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Positive, Thankful, and Over It

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My Turn

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...

Last week, my former roommate decided to post a ridiculous, overly-dramatic story on his blog about his experience living with Marcus and me. In it he accused us of many things, from skipping out on the rent to breaking and entering. None of it was true. This was followed by him publicly disclosing my current health status, without my consent, via his twitter account and then proceeding to defame me by claiming that I was spreading STDs. A flat out unsubstantiated lie. Words can not describe how disgusted I am with him and his actions.

I did a lot for him and to have him say all the things he said really baffles me. I know what his goal was. He wanted to garner your attention, your sympathy, and your adoration. He thought by smearing my name he would somehow get your attention. He believed it would drive traffic to his blog and gain him thousands of new fans. He had faith that his words, his lies, and his shameless tactics would push me out of the porn world and make room for him. Well he was wrong and he failed miserably. I got to give him credit for trying though but now it's my turn.

To all of my supporters: I have one favor to ask of you. Help me make my former roommates porn career a short one. Don't write about him online. Don't watch his porn. Don't promote any videos that he is featured in. Don't read his blog. Don't follow him on twitter. Don't friend him on facebook. Don't even mention his name... Simply ignore him. Just forget him.

STOP

Since testing positive in May, I have hooked up with a total of three people and they were all HIV positive themselves. Seriously. I have not gone around fucking, barebacking, or infecting HIV negative people. I am a sex fiend. I am NOT a monster. So to the people who are spreading rumors that I have done otherwise, STOP. You are not saving anyone's life by talking about me so STOP. You can not equate countless hours spent browsing hook-up sites and blogging about my sexual desires online to a wild and irresponsible sex life offline so STOP. You don't know what I do in my private life so STOP. What you are saying about me could be considered defamatory so STOP. You have already done enough damage so STOP. Seriously. Just STOP.

Owning My House In Vermont

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.

My Life Over the Past Three Months in List Form

1. I lost my job.
2. I found a new job.
3. I attended my first gay orgy and I didn't have fun.
4. I attended my first gay pride and I had a blast.
5. I let my body get out of shape.
6. I got my body in-shape.
7. I injured my back while trying to impress a hottie at my gym.
8. I solicited a hot homosexual chiropractor to fix my back.
9. I had a falling out with my housemate.
10. I had a rekindling with the love of my life.
    

I WANT BEN

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.

CLICK HERE TO WATCH HIS VIDEOS

WHY?!?!?!

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.

Don't take this post too seriously. I'm just annoyed and felt like venting.

The Top Ten Fucks of MasonWyler.com: 9. Tommy D

9: Tommy D

Tommy D makes it on the list at number 9 because he was the easiest model to work with. By anyone's account Tommy is the epitome of a professional adult entertainer. He has been in the business for a long time and has disciplined himself in the art of making porn. What makes him even hotter is that he thoroughly enjoys sex both on and off camera. Boys, Girls, Boys and Girls, Boys and Boys, Tommy loves it all. It isn't just an act. The stud goes bonkers for cock just as much as he loves the vagina. Plus he has an insatiable thirst for semen... probably more so than I do. Don't believe that's possible? Check out THIS VIDEO for proof!

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Adam4Adam Vs. Manhunt Update

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?

The Top Ten Fucks of MasonWyler.com: 10. Brandon Bangs

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.

10. Brandon Bangs

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!

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Where Can I Get the Most Dick?

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?

Major Blockage

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.

I Like My Shirt

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.

Lazarus

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.

Bryan Ockert, Owner of Chaos Men, Weighs in on Zane

I just want to make one thing clear. I am simply writing about my life and my experiences. The things that I do, the places that I go, and the people that I know. Zane just happens to be one of those experiences. Below is an email I received from Bryan Ockert, the owner of ChaosMen.com and former employer of Zane, regarding my previous article.

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A Beautiful Nightmare

Meet Zane from ChaosMen, who also went by Todd on CorbinFisher and is now apparently going by the name of Tucker. I was obsessed with him for months. I watched and jerked off to all of his videos religiously. Thanks to Zane/Todd/Tucker I have killer forearms. ZTT was in my mind, the ultimate muscle slut. He sucked dick, he fucked and got fucked bareback, and he seemed to enjoy every second of it. On top of that, he greedily gulped down every load of cum, in every scene, and then lapped up every last drop like a hungry little pig. And in his last scene on ChaosMen, he was tag-teamed, condom-free, and had one of the guys blow a wad up his hole. I fell in slut-love. I knew I had to sleep with him. The only problem was figuring out how to make it happen. I contacted ChaosMen numerous times to see if they would put me in a scene with him. Complete failure. They hired me once, I guess I did poorly. They didn't want me back. That was my only option at the time so I figured like Harley and Trey and Curtis and Zack and Brock, the thought of ZTT breeding my fuck hole would just have to remain a fantasy.

Then one day while I was reading The Sword, I stumbled upon an article about how my fellow porn slut, Jesse Santana, was launching his own porn agency, an agency who's roster included ZTT. Without thought or hesitation I called up Jesse and got ZTT's number. I called ZTT. He answered. The stud was friendly and seemingly very available, for anything. He lived in Dallas and faster than I can say "fuck me" I was up there hanging out with ZTT in a hotel room.

During our first night together he was accompanied by a person he called his "friend". When he said "friend" he really meant drug dealer. And when I say drug I mean crack, ghb, ecstasy, heroine, crystal meth, etc. And apparently, ZTT used to be quite the drug maker. After about an hour of Drugs 101 it became quite clear that A: ZTT was stupid. B: ZTT was an avid supporter of illicit drug use. And C: My aversion to drug addicts was not as strong as my sexual addiction to ZTT. I sat through two lines of crystal meth, constant repetition of the sentence: "I'm not addicted to drugs, they just keep me balanced, you know what I'm sayin?", and an eye-rolling story about a "really good friend" of theirs that died earlier in the week due to a drug overdose. "Snorting crystal meth. What a wonderful way to celebrate her life. Now will your creepy drug-dealing friend leave so that we can have sex before you OD and die?" I thought to myself. And after all the drugs had been snorted he did. And then we did.

Surprisingly, the sex was better than I could of ever imagined. In the videos, his body was hot. In person his body was scorching. I am a big chest man and ZTT had the hottest chest ever. He had a very accommodating ass and a dick that never stopped. We kissed. We 69ed. We fucked. We came. And I was hooked. He was desperate, broke, and very alone. When I asked him why he didn't have any close friends he responded that it was due to Dallas's douchey population. I wasn't entirely convinced by his explanation but it was clear that ZTT needed somebody, he admitted that he hated being alone and that he needed help. Me being the helpful glutton that I am, decided to take full advantage of the situation. I thought I could lend him a hand since he was willing to lend me his dick. I thought I had found myself the perfect little fuck stud. ZTT was all for it just as long as I put a roof over his head and food in his belly. We set rules, he could live with me but he couldn't bring any drugs and/or drug dealers anywhere near my house. He told me that it wouldn't be a problem and that he wanted to quit anyway. I believed him and I brought him home to Houston.

Sexually, he proved to be very skilled in the art of making lust. He was very attentive and had no problem following orders. He was always hard when I wanted it and he always came when I needed it. He had no real limits to speak of and was always up for anything I wanted to do. But outside of sex it was a different story... A very different story. There was so much wrong with him I don't know where to begin...

He could fuck for hours but he couldn't hold a decent conversation. He finished every sentence with "You know what I'm sayin" and the only things he really cared to talk about were the drugs that he claimed he wasn't doing anymore and how his looks made him superior to everyone else. He was obsessed with going out to clubs, raves, and after hours parties. And I'm 99% sure he hid drugs in his anal cavity. He would lock himself in the bathroom for hours at a time to shit out the drugs and snort them... Or he had really bad allergies that left behind a white, powdery, crystal-like residue all over my bathroom counter and that were only triggered during really long dumps. You decide.

He talked alot of bullshit like claiming to have the power and connections to shut down the entire porn industry for "screwing him over". I'm not quite sure how he was the one that got screwed over because he readily admitted that he was a no show for numerous shoots for various studios. In fact, I found out that he was a no show for my studio a couple of times. And he violated an exclusive contract with Sean Cody. I'm also pretty sure he was kicked out of the Navy although he claims they just let him walk out on is 5 year commitment 2 years early.

He has some major anger issues and he's an ignorant racist. I don't mean he let "nigger" slip out of his mouth a few times, I mean he said it every time we saw a black guy and he said it with so much anger, disgust, and hatred you could feel it. One night during dinner, he asked me what I thought about the diversity in our country. I told him I thought it was beneficial to our nation. His response. "I hate living next to niggers." I told him his repeated use of that word bothered me. I told him if he kept using it I wouldn't want him living with me. He basically called me stupid for getting offended. I told him his racist rant and remarks made him sound dumb. And then an explosion ensued. Derogatory slurs were yelled in my face, the table was banged and beaten, and a beer mug was flung at my face with great velocity. Fortunately he missed and it just shattered into a million little pieces against the back wall of a very busy restaurant. The place went dead silent. Everyone stared. ZTT ran out and I was left to apologize for the disturbance. That was the last straw. It was then that I fully realized why ZTT had absolutely no friends, no boyfriend, no girlfriend, no money, and no hope. It wasn't because he preferred being alone and it definitely was not because "Dallas is full of assholes" like he vehemently claimed. No. ZTT was alone because HE was an asshole. A crazy, roid-raged, drug-addicted, racist asshole with a serious case of Attention Deficit Disorder and a complete lack of sexual identity. I dropped him off in Dallas the next day.

Over the next few days I received various threats and bogus accusations from ZTT via text message. He called me cold hearted for leaving him in Dallas penniless and alone. Maybe I was. He accused me of "fraudulent activities" and promised to get my website shutdown. That was a joke. He claimed I stole from him even though he had no money when we met and I paid for everything the entire time we hung out. He even threatened violence if I didn't send him his money. All of the accusations were entirely unfounded and perplexing but some of the physical threats actually did scare me:

"I will come down there make you regret ever meeting me. You have no idea what I am capable of. I will make your life a living hell. You better watch your back. I know where you live"

The threats eventually dissipated and were replaced with insults:
"You're ugly. No one wants you anymore. You're a whore"

But now the messages are mostly suicidal:
"I hate my life. I'm all alone. I have no one. I should throw myself off a building. I'm going to kill myself. Goodbye."

I wish I could say I cared but I don't. If you do care, and you know him, then help him.