Notes

There were those who were dominant and those who were submissive. It didn't necessarily mean much, but the physical appearnce, attitude, and attraction was all based upon whatever you happened to be born as. Antonio was lucky enough to be born a dominant. There were fewer of them which meant being completely surrounded by submissives half of the time... He wasn't complaining. Especially since he and his two best friends were three of the most sought after in their school. Who could blame them? They were tall, muscular, and outgoing. Submissives would always flock to such dominants as they were now while Antonio leaned up against his locker and chatted with the circle of women around him.

His attention mostly stayed on the ladies in front of him until his eyes caught someone at the locker opposite his across the hall. A male stood there. He was slender, petite, and his ass was cupped tightly in a pair of skinny jeans. Antonio couldn't see his face, but it was his body that he lusted after at the moment. That was until another dominant male headed over and leaned against the locker beside the beautiful boy. His boyfriend? That's what Antonio thought for only a few minutes since without even reacting to the man's flirtations, the submissive opened up his locker door and slammed in right into the other man's face. Antonio found himself having to hold back a laugh as he tried to pull his attention from the boy and bring it back to the ladies who were still chatting with him. His attention on them didn't last long as the strange boy soon gathered his books and turned around to let Antonio see his face. He'd never thought of himself as gay, especially with how few male submissives there were, but at this point... he was sure he'd never seen anyone so completely perfect in his life. Even with the scowl that was settled on his face, Antonio was sure he was the most beautiful and sex-

His thoughts were interrupted by a pouting girl. "Hey Antonio? Are you listening...?" He chewed his bottom lip as he scratched the back of his head in slight guilt for being caught. "Ah, yes sorry. I'm a bit tired. Soccer practice ran late last night~" He explained quickly before trying to steal one more glance at the new object of his desires... Said person was no where to be seen though, and Antonio found himself feeling quite disappointed. He shook his head before going back to chatting with the girls. He could have anyone he wanted in this school, so next time he seen that boy he'd make him his own... Or at least that's what he thought he'd do.