Kickboxing Champ Zach

I met Zach at a kickboxing event that a friend of mine–a sensei I knew from a fairly big dojo not far from my house–had gotten tickets for. Turns out Zach had been one of his students for a time, but shifted his focus from the style my friend taught to kickboxing school.

Zach’s a college freshman, but he’s been doing karate since middle school and is–as I soon saw–pretty damned good. So there I am watching this big kickboxing tournament and I can’t keep my eyes off of Zach and how I can get a sleeping teen, a naked freshman, into my house and onto film. While I was turning ideas over in my head Zach kept winning matches. More and more I kept imagining this sleeping fratboy kickboxer under the eye of the camera and, more importantly, under my hands, his cock in my mouth.

Determined to get kickboxer Zach into bed so I can add another sleeping fratboy to my list, I consider the options available to get Zach to my house. Of couse there’s the obvious one, my Judo studio in the back of my house. But will my offer result in a naked freshman in my guest house bed or will he decline the offer to come watch some kickflicks at my place? Only one way to find out. After he wins all his matches I invite him to my place.

Zach doesn’t even think it over, he’s excited, eager to talk about his wins. There you go, I will get this sleeping teen, this kickboxing dynamo on film. I just have to make sure to get a sleeping fratboy tired enough that I’ll be able to get what I want: Zach, on film.
I’m not a man easily intimidated. I hold a black belt in Judo, after all, but Zach could really do some damage if he woke up. I really enjoy a thrill like that. A man that could hurt me if he got in a good shot. It’s part of the fun. I Zach finally got too tired to stay awake–he’d had a long day since the tournament had begun at 10am and ended at 8pm. By midnight he was wilting so I showed him back to my guest house–he peeked into the dojo I have back there, eager to learn a few judo moves in the morning.

He went to bed and I went back to the house to wait until I was sure Zach was deeply asleep. When I went in the clock was a few minutes past 1am and I was eager to start filming. I went in and started filming, started touching, running my hand over Zach’s lean body. His build is deceptive. He seems soft, but he’s faster than most kickboxers I’ve ever seen, which is why he won his matches. Often speed will win over strength.

I really liked the feel of Zach under my hands and ran them over his arms, his chest. He started to wake up and I had to back off. He rolled onto his back which let me see the tattoo on down his right side, the lettering in and old style script that was difficult to read through the nightvision camera. I touched him and he instantly moved, still half awake forcing me to back off a second time. I moved back in, touched his foot, testing to see if he was going to wake up right away or stay asleep. He didn’t  move. Good. I’m determined to have him, one way or another. I touch his feet, move the covers and discover he’s totally naked under the blanket.

I get a good shot of his balls with the camera, move in to touch, caress. Zach’s balls are shaved and the sack is smooth, warm and soft in my hand. It’s a contrast to the firm hardness of his nuts and I touch them boldly, sure he’s asleep this time. I touch his dick and he wakes up completely so I have to back off in a hurry and wait yet again. I go back and touch his balls and Zach’s instantly awake. Now it’s starting to look like I won’t be getting Zach, but I’m determined to try again, certain that he can be mine if I’m patient.

I return to where he’s sleeping, touch him, run my hands over him, alert for any sign he’s waking up. I touch his cock, thumb the underside of his cock right below the head, then make sure he’s still sleeping, backing off to wait again. But he doesn’t move and his cock has gotten hard. Watch to see how this one turns out. Do I get what I want, or does Zach wake up?