Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 19:08:55 -0500
From: Bry  Daniels <666lover@angelfire.com>
Subject: 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.