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

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

Cy Young Josh was a star athlete on his school's racecourse team. He had been mentally conditioned by his father ( who was once an young, handsome athlete himself. ) to think 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 Loretta Young coltish legs were particularly muscular, but his cut biceps, his well-defined abs, EVERYTHING about him was the paradigm of adolescence without looking older than he ought to. His hair was so blonde it was pretty practically white, and his shiny gentle oculus caught second glances from girls and guy rope alike. He and his closest acquaintance had been members of the YBWL for several twelvemonth, Josh being a well-established and high ranking appendage of the club.

Josh and all of his friends were walking menage from school one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old Tyler, walking in the Lapp centering. The long itinerary from schooling led all the way to the local anaesthetic commons, where the town's transit system of rules was accessed by Lester Willis Young tyke every day after school. Tyler was also on the school caterpillar track team, but he was no star athlete. His shorter demeanor put him at a serious disadvantage from the other boys, but his eye was certainly in it. He was of average form, despite his long cause to urinate himself otherwise. There was a time where Tyler had actually admired Josh ( admired him A LOT, actually ), and it was no hush-hush to him that he'd always been jealous of Josh. But the young blond now pretty much despised the star athlete, thanks to his repeated and successive cause to humiliate and bully him. He too was a penis of the YBWL, but only recently- Josh hadn't yet seen him at any of the meetings and he hadn ‘ t yet fought his first gear lucifer. Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

"Hey, President Tyler !"

The Thomas Young boy turned around just in time to receive a swift kick to the chest. He tumbled down the hill to a more withdraw area. Josh didn't want any former passerby to see what was about to happen. The hill was fag steep. He stood up and prepared for the forthcoming scrap, but he was of course no match 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. John Tyler struggled as the son firmly held his arms.

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

That was the last matter President Tyler remembered before everything went black. He woke up several minutes later, with his shirt yanked up to his neck opening and his gasp 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 last straw. He decided that he had had enough. He began to plan his revenge.

Two hebdomad later, John Tyler overheard a conversation in the locker room. It seemed that Josh's parents were going to be out of town for the approaching weekend. Josh was a piddling young to be having parties, so it should be easy to watch him unattended.

And it was. That Saturday Tyler watched as Josh headed down his driveway and down his street as he headed to the track meet on his bike. As soon as he was out of sight and the coast was clear, 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 fourth dimension recent at nighttime through that windowpane. He slipped inside and took a look around the house. 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 potential attempt from Joshes room.

You see, I forgot to mention that members of the YBWL were allowed to initiate a mates at ANY clock time. He simply needed a picture of his naked opponent covered in cum as proof 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 dada lockbox, among early things 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 able to have revenge on his greatest foe, and a very attractive one at that ! A Junior appendage defeating a veteran would certainly humiliate Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the figurehead threshold, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a tune as he walked into his way, probably in a unspoiled mood from performing well. Tyler never got to compete at any of the school day lead meets, but Josh was always give. 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. John Tyler heard him throw off his vesture and paseo into the lav across the anteroom. Soon running piddle could be heard. He slid out from underneath the bed.

He debated chloroforming the stud poker while he was in the rain shower, but decided not to. That would just end too quickly-he wanted to admit his time and take plenty of flick. He decided that he would get the offset knockout after Josh had settled down for a moment. He noticed Josh's discarded uniform on the flooring and was instantly arduous. The musky boy olfactory property emanated strongly from the sweat-soaked clothing, and Tyler suddenly found himself deeply inhaling the boy's odour. He was surprised to get a suspensor in the piling of wear. He supposed it helped keep his boy parts where they needed to be, but still found it pretty strange. Even unusual to Tyler was the melodic theme 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 fast clean boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh's jockstrap. Josh really wasn't too much prominent than Tyler, and the shoulder strap was a decent fit. He felt incredibly horny wearing it, though he wasn ‘ t trusted why. 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 hallway to the living room, 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 mightily script. He slowly made his way behind the frame where Josh was sitting, keeping his eyes on the back of his Stanford White caput and readying himself for any sudden movement. He waited until Josh started laughing at the television 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 couch and toppling it in the operation. 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 physical structure put up a keen fight, thrashing his branch around and yelling into the wooden-headed rag. Perhaps he could have put up a more valiant endeavor if he hadn't been surprised, but alas he eventually fully succumbed to the issue of the trichloromethane and fell limp

Tyler stood up and slipped off Josh's T-shirt, exposing his incredibly toned torso as well as the Patrick White sash of his Jockey shorts. 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 potatoes. He snapped a few motion picture on his cubicle phone of his trophy and then went back to the bread and butter room to tidy up up the furniture. He then walked back into Josh's elbow room, plopped himself on the bed next to him, and planted the foresightful to the highest degree passionate kiss he had ever delivered in his new life history to the motionless teen. He was beginning to feel really glad that he'd gone through with this. After searching the elbow room more thoroughly, he found his knapsack and pocketbook with everything inviolate. He made sure to identify his things by the room access before returning to his knocked out enemy.

John Tyler propped the beautiful boy up against the oral sex board and grabbed the chloroform-soaked rag, making sure as shooting to place it nearby. He straddled Josh's waist and struck him as hard as he could with the back of his hand, rudely awakening the sleeping young person. His gorgeous blue eyes appeared behind uncooperative eyelids as he struggled to comprehend his state of affairs. Tyler slapped him again and cupped his chin in his helping hand, staring deep into his eyes.

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

He reached behind himself and loosen the clasp on his dungaree, while exploring his oral fissure and running his hand through his hair. He explored the front end of his briefs and tweaked his nipples as Josh weakly returned the candy kiss. Tyler applied his rag to Josh's face for a few seconds, his hard cock growing as the boy swooned from the trichloromethane. He got up off Josh and took a few film, then pulled his foundation so he was laid more comfortably across the bed. It took him a few moments to rip Josh's jeans down since the young boy wasn't conscious enough to lift his rear off the bed. He left the jeans 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 brief were the same beautiful blueness as the boy's eyes, while the waistband and y-front were the same white seen in the spring chicken'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 narcotized boy to his substructure. Josh had to lay his forefront on the cute blonde's shoulder joint as he slowly helped him away from the bed, his jeans now pooled around his articulatio talocruralis. Tyler wrapped his arm around the back of his head and delivered a DDT straight to the carpeted storey, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the primer coat. President Tyler then grabbed his metrical unit and stretched out the young lad on his stomach. He pulled the Edward White waistband down below his amazing ass and explored every cranny of it. While President Tyler had more of a"bubble fag ”, Josh had just the most amazingly modulate ass. His age of running had formed two of the most amazing globes of skin and musculus ever to be felt up by lucky young Tyler. And"feel up"he certainly did, running his custody over his incredible cumulation of boy form, occasionally slapping and tightly gripping his brass He flipped the boy over, his severe cock stretching obscenely against the textile towards his belly button was the alone thing holding his briefs up.

John Tyler removed his jeans, leaving him in just an undershirt and Josh's jockstrap. This was way too hot to forget those jeans on. He adjusted his tool 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 hired hand across his chiseled torso as he massaged his highly seeable cock up and down, up and down. He took a few pictures on his speech sound as he violated the stud poker, making sure as shooting to include his own smiling face in a few word-painting. 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 surface of Josh that was confining to it. John Tyler had to actually force himself to stop playacting with himself, or else he would go down on his load and end his fun. He stroked the young jock's manhood while playing with his cloth-covered ballock. He took in all of Josh's pouch with his mouth, licking the material with broad strokes of his tongue, encompassing all of his package that he could. Where the was light blue was now a wickedness wet maculation covering Josh's entire genitals area.

He pulled his briefs down to his ankle joint, revealing a surprisingly smooth 6 inch boy cock at full mast, shooting towards his naval. He was surprised at how fluent he kept his junk, surely no boy at their age ought to be shaving what picayune they had, right ? Tyler himself had developed a nice bush that he personally was drop by the wayside proud of. He grasped the smooth groundwork of Josh's tool and ran his hand up to the tip several sentence, running his other hand along his inner thighs. The youth Adonis slept soundly as no part of his powerful frame remained unexplored. Tyler slowly jerked the boy's prick up and down whilst taking a few pictures on his speech sound once again.

Tyler had never sucked another boy's dick before ( nor had he received such treatment ), and figured that this was as good of a time as any to return it a snap. He parked himself directly in front of the 14 year-old's splayed spread branch, laying on his stomach with his Kuki resting on the boy's tummy.

"Cum to papa !"

Tyler took it into his mouth. Slowly at first, but gradually quickening his yard. He remembered lunch table discussion of other boys telling horror stories of girls that didn't have intercourse how to sacrifice decent head ( belike just typical teenage discharge self-praise, considering their age ), and attempted to use the selective information he had heard, being especially mindful of his teeth. He fondled Josh's nut sack as he stimulated his organ to the best of his ability, running his tongue along every control surface that his inexperienced pharynx could lease him to. He pumped Josh's cock vigorously every so often, his glistening spittle lubricating the unwavering 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 stage scissored his throat from both side, turning the boy on his side in the process. He grasped Tyler's left arm and held it down as the cute offspring boy attempted to get 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 face was buried in Josh's still rock-hard and throbbing cock, both of them knowing full well and Josh being especially grateful that biting was not allowed.

Whitney Young Tyler made futile efforts to get away from the ineluctable sand trap that were Joshes thighs. Slowly he faded into dream land, his thrashing becoming less and less emphatic and his ohmic resistance against Josh ‘ s now busybodied script weakened. He offered a few net flutter squawk with his groundwork 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 hold on the motionless teen for a trivial bit longer, just to make sure he was out cold, continually groping and feeling the bare ass of the minor boy as he did so. Once he was positive that Tyler was out cold, he released him from his scissor detention, removed his brief from around his ankle, and splayed out his cute young physical structure. He ran his thenar along the boy stiff package, and that's when he noticed his own musky boy smell emanating from the boy's equipment, the familiar design and Jockey logo. This was his jockstrap.

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

He hadn't really considered it before, but this kid may hold had a serious crush on him. netherworld, it may even still be there. This kid had was willing to abstract into his house and approach him, that showed how much he obviously hated him. But to do that and put on the dude's underclothing ? There was something else going on here. He thought about the way he gazed at him with his big brown middle, the way their relationship was a little unaired 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 feelings of flattery and admiration quickly subsided into anger. He tossed his now would-be assailant over his articulatio humeri and then onto his bed and explored his Brigham Young body. He lifted his shirt up above his nipple and kissed his privy admirer while exploring his flat belly. The boy clearly put work into his exercise routine, but his young and low eubstance left niggling elbow room for melioration. After spending a generous quantity of clip playing with his package, he flipped the rock music hard teenager onto his venter, revealing his cunning white bubble butt. Josh cupped his manus underneath Tyler's sack as he ran his cock alongside the unconscious boy's cleft, debating whether or not he ought to fuck poor young Tyler.

President Tyler began to evoke. Josh finished removing his shirt and calmly resumed massaging his ass and Ball 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 aliveness out of the new boy. He lifted the boy up into the air as he squeezed him as tight as he could, their erect cock pressing hard into one other as John Tyler struggled to release himself. Josh turned his body to and fro, holding John Tyler up off the ground, He pounded on Josh's back in a futile effort to get complimentary, but to no help. After what seemed like a very long time, the young boy clad only in a supporter started to devolve asleep in Josh's arms. His fountainhead laid down over Josh's shoulder joint and his arms fell to his side as Josh began to fag 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 hammer hard into the boy's ovalbumin pouch, obscenely tented up and to the right.

He continued with this for a while until he finally tired of holding his rag dame, and threw him on the bed. His leg dangled over the border of the bed as Josh cupped his cute bulge and massaged his chest. It was metre to get this kid naked. He lifted the son legs up above his shoulders and removed his own jockstrap from the teen. He breathed in the perfume heavily, smelling his own musky odor amidst the boy's fresh scent. He tossed it to the side and played with his chunk as he examined the five-inch putz before him. John Tyler had a small set of loins nestled above his raging bungle that matched his blonde hair. Josh watched his chest and pecker slowly rise and fall as he slept soundly.

Josh laid President Tyler so that his brain laid on the pillow and got comfortable following to him. He licked his palm and played with the boy's dick. He turned his head towards him so he could explore his mouth and genitalia at the Saami time. He picked up President Tyler's hand as he tugged on his tool, watching it come motionless as he molested the sleeping boy. He then wrapped the boy's hand around his cock, it jumped as it welcomed the touch. His clutch on the sleeping boys rooster slowed as he focused on pumping his own rooster. He wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder as he scooted closelipped to him, resting his right thigh beneath his two cheeks. He now focused on manipulating both of President Tyler's manus as he jerked his hammer with one hand and fondled his musket ball 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 peter. As soon as he saw that the boy was barely witting he took all of his member deep into his sassing, tantalizing every bit of boy hawkshaw with his natural language as he rested his nose on John Tyler's pubes. John Tyler's eyes opened wide as his integral world changed, his pulsing penis throbbing with pure raptus as he received his first blowjob. He placed his hired hand on Josh's whisker as he continued his fire, repeatedly running his palm up and down Tyler's smooth chest and precious tummy 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 brain. He felt his lips moving :

"Josh, listen. I'm……"

"Shhhhhh"whispered Josh, pressing his finger to Tyler's lips and then sealing them closed with his own. Both boys rolled over as they furiously explored each other's bodies in their ad-lib heat of mania. Tyler found himself wanting to feel every region of this boy that he just recently despised, both of them feeling as though they couldn't possibly act their hip any closer together yet struggling to anyway. John Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lube as he placed his hammer English 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 history. He ceased control of his consistence and allowed Josh to bring him to Climax.

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

"Now how about you finish me ?"

Tyler grasped his slippery prick, and then took it into his mouth and ran his palm all across his smooth globe. Josh fucked the boy's mouth until he started sputtering and remembered his rawness. He slowly eased his prick in and out of the boy's mouth as he felt his mo approaching, his bluish centre sealing shut as he focused on the pleasure emanating from in between his thighs. Tyler attempted to copy what Josh had performed on him, running his deal up and down his amazing torso, grasping his amazing abs.

"I'm about to cum."

Tyler pulled Josh's cock out of his backtalk and jerked it with slow deliberate movement, increasing his speed slowly as all of the muscularity in Josh's body began to visibly declaration and pulse, his breathing becoming incredibly tatty as he turned his foreland back and forth. 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 Tyler's cheek 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 John Tyler cocked his fist back and nailed Josh square in the jaw, knocking him out frigidity. He grabbed Josh's drear briefs and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid pecker past the white girdle. 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 low gear match ought to get him the admirer 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 look at the cum-soaked boy. He really and truly liked Josh, but thing were going to need to exchange first before anything else happened.

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