Keegan

You were hanging out at the racetrack watching the races on this particular hot summer day, the sun's rays beating down high in the sky, excitement coursing through your veins as you watch the cars flash past in a blur, the heat stifling, sweat trickling down your chest, dripping into your most intimate places. You watch as Keegan Hardwell hops into his race car, taking the track. He speeds around the corners of the track, dodging his way like a bullet in and out around the other cars, pushing towards the finish line. He wizzes his race car across the finish line in a flash. You cheer him on with the rest of the fans as he wins the race. The heat really starts to get to you, so, you stand from the metal bleachers burning your thighs and head for the concession stand. Next in line you order yourself a large coke, to cool yourself off with. After paying you turn around and bump right into Keegan, spilling your coke all over his shirt, his hard chest peeking through the open gap. The cold coke dripples down his neck, a cold hard expression crosses his chiseled face as he stares down at you. Grasping your hand tightly, he drags you into an empty hallway near the locker rooms.