This scene was to be part of the studio’s Daddy Hunt series. After that filming was to start in earnest. Josh and I chatted away until I was pulled away from Josh to go and film a short interview that was to be included as an extra at the end of the DVD (well these Americans are a sucker for an English accent, after all). So far it was just like any other film set I’d been on. (This was before I had my own Prince Albert.) One of the crew gave me a cup of coffee and Josh and I went out onto the fire escape to get better acquainted. I’d seen pics of him of course, but he was more attractive in real life and I liked his tattoos and, especially, his pierced dick. When I got there, there were half a dozen guys, preparing the set and rigging up cameras and lighting. I was collected by another employee of the company who drove me to the studio. It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day I remember. The next day was to be my first real time having sex on camera. It didn’t take too long and that first scene was wrapped in a couple of hours, after which Mike dropped me back at my hotel. Mike had, shall we say, a hands-on approach to his work, which was very helpful, and at one point I suggested that he also remove his clothes as I would find that quite horny. You are allowed to look at the camera, make the person watching feel that you are getting off just for them. It wouldn’t be much different from any of the stills shoots I’d done only this time he’d be using a video camera. He had suggested that he ease me in with a solo scene.
The morning after my arrival, I went down to the lobby from my hotel room to find Mike, a handsome young guy (much younger than I expected) waiting in the lobby.
Still, I had no idea if I’d be able to do it, so it was with some trepidation that I boarded my plane to San Francisco a few weeks later. Admittedly, the money wasn’t that great, but it was a darn sight more than what porn companies pay these days. I wasn’t even sure myself, but Mike was persistent, both via email and phone calls, and eventually wore me down with his reassurances and offering me three scenes (which in effect tripled my fee) as well as my flights and accommodation. Once you did porn it was out there for all to see. True, I was an escort, which was already pretty taboo, but it was possible to keep that secret. Back in the first few years of this century, it was much more taboo than it is now when seemingly every top, dick and bumhole is clamouring to get in on the act. I can safely say that up until then I’d never really considered doing porn.