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.

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.

Heartless

Five years ago I was simple. Simple career goals: Join the Peace Corps and Teach history. Simple living standards: My own apartment, a 60 inch HDTV, and a car that runs. Simple desires: A little black book with numbers that I could call whenever I was in need. That was all I ever wanted out of life. Now everything seems so complicated and I don't know what I want anymore.

Marcus took me by surprise. I never wanted to be in a relationship but for the past five years I've had the chance to experience the world as a boy in love. It may not have been your typical loving relationship but it had all the same inner workings of one, including promises of forever, deep passionate kisses, and the inability to function without one another. There is so much love between us but yet it's not enough to keep us together. I can't give him what he wants and he can't give me what I need. It took a few months of fighting, a handful of insults, and a ton of heart ache for us to finally accept our defeat but the war is over. The smoke has cleared. There is no victory. Both sides have lost.

Yesterday was our goodbye. As he was leaving I told him that I would always love him. I told him that I want to remember the good times and forget about the bad. I told him to keep in touch and that I'd like to be friends. He wanted to say something back, he opened his mouth but nothing came out. Tears began rolling down his face and we both knew if he stood around any longer he would of ended up staying. So he simply kissed me on the cheek, took what's left of my heart, and left.

Mason Takes a Bite Out of the Big Apple

One of the perks that comes with working in the adult film industry is the schedule. I work one week per month, which leaves me with virtually 9 months of paid vacation every year. I love time off but being the friendless porn slut that I am, I don't have much to do during those three week breaks. I play video games until my eyes hurt, I work out until my muscles ache, and I have sex with strangers until my ass is sore. Even though those are my three favorite activities and they usually bring me great pleasure and enjoyment, they have become part of my daily routine. And we all know routines can sometimes become a bore. Every now and then I need a bit more excitement. And last month I got that excitement from a trip to New York City.

I went to Times Square to look at all the pretty lights.

I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge.

I visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

I meandered through Central Park.

AND I got to orally service this NewYorkCity stud*.

I'm glad I finally got to explore the big apple. The trip was a blast and I can't wait to go back!

Tell me about your last vacation!

*He's pretty vanilla. Soft, Sensual, and Gentle. Above average Kisser. Orally gifted. Sensitive Nipples. Perfectly straight circumsized cock with more than enough meat to please a size queen. I loved the taste of his dick and it's creamy filling. Highly Recommended.

Totally Drained: Part Three

By the time my 14-day stay in Northern California was over, my skin had healed and I was ready for my next event, Phoenix Forum in Arizona. This porn convention was alot more pussy-centric, alot less gay, and alot more draining. I had just experienced my first real big gay event but this was an entirely different ball game.

Pool parties lasted all day, hotel room parties lasted all night. Most attendees were drunk, high, or both through out the whole event. Boobies were all over the place, running amok, and striking fear into the hearts of the small group homos who were unfortunate enough to be there. I'm kidding. Breasts are lovely, I just don't need to see them before breakfast.

I also picked up some new lingo. Apparently, the fact that my allergies were acting up, making me sniffle and sneeze, gave others the impression that I had been inhaling powdery substances. And thus the question: "Do you like to party?", which really means, "Do you do drugs? Do you have anyone on you? Can I have some please?" I thought they meant party, like an actual party with booze and tons of people and loud music and a cake, celebrating someones release from prison or kidney stone passing or loss of virginity at the age of 14. Either way my answer would be, not really. But seriously. Who knew Party = doing drugs? Am I the only one who didn't know that? Maybe I spend too much time playing video games and fapping. I also found it alarming that an invitation to sandwiches and hot sex(which I assumed would be strictly gay sex) turned out to be a hotel room turned pussy palace and cocaine snort-a-torium.

Not really feeling the whole situation I decided to find my kind of fun elsewhere. And that weekend, "fun" came in the form of a waiter/college student. My waiter. He gave great service and I decided to be cheap by leaving my hotel room number instead of a tip. I kid. I left a tip and my hotel room number. He came over that night, worked his magic on me, and had me naked and down on my knees in less than 5 minutes. What can I say? The guy was hot and I'm a slut. Why waste time? I was pleasantly surprised when he offered me his ass, I graciously accepted of course. My penis loves the attention, my hole just usually loves it more. Once I got my fill of topping (in less than 5 minutes), I flipped myself around, threw my legs up in the air, and told him to use MY ass any way he wanted. A little bit of spit, a bed-drenching amount of sweat, and two ball-draining loads later, I was falling asleep in the arms of my waiter with a warm gooey feeling deep inside me.

Totally Drained: Part Two

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Totally Drained: Part One

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N_GGERS*

*People that annoy you

Can you guess the title word?

Before I reveal what it is I want to take the time to explain my story from yesterday, my choice of words, and my opinion on the subject matter.

In the simplest of terms, racism is the belief that one racial group is inherently superior to another. It's a doctrine that a persons race determines his capabilities, his merits, and his shortcomings. By that definition I would not consider myself racist and I would argue till the cows came home with anyone who would label me as such. My use of a racial slur was inexcusable, insensitive, and ignorant. But not racist. I do not think white people are better in any way than black people.

I know that I will never understand what it feels like to be a black man and hear/read the n-word and that's why I will never argue that it is OK for me to use it. Regardless of the situation.

I am sorry to anyone that I may have indirectly offended. I did not have any racist feelings when I used the n-word and I apologize if my story hurt you in some way. To the Fat Black Man in the Purple Sweat Suit, this apology is not for you, I INTENDED TO OFFEND YOU as you offended me.

But please keep in mind that I am no saint. I am not patient. I am not very tolerant of opinions I do not agree with. I have a bad sense of humor. I am hypocritical. I have a bad temper. I don't normally think before I speak. And I am human.

South Park-Nigga Guy

If everything I have said so far is not enough to gain the forgiveness of the gay black community then what if I offered up my ass in The Next Black Balled Movie or Niggas' Revenge 2? Would that set things gay?

Although that might be more of a reward to me instead of a punishment... But I'm sure if you find the right models, dominant rough tops that would have no mercy and just tear my hole apart, like say... Diesel Washington for example, then I'm sure I'd learn my lesson.

And maybe I'd never go back ;)

P.S. The title word of this blog is:
N_GGERS - People that annoy you = N*A*GGERS
If you thought it was some other word. Does that make you a racist?