Every fibre of your being tells you to try and escape, every last one, but a tiny voice telling you that for now Donovan doesn't know you're there. If you start moving he might notice you. It's a little voice of reason that keeps your body as still as possible. As Donovan keeps walking the cheeks on either side keep rubbing over your body, slowly covering your entire body with ass-sweat, which makes it actually better as the skin slides easier over you. The smell reminds you of your job as equipment manager and you can manage, however... the tast is something else. At first you think it's gross, being forced to tast a man's ass-sweat, but as Donovan keeps walking you notice it's actually not that bad as you imagined. Sure it's no ice-cream sundae. But it reminds you a bit of some bittersweet candy, but with a salty kick. Suddenly Donovan makes a sharp turn and he starts going up some stairs. You try to remember what you know, you remember Donovan being an orphan and living in the schools dorms. A building full of single studios, because the school believes that everyone deserves privacy and should not be hindered by the schedule of a room-mate. Finally Donovan arrives at his place and you hear him open the door. You hear him drop his bag and next you feel yourself fall as he suddenly sits down. "What the?" you hear him say. And suddenly he gets up again and before you know it you are being pulled out of your position and dangle upside down, with your legs between his fingers as he lifts you to his face.
"What the hell, dude?" Donovan looks shocked, "What are you doing in my briefs?" Still hanging upside down you stutter "S... So... Sorry D.. Don... Donovan, it was an a.. acci...accident." Donovan lowers you to his other hand and drops you, so you can sit up. "An accident?" You nod and explain what happened. Donovan listens to your story and by the end he can't hold his laughter. "Oh, man, I'm sorry about that." He places you on a his desk and turns fetches a can of soda for himself and pours some of it in a bottlecap for you. He sits down at his desk and watches you gulp down the soda to rinse your mouth. "So, how much do you hate your task?" You look up and blink, Donovan smiles gently though. "A lot." you admit, "But at least it makes me part of a sportsteam and let's me stay in school." THis time Donovan blinks, "WHat do you mean?" you shrug, "If I'm not on a sportsteam I'll get kicked out." Donovan shakes his head, "But why would you pick basketball, I mean, of all sports, this is the one with tall man like me, probably the biggest size difference of all." You grin faintly, "Because it's the one sport I imagine I never get put out in the field to be stomped on, because putting me in would be virtually useless and the amount of players on the team is to small to risk losing one over me." Donovan nods at your explanation, "That actually makes sense. But still, I've seen you after practice, dragging the dirty towels around and even worse, the jockstraps. I'm surprised you get things done." You shrug again, "To be honest, I don't do everything myself, most of the time coach helps out after an hour or so. He's pretty cool, but knows about the rule and keeps up appearances." Donovan fishes out his phone from his pocket. "Need me to send coach a message about how you accidently ended up in... my gymbag?" You nod, "If you would."
Donovan types the message and a few seconds later his phone buzzes. and he reads. "Okay, thanks for letting me know, be gentle. C." He tops of your bottlecap again and leans back giving you a view of just how tall he is. "So... since your here, How's your math?" You grin, "A+" DOnvan grabs his bag and takes out some books. "Great, cause I need some help with one of the equations." As he opens his book and starts looking, you are a bit weirded out by what's happening. This tall titan is asking you for help? But as soon as he found the problem and you climb onto the book to help him out, you almost forget about the size difference. Soon the two of you are so involved in math, you don't even notice how close his face hovers over you. Or the fact his breath is really warm. "So if A equals B than C x D equals A and the answer is A = 37?" You grin and hold up your palm, "Correct, high six."Donovan answers your high five with a single touch of his indexfinger. "Thanks man, I was stuck on that all weekend. You're not so bad a tutor." You blush slightly, but realise Donovan won't notice."
Suddenly there is a knock at the door, when Donovan gets up to answer
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