A Better Man Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by G Younger
Chapter 30
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 30 - 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
Now that the sexual beast was sated, David was ready to face the world. He drove to the heliport to fly to Malibu. When he arrived, Cassidy had her tablet out and walked around his bird.
“Morning,” David said with one eyebrow raised.
“I can have us off the ground in ten,” Cassidy said.
This was one of those ‘pick your fight’ situations. While he wanted to fly his new helicopter, Cassidy apparently had decided she was his pilot today.
“I’ll be in the back making phone calls. The transfer portal opens tomorrow,” David said.
Cassidy did a good job of hiding her excitement, but he knew she was celebrating in her head that she’d won this round.
“Go inside. The mechanic wants to talk to you,” Cassidy said.
David walked into the hangar, and an older man who looked like a mechanic on a Hollywood lot smiled at him.
“Mr. Dawson? I’m Mitch. Glad you could take a moment.”
“I was told you wanted to talk to me.”
“You picked up a nice aircraft, but I wanted to make a recommendation. You need to pimp your helicopter, which will save you money in the long run.”
David was perplexed; why would he need to pimp out his helicopter?
“Did you say ‘pimp’? It used to be pink, and I sure don’t want to go back to that.”
“No,” said Mitch, “‘PMP,’ ‘Progressive Maintenance Program.’ It does save some money on parts purchases because of the deal Bell makes with operators. But the best part is it spreads those costs out so you’re not getting hit with a big number, say for replacing the rotor head and blades, all at once.”
“Oh,” responded David. “What sort of big number are we talking about?”
After hearing the response, David sputtered, “I just bought this helicopter, and now you’re telling me I’m going to have to buy it all over again in parts?”
“Not exactly,” Mitch said. “To start with, you got a good deal with low time on the engines and major assemblies. And you’re what we call a hobby flier: you’re not going to be packing hours on every day. At the rate of use you’re projecting, it’ll take five years or more to reach replacement or overhaul times.
“The PMP lets you build a reserve for that over time and locks in the price now rather than whatever it might be off the shelf in five or ten years. That’s where the net saving comes from: the ability to avoid sticker shock down the road.”
“That makes sense,” David agreed.
“The Model 429, unlike the JetRanger, LongRanger, and Huey products of yesteryear, autorotates like a homesick brick and is challenging to fly with the hydraulic boost off. Fortunately, it has dual systems, so one can fail without losing boost.
“In the event of a total boost failure, with your strength, you should be able to maintain control, but even you will need to fly with minimal control inputs. That means you don’t do anything fast, you make no hard maneuvers, and you take real wide, gentle turns. You make a slow descent and a run-on landing with no attempt to hover at all—and all that is only if you’re as strong as a bull.
“On the JetRanger, boost is a convenience, but on the LongRanger, boost is necessary for comfortable operations.
“I’ve done autorotations with no boost, and it’s not that big a deal. On a Huey, the rule is to take it nice and easy and not attempt to hover. But lose boost in a multi-bladed helicopter, and it’s a fucking emergency. In some, like the Airbus/Eurocopter machines, it’s curtains unless you get on the ground before the backup accumulator runs out of pressure,” Mitch shared.
David had zoned out after the ‘homesick brick’ comment. Mitch reminded him of Dare when he got excited about drones. David wanted to get this guy back on track.
“Back to the PMP: what do I need to do to sign up for that?” David asked.
“I’ll put everything together and have a contract for you to sign later in the week.”
David got into the back, settled into the comfortable leather seat, and buckled up.
Once they took off, David was glad the previous owner had spent money soundproofing the cabin. Typically, helicopters were noisy as a string of firecrackers inside a kettle drum; you had to wear headphones to block out the noise of the engine. He imagined his kids might not handle that very well.
While he still heard the rotors as they lifted off, it was quiet enough that he could have a normal conversation.
David also loved the sound system, which could be cranked up enough to jar your teeth out of your head. He used the satellite radio app and put on an easy-listening station as background noise while he made calls.
Speaking of calls, David had some to make. While NIL wouldn’t be available yet—it was slated to be rolled out at the end of the summer—the NCAA was allowing transfers after spring football practice finished. That way, players could move to a new school without having to sit out, like Jim had. The portal would be open for two months, ending right after the spring semester.
He pulled out his phone and dialed the first number on his list.
“Wolf? Is Tim there?” David asked.
“Hi, David, I’ll put you on speaker,” Wolf said.
“Hey, David,” Tim called out.
“Guys, I need you to do something. I want you to get the paperwork and turn it in so you can go into the transfer portal. I need the two of you to transfer to USC.”
“Good morning to you, too,” Wolf quipped.
“I have other calls to make, so get it done, and we’ll talk later in the week. In the meantime, I’ll give you the name and number of our recruiting coordinator. Call him for details or any questions about the process.”
“Yes, sir,” Tim said.
“And guys, we are winning a national title, so be ready to work when you get here.”
“Got it, boss,” Wolf said.
David hung up.
He dialed his next target.
By the time they’d arrived at their destination, David had called Ty Wilson, John Phillips, and Wes Hunt. He figured Ty would be the hardest to convince of the three—he’d been locked onto Michigan from the very beginning and never wavered. But Mike Herndon hadn’t changed his ways.
Mike had won the starting quarterback job at Michigan. To celebrate, he’d run into Ty’s girlfriend at a party and gotten her drunk. Though Ty had warned her about Mike, she hadn’t listened, thinking he was a nice guy. Ty had found Mike with his girlfriend before things went too far.
Ty told his position coach what Mike had done and Mike’s history. His coach laughed and essentially said, ‘Bros before hos.’ With that, Ty was done with Mike, Michigan, and his girlfriend.
John had lost his chance to start at Kentucky and decided he wanted to start somewhere. Since David was the obvious starter at USC, John turned him down.
Wes had been promised a shot at starting at Alabama the next year, so he planned to remain there.
David hadn’t gotten all his primary targets so far, but the guys he’d gotten to consider coming to USC were all his old teammates. As Coach Harrington had commented, David was getting the band back together.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t prepared to pivot. He wrote down some names of guys he’d contact later.
Ruth picked them up and had something to share.
“Sara and Manaia are dating, so Fritz is considering transferring Manaia so there’s no conflict of interest.”
“Would you rather she’s scratching her itch with him, or hitting on your dad?” Cassidy asked David.
He glanced at Ruth, and she micro-shook her head to let him know she wasn’t the source of the leak. For now, he would let go of the fact that Cassidy knew about that incident, but he would ask Ruth to investigate how she’d found out. There were some things Cassidy didn’t need to know.
“She has a point,” David decided.
“I’ll tell Fritz,” Ruth said.
When they arrived at the house, his kids wanted to spend time doing ninja training with Cassidy and ignored him. David found his parents on the roof, enjoying the SoCal weather.
“We just got a call from the detective working on your mom’s case. The DA’s releasing the carjackers on Monday while they await trial,” his dad said.
“We need to move,” David thought aloud.
“Don’t worry, Fritz is putting an extra person on me. Ruth will oversee my personal security,” his mom said.
“We fool ourselves into believing we can protect the people we love because if we accepted the truth, we’d never let them out of our sight,” David said.
“Now you know how we felt when you and Greg would leave the house,” his mom said.
“I want Fritz to evaluate the real estate offices, our home, and your situation. I’m leaning toward asking him to put someone on you 24/7,” his dad said.
Everything in David wanted to refuse, but the carjacking had worried him. Everyone knew he had money, and when the Ian Bond movie was announced, they would guess he had a lot more. It made him and his family targets, targets that needed protection. This wasn’t like back in Illinois, where you could leave your front door unlocked.
“I’m not going to fight added security, even for me,” David said.
He could see in his mom’s eyes that his words scared her. She recognized the threat had to be real if he was willing to accept more security. It might not be the carjackers, but enough people in the LA area had bad intentions and little fear of consequences if they did something. While it wasn’t quite the Wild West yet, it was getting there.
“On another security matter, Ruth told me Sara and Manaia are dating,” David said.
“Sara will be good for him,” his mom said. “And speaking of dating, I see you spent the night with the redhead.”
Did he mention that being a celebrity in this town sucked?
“And?” David asked.
“You might want to put some clothes on when you’re cooking,” she said.
His mom handed him her phone, displaying a picture of him from the previous night. At least his butt looked nice. He worried that working out too much would make it look fat—or so he joked.
“On that note, I have some phone calls to make,” David said.
His next recruiting call was to Felix ‘Flee’ Johnson, whom he’d met through the Elite 11 process and on recruiting trips. Flee was from Miami and was undersized compared to the other campers. He’d enrolled at Northwestern, where they changed him from ‘quarterback’ to ‘athlete.’ That meant he had the skills to do a lot on the football field; they just weren’t sure what they wanted him to do.