It all started with a wink. A wink from Ethan he was sat with Sergio in the morning before class, conversing about whatever guy they found cute this week, and a wink from me, Kole Hollington , the well-known fuck boy of the school. Girls drooled over me and guys wished they were me. I have a new girl under my wing each day, but they weren’t up for sex- hence why there was a new one each day. I thrive for sex. I dreamed of a submissive sweetheart, maybe two, ideally one with an irish accent or an alcoholic who was rumoured to be in a relationship with their cat. Now, i’m not gay, but i’m open and recently boys have been the ones who hubba my bubba. Sergio was who I dreamed of, and recently Ethan. “Hey baby.” I lowly growled with a prominent smirk as I pushed Sergio into the corner of the hallway, instantly making Ethan beyond jealous. Sergio gulped, his whole body tingling as he felt my warm breath on his tender, untouched skin. I snaked my hands up Sergio’s shirt, my hands gripping his bare waist as I pulled his body close to mine. I could feel his small package against mine. Looking up at me, Sergio bit his lip. I leant down slightly, giving the Irish boy a hard, rough kiss. “Teachers’ lounge, lunch time. On the fucking dot. Don’t be naughty, babyboy. Be there on time, or you’ll be punished!” I ordered, tracing his jawline with my finger, whispering: “And I know you love being punished.” I smirked, placing a hand on his ass as I spin him around and sent him off to class, a deep blush on his face. Lunch time rolled around, and Sergio was ten minutes late to the teachers’ lounge. The 15-year-old tugged at his jumper sleeves, which revealed his prominent collarbones. His tight jeans showed off his ass which I admired ever so dearly. With a smirk, I slammed the door shut and locked it. “Well, look who’s late!” I tutted, grabbing him and pushing him on the couch. “You’re such a bitch, you know who wasn’t late? Ethan.”