A Better Man Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by G Younger
Chapter 6
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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 arrived at the basketball court and saw Coaches Harrington and Bolton, along with Bear and Cub, already there. A huge Black man was playing one-on-one, guarding a much smaller, lightning-quick guy. People were taunting the slighter guy because he was talking trash and thought he could handle the giant easily.
The smaller guy made a jab step to the left and then tried to drive right. The big guy moved his feet and stayed with his opponent as he moved to the basket. When the smaller guy rose to shoot, a giant hand darted out and engulfed the basketball, knocking it out of bounds.
“I’ve seen enough,” Coach Bolton said.
“I agree,” Coach Harrington said with a nod.
They both walked out onto the court to introduce themselves.
The big guy’s name was Wooga Nash. He was a freshman English major who wanted to become a poet. He’d never played organized sports in high school because his mom feared he was too big and might hurt someone.
“I sure as hell hope he hurts some people,” David said quietly to Cub and Bear, who nodded in agreement.
David left while Coach Harrington was on the phone with Wooga’s mom, offering to pay for her son’s education if he would play football.
Phil’s dorm room door was left open as he listened to music while doing his math homework. There was a knock on the door. He looked up and smiled when he saw it was Selby, one of the jock bunnies. She was a cute brunette who’d been making the rounds. He was a bit leery when he heard she’d been with almost every guy on the floor. So far, he’d refrained from spending time with her.
“Hey,” Selby said in greeting.
Phil nodded.
“My roommate has never done anything like this and is curious. Would it be okay if I introduced the two of you?” Selby asked.
“I could take a study break,” Phil admitted.
“Hey, Skylar, come here. I want to introduce you to Phil Prince.”
Phil winced inside because Skylar wasn’t the best-looking girl. She had braces, a case of acne, and glasses, but she did have nice breasts. Selby all but shoved her roommate into Phil’s room.
“Have fun,” she called out and closed the door.
The poor girl blushed and looked at the floor as she shuffled her feet.
“I’ve ... ah ... I’ve never done anything like this before,” she stammered.
“You mean you’re a virgin?” Phil asked.
Her head jerked up.
“No. My boyfriend broke up with me right before New Year’s. We were supposed to go to a party, but he no longer wanted a long-distance relationship. I’ve found meeting guys here much harder than back home. All the girls here are so pretty and willing to ... uhm ... you know,” Skylar said.
“Where’re you from?”
“Reno. My mom and dad own a poker room.”
They talked for a while, getting to know each other. Skylar was the oldest of three, with two younger brothers in high school.
“Selby told me you’re David Dawson’s brother. How come you have a different last name?”
Phil explained that they were half-brothers.
By this point, she was acting more comfortable and smiling, which made her more attractive.
“My boyfriend told me I give good head. Would you like me to blow you?”
’I love college,’ Phil thought as he stood up and pulled down his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles.
“Nice,” she hissed as she grasped his limp dick.
Phil’s eyebrows rose into his bangs when she enveloped his member and began to suck on it.
“Help me get hard,” Phil said.
“Hey! Helping is one thing, but I’m not doing this alone.”
“Is that what you told your last boyfriend?” Phil joked.
He reached down and stroked his length to help firm his member up.
“Coming from the king of doing it himself?” Skylar shot back.
Phil smiled; he was starting to like this girl. She wasn’t the shrinking violet he’d first thought.
“Take your top off. I want to see your tits,” Phil said.
Skylar pulled her t-shirt over her head and took off her bra, freeing her round tits. They looked huge on her skinny torso.
“Those look marvelous,” Phil said.
She eyed his cock, smiling widely as he got fully hard. Skylar knelt down in front of him and grabbed his cock with her tiny hand. Phil groaned as she slid her hand up and down his cock, using her spit to lubricate him.
Skylar stood on her tiptoes so she could kiss him. Phil reached down and felt her tits while she jacked him, and they lost themselves in their kiss. His cock was soon at full mast, standing rock hard in her hand.
She broke the kiss, smiled at him fiendishly, and then, mouth open, descended on his cock. She first took the head into her mouth, sucked on it, took a little more inside, and again sucked on it lightly. Phil’s knees locked as he felt the wet warmth of her mouth on his cock, and he groaned.
He took her hair into his hands and loosely held it back behind her head. Skylar sucked harder on his cock, taking more into her mouth, and started playing with his balls with her other hand. Phil felt his cock head hit the back of her throat, and he squeezed her hair in his hand tightly, holding her head.
Phil slowly moved her head up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Skylar moaned and tried to push away from him, but he only squeezed her hair tighter and forced her head up and down faster. His cock swelled even bigger, harder, and thicker as she sucked it until it filled her throat every time he brought her head all the way down. Phil drove his dick down her throat, burying her nose in his curly pubic hair.
Skylar whimpered, and the vibrations along his cock were too much for him to handle. He pulled her head up by the hair, taking his cock out of her mouth. He pulled down on her hair, forcing her to look up.
“I’m cumming,” Phil warned her.
Skylar opened her mouth to give him a target to aim at.
With his free hand, Phil grabbed his throbbing cock, aimed, and pumped up and down as he shot his load. The first rope hit her chin, and the next few landed in her ample cleavage.
“That was special. I loved how you swallowed my cock,” Phil said.
“Are you willing to return the favor?”
He could study later.
David arrived at his MBA class and found Rain and Greg waiting. Greg had sprung for coffee and handed David his tea.
“We should trade off bringing drinks,” David said.
“No, you should pick it up and bring it,” Rain replied. “Word is that you get it for free, and we’re just poor college students.”
She’d obviously been talking to his brother.
“We’ll discuss this later. We need to get busy building bridges with Legos,” David said.
He showed them how he wanted them built. With three of them, they built three more each, so there would be a bridge on each of the ten desks. By the time they were done, students had started to filter in.
Professor Dugan’s TA had put name tents on each desk, so everyone knew where to sit. David’s group was front and center.
When the class began, Professor Dugan walked in and looked at the bridges.
“The group of Dawson, Dawson, and Shannon has fifteen minutes. Dazzle me,” Professor Dugan said.
David stood up.
“Each group has a bridge in front of them. As you can see, there’s a problem with one corner being too short. I want you to discuss it within your group and figure out how to fix it. If you need more Legos, the box is on Professor Dugan’s desk. You have five minutes to repair your bridge,” David said.
The class erupted in conversation, while Professor Dugan gave David an amused look. Greg broke the ice and went up front to grab some Legos to bolster the corner. Soon, every group sent someone up front to grab Legos.
When the five minutes were up, David stood.
“Does anyone want to tell me how they fixed their bridge?”
He pointed to a girl in the back.
“We needed a couple of Legos and attached them to the corner to fix the problem.”
David nodded.
“Did anyone do it differently?”
No one raised their hand.
“On Sunday, my three-year-old, Allen, was building a castle with a drawbridge and had the same problem. I went to get more Legos to fix it, but when I returned, I found that my son had solved the problem himself. Care to guess how?”
There were no takers.
“Allen removed some of the blocks. Like you, I hadn’t even thought of that, but after reflecting on it, I realized it was the better solution. All of you doing it as I did confirms that this is a thing. I’m not an idiot, and neither are you, but we all got bested by this three-year-old.
“We’re wired to add. In a business sense, we tend to add resources—time, energy, or money—to a problem until it’s fixed. But I ask you, is adding always the best way to do something?