Editor's Note:  This is the second in a series by Pantheon model Kegan Daniels all about his recent foray into the world of porn.

I was working 80 hours a week in my shop.  My last day off had been Valentine’s Day – and it was May.  It was time to get the hell out of Dodge.  Wednesday, May 13, I headed to Kansas City International Airport for a three day whirlwind trip.

I’m 6’6”.  Most people don’t realize just how enormous I am until they meet me in person.  Now think about a standard airplane – a sardine can with wings.  And wouldn’t you know it, I had a middle seat.

To my left was a smart looking woman.  I glanced over and noticed that she was wearing a white polo embroidered with “NASA Rocket Scientist”.  I felt like leaning over and saying, “Wanna know a dirty little secret?  In about 48 hours, I’m going to have another man’s hand up my ass…and they’re going to be filming it!!”  But she was engrossed in the itinerary for her upcoming conference.  To the right was a younger gentleman with a smaller build and apparently a jumbo-sized bladder.  When he got up to pee it afforded me ample time to shift my legs over into the space he vacated and get in a mini stretch…and wonder what the hell he could be doing back there for so long.

There was a short layover in Phoenix, AZ.  (Because it makes sense to go as far south as possible on the way west.)  I got out to stretch my legs and decided to check out the gift shop.  As I approached, I noticed that the back wall was lined with books.  “One of these days, my book will be on that wall!”  I don’t know where the thought came from.  I knew I loved to write but never realized the desire to be published was that strong.

The next leg of the flight was equally unexciting.  My rocket scientist was replaced by a paper-grading gentleman toting a children’s book about beer.  Bladder-boy got up halfway through the flight never to return again.  Before I knew it, I was in San Francisco!

Let me tell you – lugging a suite case full of leather through an airport terminal can get very tiring very quickly!  As if that wasn’t enough, I ended up playing Marco-Polo with Walt.  He claimed that he sent me an email telling me to call when my flight landed and was parked outside of my terminal.  I was one foot away from hopping on a train into town.  A riveting game of hide-and-go-seek ensued.

I had no idea where I was at this point, winding my way through the parking garage – all I saw was cement, cars, and an occasional glimpse of blue sky.  Not only was I unfamiliar with San Francisco, I was even more so with Parking Garage 3!

“Well, if you would have called when you got off the plane,” Walt said good natured-ly as I tried my damndest to let him know where I was.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to call,” I replied, switching my bag of leather to the other arm.

“I emailed you.”

“I’m not saying you didn’t.  I’m saying I never got it.”

Thankfully, the gods were smiling on us.  I got out of the garage just in time to step into his line of sight.  I hopped in his car and we headed to the company studio where I met Karl Williams, my scene mate for the next couple of days.

Karl and I had been chatting since we found out we would be filming together and had established a good relationship. Seeing his handsome face in person solidified the bond – and we immediately proceeded to suck face.

It had been a long flight so dinner was in order. We walked a few blocks to a nearby pizza place.  Believe it or not, I have a tendency to be withdrawn and very shy.  During my insecure overweight days I spent plenty of time standing against the wall, watching the world pass me by.  I noticed that I had started to retreat within myself.  When Walt asked me about where things were going in my life – Karl’s glass of wine just looked too damn tempting!  So, I swiped it and took a couple of big gulps and that really took the edge off and conversation flowed from there.

I ended up finishing off the last of the pizza. (Thank God for being a giant red bear!) We walked back to the studio, said goodbye to Karl, and Walt drove me to my hotel.  I checked in, crossing my fingers that there was enough room on my credit card to be approved for the room to cover any incidentals.

The room number looked familiar and as I walked down the hall – lo and behold…it was the same room I stayed in my last trip out to film! I put myself to bed early and enjoyed a wonderful night of slumber.
It’s a damn good thing I got rested, considering what Thursday’s shoot had in store…

Next: The Big Dick Daddy Club and all that that name implies.