It'd been a couple of weeks since I'd lost my job, and applying for just about everything I'd seen online had bear no fruit so far. Coming closer and closer to running out of options, I suddenly had a lightbulb moment during one particularly horny night alone.
I'd thrown a porn website up on my tablet and was idly scrolling through the reams and reams of videos. I clicked on one where a guy, similar in age to me, was being interviewed by a porn company. It started off with some basic questions, and ended with him riding the cameraman's dick before hungrily guzzling his hot, sticky jizz.
Porn was never something I'd considered doing until that moment. It just seemed like a more American thing, and being a British lad from a sleepy little village, I figured I was never destined to end up in that world. These days though, it appeared that new porn studios were popping up everywhere, and a quick Google search brought up one in a city that was only a 20-minute train journey from me.
I brought up the website. The website was plastered with images of all kinds of men, from twinks to bears and everything in between, engaging in all types of sordid behaviour. At the corner of the webpage was the link I was looking for; 'Become a Model'.
I quickly clicked on it. The website instructed me to put my name and age in, as well as some pictures of myself fully clothed, in underwear, and naked. I spent about half an hour getting the pictures ready, and without meaning to brag, I looked good in them. My mousy brown hair sat elegantly on top of my head, with a faint hint of stubble on my face. Further down, the lighting was doing wonders to show off my toned physique, maintained from years of both playing football and swimming. My cock, respectably-sized at just under seven inches, was framed in a way that made it look bigger, and for an extra I sent them one of my cute ass and my tight little hole. Then, I hit send.
It only took a day to get a replay. It read:
'Dear David,
Thank you for your application to UKFuckers. We are always looking for fit young men like yourself to star in our videos, and we would love to offer you an interview at a time of your convenience.
The interview process consists of three parts. Firstly, there is the actual interview part, where one of our bosses will sit down with you and go through any prior experience, why you think you're right for the role, etc. Then there will be a solo session in front of a camera, just to see how you act when being filmed. Thirdly, if you make it past part one and two, there will be a shoot with one of our existing models, where we can see how well you can fuck with the cameras rolling.'
The rest of the email was a list of days they were free to interview me. I picked this coming Saturday, adding that I was looking forward to it, before signing off. It's weird how I'd never considered this before. I was about to be getting paid for having sex with a hot guy. Win-win!
Saturday quickly rolled around. I'd prepared myself extensively through douching and trimming, and threw on some jeans and a white polo shirt before heading for the train.
I got there half-an-hour before my interview was scheduled. I'd given myself plenty of time as the building didn't seem to be in the city centre, and upon arriving at it I found it seemed to be an old warehouse of some sort.
I made my way through the entrance to find a small reception area, with a man sat at a computer who immediately looked up at me.
"Ahh, you must be David?" he said standing up from his desk and stretching his arm for me to shake.
"Yeah, that's me," I said, shaking his hand. "Sorry I'm a bit early, wanted to make sure I found the building."
"Yeah, it's a bit out of the way isn't it? You just have a seat for me and I'll ring the bosses, see if one of them's ready for you now?"
I sat down as the man picked up the phone.
"Hello, Ritchie?" he said down it, "Got the lad, David, here for his interview. Want me to send him through now? ... No problem, bye."
The man put the phone down and looked back at me. "Ritchie's ready for you now. If you just go through this door then the third door on the right...
I made my way to the first door, entering a corridor with around five or six doors on either side. Through one of them, the sound of faint moans was heard; no prizes for guessing what was going on in there!
I got to the third door on the right, the frosted glass on it had a sign saying 'recording room'. I knocked once and after I heard a voice tell me to come in, I walked through.
The room was relatively small. To my left, there was a leather couch, with a black 'X' made with tape stuck to the white, hardwood floor. The opposite side of the room had a desk with a computer and a few cameras, and a man sitting behind them.
He was quite a good looking man. Around 15 years older than me, I thought, putting him at about 40, but still in excellent shape. He was wearing a sharp navy suit, and looked far more professional than I expected from this establishment.
"Hello, I'm David, pleasure to meet ya," I said, walking over to shake the man's hand."
"Pleasure's all mine son. I'm Ritchie." The man quickly fiddled with one of the cameras before turning his attention back to me. "If you could just take a seat on the couch for me mate and we'll get the boring part out the way."
I half-laughed, and took a seat in the middle of the couch.
"Right," he began, "bit of admin to start. The camera is rolling, just need you on camera saying you're here of your own volition and all that shit. So can you confirm for me that you know what you're here for and noone's coerced you into coming?"
I cleared my throat. "Err, no one's forced me to be here or anything, and yeah, I know what happens here..."
"And what does go on here?" Ritchie replied.
"Err, well, it's porn, isn't it? Gay porn?"
"Correct. Just making sure you hadn't made some terrible mistake and were expecting to fuck a woman!" Ritchie laughed. "Anyway son, first proper question now. What brought you in here today?"
I decided to answer truthfully. "Money, mainly. I was made redundant about a month ago, and I can't keep going with no wage coming in. Was watching some porn the other day and had a bit of a 'Eureka!' moment, so I looked up the closest reputable porn studio to me and it brought up you lads."
Ritchie chuckled. "Eureka moment! I like that! So you are gay, then? This isn't a gay for pay situation?"
"I'm bi," I replied, "but it's skewed so heavily towards men I may as well just say I'm gay. Find the sex much more fun." I laughed, somewhat nervously.
"Lovely stuff mate, lovely. Are you out or still in the closet?"
"I'm out to most people. Moved away from home for uni and was out to everyone there. I'm back in my home village now though and nobody really knows. Few homophobic family members and stuff so I can't really be bothered with the fuss yet."
