Getting It Right
Copyright© 2025 by G Younger
Chapter 14
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 14 - 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 Violence
The summer was ending, and football practice was starting. Xander was in his bedroom, taking his measurements. He was now six feet tall and weighed 155 pounds, having grown a full eight inches and gained 36 pounds over the past year. The weight gain had come from the added muscle he’d gotten from working out, but he was still skinny.
Xander was most proud of his abs, which now showed definition. It was the stomach he’d always wanted in his past life, but had never put in the work to have. His arms and chest also showed marked improvement, and Pam claimed he had the best butt in the incoming freshman class.
Growth had also occurred in another area—nothing major, but Xander had gained a quarter of an inch in length and was now a full seven inches in girth.
Overall, he was amazed when he looked at the before and after pictures.
Something else he’d done was find a heavy bag to hang in the garage. John’s dad had boxed, so he showed the boys the proper technique for punching. They’d added time each day for pounding the bag when it wasn’t their turn to lift.
John’s dad had also come through when the ten-year plan was unveiled. The land the realtor found for them was right where it needed to be. His grandfather had just signed a contract to sell their purchase at a price nearly quadruple their original investment. Xander was trying to remember what had happened during these years to identify other opportunities to grow his money even more.
His relationship with Pam had grown to the point where she referred to him as her boyfriend. He’d kept his word and hadn’t nudged her out of her comfort zone. She did allow him some liberties, which involved second base, but they both kept their pants on.
That is, except for the time she and Kelly had dared him to show them his cock. Seeing his near eight inches had sealed his fate. Pam was convinced it would split her wide open if she ever tried to have sex with him.
His sister burst into his room and froze.
“Are you taking pictures of yourself?” she asked, aghast.
Xander thought for a moment about what he should say.
“The ladies need to see what you’ve got, or they won’t swipe right,” Xander said.
“Oh,” was her witty comeback. After a moment’s pause, she slammed his door and scampered off.
Izzy had seemed a bit traumatized by seeing her brother naked. He wondered if that would stop her from barging into his room unannounced.
The next morning, when Xander came downstairs for breakfast, his sister wasn’t yet up. He wished he could still be asleep, but football practice began that day.
“Swipe right?” his mom asked.
“It’s just one of those things us guys do for the ladies,” Xander said.
“You sticking with that?”
He decided to come clean.
“I’ve been taking pictures and keeping stats since I started school last year.”
His mom held out her hand. Xander came up with several witty retorts but let them die on his lips. The old man in him said, ’What the fuck?’ making his decision for him. He unlocked his phone and handed it to his mom.
He ate his breakfast as his mom flipped through his pictures.
“That’s ... uhm ... quite a change,” she finally said.
“I figure I might grow a couple more inches,” Xander said, referring to his height.
His mother looked at him skeptically and actually giggled.
“That would be impressive.”
The lightbulb came on. Who knew she was a dirty girl?
“On that note, I need to get going,” Xander said, holding out his hand to get his phone back.
Xander rode his bike to school. His ride there was interesting as he flew down the mountain. He was a little worried about the ride home, but decided to do it anyway. What was the ancient saying? If it didn’t kill him, it would make him stronger. Xander hoped he lived.
The West Fork Tigers had been an average team for the past few years. They were in a tough conference recently, one that boasted a state champ and a runner-up.
Looking to change things up, the school board had hired a new head coach, Jude Hammer. He’d been a graduate assistant at Georgia Tech and was looking for his first coaching job out of college.
Coach Hammer gathered the team in the gym before practice.
“Welcome, men. I call you all men because I plan on treating you like that until you prove otherwise. You don’t want me thinking you’re just boys.”
The steady gaze he gave the room made believers out of everyone. He then ran through his expectations for the team, stuff like showing up on time every day and being ready to work. He also handed out playbooks and commented that your left nut might be forfeit if you lost it.
“As you might have expected, we’re changing the offensive and defensive schemes this year. On offense, we’ll run the triple option as our base play. The triple option is just one play in our playbook, but if we execute it correctly, it might be the best play in high school football.
“The key to success is that we’re going to have to block at least two people. When that happens, it’ll give us a numbers and angles advantage, making the play almost impossible to defend.
“On defense, we’re going to implement a five-three-three package with five linemen, three linebackers, and three defensive backs,” Coach Hammer said.
Xander remembered this speech from his first time through. Football had been one of the bright spots for him during high school. He’d played defensive tackle and offensive guard. He wished he’d had more confidence in himself and tried out for running back and defensive end, but at the time, he’d worried he wasn’t athletic enough. This time around, Xander was going to go for it.
The freshmen were all sent to get the leftover gear, as the upperclassmen had gotten the first pick. Coach Carlton was assigned to coach the freshmen. He took them out and warmed them up before announcing the first drill.
“We want to see what you have, so I’ve asked some JV players to help us. It’s a one-on-one drill. We’ll start with the freshmen on defense. All you have to do is get past your opponent,” Coach Carlton said. “Who wants to go first?”
Xander raised his hand.
“Okay, Thornwood, show me something.”
Xander smiled when he saw sophomore offensive tackle Tommy Walker step up. Tommy would eventually play college ball, and he and Xander had been good friends in his past life. Xander remembered that Tommy had put his dick in the dirt the last time through.
But that could be said of almost all the freshmen. Sophomores and juniors tended to be stronger and had a year or more of practice to rely on. Plus, only the JV’s best was going up against the freshmen. Tommy was about to find out things would be different this time—not that he would know otherwise.
“Go on first sound,” Coach Carlton said.
Xander stood up like a defensive end as Tommy took a three-point stance. Once he was set, Coach Carlton barked, “Go!”
Tommy fired toward Xander, low and hard. If he let Tommy get into his body, Xander was doomed. So Xander made a jab step to the left and then juked right as he smacked Tommy in the head to push his momentum away. Xander felt contact, so he spun to get some separation to get around Tommy.
He chuckled as Tommy reached for him. That was a big no-no for offensive linemen because it was a near-certain holding call. Xander slammed his hand down on Tommy’s wrist to break his grip on his jersey. Tommy stumbled face-first into the dirt as Xander dashed past him.
The freshman players erupted as Tommy pounded his fist in the dirt.
When the drill was done, three freshmen stood out: Xander, Kevin, and Jake.
Then they switched to the freshmen blocking. Of course, Tommy wanted revenge, so he and Xander were up first.
What made Tommy so good was that he was tenacious and never gave up. This time, Xander took a three-point stance to face the big sophomore. As a guard, he’d played against many players who were much bigger than he was. The key was to gain leverage, which meant Xander had to stay low and try to stand Tommy up. If that happened, he could use his legs to drive Tommy back.
On the snap, they both went low, and the crowns of their helmets collided, bringing them to a sudden stop. Xander knew he only had a split second, so he popped Tommy’s shoulder pads up to get under them.
“Fucker!” Tommy hissed as he realized Xander had gotten the better of him.
That’s when he switched into bear mode, grabbed Xander’s shoulder pads, and lifted him off the ground to toss him aside.
“We’ll have none of that!” Coach Carlton yelled.
Thankfully, Tommy didn’t toss him ten yards down the field like he was capable of. Coach Carlton called it a draw.
None of the other freshmen did any better, which made the JV players happy. Xander smiled when Tommy glared at him as he rejoined the JV squad.
Coach Hammer was a sadist: he spent more than half the practice running them. By the end, about two-thirds of the team lay on the ground, wishing they were only dead. Xander was among the few freshmen standing, but he still had to ride his bike home.
When he got out of the shower, he checked his messages. One was from Chantel, inviting him over. He thought he had enough energy left for that.
Pam was lying out to improve her tan before school started and thinking about Xander. He should be up for sainthood because he’d been patient with her. At the beginning of summer, she hadn’t been ready for more, but lately, Pam wished Xander would push a bit harder. She might give in to her desires.
Xander was becoming a man, one she could envision making a future with, even though her mother had warned her that high school relationships never lasted. She said Pam would regret not being a virgin when she finally met the man she was meant to be with.
But seeing Xander without his shirt on, lounging around the pool, did things to her lady parts. Right at that moment, her bikini bottom was damp from thinking about him.
As she stepped inside her bedroom, she wondered how much longer it would be before he made a move. Pam jerked down her damp bikini bottoms. It felt all too good to peel off her top and free her breasts. Her nipples were wrinkled with excitement as she relived how they felt when Xander toyed with them.
Pam lay back on her bed, moaning, rubbing her swollen clit as she let her fingers slide through her folds.
“Xander,” she moaned. “Please, touch my pussy.”
Pam might have been scared when she was with him, but in her imagination, she was a confident, sexual woman who got what she wanted. Pam sank her finger inside herself as she fantasized about Xander pushing her thighs apart and putting his rigid rod at her entrance. Then he would thrust his hips forward, and somehow, her body would engulf his massive weapon.
Pam could see him with that wicked glint he sometimes got. This was their special moment, one they would remember forever. She groaned out loud as she hoped her burning pussy would clamp down on the rigid lance buried in her depths.
Pam frantically jilled herself off as she dreamed of their first encounter. She stiffened as she peaked in a prolonged spasm that left her gasping as she came again and again.
Xander rode his bike into Brandi’s driveway and saw a car parked there. It wasn’t her dad’s, which confused him. He thought about returning later but decided that would be a waste of time, so he knocked on the door. Chantel opened it, and she looked at him with an undecipherable expression.
“Don’t be mad,” Chantel blurted.
When someone said that, it meant there was a good reason to be mad. Xander’s eyebrows came together when he heard guys laughing. It sounded like it was coming from Brandi’s bedroom.
“What’s going on?”
“I invited Steve over because I knew you’d be with Brandi,” she began.
Xander had hooked Chantel up with Steve, and they’d hit it off. Steve knew she still spent time with Xander, but Chantel still wanted time with him after Brandi’d had enough. Steve knew the score and was happy to get laid, so he hadn’t complained.
“That doesn’t sound like just Steve in there, and I made it clear to him Brandi was off-limits,” Xander said.
“Well, Steve invited John because John’s cousin could drive them. Then Donnie—”
“For fuck’s sake,” Xander exclaimed, interrupting her.
Of all people, Donnie had intruded into his life once again.
“Is there anyone else?” Xander finally asked.
“No, that’s it,” Chantel said, then added, “This is all my fault.”
“It’s been a good time, Chantel. I want to thank you for the education, but I’m not into gang bangs. Tell Brandi it’s been nice, and I wish her the best.”
Chantel took a deep breath.
“She’s going to kill me.”
“I’ll let you two work that out,” Xander said and walked out.
The old man reminded him that this had to end at some point, but Xander wasn’t in the mood to listen.
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