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If there was one thing Danton True Young President Tyler didn't like, it was having his shit stolen.

Young Josh was a headliner athlete on his school day's track squad. He had been mentally conditioned by his Father ( who was once an vernal, handsome jock himself. ) to consider that he was truly sound than everybody else. A inviolable ego is healthy for a growing boy, after all. The 14 year old had been working out his unanimous life, and was thus a ticket physical specimen. His young coltish legs were particularly sinewy, but his cut biceps, his chiseled abs, EVERYTHING about him was the epitome of adolescence without looking older than he ought to. His haircloth was so blonde it was pretty a good deal white, and his bright blue eyes caught 2d glances from female child and guys alike. He and his closest Quaker had been member of the YBWL for respective year, Josh being a well-established and high gear ranking member of the club.

Josh and all of his acquaintance were walking place from school one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old Tyler, walking in the Same direction. The long path from school led all the way to the local parking lot, where the town's transportation organisation was accessed by Young tiddler every day after school. Tyler was also on the school caterpillar tread team, but he was no star athlete. His shorter demeanor put him at a serious disadvantage from the other boys, but his kernel was certainly in it. He was of fair physical body, despite his long efforts to make himself otherwise. There was a time where John Tyler had actually admired Josh ( admired him A LOT, actually ), and it was no undercover to him that he'd always been green-eyed of Josh. But the young blonde now pretty practically despised the asterisk jock, thanks to his repeated and successive attempt to abase and bully him. He too was a member of the YBWL, but only recently- Josh hadn't yet seen him at any of the merging and he hadn ‘ t yet fought his first of all peer. Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

"Hey, Tyler !"

The young boy turned around just in meter to receive a western fence lizard kick to the chest. He tumbled down the hill to a more secluded area. Josh didn't want any former passer to see what was about to happen. The hill was fairy steep. He stood up and prepared for the upcoming fight, but he was of course no match against five salubrious athletes. He was surrounded and detained quickly so that Josh could do whatever he wanted to him. None of this was anything new. John Tyler struggled as the boys firmly held his arms.

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

That was the last affair Tyler remembered before everything went black. He woke up several transactions later, with his shirt yanked up to his neck and his knickers pulled down to his ankle joint. His flaccid shaft was poking out of his briefs and his wallet was missing, as well as his backpack.

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

Two week 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 party, so it should be wanton to beguile him unattended.

And it was. That Saturday Tyler watched as Josh headed down his drive and down his street as he headed to the racecourse sports meeting on his cycle. As soon as he was out of mint and the seashore was acquit, he slipped across the street and over the fence into his backyard. He knew that Josh left his sleeping room window unlocked, he had overheard him bragging about sneaking out of his home a million times late at night through that windowpane. He slipped inside and took a look around the house. Josh apparently had a moderately wealthy home. The house wasn't exactly huge, but it was furnished well and had three sleeping room. He determined that he would most likely attack from Joshes room.

You see, I forgot to mention that fellow member of the YBWL were allowed to pioneer a mate at ANY time. He simply needed a picture of his naked opponent covered in cum as substantiation of his victory. And he didn't design on fighting fair, either. He had managed to obtain a bottleful of chloroform after stumbling across it one day in his dads lockbox, among other things that he either had no intent of using or didn't understand.

He explored Joshes matter, searching for his own holding. He began to get a slight excited-he was going to finally be able-bodied to have retaliation on his greatest foe, and a very attractive one at that ! A Jnr member defeating a veteran would certainly humble Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the breast doorway, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a tune as he walked into his room, probably in a effective humour from performing well. Tyler never got to compete at any of the school course sports meeting, but Josh was always present. Josh walked into his room and grabbed some clean dress out of his underdrawers, shutting them loudly as he quickly decided what he wanted to tire. Tyler heard him shed his clothing and walking into the lavatory across the foyer. 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 his clip and exact plentifulness of pictures. He decided that he would get the first gear knockout after Josh had settled down for a moment. He noticed Josh's discarded uniform on the floor and was instantly tough. The musky boy scent emanated strongly from the sweat-soaked clothing, and President Tyler suddenly found himself deeply inhaling the boy's scent. He was surprised to find a supporter in the mess of clothing. He supposed it helped hold his boy section where they needed to be, but still found it pretty strange. Even stranger to Tyler was the approximation and desire he suddenly felt. After breathing deeply from the crotch area, he slipped off his White undershirt and dark blue denim. He then removed his pissed Patrick Victor Martindale White boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh's supporter. Josh really wasn't too practically larger than Tyler, and the strap was a decent fit. He felt incredibly ruttish wearing it, though he wasn ‘ t sure why. John Tyler then put his wearing apparel back on, throwing his own underwear into Josh's designated drawer. He stowed himself underneath the bed again and waited.

He soon heard Josh walk out of his bathroom and down the hall to the sustenance elbow room, where he plopped down on the sofa 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 decently hand. He slowly made his way behind the couch where Josh was sitting, keeping his eyes on the spine of his gabardine head word and readying himself for any sudden drift. He waited until Josh started laughing at the television political program he was watching, and then finally enacted his revenge. He quickly cradled Josh's head in his chest while shoving the rag over his mouth, pulling him over the sofa and toppling it in the process. John Tyler wrapped all of his tree branch around Josh as tight as he could as the young boy realized what was happening to him and struggled to liberate himself. His powerful soundbox put up a slap-up conflict, thrashing his peg around and yelling into the thickset rag. Perhaps he could make put up a more valiant effort if he hadn't been surprised, but alas he eventually fully succumbed to the core of the trichloromethane and fell limp

Tyler stood up and slipped off Josh's jersey, exposing his incredibly toned body as well as the white waistband of his brief. He then struggled as he lifted Josh up over his berm and carried him to his way, throwing him down on the bed like a bag of Solanum tuberosum. He snapped a few pictures on his cell speech sound of his prize and then went back to the living room to clean up up the furniture. He then walked back into Josh's way, plopped himself on the bed next to him, and planted the longest to the highest degree passionate kiss he had ever delivered in his young life sentence to the motionless teen. He was beginning to feel really gladiola that he'd gone through with this. After searching the elbow room more thoroughly, he found his backpack and wallet with everything entire. He made sure enough to invest his affair by the door before returning to his knocked out enemy.

Tyler propped the beautiful boy up against the head board and grabbed the chloroform-soaked rag, making sure as shooting to order it nearby. He straddled Josh's waist and struck him as hard as he could with the rachis of his hand, rudely awakening the sleeping youth. His gorgeous gamey eyes appeared behind uncooperative eyelids as he struggled to comprehend his situation. President Tyler slapped him again and cupped his chin in his paw, staring deep into his eyes.

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

He reached behind himself and undid the clutches on his denim, while exploring his mouth and running his hired man through his hair. He explored the front of his briefs and tweaked his nipples as Josh weakly returned the kiss. Tyler applied his rag to Josh's aspect for a few bit, his hard tool growing as the boy swooned from the trichloromethane. He got up off Josh and took a few pictures, then pulled his feet so he was laid more comfortably across the bed. It took him a few mo to pull Josh's jeans down since the youth boy wasn't conscious enough to lift his butt off the bed. He left the jeans where they were down at his knees and grasped his cock through his amobarbital sodium Hanes Jockey shorts as he admired the boy that weakly resisted his exploration. The briefs were the same beautiful blue as the boy's eye, while the waistband and y-front were the same clean seen in the youth's hair. He took another picture, and then proceeded to pick apart out the boy out again.

But he was done being gentle about it. He stood up off the bed and slowly lifted the drugged boy to his invertebrate foot. Josh had to lay his oral sex on the cute blonde's shoulder as he slowly helped him away from the bed, his denim now pooled around his mortise joint. Tyler wrapped his arm around the spine of his headland and delivered a DDT straight to the carpeted floor, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the terra firma. John Tyler then grabbed his understructure and stretched out the young lad on his stomach. He pulled the white waistband down below his amazing ass and explored every crevice of it. While Tyler had more of a"eruct derriere ”, Josh had just the most amazingly tone up ass. His eld of running had formed two of the most amazing orb of skin and muscle ever to be felt up by lucky immature Tyler. And"finger up"he certainly did, running his deal over his incredible mounds of boy soma, occasionally slapping and tightly gripping his impudence He flipped the boy over, his hard pecker stretching obscenely against the material towards his belly button was the only thing holding his brief 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 tool and kneeled back down to Josh. He ran his hired man 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 peter up and down, up and down. He took a few video on his earpiece as he violated the macho-man, making for certain to include his own smiling boldness in a few motion picture. He turned him over and slapped his ass a few to a greater extent multiplication, making surely to cup his bare skin forcefully between smacks while grinding his pecker into every surface of Josh that was closest to it. Tyler had to actually force himself to stop playing with himself, or else he would botch his shipment and end his fun. He stroked the Pres Young athlete's humanness while playing with his cloth-covered orb. He took in all of Josh's sack with his mouth, licking the material with broad accident of his tongue, encompassing all of his package that he could. Where the was light blue was now a dark wet spot covering Josh's integral crotch area.

He pulled his briefs down to his ankles, revealing a surprisingly tranquil 6 column inch boy hammer at replete 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 gracious bush that he personally was quit proud of. He grasped the smooth out base of Josh's turncock and ran his hired man up to the tip several sentence, running his other hand along his inner thighs. The young Adonis slept soundly as no constituent of his muscular frame remained undiscovered. Tyler slowly jerked the boy's dick up and down whilst taking a few pictures on his phone once again.

President Tyler had never sucked another boy's tool before ( nor had he received such treatment ), and figured that this was as good of a sentence as any to give it a shot. He parked himself directly in nominal head of the 14 year-old's splayed open legs, laying on his stomach with his Chin resting on the boy's tummy.

"Cum to papa !"

Tyler took it into his oral fissure. Slowly at first, but gradually quickening his yard. He remembered lunch table discussion of early male child telling horror floor of little girl that didn't bang how to throw decent school principal ( belike just typical teenage vacuous jactitation, considering their age ), and attempted to use the information he had heard, being especially mindful of his tooth. He fondled Josh's nut pocket as he stimulated his organ to the best of his ability, 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 unshakable rod. After this continued for a while, it was sure that he had to cum soon.

Suddenly Tyler felt his forefront being clamped shut."mmmmphf !"was all that he could finagle as Josh's beautiful legs scissored his throat from both sides, turning the boy on his position in the process. He grasped John Tyler's left arm and held it down as the cute Loretta Young boy attempted to escape the cargo deck with what limbs he had left, which were just his branch since he was laying on his lead arm already. Tyler's font was buried in Josh's still rock-hard and throbbing cock, both of them knowing to the full well and Josh being especially grateful that biting was not allowed.

Young Tyler made sleeveless travail to get away from the ineluctable snare that were Joshes thighs. Slowly he faded into dream nation, his thrashing becoming less and less forceful and his resistivity against Josh ‘ s now engaged hired hand weakened. He offered a few last disruption boot with his understructure as Josh massaged the front of his supporter. Finally, after what felt like forever to Josh, the cute 13 year-old passed out between his rollicking pegleg. He held the detainment on the motionless stripling for a lilliputian bit longer, just to make sure he was out cold, continually groping and feeling the strip ass of the smaller boy as he did so. Once he was confident that Tyler was out cold, he released him from his scissor hold, removed his briefs from around his ankle, and splayed out his cute Loretta Young organic structure. He ran his laurel wreath along the boy stiff software system, and that's when he noticed his own musky boy smell emanating from the boy's equipment, the associate design and Jockey logotype. This was his jockstrap.

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

He hadn't really considered it before, but this kid may hold had a grave puppy love on him. Hell, it may even still be there. This kid had was willing to abstract into his house and attack him, that showed how much he obviously hated him. But to do that and put on the buster's underwear ? There was something else going on here. He thought about the way he gazed at him with his big Brown oculus, the way their family relationship was a lilliputian 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 belief of flattery and esteem quickly subsided into ira. He tossed his now manque assailant over his shoulder and then onto his bed and explored his young body. He lifted his shirt up above his pap and kissed his hush-hush admirer while exploring his flat belly. The boy clearly put oeuvre into his physical exertion routine, but his Brigham Young and modest physical structure left little room for betterment. After spending a generous amount of money of time playing with his package, he flipped the sway hard adolescent onto his tum, revealing his cute white bubble butt. Josh cupped his hand underneath Tyler's sack as he ran his cock alongside the unconscious boy's crack, debating whether or not he ought to know miserable young Tyler.

Tyler began to stir. Josh finished removing his shirt and calmly resumed massaging his ass and chunk 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 biography out of the untried boy. He lifted the boy up into the air as he squeezed him as tight as he could, their erect pecker pressing hard into one other as Tyler struggled to release himself. Josh turned his body to and fro, holding Tyler up off the terra firma, He pounded on Josh's back in a unavailing effort to get free, but to no avail. After what seemed like a very longsighted fourth dimension, the immature boy clad only in a jockstrap started to decrease asleep in Josh's arms. His oral sex laid down over Josh's shoulder and his blazon fell to his sides as Josh began to toil him slowly, now supporting President Tyler entirely as he continued to demolish him with his mighty bear hug. He nibbled on the unconscious boy's and nuzzled his forefront, pressing his peter hard into the boy's white pouch, obscenely tented up and to the right.

He continued with this for a while until he finally tired of holding his rag chick, and threw him on the bed. His legs dangled over the edge of the bed as Josh cupped his cute gibbousness and massaged his chest. It was time to get this kid naked. He lifted the boys legs up above his shoulders and removed his own jock from the teen. He breathed in the fragrance heavily, smelling his own musky odor amidst the boy's brisk smell. He tossed it to the position and played with his balls as he examined the five-inch cock before him. John Tyler had a modest set of pubes nestled above his raging boner that matched his blonde tomentum. Josh watched his chest and dick slowly acclivity and gloam as he slept soundly.

Josh laid President Tyler so that his head laid on the pillow and got comfortable future to him. He licked his palm and played with the boy's pecker. He turned his head towards him so he could explore his mouth and crotch at the like time. He picked up Tyler's hand as he tugged on his shaft, watching it fall motionless as he molested the sleeping boy. He then wrapped the boy's hand around his cock, it jumped as it welcomed the speck. His grip on the sleeping boy 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 veracious thigh beneath his two cheeks. He now focused on manipulating both of Tyler's script as he jerked his hammer with one helping 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 times as he tugged on his stopcock. 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 cock with his knife as he rested his nose on Tyler's pubic region. Tyler's middle opened wide as his full world changed, his pulsing appendage throbbing with pure ecstasy as he received his first of all blowjob. He placed his hired man on Josh's hairsbreadth as he continued his flack, repeatedly running his palm tree up and down Tyler's smooth chest and cunning pot as he forced his legs further apart.

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

"Josh, listen. I'm……"

"Shhhhhh"whispered Josh, pressing his finger to Tyler's lips and then sealing them closed with his own. Both son rolled over as they furiously explored each other's consistence in their self-generated 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 locomote their pelvic girdle any closer together yet struggling to anyway. Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lubricate as he placed his dick English with Tyler's and pumped them furiously. His moaning was cut short circuit by Josh's spit as he felt himself leaving his body-truly he had never felt cracking in his life story. He ceased control of his physical structure and allowed Josh to bring him to Climax.

It goes without saying that Danton True Young Tyler erupted, his physical structure practically seizing as he blasted seven massive loads of boy jizz all over Josh's smooth cock and globe. 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 spend that he nearly passed out for a abbreviated second, until Josh gently ran his deal along his cheek. He looked down at Josh's cock and chunk, soaked with his own boy jizz and leaking of pre-cum.

"Now how about you finish up me ?"

Tyler grasped his slippery cock, and then took it into his mouth and ran his palm tree all across his smooth Lucille Ball. 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 approaching, his blue middle 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 script up and down his awe-inspiring body, grasping his amazing abs.

"I'm about to cum."

John Tyler pulled Josh's stopcock out of his backtalk and jerked it with tedious deliberate motions, increasing his speed slowly as all of the muscles in Josh's organic structure began to visibly contract and pulse, his breathing becoming incredibly tawdry as he turned his head word back and forth. Tyler watched closely as Josh added even more to the orotund pile of boy succus collected around his debris, ejaculating semen all over his bureau, stomach and Tyler's fount as he released his equally impressive encumbrance. 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 clenched fist back and nailed Josh square in the jaw, knocking him out cold. He grabbed Josh's blue Jockey shorts and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid prick past the white waistband. He then grabbed his phone out of his jeans pocket and snapped the final pictures 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.

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 convert first before anything else happened.

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