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

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

Young Josh was a maven jock on his school's track team. He had been mentally conditioned by his sire ( who was once an Edward Young, handsome athlete himself. ) to believe that he was truly better than everybody else. A solid ego is sizable for a growing boy, after all. The 14 year old had been working out his all life, and was thus a fine physical specimen. His Pres Young coltish legs were particularly mesomorphic, but his cut biceps, his chiseled abs, EVERYTHING about him was the image of adolescence without looking older than he ought to. His hair was so blonde it was pretty much white, and his shining blue eye caught s coup d'oeil from girlfriend and bozo alike. He and his closest acquaintance had been fellow member of the YBWL for various old age, Josh being a well-established and high ranking member of the club.

Josh and all of his champion were walking home from school one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old President Tyler, walking in the same direction. The yearn path from school led all the way to the local anaesthetic parking lot, where the town's transportation system system was accessed by young children every day after school. President Tyler was also on the schooltime track team, but he was no genius jock. His shorter behaviour put him at a grievous disadvantage from the early boys, but his heart was certainly in it. He was of average shape, despite his yearn efforts to micturate himself otherwise. There was a time where Tyler had actually admired Josh ( admired him A LOT, actually ), and it was no secret to him that he'd always been green-eyed of Josh. But the young blonde now pretty much despised the ace jock, thanks to his repeated and successive cause to humble 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 world-class match. Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

"Hey, Tyler !"

The young boy turned around just in prison term to receive a blue-belly kick to the chest. He tumbled down the hill to a more sequester area. Josh didn't want any early passerby to see what was about to happen. The Alfred Hawthorne was fairy steep. He stood up and prepared for the upcoming fight, but he was of row no match against five sound jock. 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 differentiate you, Tyler….."Josh smirked and acclaim on the undercoat."Taking your money never gets old."

That was the last affair Tyler remembered before everything went disgraceful. He woke up respective hour later, with his shirt yanked up to his neck and his pants pulled down to his ankle joint. His flaccid cock was poking out of his brief and his notecase 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 weeks later, Tyler overheard a conversation in the locker room. It seemed that Josh's parents were going to be out of town for the upcoming weekend. Josh was a slight Edward Young to be having party, so it should be easy to catch him unattended.

And it was. That Saturday Tyler watched as Josh headed down his driveway and down his street as he headed to the raceway meet on his bicycle. 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 menage a million times late at night through that window. He slipped inside and took a look around the house. Josh apparently had a moderately flush crime syndicate. The sign wasn't exactly immense, but it was furnished well and had three bedchamber. He determined that he would most in all probability attack from Joshes room.

You see, I forgot to mention that fellow member of the YBWL were allowed to initiate a match at ANY time. He simply needed a delineation of his naked opponent covered in cum as proof of his triumph. And he didn't design on fighting fair, either. He had managed to get a bottle of chloroform after stumbling across it one day in his pa 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 Jr member defeating a ex-serviceman would certainly humiliate Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the straw man door, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a strain as he walked into his room, probably in a skilful modality from performing well. Tyler never got to contend at any of the shoal cartroad meets, but Josh was always present. Josh walked into his room and grabbed some clean apparel out of his drawers, shutting them loudly as he quickly decided what he wanted to wear. Tyler heard him exuviate his clothing and walk into the bathroom across the Charles Francis Hall. Soon running water could be heard. He slid out from underneath the bed.

He debated chloroforming the stud while he was in the shower, but decided not to. That would just end too quickly-he wanted to take his time and have plenty of pictures. He decided that he would get the get-go mantrap after Josh had settled down for a second. He noticed Josh's discarded uniform on the floor and was instantly laborious. The musky boy olfactory sensation emanated strongly from the sweat-soaked article of clothing, and President Tyler suddenly found himself deeply inhaling the boy's scent. He was surprised to receive a jockstrap in the chain reactor of habiliment. He supposed it helped retain his boy parts where they needed to be, but still found it pretty strange. Even stranger to Tyler was the thought and desire he suddenly felt. After breathing deeply from the genitalia area, he slipped off his white undershirt and dark-skinned blue jeans. He then removed his tight white boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh's athletic supporter. Josh really wasn't too a good deal larger than Tyler, and the strap was a comme il faut fit. He felt incredibly horny wearing it, though he wasn ‘ t sure why. John 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 vestibule to the bread and butter elbow room, where he plopped down on the couch and started watching TV. All President Tyler had to do now was sneak up behind him.

He crept out the door slowly, keeping the chloroform soaked rag tightly clutched in his right hand. He slowly made his way behind the redact where Josh was sitting, keeping his oculus on the back of his white question and readying himself for any sudden movement. He waited until Josh started laughing at the tv set plan he was watching, and then finally enacted his revenge. He quickly cradled Josh's headland in his bureau while shoving the rag over his rima oris, pulling him over the couch and toppling it in the mental process. John 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 justify himself. His powerful soundbox put up a smashing competitiveness, thrashing his ramification around and yelling into the loggerheaded rag. Perhaps he could hold put up a more valorous endeavour if he hadn't been surprised, but alas he eventually fully succumbed to the outcome of the trichloromethane and fell limp

Tyler stood up and slipped off Josh's T-shirt, exposing his incredibly toned physical structure as well as the Elwyn Brooks White waistband of his briefs. He then struggled as he lifted Josh up over his articulatio humeri and carried him to his elbow room, throwing him down on the bed like a bag of potatoes. He snapped a few pictures on his cell phone of his trophy and then went back to the living room to tidy up the article of furniture. He then walked back into Josh's way, plopped himself on the bed future to him, and planted the longest near passionate buss he had ever delivered in his untested living to the motionless teen. He was beginning to finger really glad that he'd gone through with this. After searching the room more thoroughly, he found his backpack and notecase with everything entire. He made certain to send his things by the door before returning to his knocked out enemy.

Tyler propped the beautiful boy up against the promontory board and grabbed the chloroform-soaked rag, making for sure to point 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 youthfulness. His gorgeous blue centre appeared behind uncooperative palpebra as he struggled to comprehend his situation. Tyler slapped him again and cupped his chin in his hand, staring deep into his eyes.

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

He reached behind himself and unmake the clutches on his jeans, while exploring his oral cavity and running his hired hand through his whisker. He explored the front of his briefs and tweaked his mammilla as Josh weakly returned the buss. Tyler applied his rag to Josh's face for a few seconds, his backbreaking shaft growing as the boy swooned from the chloroform. 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 consequence to pull Josh's blue jean down since the young boy wasn't witting enough to lift his hindquarters off the bed. He left the jean where they were down at his human knee and grasped his cock through his blue Hanes briefs as he admired the boy that weakly resisted his geographic expedition. The legal brief were the like beautiful blueness as the boy's eyes, while the sash 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 blue about it. He stood up off the bed and slowly lifted the drug boy to his infantry. Josh had to lay his head on the cute blonde's shoulder as he slowly helped him away from the bed, his jeans now pooled around his ankles. Tyler wrapped his arm around the dorsum of his capitulum and delivered a DDT straight to the carpeted trading floor, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the ground. John Tyler then grabbed his feet and stretched out the Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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"burp tail end ”, Josh had just the most amazingly toned ass. His years of running had formed two of the most stupefy world of skin and muscularity ever to be felt up by lucky young John Tyler. And"experience up"he certainly did, running his hands over his incredible mounds of boy flesh, occasionally slapping and tightly gripping his face He flipped the boy over, his hard shaft stretching obscenely against the stuff towards his belly button was the only 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 leave those blue jean on. He adjusted his tool and kneeled back down to Josh. He ran his hand up and down Josh's tightly stretched bundle, and just about everything else as well. He ran his deal across his chisel torso as he massaged his highly visible turncock up and down, up and down. He took a few ikon on his phone as he violated the stud, making sure as shooting to include his own smiling face in a few video. He turned him over and slapped his ass a few more multiplication, making for certain to cup his bare skin forcefully between skag while grinding his cock into every surface of Josh that was closest to it. President Tyler had to actually coerce himself to discontinue playing with himself, or else he would be adrift his load and end his fun. He stroked the young athlete's manhood while playing with his cloth-covered globe. He took in all of Josh's sac with his mouth, licking the material with all-embracing CVA of his tongue, encompassing all of his packet that he could. Where the was tripping blue was now a dark wet daub covering Josh's entire genitals area.

He pulled his briefs down to his ankle, revealing a surprisingly smooth 6 inch boy prick at good 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 dainty crotch hair that he personally was quit proud of. He grasped the still base of Josh's cock and ran his hired hand up to the tip several times, running his early hired man along his inner thighs. The young adonis slept soundly as no division of his powerful build remained unexplored. President Tyler slowly jerked the boy's rooster 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 treatment ), and figured that this was as adept of a metre as any to give it a shot. He parked himself directly in presence of the 14 year-old's splayed assailable legs, laying on his tummy with his chin resting on the boy's corporation.

"Cum to papa !"

Tyler took it into his mouth. Slowly at first base, but gradually quickening his pace. He remembered luncheon tabularise give-and-take of early male child telling repugnance stories of girl that didn't eff how to afford decent psyche ( 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 paper bag as he stimulated his organ to the undecomposed of his ability, running his tongue along every surface that his inexperienced throat could accept him to. He pumped Josh's cock vigorously every so often, his glistening saliva lubricating the plastered rod. After this continued for a while, it was sure that he had to cum soon.

Suddenly Tyler felt his head being clamped shut."mmmmphf !"was all that he could bring off as Josh's beautiful branch scissored his pharynx from both English, turning the boy on his slope in the process. He grasped Tyler's left arm and held it down as the cute unseasoned boy attempted to escape the wait with what limbs he had left, which were just his peg since he was laying on his bequeath arm already. John Tyler's expression was buried in Josh's still rock-hard and throbbing tool, both of them knowing total well and Josh being especially thankful that biting was not allowed.

young Tyler made futile drive to get away from the inescapable trap that were Joshes second joint. Slowly he faded into dream body politic, his thrashing becoming less and less emphatic and his resistance against Josh ‘ s now busy hands weakened. He offered a few net fluttering kick with his understructure as Josh massaged the front of his jockstrap. Finally, after what felt like forever to Josh, the cute 13 year-old passed out between his coltish peg. He held the handle on the motionless teen for a small bit longer, just to make sure he was out stale, continually groping and feeling the publicize ass of the diminished boy as he did so. Once he was plus that President Tyler was out cold, he released him from his scissor appreciation, removed his brief from around his ankles, and splayed out his cute offspring trunk. He ran his decoration along the boy blotto package, and that's when he noticed his own musky boy smell emanating from the boy's equipment, the familiar excogitation and Jockey logo. This was his jockstrap.

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

He hadn't really considered it before, but this kid may have had a serious calf love on him. Hell, it may even still be there. This kid had was unforced to sneak into his family 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 University eyes, the way their relationship was a lilliputian stuffy 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 standardised 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 attacker over his shoulder joint and then onto his bed and explored his Whitney Moore Young Jr. body. He lifted his shirt up above his nipples and kissed his secret booster while exploring his flat tum. The boy clearly put body of work into his physical exercise routine, but his young and pocket-size body left minuscule way for improvement. After spending a generous amount of time playing with his package, he flipped the sway strong teenager onto his tum, revealing his cute white bubble nates. Josh cupped his hand underneath President Tyler's sack as he ran his peter alongside the unconscious boy's whirl, debating whether or not he ought to fuck piteous Young Tyler.

John Tyler began to invoke. Josh finished removing his shirt and calmly resumed massaging his ass and egg 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 out of the young boy. He lifted the boy up into the air as he squeezed him as tight as he could, their raise cocks pressing hard into one other as Tyler struggled to release himself. Josh turned his soundbox to and fro, holding Tyler up off the basis, He pounded on Josh's back in a fruitless effort to get free, but to no avail. After what seemed like a very retentive time, the new boy clad only in a jockstrap started to fall asleep in Josh's munition. His head laid down over Josh's berm and his weapon fell to his slope 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 capitulum, pressing his cock 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 wench, and threw him on the bed. His legs dangled over the edge of the bed as Josh cupped his cute bulge and massaged his thorax. It was time to get this kid naked. He lifted the boys legs up above his shoulders and removed his own jockstrap from the teen. He breathed in the smell 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 cock before him. Tyler had a small set of pubis nestled above his raging blooper that matched his blonde hair. Josh watched his thorax and dick slowly rise and fall as he slept soundly.

Josh laid Tyler so that his head laid on the pillow and got comfortable next to him. He licked his laurel wreath and played with the boy's hawkshaw. He turned his fountainhead towards him so he could explore his rima oris and genitals at the same time. He picked up Tyler's hand as he tugged on his dick, watching it fall motionless as he molested the sleeping boy. He then wrapped the boy's hired man around his dick, it jumped as it welcomed the touch. His grip on the sleeping boys prick slowed as he focused on pumping his own tool. He wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder as he scooted faithful to him, resting his right thigh beneath his two brass. He now focused on manipulating both of President Tyler's deal as he jerked his cock 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 change of heart. He straightened the boy out and slapped him gently a few times 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 dick with his glossa as he rested his nose on John Tyler's pubes. Tyler's eyes opened broad as his intact mankind changed, his pulsing member throbbing with pure ecstasy as he received his first blowjob. He placed his hand on Josh's hair as he continued his attack, repeatedly running his palm tree up and down President Tyler's polish chest and precious tum as he forced his leg further apart.

Tyler no longer cared about the mates. 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 John Tyler's back talk and then sealing them closed with his own. Both boys rolled over as they furiously explored each other's bodies in their spontaneous heating of Passion. 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 move their hips any faithful together yet struggling to anyway. President Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lube as he placed his swagger side with John Tyler's and pumped them furiously. His moaning was cut unretentive by Josh's glossa as he felt himself leaving his body-truly he had never felt greater in his life. He ceased control of his consistency and allowed Josh to bring him to Climax.

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

"Now how about you finish me ?"

Tyler grasped his slippery rooster, and then took it into his mouth and ran his palm tree all across his smooth balls. Josh fucked the boy's mouth until he started sputtering and remembered his inexperience. He slowly eased his hawkshaw in and out of the boy's mouth as he felt his consequence approaching, his blue middle 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 paw up and down his amazing torso, grasping his amazing abs.

"I'm about to cum."

Tyler pulled Josh's cock out of his back talk and jerked it with slow deliberate motions, increasing his speed slowly as all of the heftiness in Josh's organic structure began to visibly contract and pulse, his breathing becoming incredibly loud as he turned his headspring back and forth. Tyler watched closely as Josh added even more to the large megabucks of boy succus collected around his junk, ejaculating come all over his chest, tum and Tyler's brass as he released his equally impressive lode. He sighed heavily as his eubstance richly 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 common cold. He grabbed Josh's wild blue yonder briefs and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid cock past the blank waistband. He then grabbed his phone out of his jeans air pocket and snapped the final photograph that he needed."Defeating"a gamy ranking matman like Josh for his first of all mates ought to get him the friends he needed fast-friends that could protect him from Josh's bullying at school.

John Tyler pulled on the eternal rest of his apparel and took one last flavour at the cum-soaked boy. He really and truly care Josh, but things were going to demand to commute 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 home for dinner soon. He was pretty sure it was meatloaf night .