He’s gay, he’s hot, and his dick looks jawbreakingly THICK. This is Ben and he is the newest addition to SeanCody’s never-ending roster of ridiculously hot men. According to the site, Ben is a bottom that is into muscled Latino boys. I am neither Latino nor a very good top, so I guess I’m out of the running but I can still fantasize.

Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Not only has Porter Wescott been whoring it up on one of my former playgrounds but he has also been whoring it up with some of my former tricks. That little WHORE has the audacity to bring boys that used to fuck me but no longer fuck me anymore, over to MY house for a whorey good time. Plus he has a treasure trove of his own studs lined up around the block.

IT’S NOT FAIR! Why does Porter get to whore around with all the cute Houston boys while I’m left with the Ass Master every night?! What’s so great about Porter?! I’m just as cute as Porter. I’m just as smart as Porter. Boys should totally want me just as much as they want Porter! And when did it become okay for Porter to be a bigger whore than I am?! Huh?! Because that is NOT what I expected when I first created him! I SHOULD TOTALLY JUST DESTROY PORTER WESCOTT!!!

I think I’m cracking… again…

When it comes to the task of finding my next meal, two websites come to mind, Manhunt.net and Adam4Adam.com. I have relied on Manhunt for many years and have always found it useful in times of need, especially when I’m traveling. I have found it most effective in more densely populated areas like New York, Washington D.C., and Chicago but I have noticed that in places like Houston, Manhunt blows. Maybe the boys in Houston are cheap and prefer Adam4Adam over Manhunt since Manhunt charges a membership fee to access most of its features while Adam4Adam is entirely free. With that being said, I have decided to set up the exact same profile on both sites to find out which one can get me the most dick. You can call it a little experiement or contest of sorts. Feel free to check me out on either site and message me, my screen name on both Manhunt and Adam4Adam is Mason_WylerXXX. Which website can deliver the most dick to Mason Wyler’s back door?

Just over a year ago I was a social hermit. I spent most of my nights alone, in a dark little computer room, wasting countless hours online playing World of Warcraft and masturbating. I literally had no local friends to speak of and I honestly didn’t have any interest in making some. I had Marcus, I had my sex-filled sex job, I had my video games, I was content. But then Marcus started going out more and I began to feel like a loser. I figured something had to change. I tried sleeping around more but… that didn’t make me feel any cooler. I tried making heterosexual nerdy gamer friends but none of them were comfortable with my skanky gay job. Marcus suggested that I make some gay friends but I have this problem of seeing gay boys as sex toys not as friendship material. Eventually Marcus just went ahead and handpicked potential new gay friends for the both of us to meet. Marcus always prefaced each boy with, “this is STRICTLY platonic, no sex.” Of course that meant nothing to me and every potential new friend he brought over I ended up blowing… or fucking… Usually that would make Marcus feel uncomfortable afterward and he would automatically discard them but he was determined to make friends. So he swallowed his pride while I swallowed their loads all in the hopes that he could turn some of these boys into legitimate cronies. After the sex was out of the way he would force me to sit down with these boys and hang out with them. To my surprise, most of them have actually turned into some of my closest friends. I have GAY friends now. And they don’t even fuck me anymore. They come over, we hang out, we drink, and we watch movies, but for some reason we don’t have massive orgies, no one gets gang fucked, and no one coats my throat with wads of jizz. It’s strange. What’s the point of having a sausage fest when no one is going to be eating meat?

This is Porter Wescott and he wants you to notice him. LOOK AT HIM. Isn’t he pretty? I met Porter back in August of 2009 just as he was ending a tumultuous two year relationship with a MAC-counter drag queen. When we first hung out all I wanted was his dick. A night or two of fun, maybe three if it was good but nothing more than that. Marcus however had very different intentions for Porter.

Marcus saw a friend in Porter. He was adamant that we refrain from engaging in any sexual activity with him for fear that it would ruin all possibilities of an actual friendship. Personally, I didn’t see why he couldn’t befriend him while I befuckbuddied him but Marcus insisted it would muddy things up so I reluctantly backed off. Whenever Porter came around, Marcus would put my balls in a jar and lock them under the kitchen sink. Basically, he cock-blocked me every time we hung out with him and forced me to talk to him instead of blow him.

Through our little chats, I realized that Porter and I are not the most likely of chums. I mean, besides our sweet tooth for cock and our penchant for attention, we are polar opposites. We don’t have similar tastes in movies, music, or food. We don’t enjoy partaking in any of the same pastimes. And we don’t really have any non-sexual common interests. Our lifestyles are literally stark contrasts of one another yet somehow, despite our differences, we have managed to become friends.

Since meeting him a mere seven months ago, Porter has become my budding porn prodigy, my overbearing house mate, and one of my closest pals. And just between you and me, I did hook up with him. But it was just once, I HAD TO. Can you blame me? If you had that walking around your house half naked all day, you’d want it too. Don’t lie.

Clearly Porter has this ability to put boys under a short-lived fuck spell. I say short-lived because after he’s fucked away some of that sex haze that’s blinding you from seeing his ego-centric “everybody wants me” personality, Pop trash “Miley Cyrus is the next Britney Spears” diet, and over dramatic “it’s so hard to be me” antics, that whole tent-pitching effect of his begins to fade. Well at least it did for me.

I’m totally just kidding about that last paragraph… I’m just jealous that all my tricks always end up in his bedroom and all my former employers are desperate to book him. Porter Wescott is truly one hot hunk of burning desire and an altogether outstanding guy. Sure he can be a cunt at times and yes his ego is out of this world but he is always there when you need him. And that’s what really counts in my book. Plus he still gets my panties wet… or in a twist, depending on his mood.

Want more Porter Wescott? Check out his blog at:

WWW.PORTERPHILIA.COM

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.

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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.

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