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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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. “What a wonderful way to celebrate her life. Now will your worthless piece of shit 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 had fantasized about. In the videos, his body is hot. In person his body is scorching. I am a big chest man and ZTT has the hottest chest ever. He has a very accommodating mouth and a dick that never stops. We kissed. We 69ed. We fucked. I was hooked. Although ZTT was a little druggie, he was also seemingly very nice, stupid, but nice. He was desperate too. Broke. Alone. And in need of help. Me being the selfish glutton that I am decided to take full advantage of the situation. I thought I could help him. I thought I had found myself the perfect little fuck stud. ZTT had all the time in the world and was all for spending it with me as long as I put a roof over his head and food on the table. 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. Foolishly, I believed him and I brought him home to Houston.
Sexually he proved to be a very skilled lover in the bedroom. He was very attentive and had no problem following orders. He was always hard when I wanted it and he always came when I came. 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 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 was 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. An then 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. 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. I dropped him off in Dallas the next day.
Over the next few days I received various threats and bogus accusations from ZTT. He called me cold hearted for leaving him in Dallas penniless and alone. Maybe I was. He accused me “fraudulent activities” and promised to get my website shutdown. That was a joke. He claimed I stole from him. he had no money when we met. I paid for everything the entire time we hung out. And he even threatened violence if I didn’t send him money. All of the accusations were baffling but some of the physical threats actually did scare me.
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 simply 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.”
If you know ZTT and you care about him, then help him…
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.
I live in a house full of sluts and whores.
First, we have Marcus, who moved back in because he didn’t want to live with his family and he couldn’t afford a place of his own, not a nice place anyway. Marcus is the closeted slut. Yes, Marcus and I broke up because I’m the one with a sex addiction and yes, I am a bigger slut than he is. But all that does not negate the fact that Marcus himself is a big ole cock-hungry cum pig. He may seem to be relationship focused but don’t let his bleeding heart dramatics and “I like romantic walks on the beach” spiel fool you. Sure he may ultimately be wanting love but he’ll take whatever it is you have to offer, like a throbbing, cum-spewing hard-on for example.
Then there’s Aiden Ash, who also recently broke up with his boyfriend and who also can’t afford a place of his own. He is a whore. A big one at that. You can call him the charity slut. He isn’t as dirty or daring as I am in terms of the things he is into BUTT he certainly isn’t discerning about who he spread his legs for either. A self-proclaimed size-queen, your penis is what he cares about most. If you have a big dick and you can host, then you have a no holds barred pass into the ass of Aiden Ash. Or you could just buy him dinner. Either way he’ll probably sleep with you. He is all about quantity not quality. Adam4Adam is his crack and ClubHouston is his second home.
Next we have Porter. Porter is more of the attention whore than an actual whore. Whatever the topic of conversation, whether it be AIDS in Africa or Bananas in Pajamas, Porter will always find a way to make the conversation about him. And he talks, alot, about himself. What’s that? Generic Gay-trash boys said something about Porter’s yet to happen porn debut? Porter saved three little girls from a burning building? Porter has two crazy ex-boyfriends that are still madly in love with him? And even when he isn’t talking about himself, he has other ways of grabbing your attention. Like walking around the house naked, setting his ringtone to earsplitting obnoxious, and moaning so fucking loud when he is cumming that it reverberates through the entire house.
And then we have Shepard. Shepard doesn’t officially live here but he is over here quite often. Shepard is the “Call me your boyfriend because it sounds better than slut” slut. Sometimes he cums and sleeps over. Mostly he just cums and goes. But occasionally he’ll sleep over, then cum, and then go. His oversized tool and incredibly talented tongue make Shepard high in demand so he works on a rotating schedule. I had him in May and June. Marcus had him in July and August. And Porter has had him since October. I eagerly await the return of my turn. You can find Shepard trolling the halls of Manhunt and Craigslist late at night. Usually just out of “boredom.” Because manhunt profiles and Craigslist ads make for a really great read. Late at night.
Last but most certainly not least there’s me. I’m pretty sure we are all on the samepage when I say that I, Mason Wyler, am a very very very big slut. And I’m single. I have been single for more than 30 days. I became single because I wanted to sleep around guilt-free but the last time I got dick was October 15th 2009. I don’t get it. I don’t want to go on dates. I don’t want a boyfriend. I don’t want to fall in love. I just want to get laid. Is that really too much to ask for?
P.S. I love my housemates. Those whores. More pictures below…
