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

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

Young Josh was a star athlete on his school's lead team. He had been mentally conditioned by his father ( who was once an Brigham Young, handsome athlete himself. ) to believe that he was truly better than everybody else. A inviolable ego is healthy for a growing boy, after all. The 14 yr old had been working out his unscathed life, and was thus a fine physical specimen. His youth coltish stage were particularly mesomorphic, but his cut biceps, his chiseled abs, EVERYTHING about him was the epitome of adolescence without looking older than he ought to. His whisker was so blonde it was pretty much Edward Douglas White Jr., and his lustrous blue oculus caught second glances from female child and guys alike. He and his confining booster had been members of the YBWL for various yr, Josh being a well-established and high ranking extremity of the club.

Josh and all of his Quaker were walking home from school one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old John Tyler, walking in the same direction. The long track from school led all the way to the local common, where the town's transit system was accessed by young baby every day after schoolhouse. Tyler was also on the schooling track team, but he was no champion athlete. His shorter deportment put him at a grave disadvantage from the other male child, but his heart was certainly in it. He was of average anatomy, despite his long efforts to make himself otherwise. There was a fourth dimension where Tyler had actually admired Josh ( admired him A LOT, actually ), and it was no enigma to him that he'd always been jealous of Josh. But the new blond now pretty lots despised the star athlete, thanks to his repeated and sequential sweat to chagrin and bully him. He too was a member of the YBWL, but only recently- Josh hadn't yet seen him at any of the meetings and he hadn ‘ t yet fought his first match. President Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

"Hey, Tyler !"

The young boy turned around just in clip to receive a swift squawk to the chest of drawers. He tumbled down the hill to a more secluded area. Josh didn't want any other passerbys to see what was about to bechance. The hill was queer steep. He stood up and prepared for the upcoming fight, but he was of course no match against five levelheaded 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 distinguish you, Tyler….."Josh smirked and ptyalize on the ground."Taking your money never gets old."

That was the utmost matter President Tyler remembered before everything went black. He woke up various minutes later, with his shirt yanked up to his neck and his pants pulled down to his ankles. His flaccid cock was poking out of his briefs and his wallet was missing, as well as his backpack.

This was the last pale yellow. He decided that he had had enough. He began to project 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 little young to be having parties, so it should be easy to catch him unattended.

And it was. That Sat President Tyler watched as Josh headed down his drive 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 solve, he slipped across the street and over the fencing 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 metre late at night through that window. He slipped inside and took a look around the house. Josh apparently had a moderately moneyed menage. The star sign wasn't exactly huge, but it was furnished well and had three bedrooms. He determined that he would most probable attack from Joshes room.

You see, I forgot to refer that phallus of the YBWL were allowed to initiate a catch at ANY fourth dimension. He simply needed a mental picture of his raw opposite covered in cum as proof of his victory. And he didn't plan on fighting fair, either. He had managed to incur a bottle of chloroform 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 things, searching for his own belongings. He began to get a footling excited-he was going to finally be able-bodied to have retaliation on his greatest foe, and a very attractive one at that ! A third-year member defeating a veteran would certainly mortify Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the battlefront doorway, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a tune as he walked into his room, probably in a estimable humour from performing well. President Tyler never got to vie at any of the school track meets, but Josh was always present. Josh walked into his room and grabbed some clean wearing apparel out of his draftsman, shutting them loudly as he quickly decided what he wanted to wear. Tyler heard him shed his wear and pass into the bath across the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. Soon running water could be heard. He slid out from underneath the bed.

He debated chloroforming the rivet while he was in the shower, but decided not to. That would just end too quickly-he wanted to postulate his time and read mickle of pictures. He decided that he would get the first smasher after Josh had settled down for a moment. He noticed Josh's discarded uniform on the floor and was instantly severely. The musky boy olfactory perception 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 jockstrap in the pile of clothing. He supposed it helped keep his boy persona where they needed to be, but still found it pretty strange. Even strange to John Tyler was the mind and desire he suddenly felt. After breathing deeply from the genitalia orbit, he slipped off his white undershirt and dark blue dungaree. He then removed his tight white boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh's athletic supporter. Josh really wasn't too much larger than John Tyler, and the strap was a decent fit. He felt incredibly horny wearing it, though he wasn ‘ t sure enough why. 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 hall 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 threshold slowly, keeping the chloroform soaked rag tightly clutched in his right mitt. He slowly made his way behind the couch where Josh was sitting, keeping his eyes on the back of his blanched principal and readying himself for any sudden movement. He waited until Josh started laughing at the telly program he was watching, and then finally enacted his revenge. He quickly cradled Josh's pass in his chest while shoving the rag over his oral fissure, pulling him over the frame and toppling it in the 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 free himself. His mighty body put up a not bad fight, thrashing his legs around and yelling into the thick rag. Perhaps he could give birth put up a more valorous crusade if he hadn't been surprised, but alas he eventually fully succumbed to the outcome 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 snowy waistcloth of his Jockey shorts. He then struggled as he lifted Josh up over his shoulder and carried him to his room, throwing him down on the bed like a bag of Solanum tuberosum. He snapped a few pictures on his mobile phone phone of his trophy and then went back to the living room to straighten out up the piece of furniture. He then walked back into Josh's room, plopped himself on the bed following to him, and planted the farsighted most passionate kiss he had ever delivered in his young animation to the motionless teen. He was beginning to feel really glad that he'd gone through with this. After searching the room more thoroughly, he found his packsack and wallet with everything entire. He made surely to aim his things by the door before returning to his knocked out enemy.

Tyler propped the beautiful boy up against the nous board and grabbed the chloroform-soaked rag, making sure to identify it nearby. He straddled Josh's waist and struck him as hard as he could with the rear of his deal, rudely awakening the sleeping youthfulness. His gorgeous blue eyes appeared behind disobliging lid as he struggled to embrace his situation. Tyler slapped him again and cupped his mentum in his 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 mouth and running his hand through his hair. He explored the straw man of his Jockey shorts and tweaked his nipples as Josh weakly returned the osculation. Tyler applied his rag to Josh's look for a few seconds, his gruelling cock growing as the boy swooned from the trichloromethane. He got up off Josh and took a few pictures, then pulled his metrical unit so he was laid more comfortably across the bed. It took him a few minute to rive Josh's jeans down since the unseasoned boy wasn't witting enough to lift his butt off the bed. He left the jeans where they were down at his genu and grasped his pecker through his blue Hanes briefs as he admired the boy that weakly resisted his exploration. The legal brief were the same beautiful amobarbital sodium as the boy's middle, while the waistband and y-front were the same white seen in the youthfulness's hair. He took another word-painting, 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 fundament. Josh had to lay his drumhead on the cute blonde's shoulder as he slowly helped him away from the bed, his dungaree now pooled around his ankles. Tyler wrapped his arm around the back of his head and delivered a DDT straight to the carpet floor, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the ground. Tyler then grabbed his feet and stretched out the young lad on his stomach. He pulled the Theodore Harold White waistband down below his amazing ass and explored every crevice of it. While Tyler had Thomas More of a"bubble butt ”, Josh had just the most amazingly intone ass. His year of running had formed two of the most amazing Earth of cutis and muscle ever to be felt up by prosperous Edward Young Tyler. And"feel up"he certainly did, running his hands over his incredible hummock of boy flesh, occasionally slapping and tightly gripping his cheeks He flipped the boy over, his operose cock stretching obscenely against the material towards his belly clitoris was the merely thing holding his briefs up.

Tyler removed his jeans, leaving him in just an singlet and Josh's jockstrap. This was way too hot to leave those jeans on. He adjusted his putz and kneeled back down to Josh. He ran his hand up and down Josh's tightly stretched package, and just about everything else as well. He ran his hand across his chiseled torso as he massaged his highly visible dick up and down, up and down. He took a few pictures on his phone as he violated the he-man, making surely to include his own smiling font in a few pictures. He turned him over and slapped his ass a few Sir Thomas More multiplication, making trusted to cup his bare skin forcefully between smacks while grinding his hammer into every aerofoil of Josh that was nighest to it. Tyler had to actually force himself to discontinue performing with himself, or else he would mess up his incumbrance and end his fun. He stroked the young athlete's manhood while playing with his cloth-covered balls. He took in all of Josh's pouch with his mouth, licking the cloth with extensive strokes of his glossa, encompassing all of his package that he could. Where the was light blue was now a wickedness wet spot covering Josh's entire privates area.

He pulled his brief down to his mortise joint, revealing a surprisingly smooth 6 inch boy peter at to the full mast, shooting towards his naval. He was surprised at how fluid he kept his rubble, surely no boy at their age ought to be shaving what picayune they had, right ? President Tyler himself had developed a prissy George H.W. Bush that he personally was quit proud of. He grasped the smooth substructure of Josh's peter and ran his paw up to the tip several time, running his other hand along his intimate thighs. The Brigham Young Adonis slept soundly as no region of his muscular skeletal frame remained unexplored. Tyler slowly jerked the boy's cock up and down whilst taking a few pictures on his earphone 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 present it a shot. 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 bay window.

"Cum to papa !"

Tyler took it into his mouth. Slowly at number 1, but gradually quickening his pace. He remembered luncheon table word of other male child telling horror stories of little girl that didn't know how to give decent head ( potential just typical teenage empty boasting, considering their age ), and attempted to use the entropy he had heard, being especially mindful of his tooth. He fondled Josh's nut poke as he stimulated his organ to the safe of his ability, running his tongue along every surface that his inexperienced throat could take him to. He pumped Josh's turncock vigorously every so often, his glistening spit 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 negociate as Josh's beautiful legs scissored his throat from both side, turning the boy on his side in the mental process. He grasped Tyler's left arm and held it down as the cute young boy attempted to escape the cargo area with what limbs he had left, which were just his peg since he was laying on his left arm already. President Tyler's face was buried in Josh's still rock-hard and throbbing cock, both of them knowing wide-cut well and Josh being especially thankful that biting was not allowed.

Whitney Young Tyler made fruitless efforts to get away from the inescapable maw that were Joshes thighs. Slowly he faded into dream dry land, his thrashing becoming less and less forceful and his resistance against Josh ‘ s now busy hands weakened. He offered a few final flutter flush with his feet as Josh massaged the strawman of his athletic supporter. Finally, after what felt like forever to Josh, the precious 13 year-old passed out between his frolicky legs. He held the hold on the motionless teenager for a little bit longer, just to constitute trusted he was out insensate, continually groping and feeling the bare ass of the minor boy as he did so. Once he was positive that John Tyler was out cold, he released him from his scissor handle, removed his briefs from around his ankle, and splayed out his cute young body. He ran his palm along the male child strong bundle, 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 strange kid I've ever met…"

He hadn't really considered it before, but this kid may have had a serious crush on him. Hell, it may even still be there. This kid had was willing to slip into his family and attack him, that showed how much he obviously hated him. But to do that and put on the fashion plate's underwear ? There was something else going on here. He thought about the way he gazed at him with his big brown eyes, the way their relationship was a petty nearer back before he had started developing. It was incredibly exciting to Josh that the boy he was groping right now had a John Roy Major hard-on for him ( pun intended ). Josh would be lying if he said that he himself hadn't had exchangeable thoughts….I mean value, the kid was pretty cute….

But his feeling of flattery and admiration quickly subsided into wrath. He tossed his now would-be 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 secret friend while exploring his flat tummy. The boy clearly put work into his physical exertion subroutine, but his young and small body left footling elbow room for advance. After spending a generous amount of clock time playing with his package, he flipped the rock laborious teenager onto his stomach, revealing his cute whiten ripple butt. Josh cupped his hand underneath Tyler's liberation as he ran his cock alongside the unconscious boy's crack, debating whether or not he ought to sleep together poor Cy Young Tyler.

John Tyler began to stir. Josh finished removing his shirt and calmly resumed massaging his ass and balls as he slowly came to. He moaned softly and gripped his forehead as Josh helped him to his ft, future to the bed. He then gave him the mightiest bear hug that he could come up, squeezing the life story out of the young boy. He lifted the boy up into the air as he squeezed him as tight as he could, their upright hammer pressing hard into one other as President Tyler struggled to eject himself. Josh turned his eubstance to and fro, holding Tyler up off the ground, He pounded on Josh's back in a futile effort to get dislodge, but to no avail. After what seemed like a very farsighted clock time, the young boy clad only in a jockstrap started to fall asleep in Josh's sleeve. His head 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 trounce him with his mighty bear hug. He nibbled on the unconscious boy's and nuzzled his head, pressing his stopcock 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 bird, and threw him on the bed. His branch dangled over the edge of the bed as Josh cupped his cute bulge and massaged his breast. It was prison term to get this kid naked. He lifted the boys legs up above his shoulder and removed his own jockstrap from the teenager. He breathed in the odour heavily, smelling his own musky odor amidst the boy's fresh odor. He tossed it to the side and played with his balls as he examined the five-inch cock before him. John Tyler had a minuscule set of pubes nestled above his raging foul-up that matched his blonde hair. Josh watched his chest and shaft slowly rise and fall as he slept soundly.

Josh laid President Tyler so that his fountainhead laid on the pillow and got easy future to him. He licked his palm and played with the boy's dick. He turned his head towards him so he could search his rima oris and genitals at the same time. He picked up Tyler's hand as he tugged on his dick, watching it nightfall motionless as he molested the dormancy boy. He then wrapped the boy's bridge player around his peter, it jumped as it welcomed the touch. His suitcase on the sleeping male child cock slowed as he focused on pumping his own cock. He wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder joint as he scooted nigher to him, resting his right thigh beneath his two cheeks. He now focused on manipulating both of Tyler's hands as he jerked his prick with one hand and fondled his orb with the former. 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 tongue as he rested his olfactory organ on Tyler's pubes. President Tyler's center opened wide as his total world changed, his pulsing member throbbing with pure ecstasy as he received his first blowjob. He placed his bridge player on Josh's haircloth as he continued his attack, repeatedly running his palm tree up and down President Tyler's smooth chest and cunning 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 John Tyler's lips and then sealing them closed with his own. Both boy rolled over as they furiously explored each former's organic structure in their spontaneous heat of mania. President Tyler found himself wanting to experience every part of this boy that he just recently despised, both of them feeling as though they couldn't possibly incite their rose hip any closer together yet struggling to anyway. Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lubricating substance as he placed his strut 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 control of his body and allowed Josh to bring him to Climax.

It goes without saying that Lester Willis Young Tyler erupted, his trunk practically seizing as he blasted seven monumental loads of boy jizz all over Josh's smooth cock and glob. His body lifted up off the bed as he fired away, with Josh never ceasing his pumping of both of their pecker. Tyler was so physically drop that he nearly passed out for a abbreviated mo, until Josh gently ran his script along his cheek. He looked down at Josh's cock and formal, soaked with his own boy jizz and leaking of pre-cum.

"Now how about you cease me ?"

Tyler grasped his slippery tool, and then took it into his mouth and ran his palm all across his smooth balls. Josh fucked the boy's mouth until he started sputtering and remembered his rawness. He slowly eased his tool in and out of the boy's mouth as he felt his moment approaching, his blue optic sealing shut as he focused on the pleasure emanating from in between his second joint. Tyler attempted to copy what Josh had performed on him, running his handwriting up and down his mystify body, grasping his amazing abs.

"I'm about to cum."

Tyler pulled Josh's rooster out of his mouth and jerked it with behind deliberate gesture, increasing his speed slowly as all of the muscles in Josh's torso began to visibly contract and pulse, his breathing becoming incredibly gimcrack as he turned his head back and Forth River. President Tyler watched closely as Josh added even more to the large pile of boy succus collected around his junk, ejaculating seed all over his breast, stomach and Tyler's face as he released his equally telling load. He sighed heavily as his body high-pitched came to an end far sooner than he thought it ought to.

And that's when Tyler cocked his fist back and nailed Josh second power in the jaw, knocking him out common cold. He grabbed Josh's blueness Jockey shorts and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid hammer past the T. H. White waistband. He then grabbed his headphone out of his dungaree pocket and snapped the concluding pictures that he needed."Defeating"a mellow ranking wrestler like Josh for his kickoff match ought to get him the ally he needed fast-friends that could protect him from Josh's bullying at school.

John Tyler pulled on the rest of his clothes and took one last spirit at the cum-soaked boy. He really and truly liked Josh, but things were going to need to vary first before anything else happened.

He helped himself to the unconscious boy's notecase and then grabbed his hooey and walked out the threshold, feeling like a new man. His mom would be expecting him rest home for dinner party soon. He was pretty for sure it was meatloaf night .