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mess around with so he didn’t look like a fool in front of a man he cared about. “No, I’ve just been with a girl, that’s all.”
    Harris removed his finger and turned Seth, cupping his cheeks, and kissing his lips gently. When the kiss ended, Coach rested his forehead against Seth’s and breathed in deeply.
    “I can’t believe it. You’re a virgin. Oh fuck,” Harris moaned, “I’m going to enjoy introducing you to the world of anal sex. Relax and let me get you there.”
    Coach spun him around and the pressure was back. Part of him wanted to tell Coach to stop, but he wasn’t sure he wanted this over. If he said no, he had no doubt that Harris would never touch him again, and he might kick him off the team, too. The finger was back, the pressure more. Then Harris’s finger popped in and Seth gasped, crying out as he clenched down hard. He was panting, his ears buzzing. Harris kissed his shoulder and said the sweetest things, leaving Seth unwilling to end whatever was going on. Coach removed his finger before he moved to massaging Seth’s ass, then his lower back.
    “Babe, I’ll be gentle, but you’re super tight. It’s going to hurt. I guess we could stop if you—you know, needed to.” Harris said the last words with disdain, showing the shame he would feel toward Seth if he walked away.
    Seth gulped in air and tried to catch his breath. He shook his head. No freaking way would he say no to Coach, not right now. He wanted this, wanted the connection with this man who had ruled so much of his life for the last four years. It was crazy but he needed this bond. It all made sense now. Harris had acted like he hated him, but really his coach had wanted him.
    The pain from Harris’s fingers in his ass flared again. Then Seth saw a foil package fall to the ground beside his feet. This was happening . Fear and worry twisted through him. He wasn’t ready, but Harris was. The pain left him when Harris removed his finger. His ass throbbed and he didn’t know if he could take a cock. The word No almost fell from his lips, then he felt Harris’s finger again, only this time it slid in easily. The pain was there, but it was manageable. The sting lessened even more and the pain notched down again. He could breathe, and there wasn’t any doubt that he wanted this…at least he thought he did. Was he really ready to have a cock in his ass? Seth glanced over his shoulder, catching Harris’s gaze. They stared at each other for a long moment before Harris shot him a crooked smile that melted Seth’s heart. Warmth bubbled up inside of him and he couldn’t say no, not to this man, not to his coach of the last four years.
    The sound of Harris’s zipper being lowered made him flinch. He knew what was coming, and he wasn’t ready. Then Harris pulled him close, pressing his chest to Seth’s back. He turned Seth’s head just enough so they could kiss. It was magical, heart stopping, amazing. All of the gushy, chick flick, overly dramatic kisses in movies couldn’t match the feeling he had while wrapped in Harris’s arms, their bodies pressed together as Harris prepared to possess him. Any hesitation he had earlier fled when the kiss ended and Harris cupped his cheek.
    “It’s always been you I’ve wanted. God, Seth, you’re perfect for me,” Harris whispered as his eyes searched Seth’s. The seconds ticked by as they stared at each other. Maybe he was crazy, but Seth knew this wasn’t just fucking as Harris’s hands slid down his body, over his chest to his ass, and finally around to his dick and balls.
    Then Harris moved and lined up his cock, pressing against Seth’s opening, pushing him against the cold lockers. Heat warred with cold and he tried to breathe evenly but the anticipation was playing havoc with him. The cold was about to win when Harris pushed harder and popped in. Heat flashed through him, stealing his breath, his voice, his thoughts. When he could draw in enough air to keep himself