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I am in LOVE  with  MASON  WYLER.

 He is such a sweet, down to earth guy, he’s hot, and he’s a pig for sex, like me!

I read his blog  WYLER  NATION often, and this past week, he posted the amazing story.

He tells the story  of this guy  Zane from ChaosMen, who also went by Todd on CorbinFisher and is now apparently going by the name of Tucker. He was obsessed with him for months. He watched and jerked off to all of his videos religiously. ” 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.”

Come to find out, the model was living just a couple hours from  Mason. By phone, they made a date to meet up in hotel room. ZTT was there with his  “friend”.   Mason  explains,” 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 after all the drugs had been snorted by him, we finally had sex.”

After all the sex and several cum loads later, the guy cries Mason a sob story about having no friends in Dallas and being broke. ” Me being the helpful glutton that I am, decided to take full advantage of the situation. I thought I could lend him a hand since he was willing to lend me his dick. I thought I had found myself the perfect little fuck stud. ZTT was all for it just as long as I put a roof over his head and food in his belly. 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. I believed him and I brought him home to Houston.”

Within days, Mason’s  Nightmare Began!

“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 were 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 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.”

Mason’s story goes on to say how this guy had major rage issues, anger management issues and was a racist. HE HAD TO GO!  He  was “ A crazy, roid-raged, drug-addicted, racist asshole with a serious case of Attention Deficit Disorder and a complete lack of sexual identity. I dropped him off in Dallas the next day.

Over the next few days I received various threats and bogus accusations from ZTT via text message. He called me cold hearted for leaving him in Dallas penniless and alone. Maybe I was. He accused me of “fraudulent activities” and promised to get my website shutdown.  He claimed I stole from him even though he had no money when we met and I paid for everything the entire time we hung out. He even threatened violence if I didn’t send him his money. All of the accusations were entirely unfounded and perplexing but some of the physical threats actually did scare me:

“I will come down there make you regret ever meeting me. You have no idea what I am capable of. I will make your life a living hell. You better watch your back. I know where you live”

But now the messages are mostly suicidal:
“I hate my life. I’m all alone. I have no one.

 I should throw myself off a building.

I wish I could say I cared but I don’t. If you do care, and you know him, then help him.”