A Better Man Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by G Younger
Chapter 2
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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
After dropping Brook off at the airport and saying goodbye to Tami, David drove Tracy back to the townhouse. On the way, he received a message from Joey. She wanted to show him the new recovery lounge for the football team.
So, after parking at the townhouse, David made his way over to the football training facility. He found her new torture chamber next to the weight room, and Joey seated in a small office with a window so she could oversee everything.
She came out and smiled.
“You bailed on watching football?” David asked.
She shrugged.
“Your brother was a bit miffed, but I need to finish setting everything up before all the guys hit campus.”
“And you figured I’d be willing to be your guinea pig.”
“Maybe,” Joey admitted.
“Okay, give me the sales pitch.”
He saw her smirk and then turn serious as Joey went into professional trainer mode.
“The recovery lounge was created to provide the ultimate recovery experience for our athletes. Services provided are compression therapy, hyperbaric oxygen tank therapy, cryotherapy, infrared sauna with red light therapy, and massage therapy.”
As she named each thing, Joey made her best spokesmodel hand gestures while pointing out each piece of equipment or area. She continued, “These therapies are designed to aid in the health and well-being of our athletes by aiding cellular health. We believe that providing this will improve their bodies in seven areas.”
David listened intently because most of this was new to him. She listed what it was supposed to help with.
“Mental acuity measures how sharply and effectively their brain functions in real time.
“Circadian rhythm is the body’s natural cycle, including sleep, digestion, and metabolism.
“Performance recovery services are provided for quicker recovery from physical exertion.
“Sleep optimization, combining light therapy and hyperbaric oxygen therapy, may lead to a better night’s rest.
“Skin, ligament, and bone health are improved through light therapy. Hyperbaric oxygen therapy increases collagen production.
“Improved blood flow is helped by compression therapy, cryotherapy, massage therapy, and the infrared sauna.
“All five services help decrease inflammation, which allows athletes to recover more quickly and work harder than their opponents.
“I’ve been reading about some additional therapies I’d like to try out on you because the university hasn’t approved them yet,” Joey said.
“Let me guess, I’d be paying for that out of my own pocket.”
“Everyone says you’re the bright one in the family.”
David barked out a laugh.
“Hang on a second and say that again,” David said as he pulled out his phone.
Joey just gave him her big, doe-eyed, innocent look and blinked at him.
“You’re no fun,” David complained. “Maybe give me the thousand-foot view of your thoughts.”
“Let me tell you some truths. You won’t feel the same after the first day of spring ball; there’ll be something that gets strained, tweaked, or outright hurt. And this will happen again during fall camp, and then once the season begins. I want to use the time between now and then to prepare your body for that,” Joey said.
Unfortunately, Joey was telling the truth. After the first practice, David never felt a hundred percent. At the end of the day, he just had to buckle up his chin strap and get ready to go. Sometimes, he would get home after a game and cringe when he had to type a paper because his fingers were swollen. But the next week, come game time, he’d forget he had any injuries. David mused that this might be for the same reason women were willing to have a second baby after going through hell with the first one.
“Besides all these gadgets, I want you to start taking nutrition seriously. Some pro players have made it into their forties playing your position; the best of them took that to heart. I have some ideas about how to help you get there,” Joey said.
David was already pretty good with what he ate. He’d driven his mom crazy, asking her to poach chicken breasts for him as a healthier alternative to frying them. The problem was that he lived in a dorm that didn’t cater to athletes’ needs. While they had healthy choices, it wasn’t focused on what someone like him should eat at each meal.
“I’ve talked to the new strength and conditioning coach about you,” Joey continued. “Quarterbacks are his greatest concern because if you get hurt, it could greatly change the trajectory of this year’s team. With that in mind, he’ll introduce you to a variety of exercises and movements designed to build muscle density. The goal is to make you more resistant to injury.”
David wrinkled his nose and asked, “Why does that sound like it’ll be painful?”
“You’re a tough guy; you’ll be fine.”
He gave her credit for saying that with a straight face.
“I want you to hire a sports-centric chiropractor to adjust your skeletal structure. When muscles get tight, the pressure goes to the joints and causes injury,” Joey said.
“I bet you have someone in mind.”
“You’re right, I do, and I’ll give you their number before you leave today.”
“What else?” David asked.
“Your head. Quarterbacks must take in all kinds of information and be ready to act on that knowledge in a split second. I have a call in to an NFL team about how they use neurofeedback to help their quarterbacks make quicker decisions. We’ll see if we can use whatever they’re doing.”
David was on board with that. If he could see opportunities and deliver the ball more quickly, it would be harder for defenses to win. Of course, they would still have the advantage now and then, but this sounded like it would reduce how often that happened.
“Okay, let’s do this,” David said.
“Now?” Joey asked.
“Right now. I have big goals for the year, and we’re both here. Our families can’t get more irritated that we’re working on a holiday,” David said.
“My husband will divorce me before this is all done,” Joey worried.
“Your husband’s a wimp. If he gives you any shit, tell me, and I’ll straighten him out.”
“I don’t think so. I don’t need you meddling in stuff like that.”
“When it does happen, remember I made the offer,” David said as he changed his clothes.
David took his time off to spend it with his kids and let Joey practice on him. He’d chartered a flight so Tracy, Pam, and Cassidy could fly back to Illinois and spend a week with their families.
His brother, Greg, had given him a piece of bad news: the former fraternity house he planned to turn into a homeless shelter had been denied rezoning. Seemed the neighbors had caught wind of it and pulled the typical ‘not in my backyard’ (NIMBY) act. While they thought it was a great idea, they didn’t want homeless people wandering around their neighborhood.
His mother had suggested he turn it into student apartments. She’d told Umberto Sandoval, Alex and Nat’s father, about the conversion—David had no idea that she and Umberto talked. Alex’s dad shared that his kids wanted to move out of the dorm for their junior year. David knew they would like to be in the same building if he were willing to move as well.
He’d just parked at the former fraternity house, where he found his mom and Umberto waiting. With them was a surprise: Lexi.
He was greeted with a handshake from Mr. Sandoval and an unexpected hug from Lexi.
“Shall we go in?” Carol asked as she pulled out the keys.
They explored the building.
“The frat left it in a mess, so I had a crew come in, clear out the trash, and pull up all the carpet,” Carol said as they walked in.
Lexi wrinkled her nose at the lingering smell of beer and urine that remained despite the clean-up.
Umberto pulled out his phone and started taking pictures. When they got to the kitchen, he asked, “Do you plan to provide meals, or will there be a kitchen in each unit?”
“I would prefer not to have to cook. With my schedule, it would be hard to carve out the time to do it regularly,” David said.
“I agree,” Lexi said. “Besides, college kids would probably burn the place down. And pampered pets like David would probably kill themselves with food poisoning.”
“Alex almost did something similar a few summers ago. He came home late at night, put a pizza in the oven, and fell asleep. I woke up to the smoke detectors going off,” Umberto said.
“David used to cook the family meals when he was younger. I don’t think he’s the pampered pet you’re referring to,” Carol said.
“Yes, I know he can cook; I was just poking fun at the boy wonder,” Lexi said.
David ignored her jab and said, “I’ll ask Crystal what they do at the sorority. I know they had a cook for a while, but I think they found someone to cater lunch and dinner Sunday through Thursday.”
“What do they do for breakfast?” Umberto asked.
“I think they’re on their own. I’d prefer having three meals a day, seven days a week,” David said.
“If you did put kitchens in the units, you wouldn’t necessarily have to rent to students,” Carol said.
“Would you want to move into a building with college students?” Umberto asked.
“Good point, but I thought you were looking to do something upscale,” Carol said.
“A lot of USC students come from money, and there’s a waiting list to get into Sandoval Hall, which is more expensive than any other dorm. We could make this an attractive alternative,” Lexi said.
David agreed because he could find an apartment for much less than he paid for his dorm. But Sandoval Hall came with security, the best food on campus, and all the other amenities.
They toured the rest of the building. David began to wonder if he’d paid too much for the place because his mom and Umberto shook their heads at every turn. The term ‘a complete gut job’ was tossed around more than he wanted to hear.
“I want Fritz to come look at it for security,” Umberto said. “Then I’d like to get someone to create renovation plans to get a handle on the cost.”
“Why are you doing that? Shouldn’t that be my issue?” David asked.
“Your mom offered me half the property if I paid for the rehab,” Umberto said. “Besides, I want to ensure it’s up to my standards.”
David wasn’t sure if he should be offended, but he’d seen how Umberto and his family lived. He was convinced that whatever Umberto came up with would be top-end.
“How about I just sell you the building for what I have in it, as long as I get first pick of the apartments? That way, you wouldn’t need me involved in decisions,” David said.
“I’ll write it up and promise not to charge you a full commission,” Carol said.
“I thought we would just do a handshake deal,” David said.
His mom’s eyes tried to bore a hole in his forehead. Thank God she didn’t have superpowers, or he might have just died.
“Then again, you always say that a realtor does the most work from contract to close. It’s probably for the best that you handle it.”
“Good save,” Lexi whispered.
His mom pulled out her tablet and had David and Umberto e-sign a contract, promising to take care of the rest.
“Now I need to ask a favor,” David said. “Last year, I threw a welcome party for the new recruits and their families, and it went over well. I’m planning to do it again this year. Could I do it here?”
“I don’t see why not. You would handle all the details?” Umberto asked.
David pointed at Lexi, who nodded her agreement to organize everything.
Cassidy, Pam, and Tracy had all returned from their trip to Illinois, and Cassidy and David had been going to the weight room after their morning run. That morning, she beat him out of the locker room. Lifting by himself was the new trainer, Bishop Thorne. He had latte macchiato skin and dark hair bound at the nape of his neck. He had a swimmer’s build, slim enough to appear taller than he was. Bishop’s head turned, showing a face that wasn’t handsome but pleasant enough to look at.
David exited the locker room and asked, “You want to lift with us?”
“I’m good,” Bishop said as he went to the bench.
“Let’s stretch,” David said.
Cassidy joined him on the exercise mat as they began to get ready to lift. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Bishop had loaded the weights on the bench press. She knew Bishop was a trainer, but that looked like more than David usually lifted, and he had Hulk strength.
“Pay attention,” David admonished Cassidy.
She used her chin to point to Bishop across the room. David’s eyes narrowed as Bishop lifted the weights off the rack and let them come down. Bishop struggled to push them back up and was almost back to the top of his motion when his arms began to fail. The bar went across his neck, and Bishop’s face went red.
“Fuck,” David growled.
Cassidy stood frozen as David raced across the room, grabbed the bar that had Bishop pinned to the bench, and pushed it off to the side. The weights hit the floor with a loud crash.
Bishop rolled toward David, went face-first off the bench, and landed on the floor. Cassidy knew something wasn’t right when Bishop’s arms flopped at a weird angle. She shook off her paralysis and rushed to David’s side. He rolled Bishop onto his back and checked the pulse in his neck.
“Go get help,” David said in a calm voice.
Cassidy felt her stomach clench as David tilted Bishop’s head back and began to give him CPR. When David started chest compressions, she raced to the trainers’ offices and found Joey reading something.
“David’s doing CPR on Bishop. He was lifting alone, and the bar landed on his throat,” Cassidy said.
Joey knocked over her chair getting up.
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