Hey ! I hope you guys revel this new chapter. I put considerably Thomas More fourth dimension and cause into this one ( almost certainly length-wise ). Thanks.

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

Cy Young Josh was a sensation athlete on his shoal's lead squad. He had been mentally conditioned by his don ( who was once an young, good-looking jock himself. ) to believe that he was truly better than everybody else. A strong ego is healthy for a growing boy, after all. The 14 year old had been working out his totally life, and was thus a ok physical specimen. His young sportive legs were particularly muscular, but his cut biceps, his chiseled abs, EVERYTHING about him was the prototype of adolescence without looking older than he ought to. His pilus was so blonde it was pretty very much white, and his bright blue optic caught arcsecond glances from girls and guy cable alike. He and his nearest supporter had been phallus of the YBWL for several long time, Josh being a well-established and high rate member of the club.

Josh and all of his friends were walking home from school day one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old Tyler, walking in the same direction. The long way of life from school led all the way to the local anesthetic parkland, where the town's transit system was accessed by youth children every day after schooling. John Tyler was also on the school track squad, but he was no star athlete. His shorter demeanor put him at a grievous disadvantage from the other boy, but his heart was certainly in it. He was of average build, despite his prospicient try to make himself otherwise. There was a prison term where President Tyler had actually admired Josh ( admired him A LOT, actually ), and it was no secret to him that he'd always been green-eyed of Josh. But the young blond now pretty much despised the star athlete, thanks to his repeated and successive efforts to humble and bully him. He too was a appendage of the YBWL, but only recently- Josh hadn't yet seen him at any of the group meeting and he hadn ‘ t yet fought his first of all match. Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

"Hey, Tyler !"

The young boy turned around just in metre to receive a swift kick to the pectus. He tumbled down the hill to a more secluded orbit. Josh didn't want any other passer to see what was about to happen. The Benny Hill was fairy steep. He stood up and prepared for the upcoming battle, but he was of course no match against five level-headed 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 male child firmly held his arms.

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

That was the last thing Tyler remembered before everything went fateful. He woke up respective bit later, with his shirt yanked up to his neck and his bloomers pulled down to his ankle joint. His flaccid prick was poking out of his Jockey shorts and his pocketbook was missing, as well as his backpack.

This was the hold up straw. He decided that he had had enough. He began to contrive his revenge.

Two hebdomad later, Tyler overheard a conversation in the locker room. It seemed that Josh's parents were going to be out of township for the upcoming weekend. Josh was a petty young to be having company, so it should be easy to bewitch 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 sports meeting on his bicycle. As soon as he was out of survey and the coast was net, he slipped across the street and over the fence into his backyard. He knew that Josh left his bedroom window unlocked, he had overheard him bragging about sneaking out of his family a million times late at Night through that window. He slipped inside and took a look around the house. Josh apparently had a moderately wealthy family. The home wasn't exactly huge, but it was furnished well and had three sleeping accommodation. He determined that he would most likely attack from Joshes room.

You see, I forgot to mention that penis of the YBWL were allowed to originate a equal at ANY time. He simply needed a picture of his defenseless opponent covered in cum as trial impression 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 other thing that he either had no intention of using or didn't understand.

He explored Joshes things, searching for his own property. He began to get a little excited-he was going to finally be able to accept revenge on his greatest foe, and a very attractive one at that ! A third-year member defeating a vet would certainly humiliate Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the look door, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a melodic phrase as he walked into his room, probably in a good mood from performing well. Tyler never got to compete at any of the schoolhouse track meet, but Josh was always acquaint. Josh walked into his room and grabbed some clean clothes out of his drawers, shutting them loudly as he quickly decided what he wanted to wear off. Tyler heard him slough his habiliment and paseo into the toilet across the hall. Soon running water could be heard. He slid out from underneath the bed.

He debated chloroforming the stud while he was in the shower, but decided not to. That would just end too quickly-he wanted to take in his time and take in mint of video. 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 odour emanated strongly from the sweat-soaked habiliment, and Tyler suddenly found himself deeply inhaling the boy's odour. He was surprised to find a supporter in the pile of wearable. He supposed it helped hold his boy piece where they needed to be, but still found it pretty strange. Even stranger to John Tyler was the melodic theme and desire he suddenly felt. After breathing deeply from the crotch expanse, he slipped off his white vest and glowering blue jeans. He then removed his tight white boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh's jockstrap. Josh really wasn't too a great deal prominent than Tyler, and the strap was a decent fit. He felt incredibly horny wearing it, though he wasn ‘ t sure why. Tyler then put his wearing apparel back on, throwing his own underwear into Josh's designated draftsman. He stowed himself underneath the bed again and waited.

He soon heard Josh walk out of his bathroom and down the hall to the support 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 door slowly, keeping the chloroform soaked rag tightly clutched in his right hand. He slowly made his way behind the put where Josh was sitting, keeping his eyes on the back of his white forefront and readying himself for any sudden drift. He waited until Josh started laughing at the telecasting program he was watching, and then finally enacted his revenge. He quickly cradled Josh's nous in his chest of drawers while shoving the rag over his lip, pulling him over the couch and toppling it in the process. Tyler wrapped all of his arm around Josh as tight as he could as the young boy realized what was happening to him and struggled to free himself. His powerful organic structure put up a bully competitiveness, 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 jersey, exposing his incredibly toned consistence as well as the white waistband of his Jockey shorts. He then struggled as he lifted Josh up over his shoulder joint and carried him to his elbow room, throwing him down on the bed like a bag of potatoes. He snapped a few pictures on his cell speech sound of his trophy and then went back to the living room to clean up up the article of furniture. He then walked back into Josh's room, plopped himself on the bed succeeding to him, and planted the longest to the highest degree 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 back pack and wallet with everything intact. He made for certain to grade his things by the room access before returning to his knocked out enemy.

Tyler propped the beautiful boy up against the read/write head board and grabbed the chloroform-soaked rag, making certain to direct it nearby. He straddled Josh's waist and struck him as hard as he could with the book binding of his paw, rudely awakening the sleeping youth. His gorgeous blue eyes appeared behind disobliging palpebra as he struggled to comprehend his billet. John Tyler slapped him again and cupped his chin in his hand, 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 denim, while exploring his backtalk and running his script through his hair. He explored the front of his legal brief and tweaked his nipples as Josh weakly returned the buss. President Tyler applied his rag to Josh's expression for a few seconds, his hard cock growing as the boy swooned from the chloroform. He got up off Josh and took a few mental picture, then pulled his metrical foot so he was laid more comfortably across the bed. It took him a few moments to pull Josh's jean down since the Brigham Young boy wasn't conscious enough to lift his seat off the bed. He left the blue jean where they were down at his knees and grasped his peter through his blue Hanes briefs as he admired the boy that weakly resisted his exploration. The briefs were the Sami beautiful bluing as the boy's eyes, while the waistcloth and y-front were the same ashen seen in the juvenility's hair's-breadth. He took another motion-picture show, and then proceeded to rap out the boy out again.

But he was done being ennoble about it. He stood up off the bed and slowly lifted the doped boy to his feet. Josh had to lay his head on the cute blonde's articulatio humeri as he slowly helped him away from the bed, his jean now pooled around his ankles. Tyler wrapped his arm around the cover of his head and delivered a DDT straight to the carpeted trading floor, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the earth. John Tyler then grabbed his metrical unit and stretched out the Loretta Young lad on his abdomen. He pulled the white waistband down below his amazing ass and explored every crevice of it. While President Tyler had more of a"babble butt ”, Josh had just the most amazingly tone up ass. His years of running had formed two of the most amazing Earth of cutis and sinew ever to be felt up by lucky Lester Willis Young John Tyler. And"experience up"he certainly did, running his hands over his incredible mounds of boy material body, occasionally slapping and tightly gripping his cheeks He flipped the boy over, his strong turncock stretching obscenely against the material towards his belly clitoris was the solitary thing holding his briefs up.

Tyler removed his jean, leaving him in just an undershirt and Josh's supporter. This was way too hot to leave behind those blue jean on. He adjusted his cock and kneeled back down to Josh. He ran his mitt up and down Josh's tightly stretched software program, and just about everything else as well. He ran his hand across his chiseled torso as he massaged his highly visible shaft up and down, up and down. He took a few picture on his speech sound as he violated the stud, making sure to admit his own smiling expression in a few movie. He turned him over and slapped his ass a few more time, making certainly to cup his bare skin forcefully between smacking while grinding his tool into every surface of Josh that was closest to it. Tyler had to actually force himself to stop performing with himself, or else he would bungle his load and end his fun. He stroked the Pres Young athlete's manhood while playing with his cloth-covered clump. He took in all of Josh's sac with his mouth, licking the material with broad accident of his spit, encompassing all of his package that he could. Where the was light blue devil was now a iniquity wet spot covering Josh's intact privates area.

He pulled his briefs down to his ankles, revealing a surprisingly smooth 6 inch boy cock at full moon mast, shooting towards his naval. He was surprised at how polish he kept his rubble, surely no boy at their age ought to be shaving what little they had, right ? Tyler himself had developed a nice chaparral that he personally was chuck up the sponge proud of. He grasped the smooth basis of Josh's cock and ran his paw up to the tip several times, running his other hand along his inner thighs. The young Adonis slept soundly as no character of his mesomorphic frame remained unexplored. Tyler slowly jerked the boy's peter up and down whilst taking a few pictures on his phone once again.

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

"Cum to papa !"

Tyler took it into his backtalk. Slowly at first, but gradually quickening his footstep. He remembered tiffin tabularise discussions of other boys telling horror stories of girls that didn't know how to give decent head ( belike just typical teenage empty boasting, considering their age ), and attempted to use the information he had heard, being especially mindful of his teeth. He fondled Josh's nut poke as he stimulated his harmonium to the effective of his ability, running his tongue along every open that his inexperienced pharynx could take him to. He pumped Josh's cock vigorously every so often, his glistening saliva lubricating the starchy rod. After this continued for a spell, it was certain that he had to cum soon.

Suddenly Tyler felt his foreland 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 President Tyler's left arm and held it down as the cute Pres Young boy attempted to run the hold with what limbs he had left, which were just his legs since he was laying on his leave behind arm already. Tyler's side was buried in Josh's still rock-hard and throbbing turncock, both of them knowing wax well and Josh being especially grateful that biting was not allowed.

Young John Tyler made futile crusade to get away from the inescapable trap that were Joshes thigh. Slowly he faded into aspiration land, his thrashing becoming less and less emphatic and his resistivity against Josh ‘ s now busy hands weakened. He offered a few final flutter boot with his fundament as Josh massaged the nominal head of his suspensor. Finally, after what felt the like forever to Josh, the cute 13 year-old passed out between his frolicky stage. He held the keep on the motionless teen for a little bit longer, just to make trusted he was out cold, continually groping and feeling the bare ass of the smaller boy as he did so. Once he was positivistic that Tyler was out cold, he released him from his scissor handle, removed his briefs from around his ankle joint, and splayed out his cute untried trunk. He ran his palm along the son starchy software system, and that's when he noticed his own musky boy smell emanating from the boy's equipment, the familiar design and Jockey logotype. This was his jockstrap.

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

He hadn't really considered it before, but this kid may possess had a serious jam on him. sin, it may even still be there. This kid had was volition to sneak into his house and attack him, that showed how much he obviously hated him. But to do that and put on the clotheshorse'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 human relationship was a small tightlipped 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 touch sensation of flattery and appreciation quickly subsided into anger. He tossed his now would-be attacker over his shoulder and then onto his bed and explored his unseasoned body. He lifted his shirt up above his pap and kissed his hugger-mugger adorer while exploring his flat venter. The boy clearly put work into his exercising routine, but his young and small body left little room for betterment. After spending a generous sum of fourth dimension playing with his packet, he flipped the rock 'n' roll concentrated teenager onto his stomach, revealing his cunning White bubble butt. Josh cupped his hand underneath Tyler's sack as he ran his hammer alongside the unconscious boy's whirl, debating whether or not he ought to fuck miserable 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, future to the bed. He then gave him the mightiest bear hug that he could muster, squeezing the lifespan out of the youthful boy. He lifted the boy up into the air as he squeezed him as tight as he could, their rear tool pressing hard into one other as President 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 crusade to get free, but to no avail. After what seemed like a very long sentence, the young boy clad only in a jockstrap started to descend asleep in Josh's arms. His head laid down over Josh's shoulder and his arms fell to his incline as Josh began to moil him slowly, now supporting Tyler entirely as he continued to mash him with his mighty bear hug. He nibbled on the unconscious boy's and nuzzled his head, pressing his cock hard into the boy's flannel 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 branch dangled over the border of the bed as Josh cupped his cute bulge and massaged his pectus. It was time to get this kid naked. He lifted the boys legs up above his shoulders and removed his own supporter from the teen. He breathed in the scent heavily, smelling his own musky odor amidst the boy's invigorated odour. He tossed it to the face and played with his orchis as he examined the five-inch hammer before him. Tyler had a minor set of os pubis nestled above his raging blunder that matched his blond hair. Josh watched his breast and dick slowly rise and fall as he slept soundly.

Josh laid John Tyler so that his head laid on the pillow and got prosperous next to him. He licked his medallion and played with the boy's dick. He turned his head towards him so he could explore his mouth and crotch at the Sami sentence. He picked up Tyler's hand as he tugged on his gumshoe, watching it declension motionless as he molested the dormancy boy. He then wrapped the boy's hand around his stopcock, it jumped as it welcomed the soupcon. His grip on the sleeping son peter slowed as he focused on pumping his own prick. He wrapped his arm around the boy's berm as he scooted cheeseparing to him, resting his right thigh beneath his two face. He now focused on manipulating both of Tyler's hands as he jerked his hammer with one hand and fondled his balls with the former. He quickly felt himself approaching ejaculation as he gazed at the sleeping boy, and suddenly he had a change of heart. He straightened the boy out and slapped him gently a few clip as he tugged on his shaft. As soon as he saw that the boy was barely conscious he took all of his penis deep into his mouth, tantalizing every bit of boy putz with his tongue as he rested his nozzle on Tyler's pubes. Tyler's eyes opened wide as his stallion earth changed, his pulsing phallus throbbing with vestal X as he received his first blowjob. He placed his helping hand on Josh's hair as he continued his approach, repeatedly running his palm up and down John Tyler's smooth bureau and cute tummy as he forced his branch further apart.

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 mentality. He felt his backtalk moving :

"Josh, listen. I'm……"

"Shhhhhh"whispered Josh, pressing his finger to Tyler's back talk and then sealing them closed with his own. Both male child rolled over as they furiously explored each other's consistency in their spontaneous heat of cacoethes. 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 displace their hips any closer together yet struggling to anyway. Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lubricator as he placed his cock 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 aliveness. He ceased control of his body and allowed Josh to bring him to Climax.

It goes without saying that Thomas Young Tyler erupted, his body practically seizing as he blasted seven monolithic loads of boy jizz all over Josh's smooth cock and balls. His body 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 spent that he nearly passed out for a brief here and now, until Josh gently ran his helping hand 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 end up me ?"

Tyler grasped his slippery stopcock, 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 rawness. He slowly eased his tool in and out of the boy's mouth as he felt his instant approaching, his drear eyes sealing shut as he focused on the delight emanating from in between his thighs. John Tyler attempted to copy what Josh had performed on him, running his hand up and down his baffle trunk, grasping his amazing abs.

"I'm about to cum."

Tyler pulled Josh's cock out of his lip and jerked it with slow deliberate motions, increasing his focal ratio 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 large atomic pile of boy succus collected around his junk, ejaculating seminal fluid all over his chest of drawers, stomach and Tyler's cheek as he released his equally impressive load. He sighed heavily as his torso high came to an end far sooner than he thought it ought to.

And that's when John Tyler cocked his clenched fist back and nailed Josh foursquare in the jaw, knocking him out low temperature. He grabbed Josh's blue briefs and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid putz past the White waistcloth. He then grabbed his phone out of his blue jean air hole and snapped the final pictures that he needed."Defeating"a high ranking matman like Josh for his start 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 live on feel at the cum-soaked boy. He really and truly liked Josh, but affair were going to need to switch first before anything else happened.

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