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.

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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Five years ago I was simple. Simple career goals. Join the Peace Corp 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 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 and heart ache for us to finally accept our defeat but the war is finally over. The smoke has cleared. 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.

A FEW THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW BEFORE WE COPULATE: PART FOUR

I like a men who have standards. The standard of fucking boys they barely know as long as there’s a mutual physical attraction. You don’t like to put out on the first date? Not into hook-ups or one night stands? Then move along. I’m not going to wine and dine you(unless your cock is the main course and your cum is the dessert). There won’t be a next time unless the first time ended with hole-pounding explosions. We don’t need to play twenty questions. I don’t need to know what you do for a living and you don’t need to know where I went to school. We don’t even need to exchange names. Just call me slut and I’ll call you Sir and we’ll call it Heaven. Why waste time getting to know each other when the only thing I care to know about you is what you look like naked and how good you are at plowing ass. I don’t jump through hoops just to get laid and if you want my hole then you won’t have to either(that is as long as you’re hot). The most difficult thing about getting your dick should be unbuttoning your pants. I’m not patient and I definitely don’t like to take ANYTHING slowly. Give it to me hard, give it to me raw, and most importantly, give it to me NOW. You want to play hard to get? Then play with someone else.

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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 walked across the Brooklyn Bridge.

I visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art.


I meandered in 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.

Almost 30 years ago Bette Midler sang, “Friends“, to a crowd of scantily clad, horny Manhattan gay boys. And today I say to you, she was right, you’ve got to have friends. Life gets awfully lonely without them. That’s the way I feel anyway. I have work friends, but they all live in California and New York. I have old friends but they all live in Dallas and Fort Worth. I, however, live in Houston now and in Houston I seemingly have none.

The fact that I didn’t have any friends became painfully obvious on New Years Eve, when both Marcus and I let 2008 come and go without even noticing it, both of us sound asleep while other, more popular couples, were out partying the night away, surrounded by their bestest of friends. That week I realized I needed to be more social.

I first met Aiden back in January. I’m in porn, he’s in porn. I play video games, he plays video games. I’m a bottom, he’s a bottom. I have a boyfriend, he has a boyfriend. AND we both live in Houston. It was inevitable that we would eventually meet. Turns out, we make pretty good friends and there’s absolutely no sexual tension between us… unless you throw a double -sided dildo into the equation.

I’m very glad to have Aiden as a friend but one friend is definitely NOT enough. Especially for an insatiable friend-whore like myself. I think its particularly sad that I have over 25,000 “friends” on myspace but only one real life friend in my home town. I want friendS, not a friend, not myspace friends, not online friends, but actual, in the flesh, I’ll hang out with you often, make fun of you when you’re drunk, and I won’t try to get in your pants, FRIENDS. I mean I have met a few people here and there, made a few acquaintances but no one else has really stuck yet.*

So in an attempt to kick my friend making initiative into high gear, I would like to address the gay boys of Houston, TX:

Gay Boys of Houston Texas, If you see me and/or Marcus at a bar, in a park, at a mall, in the bathroom, or anywhere else that we may be, feel free to say hello and strike up a friendly conversation.
BE MY FRIEND!

Can you smell the desperation?

*This statement does not include a person that I will write about at a later date

Dear Someone,

I know that I haven’t posted anything for quite sometime now. I’ve been recovering from something for the past two weeks. I am going somewhere this weekend. I will fill y’all in on details once I return.

Sincerely,
Mason Wyler

His name is “Aiden”. He lives in Houston. He suffers from high-self esteem. And he is one of the two people I call a friend in the Bayou City. Aiden is gay. A gay whorey bottom (we have that in common, among other things…). And today is his gay whorey bottom bitch birthday. Can you guess how old he is turning? 14? 16? I swear he’s legal… in some countries.

Our friendship sprouted on the pretense that I would help take him from a twink whore to a bona fide muscle slut thus enabling him to spread his ass-cheeks on such classy and tasteful sites like MasonWyler.com and HoleandaHeartBeat.com. As he is right now, skin and bones, the only work he could get would be for various twink sites/concentration camps. Sure, concentration camps are fun but he wants more than that.

He wants to become a well-known porn model, one that demands a high-scene rate and everyone’s cock-stroking attention. He needs muscle to achieve that. He needs to look more like a corn fed Texas boy not an Auschwitz/BoyCrush Survivor. I was suppose to help him gain that muscle and put some meat on his bones…but it seems like I’m better at simply showing him how to be a better dick-worshipping slut. What can I say, it just comes naturally to me. Marcus is the better gym drill Sergeant anyway. I have no doubt in my mind that one day Aiden the twink will become Aiden the stud. It’ll just take some time… and alot of HARD work. Like seriously hard work. Maybe even some plastic surgery. Okay, that was lie, he’ll need a ton of plastic surgery. But he’ll eventually get there.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIDEN. YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU!
Like a Brother… A Little Brother.

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A FEW THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW BEFORE WE COPULATE: PART THREE

I am NOT discreet. I don’t care if you’re a policeman, army captain, construction worker, celebrity, politician, preacher, partnered, or married. If you lay pipe in my tunnel of fudge then chances are that your mom, your sister, your brother, your boyfriend, your girlfriend, your son, your daughter, your priest, or your boss will know about it the next day. Not really, but you get my point, discretion is not something that I practice nor value. Look at it this way, if you’re good in bed/have a big dick then I’m going to highly recommend you to my peers and readers, but if you’re bad in bed/have a small penis then I’m going to warn them. I welcome you to do the same. Sleep with me at your own risk. I fuck and tell.

A FEW THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW BEFORE WE COPULATE: PART TWO

I am NOT straight acting. I am GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY. That’s Fag Factor Five in case you can’t count. I like other OUT GAY men. You’re a flaming faggot? No problem. May your fire burn bright. I’m like a moth to the light and your gayness turns me on. Don’t get me wrong, I still want a man and I want to be able to tell that your a man without having to take off layers of girly clothing and make up. But just because you cut hair better than you throw a football does not lose you any “fuck me” points in my book. In fact, I prefer it. I get enough unappreciative “straight” dick during a shoot week, outside of work, thanks but no thanks. I am not available for on the down low semen release. I am not going to guide you through your sexual discovery/confusion. And I’m not your stepping stone out of the closet. If you want to fuck then you best be queer and you best be proud. I am GAY 4 GAY.