Hey ! I hope you guys bask this new chapter. I put considerably to a greater extent fourth dimension and effort into this one ( Most certainly length-wise ). Thanks.

If there was one thing young Tyler didn't like, it was having his shite stolen.

Thomas Young Josh was a superstar athlete on his school's lead squad. He had been mentally conditioned by his father ( 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 whole life, and was thus a fine physical specimen. His Danton True Young coltish legs were particularly brawny, but his cut biceps, his chiseled abs, EVERYTHING about him was the epitome of adolescence without looking elderly than he ought to. His hair was so blonde it was pretty practically snowy, and his bright gentle middle caught sec glances from miss and guys alike. He and his closest friends had been penis of the YBWL for several twelvemonth, Josh being a well-established and high outrank member of the club.

Josh and all of his friends were walking home from shoal one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old President Tyler, walking in the same direction. The long route from shoal led all the way to the local ballpark, where the Ithiel Town's transit scheme was accessed by Pres Young children every day after school day. Tyler was also on the schooling caterpillar track squad, but he was no superstar athlete. His shorter demeanor put him at a serious disadvantage from the former boys, but his fondness was certainly in it. He was of fair physical body, despite his long efforts to create himself otherwise. There was a fourth dimension where Tyler had actually admired Josh ( admired him A LOT, actually ), and it was no orphic to him that he'd always been jealous of Josh. But the young blonde now pretty a good deal despised the star athlete, thanks to his repeated and sequent 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 low mates. Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

"Hey, President Tyler !"

The Whitney Young boy turned around just in metre to receive a Dean Swift boot to the breast. He tumbled down the hill to a more secluded area. Josh didn't want any other passer to see what was about to happen. The hill was nance steep. He stood up and prepared for the upcoming fighting, but he was of course no lucifer against five healthy athletes. 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 tell you, Tyler….."Josh smirked and spit on the ground."Taking your money never gets old."

That was the last thing Tyler remembered before everything went disastrous. He woke up respective minutes later, with his shirt yanked up to his neck and his knickers pulled down to his articulatio talocruralis. His flaccid cock was poking out of his briefs and his wallet was missing, as well as his backpack.

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

Two week later, Tyler overheard a conversation in the cabinet room. It seemed that Josh's parents were going to be out of township for the upcoming weekend. Josh was a little Edward Young to be having parties, so it should be easy to captivate him unattended.

And it was. That Sat Tyler watched as Josh headed down his private road and down his street as he headed to the lead meet on his wheel. As soon as he was out of pile and the coast was sack, 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 house a million clip belatedly at night through that window. He slipped inside and took a look around the house. Josh apparently had a moderately wealthy family. The theatre wasn't exactly huge, but it was furnished well and had three bedroom. He determined that he would most probable blast from Joshes room.

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

He explored Joshes matter, searching for his own belongings. He began to get a piffling excited-he was going to finally be able to have revenge on his greatest foe, and a very attractive one at that ! A Junior member defeating a old stager would certainly mortify Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the front threshold, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a line as he walked into his elbow room, probably in a right mood from performing well. Tyler never got to vie at any of the school trail meet, but Josh was always present. Josh walked into his room and grabbed some strip clothes out of his pants, shutting them loudly as he quickly decided what he wanted to endure. Tyler heard him moult his clothing and walk into the privy 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 exhibitor, but decided not to. That would just end too quickly-he wanted to use up his metre and take mickle of word picture. 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 toilsome. The musky boy olfactory property emanated strongly from the sweat-soaked clothing, and Tyler suddenly found himself deeply inhaling the boy's scent. He was surprised to happen a jockstrap in the agglomerate of vesture. He supposed it helped keep open 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 arena, he slipped off his white undershirt and darkness blue jeans. He then removed his smashed Andrew D. White boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh's jock. Josh really wasn't too much larger than Tyler, and the strap was a decent fit. He felt incredibly hornlike wearing it, though he wasn ‘ t sure why. Tyler then put his clothes back on, throwing his own underclothing into Josh's designated drawer. He stowed himself underneath the bed again and waited.

He soon heard Josh walk out of his bathroom and down the hall to the living room, where he plopped down on the couch and started watching TV. All John 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 right hand. He slowly made his way behind the couch where Josh was sitting, keeping his eyes on the back of his white head and readying himself for any sudden apparent motion. He waited until Josh started laughing at the television platform he was watching, and then finally enacted his revenge. He quickly cradled Josh's top dog in his chest while shoving the rag over his oral fissure, pulling him over the lounge and toppling it in the process. President 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 consistence put up a keen fight, thrashing his peg around and yelling into the fatheaded rag. Perhaps he could have put up a more valorous travail if he hadn't been surprised, but alas he eventually fully succumbed to the gist 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 briefs. He then struggled as he lifted Josh up over his shoulder joint and carried him to his room, throwing him down on the bed like a bag of potatoes. He snapped a few pictures on his cell headphone of his trophy and then went back to the aliveness 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 longest most passionate kiss he had ever delivered in his Whitney Young spirit to the motionless teenager. He was beginning to find really sword lily that he'd gone through with this. After searching the way more thoroughly, he found his backpack and wallet with everything intact. He made sure as shooting to place his things by the door before returning to his knocked out enemy.

Tyler propped the beautiful boy up against the principal display board and grabbed the chloroform-soaked rag, making sure to localize it nearby. He straddled Josh's shank and struck him as hard as he could with the backrest of his hand, rudely awakening the sleeping youth. His gorgeous blue centre appeared behind uncooperative palpebra as he struggled to comprehend his site. President Tyler slapped him again and cupped his Kuki in his hand, staring oceanic abyss into his eyes.

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

He reached behind himself and unmake the grip on his jeans, while exploring his mouth and running his hand through his hair's-breadth. He explored the front of his briefs and tweaked his mammilla as Josh weakly returned the kiss. Tyler applied his rag to Josh's face for a few seconds, his concentrated cock growing as the boy swooned from the trichloromethane. He got up off Josh and took a few delineation, then pulled his feet so he was laid more comfortably across the bed. It took him a few minute to pull Josh's jeans down since the Brigham Young boy wasn't conscious enough to rise his butt off the bed. He left the jeans where they were down at his genu and grasped his turncock through his blasphemous Hanes briefs as he admired the boy that weakly resisted his geographic expedition. The briefs were the same beautiful blue as the boy's middle, while the waistband and y-front were the Saami Patrick White seen in the youth's hairsbreadth. He took another photo, 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 narcotized boy to his human foot. Josh had to lay his head on the cute blonde's berm as he slowly helped him away from the bed, his jeans now pooled around his mortise joint. John Tyler wrapped his arm around the book binding of his head and delivered a DDT heterosexual to the carpeted floor, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the terra firma. John Tyler then grabbed his feet and stretched out the young lad on his stomach. He pulled the Edward White waistband down below his awful ass and explored every crevice of it. While Tyler had more of a"bubble coffin nail ”, Josh had just the most amazingly toned ass. His geezerhood of running had formed two of the most amazing earth of skin and heftiness ever to be felt up by lucky Young Tyler. And"find up"he certainly did, running his hands over his incredible mounds of boy physique, occasionally slapping and tightly gripping his nerve He flipped the boy over, his severely shaft stretching obscenely against the material towards his belly button was the entirely thing holding his legal brief up.

Tyler removed his denim, leaving him in just an undershirt and Josh's jockstrap. This was way too hot to leave those jeans on. He adjusted his tool and kneeled back down to Josh. He ran his hand up and down Josh's tightly stretched computer software, and just about everything else as well. He ran his hand across his chisel torso as he massaged his highly visible pecker up and down, up and down. He took a few moving picture on his phone as he violated the rivet, making sure to include his own smiling facial expression in a few video. 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 prick into every open of Josh that was close to it. President Tyler had to actually force himself to stop acting with himself, or else he would blow his warhead and end his fun. He stroked the Whitney Moore Young Jr. jock's manhood while playing with his cloth-covered Ball. He took in all of Josh's sack with his mouth, licking the cloth with broad chance event of his natural language, encompassing all of his package that he could. Where the was dismount blue devil was now a dark wet spot covering Josh's integral privates 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 smooth he kept his junk, surely no boy at their age ought to be shaving what little they had, right ? Tyler himself had developed a nice bush that he personally was relinquish proud of. He grasped the smooth root of Josh's shaft and ran his hired man up to the tip several multiplication, running his other hired hand along his inner thighs. The Lester Willis Young Adonis slept soundly as no part of his muscular underframe remained undiscovered. Tyler slowly jerked the boy's peter up and down whilst taking a few movie on his phone once again.

President Tyler had never sucked another boy's dick before ( nor had he received such treatment ), and figured that this was as good of a prison term as any to leave it a scene. He parked himself directly in front of the 14 year-old's splayed open legs, laying on his stomach with his chin resting on the boy's breadbasket.

"Cum to papa !"

Tyler took it into his mouth. Slowly at initiative, but gradually quickening his tempo. He remembered lunch board discussions of former son telling repugnance stories of girls that didn't know how to give decent head ( likely 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 sack as he stimulated his organ to the skilful of his power, running his tongue along every surface that his inexperient 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 manage as Josh's beautiful peg scissored his throat from both face, turning the boy on his side of meat in the process. He grasped Tyler's left arm and held it down as the cute young boy attempted to scarper the cargo deck with what limbs he had left, which were just his pegleg since he was laying on his left arm already. Tyler's aspect was buried in Josh's still rock-hard and throbbing cock, both of them knowing total well and Josh being especially grateful that biting was not allowed.

Whitney Young Tyler made sleeveless efforts to get away from the inescapable trap that were Joshes thigh. Slowly he faded into dream land, his thrashing becoming less and less forceful and his ohmic resistance against Josh ‘ s now engaged hands weakened. He offered a few final flutter boot with his pes 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 coltish legs. He held the detention on the motionless teen for a little bit longer, just to stool indisputable he was out moth-eaten, continually groping and feeling the naked ass of the smaller boy as he did so. Once he was cocksure that Tyler was out frigidness, he released him from his scissor hold, removed his briefs from around his ankles, and splayed out his cute Cy Young physical structure. He ran his palm along the boys slopped package, and that's when he noticed his own musky boy smell emanating from the boy's equipment, the fellow design and Jockey logo. 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 bear had a serious crush on him. Hell, it may even still be there. This kid had was willing 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 underclothing ? There was something else going on here. He thought about the way he gazed at him with his big Robert Brown eyes, the way their relationship was a minuscule closer 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 wonderment quickly subsided into wrath. He tossed his now would-be assaulter over his shoulder and then onto his bed and explored his Whitney Moore Young Jr. trunk. He lifted his shirt up above his pap and kissed his secret admirer while exploring his flat stomach. The boy clearly put work into his physical exercise function, but his young and pocket-sized body left little way for improvement. After spending a generous amount of time playing with his bundle, he flipped the rock hard teenager onto his breadbasket, revealing his cute white-hot bubble butt. Josh cupped his hand underneath President Tyler's shift as he ran his prick alongside the unconscious mind boy's crack cocaine, debating whether or not he ought to make out poor young John Tyler.

John Tyler began to conjure. Josh finished removing his shirt and calmly resumed massaging his ass and balls as he slowly came to. He moaned softly and gripped his frontal bone 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 out of the youthful boy. He lifted the boy up into the air as he squeezed him as tight as he could, their erect dick pressing hard into one other 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 effort to get exempt, but to no avail. After what seemed like a very long time, the young boy clad only in a athletic supporter started to fall asleep in Josh's subdivision. His principal laid down over Josh's shoulder and his arms fell to his sides as Josh began to grind him slowly, now supporting Tyler entirely as he continued to crush him with his mighty bear hug. He nibbled on the unconscious boy's and nuzzled his head, pressing his prick hard into the boy's white pouch, obscenely tented up and to the right.

He continued with this for a patch until he finally tired of holding his rag bird, and threw him on the bed. His pegleg dangled over the sharpness of the bed as Josh cupped his cute bulge and massaged his bureau. It was meter 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 scent amidst the boy's fresh scent. He tossed it to the side and played with his ballock as he examined the five-inch cock before him. President Tyler had a minuscule set of pubes nestled above his raging fuckup that matched his blonde hair. Josh watched his breast and dick slowly rise and fall as he slept soundly.

Josh laid President Tyler so that his head laid on the pillow and got prosperous future to him. He licked his palm and played with the boy's dick. He turned his head towards him so he could explore his rima oris and genital organ at the Lapp clip. He picked up Tyler's hand as he tugged on his dick, watching it descend motionless as he molested the sleeping boy. He then wrapped the boy's handwriting around his prick, it jumped as it welcomed the touch. His grip on the sleeping boys cock slowed as he focused on pumping his own cock. He wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder as he scooted closer to him, resting his right thigh beneath his two boldness. He now focused on manipulating both of 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 modification of heart. He straightened the boy out and slapped him gently a few clock time as he tugged on his cock. As soon as he saw that the boy was barely conscious he took all of his member deep into his mouth, tantalizing every bit of boy peter with his tongue as he rested his nose on John Tyler's pubes. Tyler's middle opened wide-eyed as his entire world changed, his pulsing phallus throbbing with pure disco biscuit as he received his low blowjob. He placed his manus on Josh's hair's-breadth as he continued his flak, repeatedly running his palm tree up and down Tyler's fluid bureau and cute tummy as he forced his legs further apart.

Tyler no longer cared about the mates. His feelings for the boy that was assaulting him had suddenly resurfaced as his consistency pumped endorphins into his genius. He felt his rim moving :

"Josh, listen. I'm……"

"Shhhhhh"whispered Josh, pressing his finger to John Tyler's rim and then sealing them closed with his own. Both boys rolled over as they furiously explored each other's organic structure in their spontaneous passion of passion. President Tyler found himself wanting to feel every office of this boy that he just recently despised, both of them feeling as though they couldn't possibly move their rose hip any closer together yet struggling to anyway. Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lube as he placed his tittup side with Tyler's and pumped them furiously. His moaning was cut short by Josh's tongue as he felt himself leaving his body-truly he had never felt greater in his life. He ceased ascendancy of his trunk and allowed Josh to fetch him to Climax.

It goes without saying that untried Tyler erupted, his consistency practically seizing as he blasted seven massive loads of boy jizz all over Josh's placid shaft and clump. His torso lifted up off the bed as he fired away, with Josh never ceasing his pumping of both of their hammer. Tyler was so physically spent that he nearly passed out for a abbreviated consequence, until Josh gently ran his helping hand along his cheek. He looked down at Josh's peter and chunk, soaked with his own boy jizz and leaking of pre-cum.

"Now how about you cease me ?"

John Tyler grasped his slippery cock, and then took it into his mouth and ran his medallion 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 here and now coming, his blue centre sealing shut as he focused on the pleasure emanating from in between his thigh. John Tyler attempted to copy what Josh had performed on him, running his hand up and down his stick torso, grasping his amazing abs.

"I'm about to cum."

Tyler pulled Josh's tool out of his oral cavity and jerked it with slow deliberate motions, increasing his speed slowly as all of the muscles in Josh's body began to visibly contract and heart rate, his breathing becoming incredibly loud as he turned his head back and Forth River. Tyler watched closely as Josh added even more to the large pile of boy juice collected around his junk, ejaculating semen all over his chest, stomach and John Tyler's face 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 toes in the jaw, knocking him out common cold. He grabbed Josh's blue legal brief and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid cock past the white sash. He then grabbed his earpiece out of his denim pouch and snapped the final motion picture that he needed."Defeating"a high ranking wrestler like Josh for his first match ought to get him the friends he needed fast-friends that could protect him from Josh's bullying at school.

President Tyler pulled on the quietus of his clothes and took one lowest tone at the cum-soaked boy. He really and truly liked Josh, but things were going to need to shift first before anything else happened.

He helped himself to the unconscious boy's wallet 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 for certain it was meatloaf Night .