To the Victor Goes the Spoils

TO THE VICTOR GOES THE SPOILS

By Bryan Daniels

First thing you need to know is that Erik Delacroix is an asshole. He's also a very successful high school basketball coach, but that doesn't make him any less of an ass. Erik coaches at one of those rich suburban high schools and manages to manipulate things such as school rules, district boundaries, and even grade point averages to ensure that his team is always in the running to take state. I, on the other hand, coach at a Catholic school that has fairly strict academic standards, limited funding and facilities, and a deep code of ethics that the kids are supposed to abide by (neither Erik nor most of his players have the slightest concept of what ethics are). Each of the last three years Erik's team has wiped the floor with mine, I mean it wasn't even close and yet he was keeping his first string in to the final buzzer to run up the score. That was then, this is now. A couple of prime recruiting coups turned our program around, furthermore we would be playing against Erik in our gym this year, this was the year for revenge. Erik chose to raise the stakes. He showed up at our practice one afternoon (our schools are less than 30 miles apart) and watched us for a few minutes.

"Doing a little spying?" I asked.

"I don't need to spy, I already know how we're gonna beat you."

"You wish. What brings you over here."

"Finish practice and we'll talk."

We ran a few more drills and then I cut them loose. Erik and I met in my office while the team dressed and left. We mainly small-talked until they were all gone. Chris Sanders, my sophomore basketball manager, picked up the towels and then knocked on the door to tell me that everyone was gone and to ask if he could go for the night. "Take care Chris, you did good today."

"Thanks coach, g'night."

"Hot little fucker," Erik observed after Chris closed my office door and left, "but then you've always had an eye for the pretty ones."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't you. Britt you're the only person I know who has as much of a taste for teenage male flesh as I do."

"Erik you're full of it, I'm a happily married man and have been for six years."

"Look I've got a wife too, but that doesn't keep me from boning some tight pretty boybutts as often as I can."

"Erik, for your information, I have never cheated on my wife."

"In your mind you do all the time."

"What do you mean?"

"I've seen you at the Ponderosa (a gay bar), but only on the night's they have strippers, and always wearing sunglasses so people won't recognize you. I figured you out a long time ago, you're too chicken to act on your emotions but too human to stop looking, and from what I understand you do a lot of looking."

"What do you mean?"

"A friend of mine works at Sid's Adult Bookstore. Apparently you are in there late about once a week buying all the gay fuck magazines that specialize in young flesh. And I have a little more information along those lines. Last year you placed a video camera in a locker in our locker room that overlooked the shower room. My guess is that you've jerked off a hundred times watching the tape of my nude guys coming out of that shower room."

"I don't know where you're--"

"Britt don't deny it, one of my assistant coaches saw it to, and one of my players...you weren't as clever as you thought."

I saw where this was all headed. Erik was scared of my team this year and he was trying to blackmail me into throwing the game. I knew that the video camera would eventually cause me trouble. The school provided it for me last year to tape games so I could replay for the kids what happened on the court. One day, just for a lark, I hid it in our locker room and got some great footage of my players nude. I taped the opposing team's locker room a couple of times when they were here for games, but only once did I use the camera in another school's gym. I got my second technical and was ejected from the game against Erik's school with four minutes to go, four minutes was more than enough time to set up the camera in Erik's lockerroom. My goal was real simple, Lance Hirsch. Lance was Erik's starting small forward and more of a stud than any kid I've ever seen, God it was like an obsession to see him naked. The footage I got of him was not very clear, but clear enough to see that he was one well-endowed young man.

"What's your point to all this?"

"I was watching tape on your team the other day and happened to notice that adorable young man you have working as manager, I intend on fucking him."

"Erik go to hell."

"I propose a little wager, we win on Friday and you arrange for me and little boystud there to become very close."

"Erik I don't own the boy, he just works as the manager. I can't tell him to have sex with you."

"That's not what I hear. I hear the boy's pretty sheltered, has no father, and has sort of taken to you as a father figure. In fact what I hear is the boy sort of worships you. One word from you and I hear that your pretty young manager would do anything." There was a lot of truth to what Erik was saying. Chris grew up with only his mom and grandma. They home-schooled him until eighth grade. Last year high school had him scared to death. I sort of took him under my wing, made him the basketball manager, kept an eye on him...basically helped him adjust to life with the big kids. I'd like to think I did it because the kid needed a mentor, but in my heart of heart's I know I took care of him because I was totally infatuated with him. My religious convictions would never allow me to actually take him to bed (I am after all an official in my church) but God I loved keeping him near me so I could look, touch, and fantasize about him. Some of my favorite lockerroom video footage is of him coming out of the showers naked. Chris has the most beautiful, tight, round butt I've ever seen. If ever a man were built to get fucked it was Chris. "Erik you are out of your mind." "Oh come on, do it. You make the bet with me and I'll forget I ever noticed that camera last year. Imagine what those nuns at your school would think if it got out that you like filming naked boys."

"So this is blackmail."

"No, just a wager."

"What do I get if we win?"

"This," Erik said as he pulled a video cassette out of his briefcase. "I figure you must have wanted to see either Lance Hirsch or Tuck Davis when you planted that camera last year. Well you're not the only one with a video camera. On this tape is clear footage of both of them stark naked. And with Lance I have some bonus footage. I asked him after a game last year to lock up after he soaked in the hot tub for awhile. I figured he'd take advantage of having the locker room all too himself...he did. On this tape is very good footage of Lance sticking one very big cock up a very lucky cheerleader's pussy. Lance is one very hot stud, and he gives the girl a mean fuck. The tape is yours if you win this weekend, Chris is mine if we win, very simple and straightforward."

"And regardless of who wins you'll completely forget about that taping incident?"

"Never will be spoken about again."

This was tough, I mean here I was playing with someone else's virtue, not to mention my own career if word of this ever got out. On the other hand even just a whiff of a scandal, like me taping the boys shower room, would cause the school officials to drop me like yesterday's garbage. On top of that how would I explain the reasons for my firing to my wife, she plainly would not understand why I was taping nude boys. The answer of course to all this was easy, we just had to win. Win the game and Chris' chastity would remain intact, I'd keep my job, Erik's nasty little plan would be thwarted, and I'd be a hero at school....oh, and also I'd get to see the Lance Hirsch sex video.

I prayed and prayed that we'd win. I kept telling myself that it was inappropriate to call for divine assistance so that I could see a tape of a high school boy fucking his girlfriend, so I continually assured God that my real motivation was just to save poor Chris' virginity.

With twenty-two seconds left we were down 52-50. The boys had fought valiantly and we were still very much in the game. The crowd was rocking as we took out the ball. We got down the court, 17 seconds--16--15--14--they knocked the ball out of bounds, we re-inbounded it. With six seconds left none other than Lance Hirsch swatted at the ball. He didn't get a hold of it but he did knock it away from our player. A scramble on the floor ensued, one of my guys got a hand on the ball and threw up a desperation shot...it wasn't even close.

"My wife's out of town next Sunday through Tuesday, Chris is welcome any or all of those days," Erik whispered as we shook hands after the game. There wasn't much talking in the lockerroom, the team was pretty crestfallen about losing one that was so close. I just sat in my office trying to figure out what to do next. Maybe just maybe Erik was kidding, you know, testing me or something. "Oh dear God, there's got to be some solution here." After everyone was gone Erik strolled into my office. "I figured you went home with your boys," I stated dejectedly. "No, most of them came with parents or friends. They're out celebrating."

"Erik for the love of everything decent please don't hold me to the bet."

"Britt, by a week from Tuesday I can guarantee you your boy is gonna be permanently freed from his virginity, if not then you'll be permanently freed from ever teaching school again after I break the news of all of your indiscretions."

I had always known better. From the time I was a boy in Sunday School I'd been taught that if you give the devil even the tiniest inch he'll drag you straight to hell. The first time I turned that video camera towards shower room I was running headlong into the web of sin which now had me bound. I played the only card I felt like I had left. I pulled off my shirt and unbuckled my pants. "Perhaps I can make you an offer that will be equally acceptable," I offered as I put my hand up under Erik's shirt. Erik put his hand down my briefs and grabbed my cock. I pulled off his shirt and rubbed his nipples. When I was a freshman in high school one of the older guys on the basketball team sort of took me on as his pet. He practiced with me, introduced me to the right people in school, and took me home and fucked me all year long. I knew that what I was doing was terribly wrong but he was a star athlete, and it all felt so good. At least once a day I'd resolve to break things off with him but as soon as he came around I lost the nerve and submitted again and again. By the time I was a senior in high school I was sneaking into gay bars and servicing guys in the bathroom. About half way through college God finally got through to me again and I vowed that I would never do any of that again, no how, no way. Five months later I got married and maintained my vow to remain pure. Erik's hand fondling my meat brought back a flood of memories that I thought were long gone. Suddenly the thrill of being bad all came back to me. I tried to imagine how pissed off God would be about me breaking my vow. Certainly he would understand, I was doing this to save poor Chris and that made the whole thing somehow noble.

Erik pulled down his shorts and briefs. A very thick, very long dick sprung out. Man I was glad I was trading my body for Chris', there was no way his teenage butt could handle Erik's 9-inch weapon. He pulled me tight against his hard, 36 year old body, his huge butt-tamer was mashed against my own blood-engorged meat. Erik pulled my face to his and slipped his tongue deep into my mouth. It was funny, there was no question that I truly hated Erik, he was the epitome of everything I considered despicable, and yet he was turning me on in ways I hadn't felt since college. As his finger found its way to my asshole and slipped inside. I remembered how much I used to love getting fucked. God forgive me but I really wanted his cock up my hole. Erik got down on his knees and in one gulp swallowed all of my seven and a half inches. Oh man it felt good to get a blowjob again (my wife and I decided on our honeymoon that oral sex was probably too dirty and agreed not to ever do it--actually she sort of decided that and I went along with it). In one way I didn't mind, I never was very enthused about licking out pussy, but oh how I missed getting a warm mouth and hyperactive tongue all over my manhood. Erik's tongue rolled across my shaft even while it was buried totally in his mouth. I was positively drooling pre-cum and he was lapping it up. He started pulling on my nuts with one hand and rubbing my inner thigh with the other. The inner thigh hand didn't spend long along my leg but quickly slid back up into my crack and to my rear opening. His middle finger started fucking my hole at the exact same tempo that his mouth worshipped my meat. Recently it almost felt like my wife was thinking sex was more a duty or a chore, it was nice to be given the proper appreciation I felt a body and dick like mine deserves.

Erik stood up and again slid his tongue into my mouth. "How long's it been since you sucked cock?"

"Eight, ten years I guess, since college," I whispered.

"They say it's like bicycle riding, you never forget. Let's see."

I knelt down and breathed in the heady scent of sweat and flesh from his crotch. At full erection Erik's cock has a downward bend to it, that would make it easier to swallow it. I licked under his foreskin and tasted some leftover cheese. I pulled back his foreskin and completely cleaned off the exposed knob. The taste of Erik's dickcheese really turned me on. There's something truly nasty/evil tasting the leftovers under a guy's foreskin, I felt perfectly sinful as I dined on this man's meat and cheese.

Erik pushed his pole down my throat. I couldn't take it all at first but before long I deep-throating his monster like an old pro. "God

that's good," Erik moaned. "Maybe we ought to do Chris together."

"What do you mean? You're not doing Chris anymore."

"The hell I'm not."

"But that was the agreement, you traded Chris for me."

"I never agreed to that, I just let you throw yourself at me."

"Then what the heck am I doing this for?"

"For fun, why else?"

I stood up feeling like I'd been used. "What's it gonna take to keep you from fucking Chris and also to keep you from saying anything about the taping?"

"That isn't gonna happen, I'm gonna do everything I can to get inside that pretty boy's ass."

"Then get out of my office."

"We haven't fucked."

"And we aren't going to."

"Oh come on, I figured I'd stick my pride up your hole while you watch Lance porking some lucky bitch." Erik put a tape into the VCR next to my desk and hit play. There was Lance leaning against a massage table while some girl knelt in front of him and sucked on his cock. Lance was totally naked and as tan and buffed as a model. "Lance is in prime form in this. The guy is a sexual dynamo and the moves he makes on this girl, I mean the guy is fucking heaven." Lance took the girls head in his hands and began to fuck her face. It was obvious that he knew what he wanted and knew how to get it. Damn I wanted to see his big dick slide up her cunt, I wanted to see his blond pubic bush mash against her pelvis. Erik took a condom out of his wallet and started to roll it onto his meat. His cock looked so good straining inside the latex. All I'd have to do is turn around and bend over, an action I do dozens of times in a day. At this point (I mean I had already sucked his cock) what was there left to lose. I bent over while facing the TV and pulled my cheeks apart. The head of Erik's dick felt like a basketball as it pushed against my fuckhole. He kind of teased my hole for a second by doing a couple of friendly jabs against the opening.

"Take it slow, it's been awhile," I reminded.

"Fuck that, you're an athlete, you're supposed to know how to play with pain." He then jammed it forward for real, nine plus inches barreling through me like a freight train. The pain caused me to stand straight up, Erik clamped my body next to his in his strong grip. "Take it fucker," he growled. I grabbed the edge of my desk and held on as he started brutally sodomizing me. I was in pain but all he cared about was that my extremely tight hole was giving him the ride of his life. Slam--slam--slam--he just kept pounding it. For the first few minutes of the fuck I was seeing stars and having a difficult time focusing on anything but the pain in my ass. What reinvigorated the rest of my senses again was when I caught sight of Lance putting the girl (she was still fully dressed) onto the massage table, pulling to the side her panties, and having his way with her. How fucking right it looked to see a gorgeous 17 year old boy satisfying himself. I couldn't help feeling nostalgic about myself at 17. Young, virile, constantly horny, and completely unconcerned with right or wrong. All of a sudden I was really happy that Erik's immoral cock was making me a whore again. He fucked me so hard that my cheeks were stinging. Erik and Lance were fucking in the same rhythm, when Lance slowed down or ground his meat hard into the girls cunt Erik did the same to me. Lance fucked for quite a while but he couldn't last as long as his coach...Erik fucked long after the tape had ended. Finally I could hear the tell-tale breathing sounds. I pulled off of him, knelt down, literally tore off his condom, and had my first taste of papa's milk in almost a decade. Erik loved filling my mouth with his goo

I knew I had to do something to help poor Chris out, Erik's lethal weapon would just tear apart the poor boy's virgin hole. I knew Erik would not be deterred in his quest and so my only other option was to open Chris up some myself before Erik got to him. I contemplated the depths of the depravity I was sinking to. I was plotting how to ravish an innocent young boy who trusted me completely. I tried to convince myself that what I was doing was still quite noble because I was doing it strictly to save Chris some pain, but confidentially I was really looking forward feeling his cherry hole grab my cock in its deathgrip.

On Friday night I offered to drive Chris home after practice so he'd be home in time for dinner.

"Dinner's whenever I get home, nobody is there but me."

"Why?"

"Mom drove grandma down to Evansville until Sunday."

"So what are you gonna do for dinner?"

"I don't know, a sandwich or something."

We stopped at Kentucky Fried Chicken and took home a bucket. I called my wife from his house. "Well then don't wait dinner for me--No it'll probably be late--Well he is my responsibility, I can't just leave him here all alone--For God's sake he's only 15--He said she'd be home around eleven or eleven-thirty (yeah, I lied) so I'll see you then." God how quickly Satan had drawn me into his web of deceit. Now I was lying to my wife. Adultery, lying, illicit taping, swearing, gambling--it was getting out of hand, but by the same token I knew I couldn't get off this ride now until it reached the end. I didn't even try anymore to convince myself not to seduce Chris, it was gonna happen and that was all there was to that.

"Chris who do you talk to about things like sex?"

"No one."

"Not your mom?"

"No, that'd be embarrassing."

"Well you must have questions."

"Yeah, well, uh--no."

"Chris I'm only thirteen years older than you but I feel sort of like you are my son, and that means I have responsibilities for you."

"I wish you were my dad." I pulled Chris onto my lap and pulled his head against my chest, he just melted against it. I rubbed my hand along his back.

"Look if you are worried about the feelings you are having, don't. It's perfectly normal at your age to want to fuck."

"It's not fair. I'm feeling the urge now, but I'm not allowed to do anything until I get married and they say I'm not supposed to get married until I get through college. What do I do for the next seven years?"

"How bad would it be if you didn't wait until you were married."

"No I have to, sex is one of the big sins."

"Well your only other alternative is to get by with just beating for the next few years."

"Are you kidding, that stuff's behind me, I know better."

"What do you mean `behind you'?"

"I did that when I was like thirteen and fourteen, but I'm too old to be doing stupid stuff like that anymore."

"Who told you that."

"My mom. She caught me once and told me how only immature people do something that dirty."

It was time for Chris to get an education. I moved him off my lap and stood up in front of him. I pulled down my zipper, pushed down my pants and briefs, and started fondling my cock. His jaw dropped as it grew. Once it got to full strength I started jerking on it. I leaned towards him so he could see it even closer. "Every man I know masturbates, even in their 70s and 80s they jack-off. I beat off every day. Every boy in that high school beats off every day. Every guy up at the college beats off every day or nearly every day. You won't outgrow it, and heaven help you if you did."

"But you're married, why would you need to--"

"Sometimes wives just don't want to. Sometimes just because it feels good to do it."

"Wow. That is such a relief. I lied about when I've done it. I masturbated just four days ago but I didn't want to say anything for fear you'd think bad of me.

"Chris who am I hurting because I'm masturbating?"

"No one."

"Exactly, and it feels really good, so why would you not do it?" He continued to stare, awestruck at my meat. "Are you gonna make me do this by myself now or are you gonna join me?" I sat down next to Chris while he pulled down his pants. He pulled out somewhere around, or just smaller than, seven inches. He grabbed his prick and started to work it, just like I was doing. I took his hand and placed it on my cock. A huge grin broke across his face as he wrapped his hand around my fuck muscle. He wasn't as interested in beating it as in fingering it and feeling its girth, heft, and texture. I leaned close to him and whispered, "you want to see me naked?"

"Oh yeah."

I stood up and stripped for the boy, then I helped him out of his clothes. We sat back down together and I groped his body. "Isn't what we're doing a sin?" he asked.

"Do you really care, even if it is?"

"No."

"Neither do I." I leaned over and put my mouth on his cock. The sigh of relief that that boy let out could have been heard in the next room. I started working my way up and down his cock initiating him with his first ever blowjob. It was at that moment that I knew I'd passed the point of no return. All during the week I'd been telling myself that the thing with Erik was just a quickie, not a life changing experience. Now as I sucked the boy's hard shaft I knew that I couldn't/wouldn't go back. It had been too hard, way too painful, ten years ago to cut myself off from male sex and promiscuous fun. I wouldn't go through that again, nor did I want to. In truth I loved sucking that kid's penis much more than I liked being good.

Chris' balls quickly proved that they were in working order sending a deluge of boyjuice into my mouth where I could savor it before swallowing it.

"Don't think," I instructed after emptying his twinkie of its cream filling.

"What?"

"Don't think, just relax and breathe and enjoy what I do to you."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want you to feel guilty, to second guess what we've done, or anything else. Just relax and let your body enjoy the sensations." I put his feet up on the couch and started licking between his toes. I then licked all over the bottom of his feet and then went to work on his toes again, sucking each one as if it were a little cock. My plan worked, by the time I got to his ankles his cock was rock hard again. I licked up the inside of his legs to his thighs. When I reached his balls I knew I needed more room so I picked him up in my arms and he directed me to his bedroom. I laid him on his stomach and crawled between his legs. I slobbered all over his little boy nuts as I stretched and pulled them. After making his balls soaking wet I dove my tongue into his hairless butt crack. His tiny rosebud hole was so tight and clenched that I had to spend a good ten to fifteen minutes (yes my jaw muscles were exhausted) working his butthole until it was a little more loose and definitely sloppy wet. I lifted him up to a kneeling position and then started loosening his ass even more with my fingers. I think he knew what was coming but he trusted me enough to lead him on without questioning what we were doing. Finally I laid down on the bed, slathered a ton of lube on my prick and in Chris' asshole, and positioned him above me. "Now lower yourself onto my cock slowly. Don't rush it."

"Is it gonna hurt?"

"Yeah some, at first. But it feels great too. Think about it, you're taking my dick inside of you. You're gonna be having another man's penis all the way inside of you. You're gonna be getting fucked." A little smile crossed his face. I think Chris had spent so much of his life only being good that on those rare occasions when he got to be bad it meant a lot more to him than to most people. His butthole centered on my knob and then very gingerly he allowed my cock helmet to break through his anal door. He was breathing heavy trying to get used to the invader while I rubbed his chest and stomach to soothe him.

Chris shifted his weight a little to lower himself down a little more and lost his balance. I felt bad for Chris but I gotta tell you, what happened was the greatest feeling of my life. As he lost his balance he sat straight down. In less than a second my entire cock was buried in his butt. I knew he was hurting because his ass was clamped around my dick so tight like it was trying to squeeze it to death. So incredible did it feel to, in one drop, have his tight little butt completely grab me that I sat straight up just as a reflex. The tears were pouring out of the corners of Chris' eyes. "Just stay completely still until you get used to it," I insisted while running my hands all up and down his soft flesh. "I know it's killing you right now but it will stop, just stick with it."

Chris' body was wound tighter than a spring at first but bit by bit I felt him loosen up. When the tears stopped coming and his shoulders weren't as rigid as iron I figured it was okay to continue. I laid Chris back onto the bed and began to slowly withdraw my poker. When just the head was left I slid it back down. Chris wasn't crying anymore (he still wasn't saying much either though) and so I picked up the pace. I started feverishly kissing and licking his face while I made love to the boy's ass. I loved the feel of my balls slapping up lightly against his firm buttcheeks each time I plunged inside. Before long Chris opened his eyes and whispered to me, "I like it." Like me I could tell that Chris had just come through a door that he would not be passing back through...he liked making love.

While I massaged his prostate with my dick I fondled his cock to the point where it came back to life. The boy was now getting full court sex, a dick in his ass, my tongue in his mouth, and my fingers all over his prick...I had all the good parts covered. I fucked him hard, I fucked him gentle, I caressed, raped, tortured, and babied his asshole with my penis. I slowed down each time I felt the magma begin to rise in my volcano because I wanted his ass to get very used to the feel of a cock, that way Erik's assault the next week would be less painful. Just by fingering and tugging on his prick some I got him to come another time and then another before I decided it was time to splatter my jooze all over the wall of his ass. It felt so good turning that tight little cornhole into a receptacle for my semen. I spurted and spurted and spurted, loading him up the biggest load I've spent in years. I slowly removed my extremely sensitive member from his tail and then collapsed on top of him. We kissed a little more, I played with his tits and licked out his armpits, and then we showered together (where I sucked out another load from his oh-so-willing testicles).

"Can we do this some more, I mean keep doing it?" Chris asked.

"Sure but you probably need to try sex with someone else too just so you can learn from more than just me."

"I don't know anyone else."

"I may be able to find another guy who'd like to have fun with you, let me see what I can do."

As I said at the top of the story I still think that Erik Delacroix is an asshole, and I still intend to crush his team next year, but to his credit he has his good points too. For example the day after Erik had his tryst with Chris I got a videotape from him. On the videotape was the complete encounter between Lance Hirsch and the cheerleader, the nude footage he'd shot in his own lockerroom, and the total sex session between Erik and Chris; as assholes go Erik has his moments.