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.

24 Hours Till I Get What I Need

In 24 hours I will be boarding a plane that will whisk me away to the land of over-priced real estate and under-priced whores, better known as California. You see, once a month, for an entire week, I get to do what I was born for. For seven gay days I am lucky enough to partake in a balls-to-my-asscheeks fuck-a-thon where I get to fill up on cock and cum to my hole's and throat's content. Mostly in front of a video camera of course. Sadly, that seems to be the only time I get a good hot dicking these days. If only I could keep the fuck-a-thon going 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year... Anyway, check out pictures from the previous fuck fest below!
This scene is starring Parker London. An incredibly hot stud with an equally hot dick. I don't normally watch my own porn and even when I do it's usually just to critique myself but I have to admit that I just jerked off to this video. 5 times. This morning. Sex with this man was amazing. Just kissing this man got me my heart pounding. Having his dick in my mouth while I stared up at his beautiful body sent me into euphoria. Having his hole engulf my cock sent me out of this world. And just when I thought I couldn't take any more pleasure he flipped me around and plunged his cock balls-deep into my ass shooting me straight into ecstasy. He was definitely one of my favorite scene partners thus far. He is a sex god. Verbal. Versatile. Masculine. Dominant (even as a bottom). Intense. Commanding. Perfect. I am in lust with him.

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This is RARE

OK. You're right. Me down on my knees sucking a dick isn't rare at all. In fact, it's quite common. BUT this is:
Yup. That's me on top for once. Surprised? So am I. But every now and then I do get the urge to plow some tight boy-hole. Trust me when I say, if I'm in the mood to top, I can go for hours and hours before I bust my nut. I even get a little rough and dominant.

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Tommy D and I Like to Share Boys

Well at least one in particular and his name is Miguel Prange. In case I forgot to say this before, Miguel is one of my favorite scene partners thus far and I'm keeping my fingers crossed (and my hole lubed up) in hopes that I will get to work with him again soon. Check out the preview video below of Tommy D and I servicing the gorgeous Miguel Prange.

Seriously, the boy is hot! Even Cody Cummings can't deny Miguels natural beauty. If you fail to see why we have the hots for Mr. Prange then let me take a few moments to show you why our mouths water and our holes twitch everytime we hear his name.

If you still don't see what we see in Miguel then maybe you need to check out our videos and get a better look at him...

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MIGUEL TURN ME INTO A LOUD
HUNGRY BOTTOM BITCH

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You Are What You Eat

Whenever conversing with a nutritionist, the phrase "You are what you eat" always manages to find its way into our dialogue. I always thought they were talking about my skin color, "You're so pasty white because you swallow too much cum!" You know, kind of like the all shrimp diet is why flamingos are so pink. Apparently that's not exactly what they meant. I figured that out on my own when all I ate was dark chocolate for a month and I still maintained my see through complexion. I guess what they meant to say is that what you eat, in one way or another, will reflect the kind of person that you are.

If I truly am what I eat, then earlier today while I was shopping for underwear, I was a total asshole, a big dick, and an even bigger dick-wad. Actually, to be exact, I was one smooth asshole, two huge dicks, and two ample dick-wads... I shouldn't shop on an empty stomach and especially not in a men's underwear store with a predominantly gay clientele. I barely know how to properly interact with non-porn homos as it is. When I'm hungry, my poor judgment suffers even more and it becomes easier for me to forget whatever manners I may have and just turn into a complete asshole/dick. Of course being a dick ultimately results with things blowing up in my face...

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Am I Too Loud?

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Loving Every Minute Of It

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I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore

In my post titled, "A Guilty Pleasure", I revealed my affinity for Eastern European Bareback Porn Flicks and the boys that star in them. I said that if I was only more daring or more stupid that I would be in Prague getting my ass plowed bareback by all the hot gay cock that the Czech Republic has to offer. Well today I want to confess that I might actually be that daring/stupid. That's right, I can't deny it any longer, I want to be an American barebacking bottom slut for Hot Eastern European Porn Models, taking load after load deep inside me until my ass looks like a torn-up cream filled twinkie. If given the chance I would let most of those Czech boys breed my hole raw but here are a few studs in particular I would LOVE to get used by:

Peter & Mickey Coolio. I want them to tag-team me, double-fuck my hole, and plant their seed balls deep in my boy cunt: By the way, I would seriously PAY to get fucked like this!

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Jose Manuel. In my opinion this guy is down right gorgeous!

With a dick like that I'd let him fuck me any time, any where, and any way he wants to no limits and no questions asked. Just looking at him makes my mouth water and my ass twitch. Hell, as soon as he whipped out his cock, I'd have my ass out with my pants down around my ankles, all he'd have to do is spit on my hole and slide his dick in. My throat and pussy would be his property to use and abuse however he pleased.

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JOSE MANUEL USE THAT GOD-LIKE COCK!

DO YOU THINK BECOMING AN UNINHIBITED BAREBACKING BOTTOM SLUT IS A GOOD IDEA OR A BIG MISTAKE?

WOULD YOU LIKE TO WATCH THIS HOLE GET POUNDED BY TONS OF RAW, CONDOM-FREE, EUROPEAN COCK TILL IT HAS GOBS OF JIZZ POURING OUT OF IT OR WOULD YOU RATHER ME STICK TO SAFE SEX PORN AND JUST SEE ME SWALLOW THE CUM?

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Intro to Sexuality 101 With Mason Wyler

In the Book of Mason, Your sexuality is determined by the gender of the people you find sexually attractive regardless of who you choose to date or marry. As we speak there are probably hundreds of gay men reciting their empty vows to unfortunate women everywhere. But that doesn't change the fact that those men are gay. You see, sexuality isn't based on dating patterns or marriage certificates, it's not even based on the sexual activities you participate in. People have sex for various reasons, some do it for money, some for love, some for lust, and the list goes on. So in my opinion, sexuality is based on what you physically desire. Particularly who turns you on, who you instinctively lust after, and who you fantasize about.

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Interview With A Divorced Gay Man

After last night's post, I got to thinking more in depth about human sexuality and the differences amongst each individual. What it means to be gay, straight, or bisexual and what the physical possibilities are within all of us. I decided to call up one of my past scene partners whose life has been incredibly different than mine and get his take on things. He was previously married to a woman but now considers himself 100% gay. This is what he had to say:

"I felt like I had built my life around this one lie and I feared that my world would come tumbling down if I ever revealed the truth that I was gay. That fear led me to expand the lie, it enabled me to push myself into a life that wasn't for me", He said. Then I asked him what it was like for him to have sex with a woman. "Deep down inside I knew I had no sexual attraction towards her or any other woman for that matter but I didn't want to hurt her, I did care for her emotionally. That, coupled with my fear of being found out was enough to push me to have sex with her. I know it sounds cold but it really was a trial for me. It's amazing what a person can force themselves to do. But each time got harder and harder for me. I had to focus on the physical sensation my penis was feeling, I sometimes closed my eyes and imagined I was with a guy, and I tried blocking everything else out. There was no passion in me for her, no fireworks." He later revealed to me, "It killed me to know that I was lying to a beautiful woman who deserved to have a man that fully appreciated her but at the same time I didn't want to be the one who broke her heart. In the end, I couldn't deny my absolute attraction towards men and I couldn't bear cheating as well as living a lie. My lifetime of cowardice ended up hurting not only myself but those who were closest to me. But I just had to move on, it was getting close to being a choice between killing myself or coming out. I chose to come out. After more than 30 years I finally feel like myself."

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A Guilty Pleasure

I hate to admit it but I watch Eastern European Bareback Porn. I know, I know, you think I'm supporting the exploitation of impoverished boys working in an unsafe environment. But I have a different take on things.

You see, awhile back I had the honor of working with EuroCreme Studios in London for their condoms only label, Dream Boy. While there I got to hang out with some of their Czech models from their various bareback divisions and let me tell you, some of those boys LOVE what they do. Don't get me wrong, just like in America theres a great deal of of Euro boys that are just doing it out of a need for money but just like me, there are also Czech studs who do it for the sex. The two boys I spent most of my time in London put my sex drive to shame.

Since then I have been secretly in lust with numerous Czech Porn Stars, who themselves are openly in love with raw cum filled cock and hole. If only I were braver... or more stupid, I'd be in Prague right now getting my hole fucked deep by all these big-dicked Euro boys and letting them cream inside me. But unfortunately OR fortunately, I'm not that daring.

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Random Love

There are many things in his world that I love. Some much more than others. This is just an extremely small sampling of my incredibly long love list.


1. Cats can be cute but I'm a dog person. I love puppies!



2. I wouldn't call myself a people person. I lack some very vital social skills so I love it when I am actually able to make a new friend.



3. I love it when guys shoot streams of warm jizz all over me. But I love to swallow more.



4. I met this guy over a year ago. He's hilarious, naughty, and down right sexy. He made time to show Marcus and I a wonderful time in his Windy City. I love him for that.



5. I love gay erotic art. Especially pieces that illustrate rougher, dirtier sex scenes. It never ceases to arouse my creative side.

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The Sluttier Mason Wyler

Every morning, without fail, I wake up with a raging hard on. Usually I get on all fours and jerk myself off while I suck off whoever is in bed next to me, most of the time thats Marcus. As soon as the cock I'm sucking on releases a load of cum down my throat, my dick reacts with a release of its own... it's like an instantaneous reaction. Generally shooting my wad once in the morning is enough to clear my head, energize me, and get me ready to start my day. Of course there are days when I wake up alone, like today, and I'm left to fend for myself. In those cases, my trusty right hand and my dirty imagination are usually enough to get me off and out of bed. But some days, like today, its just not enough.

I've jerked off five times already and my dick just keeps getting back up. To make matters worse, Marcus isn't just out, he is out of town. He drove up to Dallas to make sure our furniture gets moved out on time. I opted to stay in Houston to unpack most of our belongings. FUCK what a mistake that was.

It's times like these that I really shouldn't be left to my own devices. Granted Marcus and I had a talk just before he left and we both agreed that it would be OK if we slept with other people if one of us was out of town. But I was really hoping that I wouldn't want to. I mean we just got back together and he's still recovering from our incident. I thought something so traumatic would slow down my sex drive, at least for awhile. I feel pretty fucked up for being so cock hungry this soon after getting raped. I just can't seem to help myself, I'm addicted to cock, and that addiction has only gotten stronger. I figure I could spend my years fighting what I really am or embrace it. I'm choosing to embrace it.

Right now theres only one thing standing in my way, my brother. He is in town visiting and will be staying with me for a few days. I have to play tour guide and show him around instead of trying to find big dicked studs to plow my hole until they burst. Which is obviously what I wish I was doing right now.

You can bet that as soon as my brother leaves I am going to go on an all out cock binge until Marcus gets back. I plan on stuffing my face and spreading my hole with the hottest, juiciest man meat Houston has to offer. And its even better that next week I will be on my way to California for an eight day porn shoot. It's just a matter of time now. I know this all makes me sound like a selfish greedy cock slut... but I never said I wasn't.

Should I fight my cock addiction or give in to it?

Feeding Time

This is from a shoot I did awhile back for a very small fetish studio. I had been doing the same type of shoot for almost two years straight and I was on the verge of becoming bored with my job.

So I thought it was about time I tried something new.

I didn't know what to expect.

I never knew piss could taste this good.

After the piss quenched my thirst, I needed dick to feed my hunger.

All that eating made me thirsty all over again and so I drank.

He knew I was a total slut for his cock. And that he could use my hole anyway he wanted to.

After a deep hard dicking his fuck stick was ready to explode and I was hungry for his load.

Huge spurts of cum began to spew out of him.

With my mouth wide open I tried to catch as much of it as I could.

He covered my entire face.

But I wanted more.

So I sucked out all remaining drops of cum and licked his dick clean.

The Guessing Game Part 2

Last time on "The Guessing Game" Brad had just surprised me by getting in the shower with me completely naked, without any invitation and seemingly free of any ulterior motives. I was fed up with beating around the bush and trying to guess what he was wanting from me so I just flat out asked him.

Mason: “What are you doing?”

Brad: “What do you mean?”

Mason: “Why are you in my shower?”

Brad: “Ha. Didn’t your mother teach you to share?”

Mason: “You know what I mean.”

Brad: "Yeah I know, I'm was just joking with you. I thought you might enjoy the company."

Mason: "You just came in here to keep me company?"

Brad: "Well, I also thought you might want this."

At first I didn't know what "this" was but then I looked down and saw that he was stroking his cock. I seriously couldn't believe my eyes. I had been talking to Brad on and off for the past six months and even though I had been lusting after him for quite awhile I never felt like the feeling was mutual. The topic of sex was never discussed between us and every time I tried he would change the subject. Most of the time it was just small talk in between sets at the gym. I didn't even know if he was gay or not, I assumed he was but it was never confirmed until that moment. And this was the first time we had ever officially hung out.

Though I was a bit confused and shocked by how forward he was being, I was much too focused on watching his dick grow bigger in his hands. I hadn't had sex or sucked cock in almost three weeks, which felt more like three years for me, I was starving for some action. Needless to say, the sight of his meat made my mouth water, my already rock hard cock twitch, and my hungry hole open up. Slowly his pole reached full mast and drops of pre-cum started to ooze out.

Brad: "Well are you just going to stare at it or are you going to suck it?"

Mason: "I want to."

Brad: "Then what are you waiting for, get on your knees and do it already."

Mason: "I'm not sure I should."

Brad: "Why the fuck not?"

Mason: "I just ended a very serious relationship and I don't think I'm ready to move on."

Brad: "Man, you're killing my boner. You sucking my dick has nothing to do with you're relationship. I just wanted to get off but whatever, I'll go."

He was right, his cock had gone completely limp and me abstaining from sex wasn't going to change the fact that I was now single. I had been on a cock-free diet for weeks and for what? Because I was sad? That didn't make any sense, how would giving up something that I really love to do make me feel any better? I was about to pass on a free meal from a ridiculously hot stud. What was I doing?! If I was ever going to get back to being myself I had to start now. I knew I had to stop him.

Mason: "Wait!"

Brad: "What?"

As he turned around I dropped down to my knees.

Brad: "So now you want it?"

Mason: "Yes!"

Brad: "What made you change your mind?"

Mason: "You were right. This has nothing to do with anything else. Its just about getting off."

Brad moved back towards me putting his dick right in my face but when I leaned forward to suck it he grasped my hair in one hand and pushed me back. Every time I opened my mouth to let him know that I wanted it in there, he would tease me by sticking it in for a split second before pulling it back out and rubbing it all over my face.

Brad: "You should of taken it when I offered. You're not going to get so easily now."

Mason: "What do I have to do to get it?"

Brad: "You can start by begging for it."

Mason: "Fuck I want it so bad. I'm starving for it. Please Please Please give it to me. I'll do anything!"

Brad: "Good try but I still don't think you deserve it yet. Try harder."

I'm not used to begging for anything... And it felt kind of weird doing it. I mean yes I fantasize about being in this situation so it was a turn on that it was happening to me but at the same time I needed to get off so bad that it was annoying to have to wait. Especially since his dick was right there in front of me. The whole "look but don't touch" rule never sat well with me. After a few more minutes of begging he finally budged a little bit.

Brad: "You say you'd do anything for my dick?"

Mason: "Fuck yes! Anything you name it. Just let me suck on that dick of yours please!"

Brad: "Why don't you put on a little show for me. Lay back and finger your hole for me."

Laying back on a tile floor, with my legs pressed up against my chest, ass up, fingering myself, while water is spraying down on me from every angle isn't exactly the most comfortable of positions but I did say I would do anything and I keep my promises. Besides, seeing him stroke his dick while he watched me made it worth the uncomfortable positioning. Knowing I would get to taste his dick was definitely worth it.

I started out with one finger but then he told me to stuff two in there, then three. He seemed to really enjoy bossing me around and loved it more that I followed his orders. I loved how worked up he got and how dominant he was getting. But I hated how I still didn't have his dick in my mouth. It was like I was a starving baby trapped in a cage with a piece of candy dangling in front of me, just a bit out of reach.

Brad: "Fuck you are hot. You're going to make me cum just from watching you."

Mason: "Wait! You haven't let me suck it yet."

Brad: "But I'm so fucking close dude. You want to suck it then get up and suck this load out of me."

In a flash I was back on my knees, engulfing his thick, pulsating cock. I savored every flavor, from the raw taste of his meat, to the salty taste of the sweat on his nut sack, and down to the sweet sweet taste of the liquid seed that was leaking out of his piss hole. I couldn't get enough. Barely five minutes into it and all of the sudden...

Brad: "FUCK! I'm gonna cum!"

Mason: "MMMMM."

Brad: "Here it comes... Fuck!!! Ahhhh!!!"

Mason: "MMMMM. Gulp, gulp, gulp."

I know some of you think things like this must happen to me all the time, but they don't. Well maybe while I'm out of town for a porn shoot, but that doesn't really count. At a porn shoot I am usually staying at a hotel or a big house with a handful of other gay models so of course things are bound to happen.

But in my everyday Texas life things like this rarely ever happen to me. I don't normally go out to any gay bars, most of the guys I click with online don't live anywhere near me, most of my friends are married heterosexual nerds, and the only venue I frequent where I would cross paths with hot guys in person is the gym. And even then my gaydar is pretty weak so I can never tell who is gay and who isn't while I'm there.

So in reality I was very fortunate and very happy that I had met Brad. Even more so that he had just blown his load down my throat. I was so glad to finally break my dry spell that I decided not to cum. I wanted to stay horny and keep the sexual energy flowing through out my body. Something that I knew would help me have more fun and loosen up once again.

Brad: "Ah. Damn. Fuck that was good."

Mason: "Fuck that tasted good. I want some more!"

Brad: "Haha. Thanks man. "

Mason: "Can I keep sucking on it or does it get too sensitive after you cum?"

Brad: "It gets pretty sensitive. I usually need a few hours in between."

Mason: "Awww OK. Well you can definitely use my throat anytime you need your dick sucked just let me know. I'd love to be your cock slut again"

Brad: "Hot. I will probably call you sometime this week for a repeat then. Maybe next time I'll fuck you. If you're up for it."

Mason: "I'd love that."

The Guessing Game

I could barely catch my breath. I had made the mistake of agreeing to go jogging with Brad, a guy I’ve had a huge crush on ever since I met him a few months ago. My idea of jogging is half a mile in six minutes, Brad’s idea of jogging is two miles in ten minutes. By the time we reached the one mile mark I felt like my heart was about to explode. The only thing that kept me going was the sight of Brad’s body glistening in the sun as sweat trickled down his bare torso.

Brad: “I thought you worked out everyday”

Mason: “I do but I don’t run everyday.”

Brad: “Aren’t you planning on running a marathon in six months?”

Mason: “Yeah and I have six months to train.”

Brad: “Well today is a great day to start. Keep up!”

I wish I had his energy. I’m more of a wake up at 10AM, go to bed at 2AM kind of guy, Brad on the other hand felt it was perfectly within reason to bang on my door at 4:30AM, clearly stating that I had agreed to go jogging with him in the “morning.” Admittedly I did tell him just to come over and wake me up when he wanted to go jogging, but I didn’t think it’d be that early. Note to self, be more specific in the future. Oh well, I finally got to watch the sunrise, something I haven’t done in quite sometime.

After the jog Brad came over to play soul caliber, I honestly just wanted to pass out on the sofa, but we were both drenched in sweat and my urge to get clean over powered my desire to fall asleep. I set a towel out in the guest bathroom for Brad and headed into my own bathroom to unwind in a long refreshing shower.

Mason: “I set a towel out for you in the guest bathroom. Feel free to take a shower. I’m going to do the same myself.”

Brad: “Thanks. I could definitely use a shower.”

A few minutes later…

Knock Knock – My bathroom door opens

Brad: “Hey man do you have shampoo, there wasn’t any in there”

Brad was completely naked. If I hadn’t of been so tired I probably would of gotten an instant erection. All I could muster up for him was a semi but it was enough to give him a hint. A hint that he either totally missed or intentionally ignored. Or so I thought.

Mason: “Oh yeah. Sorry about that, here you can take this bottle in there.”

Brad: “Wow. You’re shower is awesome. You have like six shower heads in here.”

Mason: “Seven. Theres the rain shower above me.”

Brad: “Oh cool! Move over I’m getting in there.”

What the hell… not that I was complaining. I just didn’t know what he was thinking. Did he really just want the ultimate shower experience, like I did when I had seven shower heads installed, or was he teasing me. This boy had the sexiest Double Mint smile that he knew would drive anyone wild, otherwise he wouldn’t of smiled so much plus had the body of an Adonis that could only be sculpted by a life in gymnastics. His manhood was nothing to scoff at either. I mean it was huge! And I’ve seen a lot of cock in my day.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t read him. Every time I looked into his piercing blue eyes trying to decipher his inner most thoughts all I could think was “HOT!” and then I immediately think about Oprah Winfrey naked in an attempt to stop my dick from giving him a full salute.
I know you must be wondering why a kid with my job experience is all worried about what someone else is thinking. But I’m human. I love playing the guessing game just as much as the next person but my arousal caused me to grow impatient, I just had to ask.

Mason: “What are you doing?”

Brad: “What do you mean?”

Mason: “Why are you in my shower?”

Brad: “Ha. Didn’t your mother teach you to share?”

Mason: “You know what I mean.”

Brad: “…. Guess what he said and how this story ends. Seriously write your guess as a comment. I want to know what you think happened.