It Wasn't Me

Recently I've been getting alot of emails and messages from guys claiming that they have been talking to me on FaceBook, which is really strange because I don't have a FaceBook account...

Now it's not uncommon for a person to pretend to be someone else online. And it's not surprising that someone would steal another person's name, pictures, and identity and try to pass it off as their own. But what IS surprising is how many of YOU got duped by a dipshit on FaceBook who is pretending to be me. Me, Mason Wyler, a person who lists out all of his online contact information on the inter-web for everyone to see. It wouldn't even take you five minutes to figure out which "Mason Wyler" profiles are fake and which ones are real. Is it really that difficult to use Google and a little common sense?

I mean for those of you who did get fooled, did you even take the time to read the fake profile and the crap this dipshit wrote on there?! The info he has listed, like hobbies and interests, are so unbelievable and yet 2000 of you (including UNZIPPED.NET) believed it. Since when do I play football? Or any sport for that matter? And since when do I talk like a fraternity jock douche-bag?

I don't play sports, I play video games. I don't throw balls, I lick them. I don't say "Bro" or "Dude", I say "Holy Mackerel" and "Jeepers." I DON'T FaceBook, I MYSPACE.

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p.s. My birthday is January 15th NOT May 5th. Thank you to everyone who sent me Happy Birthday Greetings a few months ago but y'all had the WRONG date.

Easily Sleazy

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

I like 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 my 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 NOT figuring out the right buttons of yours to press. 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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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.

Party of None

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 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 closest amigos. 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 that lives in the same city as I do. I want friendS, not just ONE friend. Not myspace friends. Not online friends. Not see you once every now and then friends, but actual, in the flesh, I'll hang out with you alot and often, make fun of you when you're drunk or when you're having a bad hair day, and I won't try to get into 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, at an orgy, on the street corner, 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

I'll Be Back

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 some details once I return.

Sincerely,
Mason Wyler