I was 20 years old and broken-hearted. Gay sex I wasn’t going to get to see my uncle even after he laid out who knows how much money. I also couldn’t believe that he hired a bona fide porn star to keep me company and distracted in this huge house. Did he think I thought only with my dick (although I had to admit that the sex on the plane had been fantastic). I couldn’t figure out if I should feel guilty, angry, amused, or what.I walked over to stand next to Dawson. I kept my eyes deliberately forward, not looking at him directly. “So how much do you know about what’s going on, here?”“Most of it, I think. I made your uncle agree to tell you what I do for a living before I agreed to spend the week with you. I knew you had a bad break-up, and you were probably going to be vulnerable. This way, it might be easier for you to not get too emotionally confused while I’m here.”“I thought you were a nice guy. You tricked me, though.”“I like to think that I am nice. The fact that I fuck for a living doesn’t change that.” I could see in the corner of my eye that he
