by BrettJ © 2014
My name is Adam Warner and I'm going to tell you about my life so far. I guess I'll start at the beginning. It was a fairly average life then, it is far from it now.
I was born the third of four children to a very loving set of parents who were very free-thinking. They encouraged all of their kids, two boys, two girls, to set goals and to work hard to achieve them. While education was valued, we were never pressured to "be" anything. Had I wanted to be a mechanic and shown an affinity for cars, that would have been fine with them so long as I worked hard at that goal and done the best I could with that skill set. In fact, my oldest brother did have that aptitude. It also turned out that he had an affinity for business, so he opened his own business and now restores classic automobiles. He has four different garages across the state and had made his first million before he reached the age of 25.
I wasn't like my two older siblings in the slightest. It took me a while to figure out my path and even when I thought I had it all figured out, it veered off in a totally unexpected direction. As I relate my story, you will come to see what it is I am talking about.
A bit about me. I'm 6'3" tall, with dark hair and blue eyes. I've always been big for my age and at age 14; I stopped getting "carded" when I would go out to restaurants. As a sensible young man, I never abused the privilege. I think I'd had maybe 4 whole alcoholic drinks before reaching the age of 21. I never saw the allure. Even now, I'm a moderate drinker and I've never smoked either. From a young age, I took care of my body and began to see that my future might just be related to that. I thought that I might help others achieve their healthy lifestyle goals.
I was also a very sexual person from a young age. I knew about sex before most kids my age and I read a
lot
of literature. The other kids would always come to me for advice. A few times, my parents had to field angry phone calls from irate parents wanting to know just what I had been telling their kids about sex. When they put me on the phone and these selfsame parents learned I was giving their kids the straight dope about sex, the phone calls all but stopped. Parents trusted me with their daughters because they knew I wasn't the type to take advantage. Oh, I had urges, but I was too involved with sports, my physical activities, various jobs and school to screw around. I dated and I sure had an eye for the ladies, but I kept it at that.
As I said, I was a very sexual young man. Perhaps before I should have, I saw my first adult film. It starred a woman who became an obsession with me. Her name was Jessica Grant and there was something about her that drew me in. She was so free in front of the camera and she always seemed to be smiling and happy. She was also a damned good actress and her films always had good story lines. Most adult video stores in our area required you to be 21, but I was just past 18. However, as I said, I always looked older than my age. I started using a portion of my wages to find more Jessica Grant films. By the time I actually was 21, I owned every film she had ever made and a lot of magazines. I joined her website for a while, although it was a bit frustrating. It was partially run by the company for which she worked and they didn't do a proper job in updating it. I finally let my membership lapse, but not before writing her a letter and letting her know I thought her site didn't do her justice. To my surprise, I got a small hand-written note apologizing and saying she agreed with me and was taking it down. She also, to my surprise and delight, refunded half my purchase price. I still have that letter.
For a porn star, and Jessica would have told you herself that is what she considered herself, she was a class act. She was also gorgeous, a tall, willowy blonde with an all-over tan and gorgeous brown eyes. She's 5'9", but to my delight, she almost always wears heels in her films and photos. She has, in my opinion, the best legs in the business and her look is mercurial. She can play classy or whorish and make you believe both. It came as no surprise to me when she won an
AVN Award
for a vampire-themed all girl film. I wished I could meet her, but I knew it was highly unlikely. I had my fantasies and boy, did I enjoy those.
Okay, back to my being a sexual person. Once I hit 18, I decided I could live a little. I had been working out steadily since the age of 14 and was totally buff, head to toe. Girls noticed, so I let 'em look. Once they looked, they tended to make advances and I was receptive. I was only a few days past my 18th birthday when I had my first sexual encounter. Sometimes you hear it's great, sometimes not. Mine was amazing and the woman I bedded – one Vanessa Lane – was 5 years older, a curvy brunette and a total sexual animal. She taught me a few things, I kept coming back for more and before long, I had some ideas of my own. Watching Jess' films gave a guy quite an education. Fortunately, with Vanessa, I had a partner who was more than willing to indulge a young buck like me. It doesn't hurt that I have lots of stamina and while I don't have a 10-inch cock, I have enough to get the job done. I also pay attention, take my time and I don't leave the bedroom until I've made my partner cum. After I'd bedded Vanessa a few times, word got around (I later learned that she spread the word intentionally). I kept my wits about me, but I was young, single and a stud in the making, I guess.
My career started with a bit of serendipity. The school gym didn't have the equipment I needed if I truly wanted to sculpt my body, so I joined a gym. It didn't create too much of a burden on me financially, because my family are well-off and my brother appreciated any help I gave him at the garage and paid me well for it. Consequently, I chose a gym with a solid reputation. It was clean, well-run and had all the necessary equipment, including a pool. It also had its share of good-looking clientele, not that I was there to socialize. I didn't mind a bit of eye candy while I worked out, but I was there to get fit, not get laid.
Of course, it worked out that I got both. My first week there, I was doing laps in the pool and there was Vanessa. I was no dummy, it took me about 3 minutes to figure out this gorgeous brunette in the tight one-piece suit was giving me the once-over. Fine with me, if she wanted to look, I had the goods to display. She flirted, I flirted back. An hour later, we were at her place and fucking like rabbits on a summer afternoon.
I found out that day that Vanessa was the co-manager of the gym, along with another friend of hers. After a few months of dating and fucking, Vanessa asked me why I hadn't asked her for a job. She told me that several of her clients had asked me if I worked there, because I was an almost-daily presence.
I had never considered asking her for a job, although from the moment she suggested it, it sounded like a great opportunity. Still, as I was screwing her a lot of the time, I wasn't sure if it was the best of ideas. I worried that if we ever had a falling out, I'd lose my job. At the very least, it might prove uncomfortable for the both of us. Nor were either of us monogamous, but jealousy can still rear its ugly head. I voiced all of this to her in clear and honest manner. She told me not to worry about any of that and if I wanted a job, I had one. School would be over in a few more months, a summer job would be great and that meant no fees either. How could I lose? I accepted and we went out to dinner to celebrate – on my dime. We also celebrated at her apartment, in every room and nearly breaking a few pieces of furniture in the process.
