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 Young Tyler didn't like, it was having his horseshit stolen.

Danton True Young Josh was a whiz athlete on his schoolhouse's track team. He had been mentally conditioned by his Fatherhood ( who was once an young, handsome athlete 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 altogether life, and was thus a fine physical specimen. His young frolicky legs were particularly brawny, but his cut biceps, his well-defined abs, EVERYTHING about him was the epitome of adolescence without looking older than he ought to. His hair was so blonde it was pretty much White River, and his burnished blue eyes caught second glances from girls and hombre alike. He and his closest champion had been phallus of the YBWL for various days, Josh being a well-established and high ranking penis of the club.

Josh and all of his friends were walking nursing home from schooling one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old President Tyler, walking in the same instruction. The long path from schooling led all the way to the local green, where the township's transit scheme was accessed by unseasoned shaver every day after school. President Tyler was also on the school rail team, but he was no lead jock. His shorter behavior put him at a serious disadvantage from the other boy, but his heart was certainly in it. He was of median build, despite his farsighted efforts to take a crap himself otherwise. There was a time where Tyler had actually admired Josh ( admired him A LOT, actually ), and it was no private to him that he'd always been envious of Josh. But the young blond now pretty much despised the star jock, 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 coming together and he hadn ‘ t yet fought his first lucifer. Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

"Hey, Tyler !"

The young boy turned around just in prison term to receive a blue-belly kicking to the pectus. He tumbled down the hill to a more secluded country. Josh didn't want any early passer-by to see what was about to happen. The pitcher's mound was fairy steep. He stood up and prepared for the approaching fight, but he was of course no mate against five goodly 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 boys firmly held his arms.

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

That was the last thing Tyler remembered before everything went black. He woke up several bit later, with his shirt yanked up to his neck opening and his pants pulled down to his ankles. His flaccid cock was poking out of his briefs and his wallet was missing, as well as his knapsack.

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

Two weeks later, Tyler overheard a conversation in the storage locker room. It seemed that Josh's parents were going to be out of townsfolk for the upcoming weekend. Josh was a little young to be having parties, so it should be leisurely to catch him unattended.

And it was. That Sabbatum Tyler watched as Josh headed down his driveway and down his street as he headed to the track meet on his wheel. As soon as he was out of sight and the coast was clear, he slipped across the street and over the fencing into his backyard. He knew that Josh left his bedroom windowpane unlocked, he had overheard him bragging about sneaking out of his house a million times late at night through that windowpane. He slipped inside and took a looking at around the theatre. Josh apparently had a moderately affluent family. The house wasn't exactly huge, but it was furnished well and had three bedrooms. He determined that he would most likely onslaught from Joshes room.

You see, I forgot to mention that extremity of the YBWL were allowed to start a mate at ANY time. He simply needed a picture of his naked opponent covered in cum as proof of his triumph. And he didn't program on fighting fair, either. He had managed to prevail a bottle of chloroform after stumbling across it one day in his dad lockbox, among early 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 little excited-he was going to finally be capable to have revenge on his greatest foe, and a very attractive one at that ! A next-to-last member defeating a veteran would certainly abase Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the front doorway, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a melodic line as he walked into his room, probably in a good mood from performing well. Tyler never got to compete at any of the schoolhouse caterpillar track sports meeting, but Josh was always present. Josh walked into his room and grabbed some clean-living clothes out of his drawer, shutting them loudly as he quickly decided what he wanted to hold out. Tyler heard him cast off his vesture and manner of walking into the bathroom across the dorm. Soon running water could be heard. He slid out from underneath the bed.

He debated chloroforming the stud while he was in the exhibitor, but decided not to. That would just end too quickly-he wanted to consider his time and lease plenty of pictures. He decided that he would get the first knockout after Josh had settled down for a consequence. He noticed Josh's discarded uniform on the floor and was instantly difficult. The musky boy olfactory sensation emanated strongly from the sweat-soaked clothing, and Tyler suddenly found himself deeply inhaling the boy's fragrance. He was surprised to rule a suspensor in the pile of clothing. He supposed it helped keep his boy parts where they needed to be, but still found it pretty strange. Even stranger to Tyler was the idea and desire he suddenly felt. After breathing deeply from the crotch domain, he slipped off his white undershirt and drab puritanic jeans. He then removed his tight white boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh's jockstrap. Josh really wasn't too a great deal turgid than Tyler, and the strap was a decent fit. He felt incredibly horny wearing it, though he wasn ‘ t sure why. President 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 student residence to the livelihood way, 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 powerful hand. He slowly made his way behind the couch where Josh was sitting, keeping his eye on the back of his whiteness head and readying himself for any sudden bm. He waited until Josh started laughing at the goggle box plan he was watching, and then finally enacted his revenge. He quickly cradled Josh's head in his chest while shoving the rag over his mouthpiece, pulling him over the couch and toppling it in the procedure. Tyler wrapped all of his limbs around Josh as tight as he could as the unseasoned boy realized what was happening to him and struggled to free himself. His powerful torso put up a cracking engagement, thrashing his branch around and yelling into the stocky rag. Perhaps he could possess put up a more valorous feat if he hadn't been surprised, but alas he eventually fully succumbed to the effect of the chloroform and fell limp

Tyler stood up and slipped off Josh's T-shirt, exposing his incredibly toned body as well as the white waistband of his legal brief. He then struggled as he lifted Josh up over his shoulder and carried him to his elbow room, throwing him down on the bed like a bag of murphy. He snapped a few word picture on his cell phone 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 future to him, and planted the farsighted most passionate kiss he had ever delivered in his young life to the motionless stripling. He was beginning to feel really gladiola 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 matter by the door before returning to his knocked out enemy.

Tyler propped the beautiful boy up against the head plug-in and grabbed the chloroform-soaked rag, making certainly to place it nearby. He straddled Josh's waist and struck him as hard as he could with the cover of his handwriting, rudely awakening the sleeping youth. His gorgeous blue eyes appeared behind uncooperative lid as he struggled to comprehend his situation. Tyler slapped him again and cupped his Chin in his manus, 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 dungaree, while exploring his sassing and running his hand through his hair. He explored the forepart of his briefs and tweaked his nipples as Josh weakly returned the kiss. Tyler applied his rag to Josh's face for a few seconds, his unvoiced cock growing as the boy swooned from the chloroform. He got up off Josh and took a few moving picture, then pulled his feet so he was laid more comfortably across the bed. It took him a few bit to pull Josh's jean down since the young boy wasn't conscious enough to rescind his butt off the bed. He left the denim where they were down at his knees and grasped his cock through his blue Hanes briefs as he admired the boy that weakly resisted his geographic expedition. The Jockey shorts were the same beautiful blue as the boy's eyes, while the waistband and y-front were the same white seen in the youth's hair. He took another picture, 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 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 blue jean now pooled around his ankles. John Tyler wrapped his arm around the backrest of his nous and delivered a DDT straight to the carpeted level, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the basis. John Tyler then grabbed his ft and stretched out the young lad on his stomach. He pulled the white waistband down below his flummox ass and explored every crevice of it. While Tyler had More of a"bubble laughingstock ”, Josh had just the most amazingly modulate ass. His years of running had formed two of the most amazing world of skin and musculus ever to be felt up by lucky young Tyler. And"feel up"he certainly did, running his handwriting over his unbelievable hammock of boy chassis, occasionally slapping and tightly gripping his cheek He flipped the boy over, his hard cock stretching obscenely against the fabric towards his belly clit was the merely thing holding his briefs up.

Tyler removed his jeans, leaving him in just an undershirt and Josh's jockstrap. This was way too hot to result those jeans on. He adjusted his cock and kneeled back down to Josh. He ran his 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 seeable cock up and down, up and down. He took a few pictures on his phone as he violated the scantling, making certain to include his own smiling facial expression in a few ikon. 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 cock into every aerofoil of Josh that was secretive to it. Tyler had to actually force himself to barricade playing with himself, or else he would waste his burden and end his fun. He stroked the young athlete's manhood while playing with his cloth-covered balls. He took in all of Josh's protrude with his sass, licking the material with panoptic strokes of his tongue, encompassing all of his package that he could. Where the was unhorse Amytal was now a dark wet spot covering Josh's intact crotch area.

He pulled his brief down to his ankle, revealing a surprisingly smooth 6 inch boy shaft at wide mast, shooting towards his naval. He was surprised at how smooth he kept his junk, surely no boy at their age ought to be shaving what lilliputian they had, right ? Tyler himself had developed a nice George Bush that he personally was stop proud of. He grasped the tranquil floor of Josh's putz and ran his hand up to the tip several times, running his other hired man along his inner thighs. The Lester Willis Young adonis slept soundly as no part of his muscular physical body remained unexplored. Tyler slowly jerked the boy's cock up and down whilst taking a few pictures on his phone once again.

President Tyler had never sucked another boy's dick before ( nor had he received such discussion ), and figured that this was as soundly of a metre as any to open it a shot. He parked himself directly in front of the 14 year-old's splayed overt wooden leg, laying on his tum with his chin resting on the boy's tummy.

"Cum to papa !"

Tyler took it into his back talk. Slowly at first, but gradually quickening his pace. He remembered luncheon tabular array treatment of other boys telling horror stories of fille that didn't know how to turn over decent foreland ( probable just typical teenage discharge boasting, 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 electronic organ to the best of his ability, running his tongue along every aerofoil that his inexperienced throat could hold 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 manage as Josh's beautiful ramification scissored his pharynx from both face, 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 break away the hold with what limbs he had left, which were just his legs since he was laying on his left arm already. Tyler's brass was buried in Josh's still rock-hard and throbbing peter, both of them knowing full well and Josh being especially grateful that biting was not allowed.

offspring John Tyler made otiose feat to get away from the inescapable trap that were Joshes thigh. Slowly he faded into dream dry land, his thrashing becoming less and less forceful and his resistance against Josh ‘ s now occupy hands weakened. He offered a few final exam flutter charge with his base as Josh massaged the front of his suspensor. Finally, after what felt like forever to Josh, the cute 13 year-old passed out between his rollicking legs. He held the detention on the motionless stripling for a little bit longer, just to make sure he was out cold, continually groping and feeling the publicize ass of the small-scale boy as he did so. Once he was prescribed that John Tyler was out inhuman, he released him from his scissor hold, removed his brief from around his ankles, and splayed out his cute Whitney Young soundbox. He ran his palm along the male child unwavering package, and that's when he noticed his own musky boy smell emanating from the boy's equipment, the familiar conception and Jockey logo. This was his jockstrap.

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

He hadn't really considered it before, but this kid may hold had a sober crush on him. Hell, it may even still be there. This kid had was willing to snarf into his house and attack him, that showed how much he obviously hated him. But to do that and put on the swell's underwear ? There was something else going on here. He thought about the way he gazed at him with his big brown heart, the way their 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 standardized thoughts….I mean, the kid was pretty cute….

But his feel of flattery and esteem quickly subsided into anger. He tossed his now manque aggressor over his shoulder and then onto his bed and explored his young physical structure. He lifted his shirt up above his pap and kissed his secret protagonist while exploring his categorical tummy. The boy clearly put work into his workout subroutine, but his Whitney Moore Young Jr. and small body left little room for improvement. After spending a generous amount of meter playing with his package, he flipped the rock music surd stripling onto his stomach, revealing his cute white bubble stub. Josh cupped his hand underneath Tyler's sack as he ran his cock alongside the unconscious mind boy's quip, debating whether or not he ought to fuck poor immature Tyler.

Tyler began to arouse. Josh finished removing his shirt and calmly resumed massaging his ass and testicle 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, squeezing the life history out of the young boy. He lifted the boy up into the air as he squeezed him as tight as he could, their rear cocks pressing hard into one former as John Tyler struggled to release himself. Josh turned his organic structure to and fro, holding John Tyler up off the ground, He pounded on Josh's back in a futile effort to get spare, but to no avail. After what seemed like a very yearn time, the offspring boy clad only in a jock started to fall asleep in Josh's branch. His headspring laid down over Josh's shoulder and his arms fell to his side as Josh began to grind him slowly, now supporting Tyler entirely as he continued to crush him with his mighty bear hug. He nibbled on the unconscious boy's and nuzzled his head, pressing his putz hard into the boy's gabardine 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 edge of the bed as Josh cupped his cute bulge and massaged his chest. It was time to get this kid naked. He lifted the boy legs up above his shoulders and removed his own jockstrap from the teen. He breathed in the scent heavily, smelling his own musky aroma amidst the boy's fresh scent. He tossed it to the side and played with his balls as he examined the five-inch dick before him. Tyler had a small set of pubis nestled above his raging boner that matched his blonde hair. Josh watched his chest and dick slowly hike and fall as he slept soundly.

Josh laid John Tyler so that his straits laid on the pillow and got easy next to him. He licked his decoration and played with the boy's dick. He turned his head towards him so he could explore his lip and genitals at the Sami time. He picked up Tyler's hand as he tugged on his dick, watching it fall motionless as he molested the quiescence boy. He then wrapped the boy's hand around his pecker, it jumped as it welcomed the touch. His handle on the sleeping boys cock slowed as he focused on pumping his own prick. He wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder joint as he scooted nigh to him, resting his powerful thigh beneath his two cheeks. He now focused on manipulating both of Tyler's hands as he jerked his cock with one paw and fondled his formal with the former. He quickly felt himself approaching ejaculation as he gazed at the sleeping boy, and suddenly he had a variety of centre. He straightened the boy out and slapped him gently a few prison term as he tugged on his turncock. As soon as he saw that the boy was barely conscious he took all of his member deep into his rima oris, tantalizing every bit of boy pecker with his tongue as he rested his nose on John Tyler's pubis. Tyler's oculus opened blanket as his entire creation changed, his pulsing member throbbing with pure ecstasy as he received his for the first time blowjob. He placed his hired man on Josh's pilus as he continued his onrush, repeatedly running his palm up and down Tyler's unruffled chest and cute potbelly as he forced his legs 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 brainpower. He felt his lips moving :

"Josh, listen. I'm……"

"Shhhhhh"whispered Josh, pressing his finger's breadth to Tyler's brim and then sealing them closed with his own. Both son rolled over as they furiously explored each other's bodies in their spontaneous heat of passion. Tyler found himself wanting to find every persona of this boy that he just recently despised, both of them feeling as though they couldn't possibly make a motion their hip joint any closer together yet struggling to anyway. President Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lubricant as he placed his cock slope with Tyler's and pumped them furiously. His moaning was cut dead by Josh's clapper as he felt himself leaving his body-truly he had never felt heavy in his life-time. He ceased ascendence of his eubstance and allowed Josh to get him to Climax.

It goes without saying that unseasoned Tyler erupted, his consistence practically seizing as he blasted seven massive loads of boy jizz all over Josh's smooth pecker and balls. His body lifted up off the bed as he fired away, with Josh never ceasing his pumping of both of their prick. Tyler was so physically spent that he nearly passed out for a brief moment, until Josh gently ran his hand along his impertinence. He looked down at Josh's cock and ball, soaked with his own boy jizz and leaking of pre-cum.

"Now how about you finish me ?"

Tyler grasped his slippery pecker, and then took it into his mouth and ran his thenar all across his smooth formal. Josh fucked the boy's mouth until he started sputtering and remembered his rawness. He slowly eased his shaft in and out of the boy's mouth as he felt his consequence approaching, his puritanical centre sealing shut as he focused on the pleasure emanating from in between his second joint. John Tyler attempted to simulate what Josh had performed on him, running his hired man up and down his amazing torso, grasping his amazing abs.

"I'm about to cum."

Tyler pulled Josh's prick out of his rima oris and jerked it with slow deliberate motility, increasing his stop number slowly as all of the brawn in Josh's body began to visibly contract and pulse, his breathing becoming incredibly tatty as he turned his straits back and forth. Tyler watched closely as Josh added even more to the great pile of boy juice collected around his junk, ejaculating semen all over his breast, stomach and Tyler's face as he released his equally impressive load. He sighed heavily as his body high came to an end far sooner than he thought it ought to.

And that's when Tyler cocked his fist back and nailed Josh square in the jaw, knocking him out frigidity. He grabbed Josh's blue briefs and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid rooster past the albumen girdle. He then grabbed his headphone out of his denim pocket and snapped the final pic that he needed."Defeating"a high school ranking grappler like Josh for his first mate ought to get him the friends he needed fast-friends that could protect him from Josh's bullying at school.

Tyler pulled on the rest of his apparel and took one conclusion look at the cum-soaked boy. He really and truly liked Josh, but things were going to need 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 place for dinner soon. He was pretty sure it was meatloaf night .