As part of my hiatus from "Untitled Nerd/Jock Story" (current title as of press time), I'm working on new stories. And this one is one I hope to become, like my other, a potential series. INTRO: My name is... well, everyone calls me "Adam", because that's what I am. I'm a Hollywood Adam, basically a high-priced male prostitute to the stars, male and female alike. I grew up in a small town where I was a big fish. And that's not a play on my thick member, whose 9x9 dimensions complemented my sleek, sex-carved physique. I was the typical high school alpha dog. I played all the major sports and had a letterman's jacket for each one. I got the best grades of anyone not taking an honor's course. I had a body that made me the star sex symbol of everyone's wet dreams. And their waking lives, for the lucky ones. But I wanted more. I wanted to go where few have gone before... the orifices of a Hollywood celebrity. But not only did I wanna fuck celebrities... I wanted to get rich doing it. So after turning 18, I ran away to Hollywood. I enrolled in West Beverly High (despite its lack of James Dean-type bad boys with trust funds from the wrong side of the tracks). But when I wasn't in school, I was making my dick work for me, by working my dick for everyone from up-and-comers to Oscar-winning A-listers. A few months later, I graduated and devoted to my Adam lifestyle full time. And so, I share my stories with you. I don't use any real names, but you can figure out who if you're smart enough. A RISING STAR GOES DOWN Chapter 1 I had just arrived in Hollywood. Literally. I already had a small apartment rented and had my shit taken there. The next day, I signed up for a gym membership at a gym known to have its fair share of Hollywood elite. The first five minutes, I saw at least a dozen famous faces. After an hour of working out (in as tight of workout attire as I was allowed), I headed to the showers. A few knowns, well-knowns and unknowns were there, some hot and some not. The actor from that sitcom about the dog that solved crimes was there, rocking a nice piece between his bronzed legs. The former child star who became a sensation on Broadway, and from his crime drama set in Baton Rouge, walked passed me, almost walking right into the some guy who looked like a reject from "Tool Academy". I was unaware at the time that I would later find myself with both of them on their knees, servicing my big fat cock. But for now, my story revolves around another hot piece of sex. I turned around and my entire front, from my wide shoulders to my floppy devirginizer, with the toned physique and nicely-hung meat hammer of a young Hollywood actor known as "Eric Zaccries". He tried to apologize, but he could barely annunciate as he took in my nice bod, albeit slimmer than his. After vigorously scrubbing my sweaty bod, I toweled off, got dressed and headed out to my car. Just then, who would stop me but... "Eric Zaccries, I presume," I said with a slight drawl, something acquired from 18 years in my small town. "The very same. Listen, I saw you in there and liked what I saw. And I want you to come over later. Here's my address. I'll be there all day after 6 pm." I took the address he scrawled down for me. "And come alone." He hopped in his Jeep and right before he started the engine, he looked back at me and said "and make sure no one follows you." I knew he meant the paparazzi. "Oh..." "Yeah?" "My girlfriend will be watching us. Is that cool?" "Sure." "Sweet. See ya." And just like that, I've taken the first step towards the rest of my life.