Jon King was a porn sensation, named at the beginning of the decade “the Star of the ‘80s” by porn PR, and named after his porn “brother” J.W. King. Jon was an insatiable bottom, whose onscreen performance masked a shy and insecure man who found it difficult when fame faded in the next decade.

I met Jon King through a mutual acquaintance who decided we were sexually compatible. Jon called me and explained how he got my number, that he wanted to meet and get fucked, and then he told me who he was. At this point it was some years past his day as the “Superstar of the ‘80s,” but since he started getting fucked on video as soon as he was legal, he was still young.

He warned me that he had “not a trace of tan,” as if that was his memorable feature as opposed to the greediest ass in the history of porn. Up to that point, at least. He was possibly the first total bottom to achieve superstar gay porn status. After retiring or fading, he made a comeback in the 1990s with Falcon, but there were many newer stars who commanded more attention.

I met him at the friend’s apartment (happily he was out of town, since I was afraid he would want to watch or, worse, participate, which would have been a deal-breaker). Happily, the 1980s mustache was no more, and the center-parted haircut had been updated.

Jon was one of the most voracious fucks I have ever had. He loved sucking cock and he really, really loved taking it in that famous ass. I learned that his onscreen abilities were a reflection of his actual proclivities and abilities.

I fucked him a few times, but began to see that he was not a well-adjusted or happy person.

Once I invited him to a party—just a straightforward social gathering. Several of the guys there I had sexual history with, including two who were a couple, as well as a very hot boy I had had. It was clear that the four of us were on the same page, as they all lingered, waiting for the other guest to clear out so we could continue the festivities in a more intimate manner.

But Jon King would not leave!

Now, I know this sounds like NOT a problem. A porn superstar, past his peak of fame but still young and attractive, wants to hang around and offer himself up as a source of mutual pleasure. But, frankly, I was no longer interested and neither were the others (who may not have known who he was). He more or less was trying to spend the night, and I realized he essentially had no place else to go. I think he was crashing on a series of couches. But mine was not going to be one of them, especially when I had a hot fourgy just waiting to happen.

Finally, the other 75 percent of that fourgy gave up and went their separate ways, while Mr. King just sat there, ignoring my direct statements that I wanted to clean up and go to sleep. Sometime after 6 AM he finally left, having deprived me of both sleep and sex.

Another friend of mine had some dealings with him and said his sense was that Jon was not dealing well with not being a porn superstar. He was quite intelligent. I knew someone who had gone to high school with him in Florida and said he was just the quiet guy in the back of the class. He had studied to be a chef and had apparently worked with some degree of success, but I assume that didn’t satisfy him in the same way as being a sexual icon. Not long after, word came that he had died, I believe of a drug overdose.

So, nice guy, hot fuck, sad and self-destructive ending. The cliché of a porn star biography I suppose….