Getting It Right
Copyright© 2025 by G Younger
Chapter 23
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 23 - 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
Xander woke up the next morning and found his phone had blown up. One thing made him a little mad, and another put a smile on his face. Both could be attributed to someone or someones he knew.
He was miffed that someone had given his digits to football recruiters, and messages flooded in to make first contact. If this was a taste of what was to come, he might have to get a new number.
The one that made him happy was that someone had given ‘Smoke Show’ his number. Whoever did that should soon receive a knighthood or become the queen of the land for their excellent judgment. Granted, Caleigh only said she enjoyed meeting him, but he read so much more into that one message that it made the old man inside him chuckle. This meant he could track her down once Kelly dumped him. With his track record, that might be tomorrow or in six months, but it would happen.
He all but skipped downstairs, where his mom and Izzy were eating breakfast.
“You slept in,” his mom said.
“He’s hungover,” Izzy said.
His mom raised her eyebrows.
“You drank at the party? You usually abstain.”
“He also hit on two cheerleaders from Green Forest in front of his new girlfriend,” Izzy overshared.
Whoever was feeding his sister intel would soon meet their demise. Then again, everyone was obsessed with social media. It wouldn’t surprise him if a casual search would uncover what his sister reported. He would wait and interrogate her once his mother was out of the house so he could torture the little brat. His mom generally frowned at Izzy screaming.
His expression must’ve given his thoughts away because Izzy’s eyes widened, and she quickly stared at her plate of French toast.
“You have a new girlfriend?” his mom asked.
“Kelly Flint; I think you know her mother, Jill. I don’t know if Kelly has told her mom we’re dating, so this might give you a chance to call her. You can say you want to make sure her daughter’s on birth control or some other payback you can think of,” Xander said, throwing his mom a bone.
Kelly’s mom had been the ringleader who gathered all the parents to discuss the middle school dance when everyone had ‘dates.’ That led to his mom being coerced into serving as a chaperone.
“You do care,” his mom said with a big smile.
“There’s something else Izzy left out: we need to talk to Coach Hammer today. I’m being recruited to play college football, and there’s stuff we must do to make that happen.”
His mom seemed skeptical, so Xander grabbed his phone, opened his messages, and let her scroll through them.
“Who’s Caleigh—aka Smoke Show?” his mom asked.
Xander knew Barb was the most active on social media, so he switched to her account and flipped through pictures until he found the one he was looking for.
When he showed it to his mom, she just blinked. Izzy leaned over and, when she saw Caleigh, blurted, “No way!”
“Have you seen me with my shirt off lately?” Xander asked, teasing his sister.
His mom switched apps and looked at his folder, which showed pictures of his growth and progress. He was less than impressed when she picked a full-frontal shot to show Izzy. Granted, he’d checked the home computer’s browser history, and he knew neither he nor his mother did searches on ‘hot teen guys’ or ‘hung teens.’
“I still don’t see it,” Izzy said with an evil smirk.
She’d better hide the next time his mom left them alone together. Someone was getting a spanking.
The talk with Coach Hammer went well. He suggested Xander hire a trainer, a dietitian, and an agent because of the possibility of earning Name, Image, and Likeness (NIL) money.
Coach Hammer shared that he was a lot like Xander at his age and had difficulty gaining weight. He said he resembled a scarecrow, which Xander could relate to.
Coach had also received feedback from a few of the recruiters. They felt Xander would be a high-major prospect before too long. The smaller programs must have thought so as well, since they were already backing out of his recruitment. Coach Hammer had called his old coach at West Virginia, and the man asked Coach Hammer to send them the film from the Green Forest game.
Xander got the feeling that Coach Hammer was ambitious. If he were to find a big-time recruit he developed, he would use that to get a job coaching college football.
When the conversation was done, Xander could see a path to paying for college and making a bag of money. All he needed to do was not let his production on the football field drop off.
After Coach Hammer left, his mom took off to talk to his grandfather about Xander’s situation. Xander snuck up on Izzy, who had her earbuds in and was listening to music while sitting on her bed. He launched himself to bounce on her mattress next to his sister.
“Xander!” she screamed, and then her eyes got big. “Did Mom leave?”
“She did and won’t be back for hours. Plenty of absence for us to have some quality alone time.”
The problem with ‘Evil Xander’ was that his sister knew he would never hurt her. She gave him a calculating look.
“Send me the picture Mom showed me this morning.”
“Why in God’s name should I trust you with a picture like that?” Xander asked.
“I know you secretly perv on my friends. What you don’t know is they’re worse than you are and would do anything for me if they got to see it.”
“I’m not seeing how that benefits me. They’re all way too young to be looking at stuff like that. Besides, your friends have no common sense and would blab about it to everyone. I don’t need a picture like that ending up on some gay porn site,” Xander said.
“What if I promise it will never leave my phone?”
“Nope, not happening. If I were to show it to anyone, it would be to an age-appropriate audience,” Xander said.
“You mean you’d send it to that cheerleader?” Izzy asked.
Xander brightened.
“That’s not a bad idea. Maybe she would send me one of hers,” Xander said.
“Not likely,” Izzy said, then looked devious. “Let’s make a deal.”
Xander warily asked, “What kind of deal?”
“I agree never to rat you out again in exchange for the picture.”
“And?” Xander asked.
Izzy huffed.
“I won’t let it out of my possession.”
“And?”
“And nothing. Take it or leave it,” Izzy said as she got wise to his ways.
He would’ve kept asking for more to see how badly she wanted it.
“You do know how bad it’ll look if you get caught with a naked picture of your brother?” Xander asked.
Izzy shrugged like it was no big deal.
“Okay, deal,” Xander said.
From Izzy’s reaction, she’d never expected him to agree. Xander gave it about a week before it was all over school. He predicted Kelly would have her hands full with girls wanting to know whether it was a deepfake. An AI in the wrong hands could make almost anything seem real.
His mom hired Jeremy Oats to be Xander’s agent, and Jeremy took over as the point of contact for his recruitment. When they met in person, Xander thought he was a stately man with a ready smile and an oily, politician-like feeling about him.
Jeremy wore an expensive-looking suit with polished brass buttons, which made him resemble a military academy commandant, or at least someone pseudo-military. The way he bossed everyone around, Xander could see Jeremy as a petty dictator of a tiny third-world country. He looked like the kind who went overboard with their outfit in an attempt to impress people with how important they were.
The reality was that Jeremy had the gift of gab, and the man’s phone was filled with contacts who picked up when he called. Coach Hammer had asked Jeremy to do him a favor and help Xander; otherwise, Jeremy would’ve never considered a budding sophomore as a client. Xander inferred that Coach Hammer had called in a favor on his behalf.
His grandfather, mom, and coach sat at the kitchen table with Xander as Jeremy asked him questions.
“What’s most important to you?” Jeremy asked.
“What do you mean?” Xander asked to help clarify the question.
“Are you looking for the biggest bag, early playing time, winning national championships, being close to home so your family can make your games, or something else?”
“Like getting a good education,” his mom suggested.
Everyone ignored his mom’s input.
“I would assume that being on a national championship contender would mean I’d have to be extremely good if I wanted to play,” Xander said.
“True, but if you were willing to help with practice and maybe be on special teams, I’m sure I could find you a spot. The tradeoff is you wouldn’t get paid nearly enough.”
“It sounds like it’s too soon to decide,” Grandpa Davidson said.
“I guess I’d like to play somewhere my family could see me play. Why don’t we start locally for now? If I blow up, we can expand the search to other areas,” Xander said.
“Okay, I’ll get started. I owe the guys at Arkansas, so I’ll contact them first. I’m sure they’ll send someone to one of your games in the next couple of weeks,” Jeremy said.
Xander didn’t need to look because he was sure Coach Hammer was smiling. Xander predicted the next few nonconference opponents would be in trouble when his teammates heard their favorite college team would send someone to watch them play.
Jeremy moved quickly to get Xander a nutritionist and a trainer.
His mom accompanied him on his trip to meet the nutritionist. She gave them a food plan, and his mom grumbled that he was costing her money. That was all for show; the truth was, his mom embraced it because she was now dating and wanted to look healthier herself.
Coach Hammer took him to meet the strength and conditioning staff at the University of Arkansas. They met with the basketball team’s head trainer, Harry Strassman, who Jeremy claimed was one of the best in the business. Xander was sold when he was shown before-and-after pictures of basketball players who’d gone through Harry’s training for only a summer.
The workout plan he walked Xander through showed him that what he’d been doing was far from adequate; there was only so much that pushing weights would accomplish. Harry showed Xander how to build strength, speed, and explosiveness.
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