I guess it’s time to tell my side of the story. I’ve read both Kelly and Jenna’s versions of Ohioadult’s history, and I’d say they’re both about 95% accurate. And yes, I didn’t shower or go home for two months. I was right there next to Jenna being very stinky. I learned the value of a sink shower.
I was there the day Jenna came back from L.A. with Jason. I didn’t like him off the bat, but I played nice and tried to be his friend. She announced at dinner she was getting married and starting her own company. Thought her old man was gonna stroke out when she said “porn.”
At the time, I was no stranger to recording myself having sex. My ex, Carey, my wife, and I had made quite a few videos. Me and Kelly even made a couple. Turns out Jenna saw one of them—which was the biggest reason they wanted me to join their little company. But I already had enough notoriety and local buzz from my dick. I didn’t need it to be on a national or statewide level. I couldn’t walk into a bar in Lake County without seeing three or four girls I’d been with. It was uncomfortable for my girlfriend at the time.
So I tried to distance myself from the whole porn thing. Anytime they asked me to help out, I was reluctant. I’d do little things—run errands, help with the website, DVD packaging. For six to eight months, they hounded me. I was about to cut ties completely, but then Jenna gave me a proposition I didn’t mind: test the girls out beforehand to see if they were decent enough to hire.
I asked, “You want me to fuck girls and rate them?” She clarified: “If they’re nasty, don’t fuck them. Just give me a scale. Tell me how they suck dick, how their pussy tastes, feels, all that.” Then she says, “I’ll pay you $500 each.” This was the early 2000s—$500 could last me a month. And she promised me a minimum of two girls a week. That’s $1,000 a week. So I said okay.
I remember my first shoot vividly. The girl was Tina, who worked with us for three years. Very sweet. I didn’t bring a camera—I thought I was just supposed to take notes. So here I am, with this girl bent over and a notebook on her ass, writing what I think while I’m fucking her. First day in porn, and I didn’t even have a camera. Second shoot was Terra. That’s when the “thumbs up” thing started. I look back at that video—35 minutes, rough lighting—but still holds up as good amateur porn. We didn’t hire her, though. She was basically a dead fish. I’m jamming my dick into her ass, and she’s just got this blank stare. No emotion, no reaction. About eight months later, she worked for kink.com, and it was the same thing. They put a cattle prod on her pussy—nothing. Just took it.I had two separate lives going: my Eastside life and my Westside life. Kelly and Jenna were on the Westside. I lived on the Eastside. None of my friends overlapped. I was dating Kelly for a few months while still juggling multiple relationships—my wife, my girlfriend, my fiancée. I had five or six girlfriends at any given time. It was the ‘90s. You had to be a player.Growing up, I wasn’t cute, hyper, always said the wrong thing. But the summer of ’96, when I turned 18, I came into my own. I probably slept with over 200 girls that summer. I know it’s bad, but I was making up for lost time. I was charming and didn’t mind pulling my dick out as an icebreaker. I didn’t really do bars and clubs, but when I did, I could pass for 25.Back then, it wasn’t about emotion or connection. It was just about getting off.
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At 16, I had a regular thing with this bartender at Bogside Pub—Julie, smoking hot blonde. I’d come in around 11, drink, play pool, help her close up, then either head to her place or do it on the pool table. Then one night my cousin Jimmy shows up—he was 16 too—and blew my cover. That was the end of that.There were also girls I met on old-school party lines before the internet—those were educational in their own way.I remember this one woman in Painesville. I was 18 or 19, she was mid-30s, had three kids. We were at her place, she goes down on me fast, rug slips, and I ended up rupturing her cervix. There was blood everywhere. We went to the ER, and the doctor kept insisting I used an object. After arguing with him for 20 minutes, I finally just pulled my dick out. His jaw dropped. He said, “I understand,” and walked away. I left with three phone numbers—two from very hot nurses.Jenna and Kelly’s dad was one of the best men I’ve ever known. Took me in, treated me like one of his kids. He taught me how to think, how to stay calm, how to handle life. If not for him, I might be in prison—or worse.
He died quickly from pancreatic cancer. He told me before he passed: “Take care of both Jenna and Kelly.” I made that promise and kept it for 20 years.
When he died, he left them $8 million each. Jenna got hers outright. Kelly’s went into a trust because she was struggling emotionally at the time. She got monthly payments—started at $12,000, now it’s $20,000 or $25,000. The sad part is she couldn’t control any of it, even though she had a great business mind.Honestly, Kelly was smarter in business than Jenna. Jenna turned her $8 million into $150 million. Kelly could’ve done more. When Kelly was hospitalized and we had to take over Ohioadult, I handled production, she handled business. We didn’t interfere with each other. That six-month stretch did better than Jenna’s four years running it.
