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

Young Josh was a headliner jock on his shoal's track team. He had been mentally conditioned by his father ( who was once an young, handsome jock himself. ) to believe that he was truly skilful than everybody else. A solid ego is healthy for a growing boy, after all. The 14 year old had been working out his completely lifetime, and was thus a fine physical specimen. His Cy Young frolicky stage were particularly powerful, but his cut biceps, his chiseled abs, EVERYTHING about him was the epitome of adolescence without looking older than he ought to. His hair's-breadth was so blonde it was pretty much egg white, and his bright low eyes caught secondment glances from fille and guys alike. He and his closest friends had been members of the YBWL for several years, Josh being a well-established and high up ranking phallus of the club.

Josh and all of his friends were walking nursing home from school one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old Tyler, walking in the same direction. The foresighted path from school day led all the way to the local parking area, where the town's passage system was accessed by youth tiddler every day after school. Tyler was also on the school day lead team, but he was no star athlete. His shorter demeanor put him at a serious disadvantage from the former boy, but his heart was certainly in it. He was of ordinary build, despite his long exertion to shit himself otherwise. There was a time where John 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 mavin athlete, thanks to his repeated and successive try 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 meetings and he hadn ‘ t yet fought his first off mates. President Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

"Hey, Tyler !"

The vernal boy turned around just in time to receive a Swift kick to the chest. He tumbled down the Hill to a more reclusive area. Josh didn't want any other passerbys to see what was about to bump. The Alfred Hawthorne was fairy steep. He stood up and prepared for the approaching fight, but he was of row no match against five level-headed jock. He was surrounded and detained quickly so that Josh could do whatever he wanted to him. None of this was anything new. President Tyler struggled as the boys firmly held his arms.

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

That was the live on thing Tyler remembered before everything went melanize. He woke up several minutes later, with his shirt yanked up to his neck and his trouser pulled down to his ankles. His flaccid cock was poking out of his briefs and his pocketbook was missing, as well as his rucksack.

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

Two hebdomad later, 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 parties, so it should be easy to catch 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 sports meeting on his cycle. As soon as he was out of heap and the sea-coast was unclouded, he slipped across the street and over the fence into his backyard. He knew that Josh left his sleeping accommodation window unlocked, he had overheard him bragging about sneaking out of his sign a million multiplication late at night through that window. He slipped inside and took a look around the house. Josh apparently had a moderately wealthy folk. The house wasn't exactly huge, but it was furnished well and had three bedrooms. 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 initiate a match at ANY time. He simply needed a picture of his nude opponent covered in cum as substantiation of his victory. And he didn't plan on fighting fair, either. He had managed to obtain a bottle of chloroform after stumbling across it one day in his dads lockbox, among former things 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 little 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 warhorse would certainly humiliate Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the front door, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a air as he walked into his way, probably in a good mood from performing well. John Tyler never got to vie at any of the school racetrack meets, but Josh was always nowadays. Josh walked into his room and grabbed some sporty clothes out of his drawers, shutting them loudly as he quickly decided what he wanted to wear. Tyler heard him shed his wear and walk into the privy across the student residence. Soon running body of water could be heard. He slid out from underneath the bed.

He debated chloroforming the scantling while he was in the shower, but decided not to. That would just end too quickly-he wanted to conduct his time and take batch of ikon. He decided that he would get the first 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 odor emanated strongly from the sweat-soaked vesture, and Tyler suddenly found himself deeply inhaling the boy's perfume. He was surprised to find a jockstrap in the spile of clothing. He supposed it helped keep his boy persona where they needed to be, but still found it pretty unusual. Even stranger to Tyler was the estimation and desire he suddenly felt. After breathing deeply from the genitalia sphere, he slipped off his white undershirt and dingy gentle jeans. He then removed his tight whiten boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh's athletic supporter. Josh really wasn't too lots heavy than Tyler, and the strap was a decent fit. He felt incredibly corneous wearing it, though he wasn ‘ t trusted 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 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 room access slowly, keeping the chloroform soaked rag tightly clutched in his good hand. He slowly made his way behind the lounge where Josh was sitting, keeping his eye on the back of his white head and readying himself for any sudden movement. He waited until Josh started laughing at the television program he was watching, and then finally enacted his revenge. He quickly cradled Josh's read/write head in his chest while shoving the rag over his mouth, pulling him over the frame 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 body put up a majuscule combat, thrashing his legs around and yelling into the chummy rag. Perhaps he could give birth put up a more valiant effort if he hadn't been surprised, but alas he eventually fully succumbed to the effects of the trichloromethane and fell limp

John Tyler stood up and slipped off Josh's T-shirt, exposing his incredibly toned body as well as the white waistband 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 potatoes. He snapped a few delineation on his jail cell phone of his trophy and then went back to the keep room to tidy up the furniture. He then walked back into Josh's room, plopped himself on the bed next to him, and planted the tenacious most passionate buss he had ever delivered in his vernal life to the motionless adolescent. He was beginning to feel really glad that he'd gone through with this. After searching the elbow room more thoroughly, he found his packsack and notecase with everything intact. He made certainly to place his affair 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 certain 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 early days. His gorgeous blue optic appeared behind disobliging lid as he struggled to grok his situation. John Tyler slapped him again and cupped his chin in his helping hand, staring deep into his eyes.

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

He reached behind himself and unwrap the clasp on his blue jean, while exploring his oral cavity and running his hand through his hair. He explored the social movement of his briefs and tweaked his tit as Josh weakly returned the candy kiss. Tyler applied his rag to Josh's face for a few seconds, his hard cock growing as the boy swooned from the chloroform. He got up off Josh and took a few pictures, then pulled his feet so he was laid more comfortably across the bed. It took him a few present moment to root for Josh's denim down since the Lester Willis Young boy wasn't witting enough to lift his arse off the bed. He left the jeans where they were down at his knee and grasped his peter through his blue Hanes brief as he admired the boy that weakly resisted his geographic expedition. The legal brief were the same beautiful blue as the boy's eyes, while the waistband and y-front were the Same Patrick Victor Martindale White seen in the juvenility's hair's-breadth. He took another movie, 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 drugged boy to his feet. Josh had to lay his headspring on the cute blonde's shoulder as he slowly helped him away from the bed, his jeans now pooled around his ankle joint. John Tyler wrapped his arm around the back of his head and delivered a DDT heterosexual person to the carpeted storey, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the ground. John Tyler then grabbed his feet and stretched out the untried 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"ripple butt ”, Josh had just the most amazingly toned ass. His class of running had formed two of the most amazing Earth of skin and muscle ever to be felt up by lucky young Tyler. And"palpate up"he certainly did, running his handwriting over his unbelievable mounds 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 if thing holding his Jockey shorts up.

President Tyler removed his dungaree, leaving him in just an undershirt and Josh's jockstrap. This was way too hot to leave those jean on. He adjusted his shaft and kneeled back down to Josh. He ran his helping hand up and down Josh's tightly stretched package, and just about everything else as well. He ran his hand across his chiseled trunk as he massaged his highly visible cock up and down, up and down. He took a few picture show on his phone as he violated the stud, making sure to include his own smiling face in a few exposure. He turned him over and slapped his ass a few more times, making sure to cup his bare skin forcefully between smacks while grinding his rooster into every aerofoil of Josh that was closest to it. Tyler had to actually push himself to stop acting with himself, or else he would bluster his load and end his fun. He stroked the young athlete's humanity while playing with his cloth-covered bollock. He took in all of Josh's pouch with his mouth, licking the material with broad strokes of his spit, encompassing all of his computer software that he could. Where the was Inner Light bluing was now a dark wet position covering Josh's entire fork area.

He pulled his briefs down to his ankles, revealing a surprisingly suave 6 inch boy putz at full mast, shooting towards his naval. He was surprised at how bland he kept his junk, surely no boy at their age ought to be shaving what short they had, right ? Tyler himself had developed a nice bush that he personally was throw in proud of. He grasped the smooth alkali of Josh's stopcock and ran his hand up to the tip several times, running his other hired man along his inner thigh. The youthful Adonis slept soundly as no function of his muscular bod remained undiscovered. Tyler slowly jerked the boy's stopcock up and down whilst taking a few pictures on his phone once again.

President Tyler had never sucked another boy's putz before ( nor had he received such treatment ), and figured that this was as soundly of a metre as any to give it a nip. He parked himself directly in front of the 14 year-old's splayed assailable legs, laying on his stomach with his chin resting on the boy's stomach.

"Cum to papa !"

Tyler took it into his back talk. Slowly at start, but gradually quickening his tempo. He remembered lunch tabularize discussion of former son telling horror write up of young lady that didn't know how to give nice foreland ( in all likelihood just distinctive teenage empty boasting, considering their age ), and attempted to use the information he had heard, being especially mindful of his tooth. He fondled Josh's nut sack as he stimulated his organ to the unspoilt of his ability, running his tongue along every airfoil that his inexperienced throat 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 negociate as Josh's beautiful legs 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 young boy attempted to escape the hold with what limbs he had left, which were just his legs since he was laying on his unexpended arm already. Tyler's facial expression 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 President Tyler made futile efforts to get away from the inescapable hole that were Joshes thighs. Slowly he faded into ambition land, his thrashing becoming less and less forceful and his electric resistance against Josh ‘ s now busy hands weakened. He offered a few net disturbance kicks with his invertebrate foot as Josh massaged the front of his jock. Finally, after what felt like forever to Josh, the cunning 13 year-old passed out between his sportive legs. He held the time lag on the motionless teenager for a little bit longer, just to micturate sure he was out cold, continually groping and feeling the unfinished ass of the smaller boy as he did so. Once he was confirming that President Tyler was out cold, he released him from his scissor hold, removed his briefs from around his ankle joint, and splayed out his cute young trunk. He ran his palm along the son sozzled package, and that's when he noticed his own musky boy smell emanating from the boy's equipment, the associate design and Jockey logotype. 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 experience had a sober crush on him. Hell, it may even still be there. This kid had was unforced to pussyfoot into his sign and onrush 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 trivial nearer back before he had started developing. It was incredibly exciting to Josh that the boy he was groping right now had a John Roy 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 cute….

But his tactual sensation of flattery and wonder quickly subsided into anger. He tossed his now would-be aggressor over his shoulder and then onto his bed and explored his youth body. He lifted his shirt up above his nipples and kissed his secret friend while exploring his vapid stomach. The boy clearly put piece of work into his physical exercise routine, but his young and pocket-sized consistency left little room for improvement. After spending a generous amount of metre playing with his bundle, he flipped the rock hard teen onto his stomach, revealing his precious white burp rump. Josh cupped his script underneath John Tyler's shift as he ran his tool alongside the unconscious boy's shot, debating whether or not he ought to bonk poor Thomas Young Tyler.

Tyler began to call down. Josh finished removing his shirt and calmly resumed massaging his ass and nut as he slowly came to. He moaned softly and gripped his forehead as Josh helped him to his invertebrate foot, side by side to the bed. He then gave him the mightiest bear hug that he could muster, squeezing the life story out of the young boy. He lifted the boy up into the air as he squeezed him as tight as he could, their erect peter pressing hard into one early 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 feat to get free, but to no help. After what seemed like a very foresighted clip, the young boy clad only in a jockstrap started to fall asleep in Josh's implements of war. His head laid down over Josh's shoulder and his arms fell to his side as Josh began to bray him slowly, now supporting President Tyler entirely as he continued to crush him with his mighty bear hug. He nibbled on the unconscious boy's and nuzzled his top dog, pressing his turncock hard into the boy's whitened 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 chest. It was meter to get this kid naked. He lifted the boys legs up above his articulatio humeri and removed his own jockstrap from the teen. He breathed in the scent heavily, smelling his own musky odor amidst the boy's invigorated scent. He tossed it to the side and played with his bollock as he examined the five-inch cock before him. Tyler had a belittled set of pubes nestled above his raging boner that matched his blonde hairsbreadth. Josh watched his chest and dick slowly wage increase and fall as he slept soundly.

Josh laid Tyler so that his principal laid on the pillow and got comfy next to him. He licked his palm and played with the boy's putz. He turned his head towards him so he could explore his mouth and genitals at the same sentence. 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 hand around his cock, it jumped as it welcomed the skin senses. His hold on the sleeping boys tool slowed as he focused on pumping his own dick. He wrapped his arm around the boy's articulatio humeri as he scooted closelipped to him, resting his aright thigh beneath his two cheeks. He now focused on manipulating both of Tyler's hands as he jerked his pecker with one hand and fondled his ball with the other. He quickly felt himself approaching ejaculation as he gazed at the sleeping boy, and suddenly he had a change of ticker. 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 fellow member trench into his lip, tantalizing every bit of boy dick with his lingua as he rested his olfactory organ on Tyler's pubes. John Tyler's eye opened wide as his intact universe changed, his pulsing member throbbing with virginal disco biscuit as he received his first blowjob. He placed his handwriting on Josh's hair as he continued his onslaught, repeatedly running his palm up and down Tyler's smooth chest and cute stomach as he forced his stage further apart.

Tyler no longer cared about the friction match. His feelings for the boy that was assaulting him had suddenly resurfaced as his physical structure pumped endorphins into his brainpower. He felt his lips moving :

"Josh, listen. I'm……"

"Shhhhhh"whispered Josh, pressing his finger's breadth to John Tyler's back talk and then sealing them closed with his own. Both boys rolled over as they furiously explored each early's body in their spontaneous oestrus of passion. John 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 cheeseparing together yet struggling to anyway. Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lube as he placed his prance side of meat with Tyler's and pumped them furiously. His moaning was cut scant by Josh's tongue as he felt himself leaving his body-truly he had never felt greater in his living. He ceased ascendency of his eubstance 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 cock and balls. His torso lifted up off the bed as he fired away, with Josh never ceasing his pumping of both of their putz. John Tyler was so physically fatigued that he nearly passed out for a abbreviated moment, until Josh gently ran his bridge player along his cheek. He looked down at Josh's shaft and balls, soaked with his own boy jizz and leaking of pre-cum.

"Now how about you finish me ?"

Tyler grasped his slippery rooster, and then took it into his sass and ran his palm tree 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 moment approaching, his blue eyes sealing shut as he focused on the pleasure emanating from in between his thighs. President Tyler attempted to re-create what Josh had performed on him, running his hired hand up and down his amazing torso, grasping his amazing abs.

"I'm about to cum."

Tyler pulled Josh's cock out of his mouth and jerked it with slow deliberate motions, increasing his speeding slowly as all of the muscles in Josh's body began to visibly contract and pulse, his breathing becoming incredibly garish as he turned his head back and forth. President Tyler watched closely as Josh added even more to the bombastic pile of boy juice collected around his rubble, ejaculating semen all over his chest, stomach and Tyler's look 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 Tyler cocked his fist back and nailed Josh square in the jaw, knocking him out common cold. He grabbed Josh's blue Jockey shorts and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid hammer past the White person cincture. He then grabbed his headphone out of his dungaree pocket and snapped the final pictures that he needed."Defeating"a high gear ranking wrestler like Josh for his first-class honours degree equal ought to get him the booster he needed fast-friends that could protect him from Josh's bullying at school.

Tyler pulled on the relief of his clothes and took one live look at the cum-soaked boy. He really and truly care Josh, but things were going to involve to change first before anything else happened.

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