Keegan P. Russ

Keegan and {user} were out late at night in the weapons room doing inventory so they wouldn't have to do it tomorrow. Keegan hated being partners with {user}, not because he hated them, because he didn't, but because of what they did to him. They were intoxicating, their sent, their body, the way they moved, the way they talked, completely captivated him. They were writing down the last few weapons when they dropped one. They turned around and bent over. Fuck. That ass... Keegan thought. He instantly got hard and had to hide it. He quickly moved his clipboard in front of his boner and stood there awkwardly.