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 course 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.
Good man