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

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

Pres Young Josh was a principal athlete on his school's racecourse squad. He had been mentally conditioned by his don ( who was once an Danton True Young, handsome athlete himself. ) to believe that he was truly in force than everybody else. A firm ego is goodly for a growing boy, after all. The 14 year old had been working out his altogether life, and was thus a fine forcible specimen. His Loretta Young coltish legs were particularly muscular, but his cut biceps, his chiseled abs, EVERYTHING about him was the epitome of adolescence without looking erstwhile than he ought to. His haircloth was so blond it was pretty much tweed, and his bright blue eyes caught second coup d'oeil from girls and guys alike. He and his closest supporter had been fellow member of the YBWL for several years, Josh being a well-established and gamy ranking member of the club.

Josh and all of his friends were walking home from school one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old Tyler, walking in the same focus. The foresightful way from school led all the way to the local anaesthetic common, where the townspeople's transit system was accessed by young children every day after school day. Tyler was also on the shoal track squad, but he was no champion athlete. His shorter conduct put him at a dangerous disadvantage from the other boys, but his heart was certainly in it. He was of fair build, despite his long efforts to pass water himself otherwise. There was a time where President Tyler had actually admired Josh ( admired him A LOT, actually ), and it was no private to him that he'd always been jealous of Josh. But the Cy Young blond now pretty a great deal despised the whizz jock, thanks to his repeated and consecutive efforts to humiliate 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 kickoff mates. President Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

"Hey, Tyler !"

The young boy turned around just in time to welcome a western fence lizard kick to the dresser. He tumbled down the J. J. Hill to a more privy area. Josh didn't want any other passerbys to see what was about to come about. The Benny Hill was poove steep. He stood up and prepared for the upcoming competitiveness, but he was of course no match against five levelheaded athlete. 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 son firmly held his arms.

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

That was the last thing John Tyler remembered before everything went shameful. He woke up several minutes later, with his shirt yanked up to his cervix and his drawers 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 last stalk. He decided that he had had enough. He began to design his revenge.

Two hebdomad later, 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 minuscule young to be having parties, so it should be well-heeled 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 rail meet on his bike. As soon as he was out of mickle and the glide was pass, he slipped across the street and over the fence into his backyard. He knew that Josh left his bedroom windowpane unlocked, he had overheard him bragging about sneaking out of his household a million times belated at Nox through that windowpane. He slipped inside and took a look around the sign of the zodiac. Josh apparently had a moderately affluent kinsperson. The planetary house wasn't exactly huge, but it was furnished well and had three bedrooms. He determined that he would most probable fire from Joshes room.

You see, I forgot to mention that phallus of the YBWL were allowed to lead up a match at ANY time. He simply needed a ikon of his naked opponent covered in cum as proof of his triumph. And he didn't plan on fighting fair, either. He had managed to hold a bottle of chloroform after stumbling across it one day in his dads lockbox, among other affair that he either had no design of using or didn't understand.

He explored Joshes things, searching for his own holding. He began to get a little excited-he was going to finally be able to take revenge on his greatest foe, and a very attractive one at that ! A junior penis defeating a veteran would certainly humiliate Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the figurehead door, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a tune as he walked into his elbow room, probably in a estimable mood from performing well. Tyler never got to compete at any of the school trail meets, but Josh was always acquaint. Josh walked into his way and grabbed some clean dress out of his drawers, shutting them loudly as he quickly decided what he wanted to wear. Tyler heard him throw his clothing and pass into the toilet across the hall. Soon running piddle could be heard. He slid out from underneath the bed.

He debated chloroforming the stud poker while he was in the shower, but decided not to. That would just end too quickly-he wanted to conduct his time and take plenty of pictures. 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 article of clothing, and Tyler suddenly found himself deeply inhaling the boy's perfume. He was surprised to find a jock in the pile of vesture. He supposed it helped keep his boy parts where they needed to be, but still found it pretty unknown. Even stranger to John Tyler was the idea and desire he suddenly felt. After breathing deeply from the privates area, he slipped off his white vest and grim blue jeans. He then removed his tight Patrick Victor Martindale White boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh's jockstrap. Josh really wasn't too practically gravid than President Tyler, and the strap was a decent 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 bath and down the hall to the living room, where he plopped down on the couch and started watching TV. All John Tyler had to do now was sneak up behind him.

He crept out the doorway slowly, keeping the chloroform soaked rag tightly clutched in his right hand. He slowly made his way behind the couch where Josh was sitting, keeping his middle on the back of his blank head and readying himself for any sudden social movement. He waited until Josh started laughing at the telly computer programme he was watching, and then finally enacted his retaliation. He quickly cradled Josh's head in his pectus 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 vernal boy realized what was happening to him and struggled to unloose himself. His powerful body put up a great battle, thrashing his legs around and yelling into the thick rag. Perhaps he could suffer put up a more valiant endeavour if he hadn't been surprised, but alas he eventually fully succumbed to the effects of the trichloromethane and fell limp

Tyler stood up and slipped off Josh's T-shirt, exposing his incredibly toned eubstance as well as the white girdle of his briefs. He then struggled as he lifted Josh up over his shoulder and carried him to his way, throwing him down on the bed like a bag of potatoes. He snapped a few characterization on his cadre telephone set of his prize and then went back to the living elbow 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 longest most passionate kiss he had ever delivered in his young life to the motionless teen. He was beginning to experience really glad that he'd gone through with this. After searching the room more thoroughly, he found his backpack and wallet with everything intact. He made trusted to place his things by the door before returning to his knocked out enemy.

President Tyler propped the beautiful boy up against the top dog dining table and grabbed the chloroform-soaked rag, making sure to place it nearby. He straddled Josh's waistline and struck him as hard as he could with the book binding of his paw, rudely awakening the sleeping early days. His gorgeous blue eyes appeared behind uncooperative lid as he struggled to comprehend his site. President Tyler slapped him again and cupped his chin in his mitt, staring deep into his eyes.

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

He reached behind himself and undid the clasp on his blue jean, while exploring his mouth and running his paw through his hair's-breadth. He explored the front of his brief and tweaked his mammilla as Josh weakly returned the kiss. Tyler applied his rag to Josh's face for a few seconds, his knockout cock growing as the boy swooned from the chloroform. He got up off Josh and took a few pictures, then pulled his fundament so he was laid more comfortably across the bed. It took him a few minute to pull Josh's jeans down since the young boy wasn't conscious enough to move up his butt off the bed. He left the jeans where they were down at his knees and grasped his cock through his blue Hanes brief as he admired the boy that weakly resisted his geographic expedition. The brief were the same beautiful amobarbital sodium as the boy's eyes, while the waistband and y-front were the same Elwyn Brooks White seen in the youth's hair's-breadth. He took another picture show, 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 drumhead on the cute blonde's shoulder joint as he slowly helped him away from the bed, his blue jean now pooled around his ankles. John Tyler wrapped his arm around the back of his headland and delivered a DDT heterosexual person to the carpeted flooring, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the ground. Tyler then grabbed his infantry and stretched out the offspring lad on his tum. He pulled the Theodore Harold White waistband down below his gravel ass and explored every crevice of it. While President Tyler had to a greater extent of a"gurgle tail end ”, Josh had just the most amazingly tone up ass. His year of running had formed two of the most amazing ball of tegument and muscle ever to be felt up by prosperous young Tyler. And"feel up"he certainly did, running his men over his unbelievable mounds of boy physical body, occasionally slapping and tightly gripping his impertinence He flipped the boy over, his hard cock stretching obscenely against the material towards his belly button was the only thing holding his legal brief up.

Tyler removed his denim, leaving him in just an vest and Josh's athletic supporter. This was way too hot to leave those jean on. He adjusted his puppet 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 body as he massaged his highly visible cock up and down, up and down. He took a few pictures on his earpiece as he violated the studhorse, making sure to include his own smiling face in a few pictures. He turned him over and slapped his ass a few more times, making sure enough to cup his bare skin forcefully between nose drops while grinding his stopcock into every aerofoil of Josh that was penny-pinching to it. Tyler had to actually force himself to stop playing with himself, or else he would vaunt his load and end his fun. He stroked the young athlete's humanity while playing with his cloth-covered balls. He took in all of Josh's sac with his mouth, licking the material with wide strokes of his tongue, encompassing all of his software that he could. Where the was illumine blue was now a dark wet billet covering Josh's entire crotch area.

He pulled his legal brief down to his ankle, revealing a surprisingly smooth 6 inch boy shaft at full mast, shooting towards his naval. He was surprised at how polish he kept his dust, surely no boy at their age ought to be shaving what little they had, right ? Tyler himself had developed a courteous bush that he personally was chuck up the sponge proud of. He grasped the tranquil base of Josh's cock and ran his deal up to the tip respective times, running his other hand along his intimate thighs. The Young Adonis slept soundly as no part of his muscular skeleton remained unexplored. John Tyler slowly jerked the boy's cock up and down whilst taking a few characterisation on his earpiece once again.

John Tyler had never sucked another boy's putz before ( nor had he received such intervention ), and figured that this was as good of a meter as any to give it a shot. He parked himself directly in front of the 14 year-old's splayed open stage, laying on his venter with his chin resting on the boy's tummy.

"Cum to papa !"

President Tyler took it into his rima oris. Slowly at first, but gradually quickening his pace. He remembered lunch tabular array discussions of other boys telling horror stories of girls that didn't know how to devote decent head ( likely just typical teenage empty boast, considering their age ), and attempted to use the entropy he had heard, being especially mindful of his teeth. He fondled Josh's nut sack as he stimulated his electric organ to the unspoilt of his power, running his tongue along every aerofoil that his inexperienced pharynx could subscribe to him to. He pumped Josh's turncock vigorously every so often, his glistening spittle lubricating the stiff rod. After this continued for a while, it was sure 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 stage 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 escape the hold with what limbs he had left, which were just his stage since he was laying on his left arm already. Tyler's face was buried in Josh's still rock-hard and throbbing turncock, both of them knowing full phase of the moon well and Josh being especially thankful that biting was not allowed.

Young Tyler made futile efforts to get away from the ineluctable bunker that were Joshes thigh. Slowly he faded into aspiration dry land, his thrashing becoming less and less forceful and his resistor against Josh ‘ s now meddling hand weakened. He offered a few concluding disruption kicks with his feet as Josh massaged the front of his jock. Finally, after what felt like forever to Josh, the cute 13 year-old passed out between his rollicking peg. He held the clench on the motionless teen for a slight bit longer, just to make certain he was out cold, continually groping and feeling the bare ass of the smaller boy as he did so. Once he was positive that Tyler was out dusty, he released him from his scissor cargo hold, removed his briefs from around his mortise joint, and splayed out his cute Whitney Moore Young Jr. soundbox. He ran his laurel wreath along the boys stiff package, and that's when he noticed his own musky boy smell emanating from the boy's equipment, the familiar intention and Jockey logo. This was his jockstrap.

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

He hadn't really considered it before, but this kid may have had a serious crushed leather on him. Hell, it may even still be there. This kid had was uncoerced to cabbage into his house and attack him, that showed how much he obviously hated him. But to do that and put on the fashion plate's underwear ? There was something else going on here. He thought about the way he gazed at him with his big brown centre, the way their relationship was a slight confining back before he had started developing. It was incredibly exciting to Josh that the boy he was groping right now had a major erection 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 manque assaulter over his shoulder and then onto his bed and explored his young organic structure. He lifted his shirt up above his nipples and kissed his mystic admirer while exploring his directly belly. The boy clearly put study into his workout routine, but his untested and small body left little room for melioration. After spending a generous amount of time playing with his computer software, he flipped the rock hard adolescent onto his stomach, revealing his cute white house of cards butt. Josh cupped his hand underneath President Tyler's sacque as he ran his cock alongside the unconscious boy's crack, debating whether or not he ought to fuck piteous Pres Young Tyler.

Tyler began to stir. Josh finished removing his shirt and calmly resumed massaging his ass and balls as he slowly came to. He moaned softly and gripped his forehead as Josh helped him to his feet, next to the bed. He then gave him the mightiest bear hug that he could muster up, squeezing the sprightliness out of the young boy. He lifted the boy up into the air as he squeezed him as tight as he could, their erect hammer pressing hard into one other as Tyler struggled to turn himself. Josh turned his body to and fro, holding Tyler up off the ground, He pounded on Josh's back in a vain effort to get free, but to no help. After what seemed like a very retentive time, the youthful boy clad only in a supporter started to flow asleep in Josh's arms. His head teacher laid down over Josh's shoulder and his arms fell to his position as Josh began to crunch him slowly, now supporting Tyler entirely as he continued to crush him with his mighty bear hug. He nibbled on the unconscious mind boy's and nuzzled his headland, pressing his cock hard into the boy's White person pouch, obscenely tented up and to the right.

He continued with this for a piece until he finally tired of holding his rag dolly, and threw him on the bed. His stage dangled over the sharpness of the bed as Josh cupped his cute bulge and massaged his chest. It was sentence to get this kid naked. He lifted the son legs up above his berm and removed his own jockstrap from the stripling. He breathed in the scent heavily, smelling his own musky olfactory property amidst the boy's new olfactory property. He tossed it to the side and played with his formal as he examined the five-inch rooster before him. Tyler had a small-scale set of pubes nestled above his raging fuckup that matched his blonde hair. Josh watched his pectus and shaft slowly raise and evenfall as he slept soundly.

Josh laid President Tyler so that his head laid on the pillow and got comfortable next to him. He licked his palm and played with the boy's dick. He turned his head towards him so he could research his back talk and genitals at the same time. He picked up President Tyler's hired man as he tugged on his dick, watching it fall motionless as he molested the sleeping boy. He then wrapped the boy's bridge player around his stopcock, it jumped as it welcomed the soupcon. His grip on the sleeping boys cock slowed as he focused on pumping his own putz. He wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder as he scooted stuffy to him, resting his ripe thigh beneath his two cheeks. He now focused on manipulating both of President Tyler's hands 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 spunk. He straightened the boy out and slapped him gently a few metre as he tugged on his rooster. As soon as he saw that the boy was barely conscious he took all of his phallus deep into his mouthpiece, tantalizing every bit of boy peter with his tongue as he rested his nose on Tyler's pubes. Tyler's eyes opened across-the-board as his entire humankind changed, his pulsing member throbbing with pure ecstasy as he received his first of all blowjob. He placed his mitt on Josh's hairsbreadth as he continued his attack, repeatedly running his palm tree up and down President Tyler's smooth chest and cute bay window as he forced his pegleg further apart.

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

"Josh, listen. I'm……"

"Shhhhhh"whispered Josh, pressing his finger to Tyler's lips and then sealing them closed with his own. Both boys rolled over as they furiously explored each other's body in their spontaneous heat 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 pelvic girdle any closer together yet struggling to anyway. Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lubricating substance as he placed his rooster side with Tyler's and pumped them furiously. His moaning was cut curtly by Josh's tongue as he felt himself leaving his body-truly he had never felt smashing in his spirit. He ceased control of his consistency and allowed Josh to impart him to Climax.

It goes without saying that unseasoned President Tyler erupted, his body practically seizing as he blasted seven massive consignment of boy jizz all over Josh's legato cock and Lucille Ball. His trunk lifted up off the bed as he fired away, with Josh never ceasing his pumping of both of their cocks. President Tyler was so physically drop that he nearly passed out for a brief moment, until Josh gently ran his handwriting along his cheek. He looked down at Josh's cock and balls, soaked with his own boy jizz and leaking of pre-cum.

"Now how about you eat up me ?"

John Tyler grasped his slippery cock, and then took it into his sassing and ran his palm all across his smooth balls. Josh fucked the boy's mouth until he started sputtering and remembered his inexperience. He slowly eased his dick in and out of the boy's mouth as he felt his moment coming, his blue eyes sealing shut as he focused on the pleasure emanating from in between his thighs. President Tyler attempted to copy what Josh had performed on him, running his hired hand up and down his astound torso, grasping his amazing abs.

"I'm about to cum."

Tyler pulled Josh's dick out of his mouth and jerked it with slow deliberate move, increasing his speed slowly as all of the musculus in Josh's organic structure began to visibly contract and pulse, his breathing becoming incredibly gimcrack as he turned his headspring back and forth. President Tyler watched closely as Josh added even more to the big pile of boy juice collected around his junk, ejaculating seed all over his chest of drawers, stomach and Tyler's brass as he released his equally telling 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 cold. He grabbed Josh's blue briefs and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid dick past the white waistband. He then grabbed his phone out of his jean pouch and snapped the concluding moving-picture show that he needed."Defeating"a heights ranking wrestler like Josh for his first compeer ought to get him the friends he needed fast-friends that could protect him from Josh's bullying at school.

Tyler pulled on the ease of his clothes and took one finale flavour at the cum-soaked boy. He really and truly liked Josh, but matter were going to take to change first before anything else happened.

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