I know, you’re asking, why is a story about sex with Justin Jedlica on a site about fucking porn stars? If you’ve heard of him at all, it’s likely as a tabloid freak- show attraction, the Real Life Ken Doll, a misnomer in my book because an actual Ken doll looks more like a human being than this testament to the evils of plastic surgery. But he started his… career as a porn starlet and rentboy.

Well, I met him when he was a Real Boy with one nose job and maybe some pec implants, before this plastic Pinocchio found some kind of cosmetic surgery Frankenstein to rebuild him. He did already have the sugar daddy who seems to have bankrolled the science project, but at that point he was just providing luxury housing where Justin could lure stiff cocks with his face and body, which were actually beautiful in their “before” state. I’ve seen speculation online about whether his cock is real, and it sure was then, and it was spectacular. Long and thick and throbbing.

Seriously, to see him now is kind of sad. I suppose if all the silicone makes him happy, then fine, but it also makes him, in my book, completely unfuckable. A sex robot would look—and feel—more human.

He classifies as a porn star because at one point he had videos of himself getting fucked and apparently doing other lurid things, using the name Trey Thurston (seriously?). You could also find him advertising his services on one hooker website or another. You can still find a couple videos and some shots of him displaying his stiff cock that survive his attempted purge of his pornographic past.

In one clip he’s perched on a tractor getting drilled; it’s really unskilled—the video, that is. His bottoming looks quite skilled. In the other he gets barebacked by a supremely homely top with a really large cock. After an enthusiastic cumshot on his own face he takes the top’s load in his mouth and on his face, but mainly in his hair.

I met him online, and was invited to his sugar daddy’s apartment (the latter was not in town). The door opened to a breath-taking, tall boy with an amazing face and hot, lean body, wearing only underwear. On his knees, he took my cock out and sucked me with great expertise. We ended up in a 69, and his beautiful cock thrusting into my mouth put me over the edge. When I started to cum, he deepthroated me and took my load all the way down.

His body was amazing—tiny waist and nice shoulders and arms. In light of future developments, I’ve wondered if the muscles were real, although they felt real enough.

The second time was a repeat of this encounter. He had told me he wanted only oral, but after slurping on my cock he decided he loved it so much he had to have it in his hole. He slid a condom on my rod and backed his beautiful shaved ass on and rode me doggie style, turning around to suck my load into his warm, wet mouth.

I saw him once more, still in his more-or-less original state. I guess the sugar daddy was home, because this time he met me downstairs and took me into the stairwell, opening his pants to reveal a red mesh thong barely concealing his thick shaved cock. I love slutwear, so the sight of his rigid dong in fishnet got me going. I unloaded in his mouth—apparently he loves to swallow cum—and he blew all over the stairwell.

That was the last time I saw him until he started publicizing his extreme makeover. The body is somewhat freakish, but I guess if you’re rich and too lazy to go to the gym, and have a high tolerance for being sliced and diced, then it’s one way to be built. But the face. Why? He was so attractive, before the implants and collagen and silicone, not to mention the mascara and lip gloss. You wonder what twisted his psyche so much that he could look in the mirror and be so unhappy with what most would recognize as a very attractive young man.

And, by the way, he was really nice. No idea what persona he has adopted to accompany the revamped exterior….

These are pics of Justin before he was a complete science project. Why someone this pretty would want to have himself remade in the image of Jocelyn Wildenstein is a mystery, but one assumes there is some serious psychological issue in play.