A Better Man Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by G Younger
Chapter 26
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 26 - A Better Man follows the talented David Dawson, who is brimming with charm, a messed-up love life, and many lessons that go far beyond the playbook. He’s setting the stage for winning the ultimate prize: a national championship. David is pulling out all the stops in his campaign, working his network to build a juggernaut while dealing with business calamities, completing his education, and navigating minefields in his love life.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Humor School Group Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Safe Sex Slow
David had flown Coach Hope out to spend time with Cassidy and talk to the team. They were starting the second half of spring ball, and David wanted to make sure the players stayed focused on winning a national championship.
By then, the coaches had evaluated the players to see who they could count on to contribute this fall; it had been more about the individual than the team. That focus would change today. The team would begin gearing up for the coming season.
“I want to thank Coach Harrington and his staff for inviting me in. I’m Tony Hope, the head football coach at Lincoln High. You may be wondering why a high school coach has been asked to talk to you, so let me give you a little background.
“Lincoln High has won four state championships in the past five years that I’ve coached them. We produced two different Gatorade Players of the Year, both of whom play for USC: David Dawson and Bill Callaway.
“You probably know my daughter, Cassidy, who introduced David and his high school team to sixty-minutes-of-hell,” Coach Hope said.
Cassidy stood at the side door and took a bow to the team’s jeers.
Coach Hope chuckled and said, “For some reason, she gets the same reception everywhere she goes.”
“I’m back in shape, boys, and looking forward to making you puke,” Cassidy said.
Their groans made her smile.
David watched Coach Hope shift from fun to coaching mode.
“Next year, you have twelve guaranteed opponents, but I’ve always said your biggest opponent is yourself.”
The room fell silent, and David let a tiny grin touch his lips because Coach Hope had the team’s and coaching staff’s full attention. As a Marine major, he’d learned how to do this.
“I’m not going to take up much of your time because I know the coaching staff wants to start working in the playbook this week. But let me take a minute to tell you what I know.
“I know I love the game of football and being a coach. Before I became a coach, I was in the Marines and worked to help young men and women become part of a team.
“I built my career on this philosophy: The only thing you can do is dig deep for who you are and hold on to that. If you never quit, you’ll never know how to.
“I also know that being part of USC is something special. It wouldn’t be the USC Trojans if just anyone could be on this team. Every one of those twelve guaranteed opponents will be circling the date they play you because they know YOU are the measure they all have to live up to. Your opponents have dreams of beating you this year.”
“I know each of you has dreams for the coming season. Many may be individual accomplishments, but we can all agree you share the same dream for the team that David does: to win a national championship,” Coach Hope said.
The team cheered. Coach Hope let them get it out before he continued.
“Dreams are well and good, but I think you’re looking at this all wrong. You need to stop dreaming and focus on being Dream Crushers. You guys need to END other people’s dreams.
“UCLA is coming in here next fall ... YOU END THEIR DREAMS! Notre Dame, you go to their house; what do you do?” Coach Hope asked.
“END THEIR DREAMS!” the players shouted.
“Good. Now, to do that, you have to become a TEAM! What’s it called?”
“A TEAM!”
“There are a lot of people in football who aren’t on board with the team concept; they’re only out for themselves. Are we clear on that?” Coach Hope asked as he began to pace.
David looked over at Jim and Bill, and they both smiled. They knew, as he did, that when Coach Hope got like this, he would fire them up.
“Jim Ball! Where are you, young man?” Coach Hope asked.
“Here, Coach,” Jim said, raising his hand.
“Get up here,” Coach Hope said. As Jim walked up, he continued. “Jim played for me at Lincoln High. He was the best lineman I’ve ever had the pleasure of coaching. When Jim was a senior, he was rated one of the five best linemen in the Midwest. He was given a scholarship to play for the University of Alabama when they were something.”
Jim had made his way to the front of the room.
“Where’s Wooga Nash?”
Wooga was in the front row.
“Join me, son.”
With them both up front, the size difference was funny. Wooga was a monster.
“Wooga, what did you do to Jim when you first faced off with him?” Coach Hope asked.
The team chuckled because they’d all seen the film.
“I picked him up and threw him at David,” Wooga said.
“Remember, Jim is a damn good lineman. Can we all agree that the only way he’s going to block Wooga is if he has help?” Coach Hope asked.
“He’ll need a lot of help,” Wooga quipped.
Even David chuckled at that because it was true.
“Do any of you honestly think you can handle Wooga one-on-one if he goes into beast mode?” Coach Hope asked.
No one raised their hand because they might have to prove it later.
“Let’s think of Wooga as the opponent. If you try to block him by yourself, he’s not moving! Even if you add a running back to help, Wooga will brush them off and kill your quarterback! Blocking someone like Wooga will take a TEAM!
“When Utah comes in here, when Washington comes in here, and when Oregon comes in here, it has to be a TEAM EFFORT, or you’ll lose. Am I clear?!” Coach Hope yelled.
“Yes, sir!” the room boomed.
“I want you all to work to become a TEAM in the next couple of weeks. Even when practice ends, invest in your relationship with your teammates. Go out of your way to get to know each other,” Coach Hope said, making sure every eye was on him before he went on.
“The next key to success is communication. What’s the key?” Coach Hope asked.
“COMMUNICATION,” the room responded.
“It’s not good enough. Coaches, you’re not communicating with each other as much as you need to. Players, you’re not communicating well enough with each other. I also know the coaches aren’t communicating well enough with the players. Do we all agree with that?” Coach Hope asked.
“YES, SIR.”
David noticed that the coaches had joined the team in that answer.
“Every blown coverage, every long running play, every tackle for loss or sack—there’s a lack of what?” Coach Hope asked.
“COMMUNICATION!”
“Recognize the set! Make the call and attack! Let’s communicate better!” Coach Hope yelled.
He took a moment to calm down before going on.
“I’ve watched some of the practice film and can’t wait to see this afternoon’s practice. What I can say is that I see good effort—in some cases, really good effort. But there’s a big difference between good and great. Are we clear on that?” Coach Hope asked.
“YES, SIR!”
“I’m telling you, this coming season will be over quicker than you realize. It will be done in the blink of an eye, so you can’t wait to become great. If you’re going to be great from the start, you have to do a better job of working together.”
“YES, SIR!”
“I’m talking about your effort ... execution ... enthusiasm ... your intensity!” Coach Hope said, then began pacing in front of the room, pointing out players. “Each day, you need to give an extra five percent!” He pointed at someone else. “Eight percent ... Ten percent!”
Coach Hope raised his hands over his head and said, “Doing that is going to turn you into Dream Crushers!”
He let his arms drop and smiled at the team.
“Do you guys believe in each other?”
“YES, SIR!”
“Go prove it. Let’s have a great day of practice,” Coach Hope said.
The team clapped him off the stage. He’d done what David had hoped he would. It was the third-party validation thing: David and the coaches could try to fire them up each day, but it took an outsider for it to sink in. He looked around the room and saw the gleam in their eyes. They were going to be Dream Crushers.
David had just come back from his morning swim. Joey had convinced him to cut back even more on running than he’d done before, saying swimming was easier on the joints. So he’d swapped a few of his remaining morning runs for trips to the pool.
Yesterday’s practice was the best since David arrived at USC. The intensity and attention to detail were at the forefront. Coach Hope had done his job of getting them focused on what mattered: winning a national championship this year.
The good news was that Cassidy had run them through sixty minutes of hell, and no one had died, though she did get a couple of them to puke.
And speak of the devil, David was about to hit the shower when Cassidy stuck her head in his door.
“I need your iPad.”
“No, ‘how was your vacation’? Or ‘I had fun sailing around the Mediterranean’? You go straight for my iPad?” David asked.
“Mine disappeared on my trip. I think some Italian guy stole it, and I have my test today,” Cassidy said.
“How could some Italian guy steal your iPad?” David asked.
“Just give it to me. I’m nervous enough and don’t need to deal with your drama on top of it.”
Today, they were taking their exams to get their rotary-wing endorsement, aka a helicopter license. The test had two parts—an oral exam and a flight test—which they’d been told could easily take four hours to complete. Since they couldn’t take them at the same time, Cassidy had volunteered to go first. David would take his test after football practice.
Even getting the test started involved finicky, unavoidable bureaucratic hoop-jumping, and more to complete the detailed syllabus. Cassidy wanted his tablet because she knew David had already created his flight plan and had the checklist for today’s test. They’d done that before they went on vacation.
If she didn’t have a tablet with the needed information, she’d have to use the school’s computer to log into the FAA’s Integrated Airman Certification and Rating Application (IACRA) system. She’d need to print out all the relevant information, including the login and password, which was an enormous pain, but they knew how to do it. They’d been told horror stories about people who’d forgotten their logins or passwords. Those folks had burned through their test time trying to get the FAA on the phone for temporary access.
“Fine,” David relented, but before he handed it over, he added, “You have to bring this back to me after practice.”
She reached for it, but he pulled it back.
“And ... you can’t make fun of the porn I watch,” David said, teasing her.
“For fuck’s sake, hand it over,” Cassidy said, not seeing the humor.
She snatched it from his hand, then made him open it so she could add her fingerprint to unlock the device. David was impressed that she remembered to do that. He could imagine the panicked call when she realized he hadn’t given her the PIN to unlock it. Using her fingerprint would mean she didn’t have to memorize the digits.
“Good luck,” David said as Cassidy turned and left.
“Sorry,” Cassidy said, stopping herself. “I don’t know why I’m so stressed, but I really want to pass.”
“It’s all good. I know you’ll be fine. Just believe in yourself,” David said.
Cassidy gave him a funny look.
“Oh, dear Lord. Did I just sound like Uncle John?” David asked.
Cassidy smiled for the first time and was chuckling as she left him to get ready for his day.
David wasn’t happy when he had to track down Cassidy to get his tablet back. He found her on their roof, playing Red Dead Redemption. He’d quit playing it because you could kill hours without realizing it.
“Cassidy Hope!” David said in his dad voice.
“Oh, shit! Sorry,” Cassidy said.
“Just hand it over and tell me what I can expect.”
“I almost didn’t pass.”
“What happened?” David asked.
“I almost tried to take off with the boost pump off. I got lucky because I double-checked, and a red light was on. The guy told me that if I’d tried to lift off, I would be scheduling another exam.”
“Good to know,” David said, taking a mental note.
Trudy, their instructor, had told them there was no such thing as going too slow on your preflight checklist. It was more important to get it right than to hurry to take off. Cassidy had saved herself by doing another check of the board.
Cassidy was dead to him.
David handled the oral exam just fine, but when it was time to fly, he found his tablet was dead. She’d drained the battery playing a game all day.
“Looks like we’re going to do this old-school,” David admitted as he showed the flight checker, Ms. Pinter, his dead iPad.
They headed to the office so he could log in to the FAA’s website and print out the needed data from IACRA.
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