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 young John Tyler didn't like, it was having his shit stolen.

young Josh was a star athlete on his school's cut team. He had been mentally conditioned by his founder ( who was once an young, handsome jock himself. ) to believe that he was truly substantially than everybody else. A firm ego is healthy for a growing boy, after all. The 14 year old had been working out his unharmed life, and was thus a alright physical specimen. His young coltish legs were particularly muscular, but his cut biceps, his chiseled abs, EVERYTHING about him was the epitome of adolescence without looking elderly than he ought to. His fuzz was so blond it was pretty much white, and his bright blue optic caught second glances from girls and bozo alike. He and his closest protagonist had been members of the YBWL for several class, Josh being a well-established and high ranking penis of the club.

Josh and all of his Friend were walking dwelling house from school one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old Tyler, walking in the Saami direction. The recollective track from schooltime led all the way to the local park, where the Ithiel Town's transit system was accessed by young nipper every day after school. President Tyler was also on the shoal path squad, but he was no star athlete. His shorter behavior put him at a sober disadvantage from the other male child, but his meat was certainly in it. He was of average shape, despite his long efforts to make himself otherwise. There was a clock time where Tyler had actually admired Josh ( admired him A LOT, actually ), and it was no clandestine to him that he'd always been jealous of Josh. But the young blonde now pretty a great deal despised the principal athlete, thanks to his repeated and sequent efforts 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 meeting and he hadn ‘ t yet fought his first match. John Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

"Hey, Tyler !"

The young boy turned around just in clip to receive a swift beef to the chest. He tumbled down the hill to a more secluded area. Josh didn't want any other passerby to see what was about to take place. The hill was queen steep. He stood up and prepared for the approaching fight, but he was of course no match against five healthy 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 tell you, Tyler….."Josh smirked and spat on the ground."Taking your money never gets old."

That was the lowest thing John Tyler remembered before everything went black. He woke up several minutes later, with his shirt yanked up to his neck and his pant pulled down to his ankles. His flaccid prick was poking out of his brief 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 weeks later, Tyler overheard a conversation in the locker way. It seemed that Josh's parents were going to be out of Town for the upcoming weekend. Josh was a small Thomas Young to be having parties, so it should be easy to take hold of 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 sports meeting on his bike. As soon as he was out of sight and the coast was clear, he slipped across the street and over the fencing into his backyard. He knew that Josh left his bedroom windowpane unlocked, he had overheard him bragging about sneaking out of his sign of the zodiac a million times late at night through that windowpane. He slipped inside and took a look around the house. Josh apparently had a moderately affluent crime syndicate. The house wasn't exactly huge, but it was furnished well and had three bedrooms. He determined that he would most likely attempt from Joshes room.

You see, I forgot to mention that appendage of the YBWL were allowed to broach a mates at ANY clock time. He simply needed a painting of his naked opposition covered in cum as proof of his victory. And he didn't plan on fighting fair, either. He had managed to get a bottle of trichloromethane after stumbling across it one day in his dads lockbox, among other affair that he either had no intention of using or didn't understand.

He explored Joshes things, searching for his own property. He began to get a fiddling excited-he was going to finally be able-bodied to bear revenge on his greatest foe, and a very attractive one at that ! A junior member defeating a veteran would certainly humiliate Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the front door, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a tune as he walked into his way, probably in a good temper from performing well. Tyler never got to compete at any of the schooling caterpillar tread sports meeting, but Josh was always face. Josh walked into his room and grabbed some sporty clothes out of his drawers, shutting them loudly as he quickly decided what he wanted to wear. John Tyler heard him shed his clothing and walkway into the bathroom across the Charles Francis Hall. Soon running piddle could be heard. He slid out from underneath the bed.

He debated chloroforming the stud while he was in the exhibitioner, but decided not to. That would just end too quickly-he wanted to require his time and contain plenty of word picture. He decided that he would get the first knockout after Josh had settled down for a minute. He noticed Josh's discarded uniform on the level and was instantly laborious. The musky boy odor emanated strongly from the sweat-soaked vesture, and Tyler suddenly found himself deeply inhaling the boy's scent. He was surprised to chance a athletic supporter in the agglomerate of wearable. He supposed it helped keep his boy portion where they needed to be, but still found it pretty strange. Even stranger to President Tyler was the idea and desire he suddenly felt. After breathing deeply from the crotch area, he slipped off his white undershirt and dark blue jeans. He then removed his tight white boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh's jockstrap. Josh really wasn't too much bombastic than Tyler, and the strap was a comely fit. He felt incredibly turned on wearing it, though he wasn ‘ t certain why. Tyler then put his dress 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 sofa 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 bridge player. He slowly made his way behind the couch where Josh was sitting, keeping his oculus on the rear of his Patrick White head and readying himself for any sudden movement. He waited until Josh started laughing at the television receiver program he was watching, and then finally enacted his retaliation. He quickly cradled Josh's oral sex in his chest while shoving the rag over his mouth, pulling him over the couch and toppling it in the appendage. Tyler wrapped all of his limbs around Josh as tight as he could as the Thomas Young boy realized what was happening to him and struggled to free himself. His powerful body put up a bang-up fight, thrashing his legs around and yelling into the thickly rag. Perhaps he could own put up a more valorous movement 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 tee shirt, exposing his incredibly toned body as well as the white waistband of his briefs. He then struggled as he lifted Josh up over his shoulder and carried him to his room, throwing him down on the bed like a bag of potatoes. He snapped a few pictures on his cell earpiece of his trophy and then went back to the living room to tidy up the furniture. He then walked back into Josh's room, plopped himself on the bed next to him, and planted the longest most passionate kiss he had ever delivered in his immature life to the motionless stripling. He was beginning to feel really glad that he'd gone through with this. After searching the room more thoroughly, he found his back pack and wallet with everything intact. He made for certain to target his thing by the door before returning to his knocked out enemy.

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 spinal column of his bridge player, rudely awakening the sleeping youth. His gorgeous wild blue yonder eyes appeared behind uncooperative lid as he struggled to comprehend his situation. Tyler slapped him again and cupped his Kuki in his hired man, staring cryptic into his eyes.

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

He reached behind himself and unmake the clasp on his jeans, while exploring his mouth and running his bridge player through his hair. He explored the movement of his legal brief and tweaked his nipples as Josh weakly returned the kiss. Tyler applied his rag to Josh's typeface for a few seconds, his operose rooster growing as the boy swooned from the chloroform. He got up off Josh and took a few pictures, then pulled his pes so he was laid more comfortably across the bed. It took him a few bit to take out Josh's jeans down since the Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy wasn't conscious enough to lift his stooge off the bed. He left the denim where they were down at his knee and grasped his cock through his blue-blooded Hanes briefs as he admired the boy that weakly resisted his exploration. The briefs were the same beautiful blue devil as the boy's eyes, while the waistband and y-front were the same white seen in the youth's hairsbreadth. He took another video, 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 drugged boy to his metrical unit. Josh had to lay his headland on the cute blond's shoulder as he slowly helped him away from the bed, his jeans now pooled around his mortise joint. President Tyler wrapped his arm around the back of his head and delivered a DDT straight to the carpeted trading floor, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the ground. Tyler then grabbed his foundation and stretched out the young lad on his stomach. He pulled the white waistband down below his awing ass and explored every scissure of it. While Tyler had to a greater extent of a"bubble fag ”, Josh had just the most amazingly toned ass. His geezerhood of running had formed two of the most amazing globe of skin and muscle ever to be felt up by golden young Tyler. And"experience up"he certainly did, running his hands over his incredible hill of boy material body, occasionally slapping and tightly gripping his cheeks He flipped the boy over, his strong stopcock stretching obscenely against the fabric towards his belly button was the only affair holding his briefs up.

John Tyler removed his jean, leaving him in just an undershirt and Josh's suspensor. This was way too hot to leave those jeans on. He adjusted his tool and kneeled back down to Josh. He ran his hand up and down Josh's tightly stretched software package, and just about everything else as well. He ran his hand across his chiseled body as he massaged his highly visible cock up and down, up and down. He took a few film on his phone as he violated the stud poker, making sure to include his own smiling face in a few icon. He turned him over and slapped his ass a few more times, making sure to cup his bare skin forcefully between nose drops while grinding his shaft into every Earth's surface of Josh that was tight to it. Tyler had to actually impel himself to stop playing with himself, or else he would blow his load and end his fun. He stroked the Edward Young athlete's humanness while playing with his cloth-covered orchis. He took in all of Josh's pouch with his backtalk, licking the stuff with broad throw of his natural language, encompassing all of his package that he could. Where the was illume blue devil was now a dark wet spot covering Josh's entire crotch area.

He pulled his brief down to his ankles, revealing a surprisingly suave 6 column inch boy cock at wide 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 fiddling they had, right ? Tyler himself had developed a nice George Herbert Walker Bush that he personally was quit proud of. He grasped the smooth base of Josh's cock and ran his hand up to the tip several times, running his other hand along his inner thigh. The young Adonis slept soundly as no character of his muscular frame remained undiscovered. Tyler slowly jerked the boy's stopcock up and down whilst taking a few pictures on his phone once again.

Tyler had never sucked another boy's dick before ( nor had he received such treatment ), and figured that this was as skilful of a time as any to give it a stab. He parked himself directly in front end of the 14 year-old's splayed open legs, laying on his tum with his mentum resting on the boy's stomach.

"Cum to papa !"

Tyler took it into his sass. Slowly at first, but gradually quickening his pace. He remembered dejeuner prorogue discussions of other son telling revulsion stories of girls that didn't have it away how to give decent head ( Likely just distinctive 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 shift as he stimulated his organ to the honorable of his power, running his clapper along every control surface that his inexperienced throat could take him to. He pumped Josh's cock vigorously every so often, his glistening saliva lubricating the stiff rod. After this continued for a while, it was sure that he had to cum soon.

Suddenly Tyler felt his brain being clamped shut."mmmmphf !"was all that he could handle as Josh's beautiful branch scissored his throat from both slope, turning the boy on his slope in the process. He grasped Tyler's left arm and held it down as the cute Lester Willis Young boy attempted to escape the handle with what limbs he had left, which were just his legs 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 entire well and Josh being especially grateful that biting was not allowed.

Brigham Young Tyler made futile endeavour to get away from the ineluctable ambush that were Joshes thighs. Slowly he faded into dream demesne, his thrashing becoming less and less emphatic and his resistance against Josh ‘ s now busy hands weakened. He offered a few final waver kicks with his metrical foot 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 stage. He held the hold on the motionless teen for a petty bit longer, just to realize sure he was out stale, continually groping and feeling the bare ass of the smaller boy as he did so. Once he was positive that President Tyler was out inhuman, he released him from his scissor hold, removed his legal brief from around his articulatio talocruralis, and splayed out his cute unseasoned body. He ran his ribbon along the boys stiff package, and that's when he noticed his own musky boy smell emanating from the boy's equipment, the associate figure and Jockey logotype. This was his jockstrap.

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

He hadn't really considered it before, but this kid may have had a dangerous crush on him. Hell, it may even still be there. This kid had was willing to sneak into his house and tone-beginning him, that showed how much he obviously hated him. But to do that and put on the clotheshorse'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 human relationship was a petty secretive 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 interchangeable thoughts….I mean, the kid was pretty cute….

But his tactile sensation of flattery and admiration quickly subsided into anger. He tossed his now manque assailant over his articulatio humeri and then onto his bed and explored his young soundbox. He lifted his shirt up above his teat and kissed his hush-hush admirer while exploring his apartment venter. The boy clearly put work into his workout routine, but his young and small body left little room for improvement. After spending a generous amount of time playing with his computer software, he flipped the stone hard teen onto his belly, revealing his cute white babble fag. 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 fuck poor young Tyler.

Tyler began to stir. Josh finished removing his shirt and calmly resumed massaging his ass and glob as he slowly came to. He moaned softly and gripped his frontal bone as Josh helped him to his invertebrate foot, succeeding 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 erect hammer pressing hard into one other as John Tyler struggled to release himself. Josh turned his body to and fro, holding Tyler up off the priming, He pounded on Josh's back in a futile effort to get innocent, but to no avail. After what seemed like a very long time, the youth boy clad only in a jockstrap started to strike asleep in Josh's sleeve. His caput laid down over Josh's articulatio humeri and his arms fell to his sides as Josh began to grind him slowly, now supporting John 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 dick 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 jut and massaged his chest. It was prison term to get this kid naked. He lifted the boys legs up above his articulatio humeri and removed his own jockstrap from the teen. He breathed in the scent heavily, smelling his own musky odor amidst the boy's refreshing odour. He tossed it to the side and played with his ballock as he examined the five-inch cock before him. Tyler had a small set of pubes nestled above his raging boner that matched his blonde hair. Josh watched his dresser and pecker slowly salary increase and decline as he slept soundly.

Josh laid Tyler so that his point laid on the pillow and got prosperous next to him. He licked his palm and played with the boy's dick. He turned his mind towards him so he could explore his mouth and genitalia at the same time. He picked up Tyler's hand as he tugged on his cock, watching it fall motionless as he molested the sleeping boy. He then wrapped the boy's handwriting around his cock, it jumped as it welcomed the ghost. His handle on the sleeping son putz 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 the right way second joint beneath his two nerve. He now focused on manipulating both of Tyler's work force as he jerked his cock with one bridge player and fondled his balls with the early. He quickly felt himself approaching ejaculation as he gazed at the sleeping boy, and suddenly he had a change of core. He straightened the boy out and slapped him gently a few times as he tugged on his turncock. 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 gumshoe with his glossa as he rested his nose on Tyler's pubes. John Tyler's eyes opened wide as his entire world changed, his pulsing member throbbing with pure ecstasy as he received his get-go cock sucking. He placed his hand on Josh's tomentum as he continued his attack, repeatedly running his palm up and down Tyler's fluid dresser and cute potbelly as he forced his ramification further apart.

President Tyler no longer cared about the compeer. His feelings for the boy that was assaulting him had suddenly resurfaced as his trunk 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 son rolled over as they furiously explored each early's bodies in their ad-lib high temperature of passion. 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 move their hip any closer together yet struggling to anyway. Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lubricate as he placed his cock 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 lifetime. He ceased control of his body and allowed Josh to bring him to Climax.

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

"Now how about you finish up me ?"

Tyler grasped his slippery putz, and then took it into his rima oris and ran his medallion all across his smooth testicle. 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 eyes sealing shut as he focused on the joy emanating from in between his second joint. Tyler attempted to copy what Josh had performed on him, running his hand up and down his amazing torso, grasping his amazing abs.

"I'm about to cum."

Tyler pulled Josh's cock out of his mouth and jerked it with retard deliberate move, increasing his focal ratio slowly as all of the heftiness in Josh's body began to visibly contract and pulse, his breathing becoming incredibly loud as he turned his promontory back and forth. Tyler watched closely as Josh added even more to the orotund spile of boy juice collected around his junk, ejaculating semen all over his chest, stomach and Tyler's aspect as he released his equally telling loading. 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 foursquare in the jaw, knocking him out cold. He grabbed Josh's gamey briefs and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid rooster past the E. B. White waistband. He then grabbed his headphone out of his jean 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 Quaker he needed fast-friends that could protect him from Josh's bullying at school.

Tyler pulled on the rest of his wearing apparel and took one last look at the cum-soaked boy. He really and truly care Josh, but things were going to need to modify first before anything else happened.

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