Getting It Right
Copyright© 2025 by G Younger
Chapter 32
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 32 - 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 skipped lifting on Monday morning. Instead, he slept in and came down to breakfast to find his mom and sister on their phones and eating cereal.
“Izzy, why are you smiling at your phone?”
She looked up and squinted suspiciously at him.
“I know, the girls are spilling the tea in the chat,” Xander said, then mimicked a pre-teen girl.
His mom looked up and tried not to smile.
“I knew he would swipe up on my story ... he wants me,” Xander said dramatically.
Izzy covered her eyes, and her shoulder shook from trying not to laugh.
“I caught him liking one of my old pics. He’s so obsessed with me,” Xander said, flapping his hands like Izzy did when she got excited. He thought the excited squeals sold it.
She picked up half a bagel and beaned him on the side of the head.
“Get out!” Izzy complained.
His mom’s glare told him his time tormenting his sister had ended.
“Why are you home?” his mom asked.
“I decided to sleep in.”
“Since you’re being lazy, you can take your sister to school today.”
Izzy liked that. Xander looked askance at her and went to grab a bowl so he could eat.
No one knows everything about someone else; some parts are hidden away, and no matter how hard others try, they can’t breach those hidden places. After talking to Pippa about what had happened to Karen and the other girls, Xander concluded that no one respected Donnie.
Xander had warned Donnie when he found him about to have his way with a passed-out Pippa. Donnie didn’t think enough of Xander to even slow down his taking advantage of girls who’d had too much to drink. Granted, that was the go-to move of a lot of insecure guys, but Donnie seemed to enjoy doing it to the incapacitated, and that, Xander had a problem with.
Donnie hadn’t gone after the Princesses or any of Xander’s closer friends ... yet. But if Xander put the pieces together from his previous life, that wouldn’t hold for long. He was shocked at his ten-year class reunion when Barb, Kelly, and Peggy got up and left the conversation when Donnie’s name came up.
By then, Donnie was no longer in Xander’s daily life. Everyone knew they’d been best friends throughout high school and roomed together in college. So no one ever explicitly told Xander about Donnie, but Xander was intelligent enough to figure out it had to be bad.
This lack of respect thing went further than just Donnie. What John, his perv older cousin Henry, Steve, and Donnie had done with Brandi showed how little they thought of him. Or, more importantly, that they wouldn’t hesitate to fuck Xander over if given a chance. It also told him they felt there would be no repercussions if they did.
Life had made Xander what he was before he had his do-over. There was a pecking order where someone always answered to someone else. Xander had always been in the bottom third, while the guys he now hung out with were in the top tier. They might call him ‘the Rizzmaster,’ but deep down, he knew they were mocking him.
Even his dad couldn’t break into the upper levels. He’d started out as a day laborer, joined the carpenters’ union, and became a contractor with Xander’s mom’s father’s help. It didn’t take him long to shit the bed doing that. His mom told Xander his dad was back in Dallas, doing odd jobs to keep a roof over his head and beer in the fridge.
Because he didn’t get any respect in the real world, his dad had ruled his family with an irrational iron fist.
Xander felt that this day would be a critical moment in shaping who he would be moving forward: he planned to beard the dragon and confront Donnie. Xander would nip this inappropriate behavior in the bud before Donnie hurt more people.
More importantly, Xander would stop everyone from thinking he was a doormat just because they lived at a higher level on the pecking order. It was time for Xander to assert himself.
Deep down, he was sure that if he could become someone people paused before fucking over, it would help Izzy. It would immediately give her more status when she entered high school and gain her a better circle of friends than the ones she associated with in his previous life. He expected that would result in her avoiding toxic relationships and habits that would otherwise shorten her life.
Xander had skipped lifting because he wanted to mentally prepare for what would come. Everyone is born with possibilities inside of them, everything from becoming the top of the rung all the way down to the bottom. The same applies to being good or evil. It could never be said that anyone was forced into it, even if it looked impossible for them to change their lot in life.
To move toward something better or worse, you had to make a conscious choice. The big changes were hard. Breaking the mold and getting everyone to look at you differently—and more importantly, getting yourself to look at yourself differently—wasn’t easy.
One of the reasons he’d come back was to improve his life and get it right this time.
Xander pulled into the parking lot and spotted Donnie walking to school.
“Hey! Get in,” Xander called out.
Donnie looked up and jogged over to the van.
Once inside, Donnie asked, “Are we skipping school?”
“For a little while,” Xander said as he drove off the school grounds.
While it would serve as a better example to kick Donnie’s ass at school, it might actually get Xander suspended, which was why he’d decided to go somewhere else.
Xander had installed a dashcam that recorded his driving and the interior. The interior feed was to provide evidence if someone broke into the van or stole it.
“What’s the deal with Karen?” Xander asked.
“What do you mean?” Donnie asked, suddenly looking guarded.
“I heard a funny story that she got drunk at a party and sucked your dick.”
Donnie smiled.
“Yeah, that crazy bitch had it coming. She’s always running her mouth, so I figured she could put it to better use.”
“I can’t imagine her being willing to do that. Everyone knows she’s mean as a snake; I’d be afraid she would bite it off,” Xander said.
“She was out of it, but once my cock was in her mouth, she sucked it like a pro,” Donnie admitted.
“Wow. I can’t believe you did that.”
“It was probably not my best idea because I think she gave me something. I had to go to the doctor to get it fixed,” Donnie said.
“Are you sure it wasn’t from someone else? I mean, I can’t imagine too many guys would have the balls to let Karen touch their dicks,” Xander said.
“I did bone this young girl. She was passed out, and it looked like she’d just finished pulling a train because she had cum oozing out of her. But I figured, ‘What the fuck,’ and did it anyway,” Donnie said.
“Seriously? You fucked another passed-out girl? Is that your thing?” Xander asked.
“At least I’m getting laid.”
“Jesus, dude. Someone’s going to cry rape at some point, and you’ll be doing time.”
“Naw; I’ve done it six times, and no one ever said a word. They just made poor decisions by getting falling-down drunk at a party and giving me an opportunity,” Donnie said.
“Tell the truth: they had some help getting that out of it,” Xander said, like he was calling Donnie on his bullshit.
“My dad’s a pharmacist. All you have to do is put a little something in their drink, and the fun begins,” Donnie said proudly. “If you want, I can hook you up. I know you’ve been working on Peggy. Maybe a little something would put her in the mood.”
“Or you could listen to what I said about Pippa and stop.”