A Better Man Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by G Younger
Chapter 4
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
The dorms opened, so David packed up his gear and brought it early to avoid the mayhem of new students moving in and old students returning to school. When he arrived, there was already a line for the elevators, so he used the stairs.
He found his room door open and Camilla Sandoval, Alex’s stepmom, walking around with a tablet and taking notes.
“Good to see you, David,” Camilla said as she hugged him in greeting.
“Where’s Alex?”
“Alex and his sister are with their dad, looking at cars. They plan to get something they can share while at school.”
“Then what are you doing?” David asked.
“I’m checking to see if any of the furniture needs to be replaced or if there’s anything you need. Alex gave me a list of groceries. Is there anything you want?”
“Let me see his list,” David said.
He chuckled because it mainly consisted of alcohol and junk food. Based on this list, Alex would gain forty pounds this semester.
“Maybe pick up something healthy to snack on,” David said.
“I saw you’re low on Mountain Dew. Did you want me to get you a couple of cases?”
“I don’t know where we’d store it. Besides, I’m cutting back for football. The plan is to win it all this year.”
“You boys and your sports,” Camilla quipped.
David left her to whatever she was doing and dumped his bags on his bed. He’d arranged a meeting with Dare and Coach Harrington, so he bypassed the elevator and took the stairs.
David had asked Dare to stay an extra day while Faith flew back to Logan International Airport, a few miles from MIT’s campus. David wanted to brainstorm with Dare and Coach Harrington on how they could use the AI to help the team. Cassidy had brought the nerdling to the football building.
She stopped David before they went in.
“I received a call telling me your lease is up on my car.”
David had received a year’s lease from a luxury dealer in his Academy Award gift bag. He’d gotten a Porsche Macan, which Knackers had wrecked. They’d replaced it with a Mercedes that Cassidy could drive with her injured arm.
“I can follow you over, and we can drop it off this afternoon,” David said.
He could read Cassidy like a book and knew she thought he would extend the lease or get her another car. But David had taken what Brook had told him to heart: it wasn’t up to him to do stuff for others just because he could. He knew Cassidy had more than enough money to get a car if she wanted one.
That made him think about the Mustang he’d leased for Pam and Tracy. Pam needed something to get to and from school with. Since she was Coby’s mother and had given him custody, he thought that justified his double standard. It might be time to get them something that all three girls could drive.
“Let me know when you want to go,” Cassidy said and left to work out.
David was directed to one of the coach’s conference rooms, where he found the coaching staff and Alan waiting for him.
“When I heard Darius was coming, I let the entire staff know,” Bo told David, then turned to his staff. “This is Darius Rossetti, one of the guys responsible for the virtual reality training software you’ve all been playing with. I want to hear his ideas about adding AI to the mix.”
“Call me Dare, and this is more David’s idea. I came to him with an educational product, but he thought I could maybe work on this as well,” Dare said.
“I wanted Dare to meet Coach Harrington and brainstorm on what AI might do to help us win games. With everyone here, we should come up with some ideas,” David said.
“In high school, we had this playbook and videos showing the plays,” Alan said. “I know the VR software can show us all angles and pick up details that are missed in a regular film session because we can’t see them. What if the AI could watch the plays and suggest improvements?”
That kicked off a lively discussion. Amy, whose dad owned an NFL team—the Arizona Cardinals—shared what his people used AIs for. David watched as Dare and Alan started to thoughtfully come up with creative uses.
After an hour, Bo leaned over to David and whispered, “Let’s let them work on this. I want to talk to you.”
When they reached his office, Bo said, “I wanted to thank you for hosting the welcome dinner for the new recruits. I’ve talked to Drew about making that a permanently recurring event here at USC. He liked that you involved the players’ families so they could all get to know each other.”
“I could send him the bill for the event,” David said.
“Good luck with that,” Bo said. “But stuff like this will build a winning team. I want to change the culture here at USC.”
“What we need are Every Day Guys,” David said.
Bo perked up.
“I like the sound of that. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“It just popped into my head. What I like about it is that it’s not just about football. It applies to all facets of a student-athlete’s life, be it in the classroom, at home, working out, or in games. The way I see it, being an Every Day Guy is about more than just being a good football player; it’s about being a good teammate,” David said.
“I like that,” Bo said. “I can see us using this to make them accountable and responsible every day to do the job they have to do, no matter what.”
“In my opinion, if they learn to be an Every Day Guy and be accountable, it’ll make them successful not only on the football field but also in life. We have to do our jobs.
“Sometimes we don’t feel great. Sometimes, we’re drained and want to stop. Even if you just broke up with your girlfriend or crammed all night for a test, your teammates need you to be accountable and responsible for doing your job on those long practice days. Do not let life’s distractions sidetrack you. That, to me, is an Every Day Guy,” David said.
“I’m stealing this. I can see this as the cultural change we need, and down the road, when they leave the program. If they don’t learn anything else, I hope they learn to be an Every Day Guy,” Bo said.
“I like it,” David said. “I also think we should involve the players’ families. We need to win them over, or we’ll have them in our guys’ ears or on social media, causing problems.”
“That sounds like a lot of work,” Bo said.
“Says the man making the big money,” David quipped. “Can I tell you a secret? I turned all my social media stuff over to someone. If I were you, I would assign each position coach to build those relationships, allowing you to fill in where needed. Or you could have Rachel or some other staff member help out.”
“Why do you have someone else do it?”
“I try to prioritize what’s important for me to be doing. If I can find someone or a way to streamline or eliminate the time-wasters I have each day, it will allow me to focus on what matters. And I’m in no way saying that building relationships with players’ parents is a time-waster. If you win them over, they can be your biggest cheerleader and support the sons they’ve entrusted you with,” David said.
“I’m glad you’re the one who stuck around. I received a call before our meeting that Matt has accepted a scholarship with Penn State.”
“Good for him. I hope they succeed, and we can beat them in the playoffs on our way to a national championship. He needs to know who the better quarterback really is,” David said, joking.
“And then you say shit like that.”
David just shrugged.
“Quick question: how’s Matt’s knee?” David asked.
After the bowl game, Matt had minor surgery. David hadn’t asked Matt directly because if Matt hadn’t brought it up, it was because he didn’t want to discuss it with David.
“He’s good. Still some soreness, but Dr. Liao told me he was good to go.”
“That’s good to hear. And speaking of time-wasters, I need to go work out.”
“I’ll see you Monday,” Bo said, ending their meeting.
David went back to the room where he’d left Dare. Only Dare and Alan were still there, talking.
“I can run you back to the townhouse or lift for an hour,” David said.
“Go work out,” Alan said.
Cassidy was making steady progress toward getting back into shape. The arm she’d injured was still weaker than her other one, but it, too, was improving.
David found her breathing heavily when he came in.
“I only have an hour. I was thinking about doing sixty minutes of hell. Care to join me?”
“I just worked out,” Cassidy said.
“Hmm. I seem to remember you having had zero sympathy after we’d finished football practice. I think it’s time you see what we thought of that.”
Cassidy called him a trigger word, which made David’s day.
Phil had talked his fellow newbies into going to the gym to work out. When he walked in, he saw David berating Cassidy about her lack of stamina, pointing out that he did sixty minutes of hell with a weighted vest.
“What’s that all about?” EZ asked.