Getting It Right
Copyright© 2025 by G Younger
Prologue
Coming of Age Sex Story: Prologue - This is the second book in the Wrinkle in Time Trilogy. It is a stand-alone book with an all-new cast that embraces getting a second chance, a do-over. Fortunately, this time, Xander had a cheat: life experience. I’d become the old man who no longer gave a fuck about others’ opinions. The problem was that by the time I learned this, I died … or so I thought. I found myself thrown back in time to do it all over again. Could I get it right this time?
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Fiction Humor School DoOver Sharing Gang Bang Group Sex First Facial Oral Sex Slow
“The worst enemy you can ever meet will always be yourself.”
F. W. Nietzsche – Thus Spoke Zarathustra
When I first saw this quote, I didn’t understand it. Then I got old and sick.
It’s incredible how a stay in the hospital makes you realize that most of what you worry about is stupid. One of my biggest fears—taking my shirt off if anyone might see me—certainly qualified. Over time, I’d gained too much weight and decided no one should see that. Then, I suddenly found myself in a hospital, with nurses and doctors exposed to it all as they cared for me. At some point, something inside me shifted, and it no longer mattered.
That made me reflect on everything else that had held me back, such as what others thought and whether I was really good enough. But changing that was out of reach because...
It all came down to a lack of confidence and the fear of failure, which had plagued me all my life. When I looked back, I realized I might’ve been so much more, done so much more, gained so much more if only I’d faced my fears.
I didn’t find gaining confidence to be easy; it required diving into the stuff I feared most. I didn’t gain confidence by doing what made me feel good or taking the easy way out. In the end, it was overcoming my fear that gave me confidence.
As they say, it was easier said than done. Fortunately, I had a cheat: life experience. I’d become the old man who no longer gave a fuck about others’ opinions.
That didn’t mean that the fear had disappeared. It meant I had to be honest with myself and recognize it for what it was. What held me back? If someone asked me something, I gave them my honest opinion, not what they wanted to hear. I didn’t have to hide parts of myself for others to accept me.
That didn’t mean going around dropping truth bombs or unloading on people. I didn’t force myself on others. But over time, I became someone you could ask a question of and get an honest answer.
It also gave me the strength to do what I wanted.
Full stop.
I could do what I wanted.
Not in some vigilante way where I would buy a gun and start meting out justice. But if I wanted to do something, I did it. I took the vacation I’d always wanted to go on. If I didn’t feel like doing something I didn’t want to do, I stayed home. Peeling back the layers, fundamentally, I simply no longer let others control what I did.
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