All porn stars know the biggest rule in porn: never fall for your costar. It can ruin everything, and it almost never works out how you want it to. And to my horror, I think I might be in the process of breaking that rule…
My name is Justin Kane, and I’m supposed to be the biggest star in gay porn. My porn videos get millions of hits, and thanks to my confessional YouTube channel, Diary of a Gay Porn Star, where I share a brutally honest look into my life, they call me the Carrie Bradshaw of the XXX world. I’ve made money, fans, and I’ve traveled the world.
And I have never been more lonely.
Don’t get me wrong: I love my job, and I’m grateful. But I want love, like anyone else. And I know the whole “lonely superstar” things sounds like a cheesy cliché, but here I am: alone. Speaking of that, the only guy I’ve ever fallen for? He dumped me because of my career, go figure.
In fact, I was considering walking away when my studio made me one final offer: a boatload of money for a scene with a gorgeous straight guy they found on Instagram. And with Smith Maverick’s body, who could say no? So I flew to the Bahamas for our tropical shoot, figuring a fat check and a beachy vacation couldn’t hurt. But then something funny and amazing and dangerous happened:
Smith turned out to be kind and sensitive and caring and deep, and I think I might be falling for him… And our shoot is in twelve hours. And now, everything is on the line…