
I can't promise it'll be anything exciting but you never know.
My former roommate and I have had our differences throughout our history together. I was by no means ever his best friend but up until recently I never thought that we had any serious issues with one another. When I first met him he had no place to live, a job that couldn't afford him much on his own, no real friends to speak of, and a car that he claimed was falling apart. So I leased a house with him where he was only responsible to pay one third of the rent while I paid two thirds, I fully furnished the entire house, including his bedroom, and I purchased all of the appliances for the both of us to utilize. I let him use all of my things as if they were his own, I introduced him to his current "close" friends, and I introduced him to a guy that eventually became his boyfriend. I helped him get into porn, I came up with his stage name, and I created his blog. Hell, I even gave him money towards the down payment for his new car. When I decided to move out in the middle of June, I had already paid ALL of the bills for the month and my portion of the rent, I also paid the rent for the month of July, and I left all of my furniture and appliances there for him to use. I gave him a full seven weeks to find two new roommates to pick up my part of the rent. He found two new roommates within two weeks. They lived there rent free for the entire month of July. And when it came time for me to take back my furniture, I chose to give him my refrigerator and a queen-size mattress so that he wasn't left entirely empty handed. I actually felt bad for him. Though things didn't work out between us I never had any negative feelings towards him and I only wished him the best... That's not the case anymore...
I have something to say. I spent the last few months waiting for the right time to tell you but it turns out that there is no right time... I wish I could put this off for a little while longer but information like this usually finds a way of coming out sooner than later. In fact, people have already begun to talk so I might as well just tell you now. I tested positive. I have only myself to blame. I have HIV and it kind of sucks.

He's gay, he's hot, and his dick looks jawbreakingly THICK. This is Ben and he is the newest addition to Sean Cody's never-ending roster of ridiculously hot men. According to the site, Ben is a bottom that is into muscled Latino boys. I am neither Latino nor a very good top, so I guess I'm out of the running but I can still fantasize.
Why do homos gossip so fucking much? Because they have nothing better to do. Why do homos act like they are the center of the universe? Because it helps hide the fact that nobody really loves them. Why are homos so over-dramatic? Because it helps make their mostly boring life seem more exciting. Why do homos feel the need to stick their noses where they don't belong? Because they think they know everything. Why do homos have to always ask their friends for relationship advice. Because they are dumber than their friends. Why do homos feel the need to befriend other homos? Because it ups the chances of getting laid. Why do homos get on my nerves? Because they never know when to shut the fuck up.
It is 11PM on a Saturday Night. I have spent a few hours on both websites and so far the score is still 0 to 0. I have exchanged many messages with various boys that I'd love to get in bed/bathroom stall/car/park/back alley/dressing room/bath house with but nothing has panned out. I don't get it. Has word gotten out that I am a horrible lay? Are my slutty days over or am I just saying the wrong things?
I have shot nearly 75 scenes since the launch of MasonWyler.com back in 2009. Out of all the models I have worked with on my website, ten of them really stood out to me. In my opinion, these boys were the hottest, the most passionate, the dirtiest, the most intense, and the horniest of them all.
Brandon Bangs starts the list off at number ten. Physically Brandon is exactly what I like. He's a young, thick, brute of a man with big muscles that seem to be forged from years of playing football or working on a construction site but not from hours in the gym. Brandon makes it on my top ten list because he is arguably one of the most verbal men I have ever had the pleasure to work with. Something about a man calling me a whole slew of degrading names while I do what he tells me to just really turns me on. I LOVE DOMINANT MEN THAT TALK DIRTY TO ME!
When it comes to the task of finding my next meal, two websites come to mind, Manhunt.net and Adam4Adam.com. I have relied on Manhunt for many years and have always found it useful in times of need, especially when I'm traveling. I have found it most effective in more densely populated areas like New York, Washington D.C., and Chicago but I have noticed that in places like Houston, Manhunt blows. Maybe the boys in Houston are cheap and prefer Adam4Adam over Manhunt since Manhunt charges a membership fee to access most of its features while Adam4Adam is entirely free. With that being said, I have decided to set up the exact same profile on both sites to find out which one can get me the most dick. You can call it a little experiement or contest of sorts. Feel free to check me out on either site and message me, my screen name on both Manhunt and Adam4Adam is Mason_WylerXXX. Which website can deliver the most dick to Mason Wyler's back door?
This isn't working. I told myself I need to blog at least once a day but clearly that isn't happening. I've been sitting on my computer for three hours now, trying desperately to put a post together. I write about three sentences, I get stuck, and then I delete it all. I know that I have things to write about. My life actually has been a lot more active this winter, I have more friends now, I've been having more sex lately, I've been traveling quite frequently, but I just can't seem to organize my thoughts. I'm going to go masturbate and try this again in the morning.
Meet Jean-Baptiste. This insanely adorkable man is the founder of SquidFire.com, a Baltimore based T-shirt company that champions the oddest of designs and I mean that as a compliment. A couple of months ago Jean-Baptiste sent me one of the most peculiar T-shirts I have ever seen. I really like it. I think I might wear it all the time, except for when someone is ejaculating all over me... I wouldn't want to stain the shirt. And while I'm on the subject of ejaculating, Jean-Baptiste, if you are reading this, I'd let you ejaculate all over me or in me or both on me and in me. I mean it's only fair, right? You did give me a free T-shirt after all. That's like twenty bucks and who wouldn't spread their legs for twenty bucks? In any case, SquidFire.com has some pretty neat stuff, from clothes to lunch bags and everything in between so check them out. Pictures of me in my nifty new shirt below.

Indolence. It's my own worst enemy. Creeping up on me quietly and slowly, almost at a snails pace. Very careful not to warrant any alarm. Allowing me to get comfortable and content, and before I know it, indolence has me in its grasp. For more than two months I have let life pass me by. I've lost fifteen pounds of muscle and I'm seriously behind on my blog. What's even worse is the fact that I have only had sex with twelve people since I became single back in October. That's pathetic for a self-described cock-a-holic like myself. For gay CHRIST'S sake, what kind of porn slut am I? A pretty bad one for sure. Twelve boys in nearly four months?! God that's a sad realization. It should be more like twelve hundred. It's like I'm one of the snormal boys. I have been way too lazy for way too long... Well not anymore. No more masturbating because I'm too lazy to put in the effort required to find a hook-up. No more eating out for every meal because I'm too lazy to cook. No more skipping out on the gym. No more sleeping half the day away. No more eight hour gaming sessions. I have to conquer old indolence once and for all. Starting today I will be a new man. A man that works out every day, goes to bed before 2am every night, and wakes up before 10am every morning. I will limit the amount of time I spend on video games. I will make an effort to write at least once a day. And I will stop ignoring my sex addiction and actually go out and get some dick. It's time I start living again.