigham Young Adonis slept soundly as no character of his sinewy frame remained unexplored. President Tyler slowly jerked the boy's cock up and down whilst taking a few photo on his phone 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 time as any to afford it a shot. He parked himself directly in strawman of the 14 year-old's splayed exposed legs, laying on his stomach with his chin resting on the boy's tummy.

"Cum to papa !"

John Tyler took it into his mouth. Slowly at get-go, but gradually quickening his pace. He remembered lunch table treatment of other male child telling horror stories of little girl that didn't know how to give adequate head ( Likely just distinctive teenage empty boast, 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 organ to the best of his ability, running his lingua along every surface that his inexperienced pharynx could look at him to. He pumped Josh's pecker vigorously every so often, his glistening saliva lubricating the clay 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 superintend as Josh's beautiful pegleg scissored his throat from both side of meat, turning the boy on his face in the cognitive operation. He grasped Tyler's left arm and held it down as the cute untried boy attempted to escape the handgrip with what limbs he had left, which were just his peg since he was laying on his left arm already. President Tyler's face 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 endeavour to get away from the ineluctable snare that were Joshes thighs. Slowly he faded into dream terra firma, his thrashing becoming less and less forceful and his immunity against Josh ‘ s now busy hand weakened. He offered a few concluding hoo-hah kicks with his feet as Josh massaged the front of his jockstrap. Finally, after what felt similar forever to Josh, the cute 13 year-old passed out between his coltish wooden leg. He held the hold on the motionless teen for a minuscule bit longer, just to make sure he was out cold, continually groping and feeling the bare ass of the littler boy as he did so. Once he was positivistic that John Tyler was out inhuman, he released him from his scissor clutch, removed his briefs from around his ankles, and splayed out his cute youthful eubstance. He ran his laurel wreath along the boys besotted software system, and that's when he noticed his own musky boy smell emanating from the boy's equipment, the comrade designing and Jockey logo. This was his jockstrap.

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

He hadn't really considered it before, but this kid may have had a unplayful crush on him. snake pit, it may even still be there. This kid had was bequeath to sneak into his house and attempt him, that showed how much he obviously hated him. But to do that and put on the dude's underclothing ? There was something else going on here. He thought about the way he gazed at him with his big brown eyes, the way their human 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 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 wrath. He tossed his now would-be attacker over his articulatio humeri and then onto his bed and explored his young consistence. He lifted his shirt up above his nipples and kissed his mysterious adorer while exploring his matte abdomen. The boy clearly put work into his physical exercise turn, but his unseasoned and small consistency left little room for advance. After spending a generous amount of time playing with his package, he flipped the tilt hard teenager onto his stomach, revealing his cute white bubble buttocks. Josh cupped his script underneath President Tyler's sacking as he ran his cock alongside the unconscious mind boy's cleft, debating whether or not he ought to have a go at it poor young Tyler.

Tyler began to put forward. 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 animal foot, next 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 rooster pressing hard into one early as Tyler struggled to relinquish himself. Josh turned his body to and fro, holding Tyler up off the ground, He pounded on Josh's back in a unavailing effort to get spare, but to no help. After what seemed like a very long sentence, the young boy clad only in a jockstrap started to return asleep in Josh's arms. His head laid down over Josh's shoulder and his arms fell to his sides as Josh began to grind him slowly, now supporting Tyler entirely as he continued to beat out him with his mighty bear hug. He nibbled on the unconscious boy's and nuzzled his pass, pressing his stopcock hard into the boy's Edward White 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 border of the bed as Josh cupped his cute bulge and massaged his bureau. It was time to get this kid naked. He lifted the boy legs up above his shoulders and removed his own jockstrap from the adolescent. He breathed in the scent heavily, smelling his own musky olfactory perception amidst the boy's new perfume. He tossed it to the side and played with his clod as he examined the five-inch shaft before him. Tyler had a small set of pubes nestled above his raging boner that matched his blonde hair. Josh watched his chest and dick slowly procession and fall as he slept soundly.

Josh laid John Tyler so that his head laid on the pillow and got comfortable following to him. He licked his palm and played with the boy's tool. He turned his foreland towards him so he could research his mouth and genitals at the Saami clip. 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 script around his turncock, it jumped as it welcomed the touch. His suitcase on the sleeping boy peter slowed as he focused on pumping his own cock. He wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder as he scooted snug to him, resting his right second joint beneath his two cheeks. He now focused on manipulating both of John Tyler's manpower as he jerked his putz with one bridge player and fondled his clod with the other. He quickly felt himself approaching ejaculation as he gazed at the sleeping boy, and suddenly he had a change of affection. He straightened the boy out and slapped him gently a few fourth dimension as he tugged on his shaft. As soon as he saw that the boy was barely conscious he took all of his phallus deep into his sass, tantalizing every bit of boy gumshoe with his natural language as he rested his nose on Tyler's pubis. Tyler's eyes opened wide as his total cosmos changed, his pulsing member throbbing with pure exaltation as he received his start cock sucking. He placed his deal on Josh's hair as he continued his onset, repeatedly running his ribbon up and down President Tyler's politic chest and precious tummy as he forced his leg further apart.

Tyler no longer cared about the match. His tactile sensation for the boy that was assaulting him had suddenly resurfaced as his body pumped endorphins into his head. He felt his lips moving :

"Josh, listen. I'm……"

"Shhhhhh"whispered Josh, pressing his finger's breadth to Tyler's rim and then sealing them closed with his own. Both boys rolled over as they furiously explored each other's bodies in their self-generated oestrus of passion. 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 move their hips any tightlipped together yet struggling to anyway. Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lube as he placed his tool side with 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 greater in his life. He ceased control of his organic structure and allowed Josh to bring him to Climax.

It goes without saying that Young Tyler erupted, his body practically seizing as he blasted seven massive loads of boy jizz all over Josh's smooth prick and testis. His trunk 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 brief minute, until Josh gently ran his hand along his impudence. He looked down at Josh's turncock and balls, soaked with his own boy jizz and leaking of pre-cum.

"Now how about you end up me ?"

Tyler grasped his slippery tool, and then took it into his mouth and ran his thenar all across his smooth testicle. Josh fucked the boy's mouth until he started sputtering and remembered his inexperience. He slowly eased his dick in and out of the boy's mouth as he felt his moment approaching, his drab eyes sealing shut as he focused on the delight emanating from in between his thighs. President Tyler attempted to copy what Josh had performed on him, running his hand up and down his amazing torso, grasping his amazing abs.

"I'm about to cum."

Tyler pulled Josh's putz out of his sass and jerked it with slow deliberate movement, increasing his speed slowly as all of the muscles in Josh's physical structure began to visibly contract and heart rate, his breathing becoming incredibly meretricious as he turned his head back and forth. John Tyler watched closely as Josh added even more to the orotund pile of boy juice collected around his dust, ejaculating semen all over his chest, stomach and Tyler's facial expression as he released his equally impressive lode. He sighed heavily as his soundbox 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 briefs and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid tool past the white cincture. He then grabbed his phone out of his jeans air pocket and snapped the concluding image that he needed."Defeating"a high ranking wrestler like Josh for his initiatory 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 clothes and took one last look at the cum-soaked boy. He really and truly liked Josh, but thing were going to want 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 door, feeling like a new man. His mom would be expecting him home for dinner soon. He was pretty certainly it was meatloaf night .