

Chris Cannon packed up his life in Boston and chased porn straight into the heart of Los Angeles. He brought a hard jawline, an easy way with women, and the rare gift of staying rock-hard no matter how long the lights stayed on. Directors booked him on sight; the girls requested him by name. Between takes he cracked jokes, swapped stories, kept everyone loose while the camera clicked over. Each morning he woke up paid to slide between another pair of thighs, and every night he fell asleep grinning at the improbable luxury of the dream.

Chris Cannon packed up his life in Boston and chased porn straight into the heart of Los Angeles. He brought a hard jawline, an easy way with women, and the rare gift of staying rock-hard no matter how long the lights stayed on. Directors booked him on sight; the girls requested him by name. Between takes he cracked jokes, swapped stories, kept everyone loose while the camera clicked over. Each morning he woke up paid to slide between another pair of thighs, and every night he fell asleep grinning at the improbable luxury of the dream.