When Donovan opens the dor, you see your massive coach standing there. And he pushes past Donovan. "Where is he?" Donovan looks a bit baffled but points at the desk and coach comes over. He raises one of his eyebrows as he sees you standing on the math-book and the notes Donovan took. "You're tutoring him?" you nod, "On math?" you nod again. "That's good, his grade was slipping almost enough for me to have to bench him." Coach puts down somehing next to you and you see it's you bag. Donovan walks over and chuckles, "What did you think coach, I'd have eaten him or something." Coach gives him a scowl, "Don't joke about that Donovan, it happens more than you think. And other stuff too." Donovan gulps, but coach continues, "But I'm glad to see you did put in some time for the team." he gives you a wink. "Maybe if you keep tutoring this lazy-ass, and maybe some others, I can take you of equipment duty and still tell the principal you are a valueable part of the team. What are your best subjects." You cringe, "Erm, well... I have..." you drop your voice, "Straight A's." Coach grins, and Donovan's eyes open wide. "Figures, that's why princy had to resort to some archaic rule of forcing you to compete in a sports or he wouldn't be able to kick you out." he nods, "Good, that's settled, I'll compile a list of players that need some tutoring and I'll probably let you do it in my office after practice to keep an eye on them. At least until you tell me you trust them enough to take it outside." After that coach leaves again and you and Donovan are alone again.
He returns to the desk and looks down, "What did coach mean by other stuff happening?" You shrug, "Well, things like what happened earlier today by accident, but on purpose." Donovan laughs, "Coach thought I'd shove you down my pants?" You laugh with him and answer, "Well, to be completely honest... you did." Donovan laughs again, "Touché. But there are people that do that on purpose?" You shrug, "Like coach says, it happens more that you think." You point at his phone, "Use your search engine and type in microphelia." Donovan starts typing and a second later he gasps. "over 1000 hits?" he clicks comething and gasps, these man are abusing tinies to lick their feet?" he clicks again, "Here's one of them tossing multiple tinies down their pants." once more he clicks, "Gross, a tiny in a toilet?" His next video makes him put his phone down."Eating tinies? Who comes up with this stuff?" you shrug. "Well, a lot of people apparantly, at least a 1000." Donovan grins at that. "So do you like those things?" You shake your head and answer a bit too soon, "Not really, but it pays quite well."
Donovan blinks, "You made movies like this?" You try to think of a smart answer, but can't, "A few." Donovan grins, "Can we google those?" You shake your head, "I'm not giving you anymore." Donovan grins some more, "Fine I won't google, but at least tell me what kind." You sigh, "Some ass-play and pit-play." Donovan chuckles, "I hope it was with a hot woman?" You shrug, "Not really, yousaw the videos, and macrophiles are predominanatly male." Donovan chuckles "You licked a guys ass for cash?" you nod, "Yes, you know, we have something in common?" Donovan looks interested, "I'm an orphan too and let me tell you, school is not cheap for someone without a grant." Donovan gasps, "I'm sorry, I didn't know." He thinks a bit, "So that's why you're trying so hard to stay in school?" You nod. "I have to graduate, so I can get a nice normal job."
Donovan thinks some more and suddenly asks "So is that the reason you weren't freaked out too much by being stuck in my underwear?" you give a slight nod, "I've had worse." Donovan chuckles."I guess that explains why you never complain about the smell of the towels and stuff." Again you nod and add, "Well and the fact that my whole life is spent amongst people's sweaty feet." Donovan grins again. "I never thought of that," He leans back a bit and seems to think, but suddenly he leans forward again and points at another math problem. Which you help him solve and several others.
After a while Donovan suddenly gets up and stretches. "Ugh, it's getting late and I'm getting hungry." He looks down. "So you want me to take you home, or do you want to stay for dinner? I have enough for me, but I guess I could spare a bite for you."
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