Recreating My World in Seven Days: Day 1

I want to change a few things and I am starting with my Adam4Adam profile. Would you kindly read my reworded profile text below and tell me what you think?

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Better Late Than Never

Remember when I said I didn't have a facebook page? Well that is no longer true...


The fake Mason Wylers on facebook have been fooling people for far too long so I finally decided it was time for me to create my own page. Be kind and "Like" me on there.

Winter's End

Hello Stranger,

As seasons change, so do I. Spring time is upon us and it's about time I kick this blogging thing into high gear. Like they say, "Third time's the charm." Please check back every day, multiple times a day, and witness the awakening (for better or worse) of Wyler Nation. Regardless of whether you think I'm stupid or witty, disgusting or arousing, boring or entertaining, just you wait... I've got a lot more to show you starting March 1st, 2011. Set your expectations low... real low.

Sincerely,
Mason Wyler

What did I just sign up for?

I gave in and got on twitter so if you'd like to,
I can't promise it'll be anything exciting but you never know.

My Life Over the Past Three Months in List Form

1. I lost my job.
2. I found a new job.
3. I attended my first gay orgy and I didn't have fun.
4. I attended my first gay pride and I had a blast.
5. I let my body get out of shape.
6. I got my body in-shape.
7. I injured my back while trying to impress a hottie at my gym.
8. I solicited a hot homosexual chiropractor to fix my back.
9. I had a falling out with my housemate.
10. I had a rekindling with the love of my life.
    

Major Blockage

This isn't working. I told myself I need to blog at least once a day but clearly that isn't happening. I've been sitting on my computer for three hours now, trying desperately to put a post together. I write about three sentences, I get stuck, and then I delete it all. I know that I have things to write about. My life actually has been a lot more active this winter, I have more friends now, I've been having more sex lately, I've been traveling quite frequently, but I just can't seem to organize my thoughts. I'm going to go masturbate and try this again in the morning.

Lazarus

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.

Heartless

Five years ago I was simple. Simple career goals: Join the Peace Corps 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 everything seems so complicated and 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, a handful of insults, and a ton of heart ache for us to finally accept our defeat but the war is over. The smoke has cleared. There is no victory. 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.

The War of Northern Aggression

The battle rages on in Wyler Nation.

Currently this land is embroiled in a bloody civil war. The fighting begins a few months back when the prudish populated North voted to abolish slavery, a long-running institution in which the libertine South heavily relies upon to feed its carnal appetite.

The South argues that without slaves, there would be no one around with big enough tools, capable of plowing deep into Wyler Nation's fields to plant buckets of seeds and harvest vast amounts of a precious white crop that half of the country thrives on.

Once a pro-slave territory itself, The North now decries slavery, claiming that it is destroying the heartland of this once great nation and demands that the North be the only entity fulfilling the needs of the South. But the North does not possess equipment large enough to properly hoe the farmland down South. Revelation of this fact enrages the North, leading to a Northern preemptive blockade on one of the South's world wide portals rendering said portal inaccessible to tourists for a short period of time.

The South tries to implement the use of manually operated rubber tools that mimicked those of slave-held tools in an attempt to appease the North. But the rubber tools alone can not do the work that legions of slaves have done, they can not plow as good as a slave plows, they can not plant seed like a slave can plant seed... In fact, rubber tools can not plant seed at all and therefore could never produce the precious white crop the South craves. Thus rubber tools are not the answer.

There appears to be very little hope for a resolution, secession increasingly seems to be the only solution.

It Wasn't Me

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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

Wyler Nation Vacation Sweepstakes: Update

Some of you may recall that I am holding a contest where the winner will receive an all expenses paid vacation with the Wyler family along with other great prizes. I just wanted to give everyone an update on the progress of the competition thus far.

I have narrowed down the playing field to just 10 guys. Out of those guys, 9 of them have been interviewed by Marcus and 1 still needs to be interviewed. The voting round will commence once all the interviews are completed and Marcus has chosen 6 semi-finalist out of the 10 interviewees. YOU will get to vote and the contestant that gets the most votes wins!

Stay Tuned...

Terrorist Attack on Wyler Nation

Some of you may have been wondering where I've been these past few weeks. I know it felt like I abandoned you for awhile and it's pretty much true, but I swear, I only did it out of necessity.

You see there are these terrorists that have been terrorizing the citizens of Wyler Nation. It isn't safe for our boy-sluts to fuck with their doors open anymore, it isn't safe for sex tourists to cross into our borders anymore, and even love making late at night in the comfort of a bed isn't safe anymore...

With our country at full capacity tourists don't seem interested in taking a Wyler Nation Vacation, even if it's only for just one night and I don't blame them. I mean, Who would seriously want to visit a country over-run with terrorists? One of these terrorists comes in the form of a baby, but don't be fooled, it's just a disguise. This "infant" terrorist has some sort of sensitive biological radar device that goes off any time sexual activity is commencing and immediately releases an ear-drum shattering (and hard-on killing) cry that can be heard all across the country.

Some of their tactics for terrorism are less physically abrasive but just as torturous and unbearable. The adult terrorists routinely interrupt Wyler Nation "alone time" by incessant knocking on bedroom doors with notifications that dinner, lunch, breakfast, brunch, Chicken Adobo, food, whatever, is ready.

I tried to get rid of them but the First Boy insisted that they are family (a family of terrorists) and that we should offer them amnesty!? He must be crazy but trying to talk sense into him about the subject matter is useless.

The never ending demands to eat (anything and everything except what I actually want to be feasting on) are annoying, the crying monster makes me think of babies in a blender, but the worst offense of all is that they've cut off Wyler Nation's ability to obtain fresh loads of protein from a wide range of anonymous sources... Something the President and the First Boy have become addicted to. Wyler Nation is being forced into a cock famine and if I spend too much time in my country, I will starve to death.
So lately I've been visiting places where I can freely feed my hunger like: Back alleys, sex parties, gloryholes, cruising bar bathrooms, public park restrooms, truck stops, and bath houses... I ultimately go home but I'm usually so tired and jet-lagged from all the "travel" that I forget to update you, my readers. I apologize for that and I will try harder from now on to keep y'all in the loop. In the meantime... Can somebody PLEASE stop these villainous cock-blocking people!? I WANT MY HOME BACK!

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Full House

By MARCUS WYLER

Four months ago my sister-in-law made the decision to quit her job as a graveyard-shift pharmacy manager in exchange for a better schedule working as a bank teller. To her, taking a monthly pay cut of almost $2,000 was worth it... if it meant she had more time to take care of her newborn daughter. At the time, she could afford it, my brother was the main bread winner in their marriage, bringing home $85,000 annually. He worked for a mid-size software company as a computer programmer, a job he had held for almost a decade. Three months ago my brother was laid off due to downsizing. So far, he hasn't had any luck in finding a replacement.

Last month my father, who worked as a furniture salesman for the same company for over 15 years, was laid off. Two days ago my mother was laid off. They are both 55 years old with college degrees that don't hold much value in the United States. I don't know how lucky they will be in finding new jobs with comparable salaries to the ones they had before.

Both my parents and my brother also made some crucial financial mistakes, mistakes that I was able to learn from like... racking up mountains of credit card debt, buying a house they couldn't afford, and getting suckered into some pretty bad car deals.

The string of bad news made me realize that for once in my life my family desperately needed my help. Both of my parents have sacrificed more than I could ever imagine just to ensure that I could have what they did not. For starters, an American citizenship, an American education, and more high-paying job opportunities... It struck me that after everything they have done for me, it was now my turn to give back, to do what I could to ease their troubles instead of it always being the other way around.

Although I personally don't have a six figure income, I am financially stable and perfectly able to give them a helping hand. I knew my brother couldn't afford to stay in his apartment and I knew my parents couldn't afford to keep up with their mortgage payments. After a bit of discussion, I convinced Mason to let my entire immediate family move in with us. Why have a 4 bedroom house if you never intend to use all the rooms, right?

Sure, we can't run around naked or have wild sex parties like we use to but they won't be living in our house forever (HOPEFULLY). I'll admit, it's a less than desirable situation, even if it's not permanent. The baby is always crying, my brother is always watching Fox News, and my mom is always barging in on Mason and I at the most inopportune times... But they're family and I am extremely grateful that I am at a stage in my life where I can afford to help them out. I'm even more grateful that I'm with a man who understands. In the mean time my parents will try to rent out their own home to generate some income while they all search for new jobs.

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This is NOT a Free Country

I created this nation, I set the rules. Let it be known far and wide that this is not a free country. This is an autocracy. There is only one law here and that law will be strictly enforced:

If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all.

That's right, I'm taking away your freedom of speech. No longer will voices of dissent be heard. No more insults bashing my overly large but fragile ego. No more accusations of lies or conspiracy. No more doltish comments left by simpletons who fail to comprehend my writing. From this moment on, these borders are only open to my friends and fans. All cretins are now and forever indiscriminately banned.

It is important to remember that I created this place for lovers not haters. I intend to keep it that way. And don't you ever forget, this is not a free nation, this is WYLER Nation.

A No Sex Update

I've made it through an entire week without sex. Thats seven whole days without blowing my load, without sucking dick, and without getting fucked. Some days were pretty difficult for me, the days when swallowing a load was all I could think about. Other days were a breeze, sex never even crossed my mind. I never believed that I'd make it through three days let alone seven. I was sure by the fourth day I'd be on my back, legs in the air, with a dick planted deep in my hole while another one fucked my face. I thought I'd get so stuffed with cock that I'd be drowning in cum. I thought every day I didn't get filled was going to be pure agony. But overall it hasn't been as difficult as I thought it would be. Probably due to the fact that I've been immersing myself in a world of video games and running.

The cold weather has really helped me focus on the running. Cold weather means no shirtless men at the park, no shirtless men at the park means I don't get sidetracked as easily when I run. I'm free to train without the fear that I might pop a boner two miles down the track.
When I'm not training or working out, I'm playing video games. Which has been a perfect distraction for me during my recess from sex. I mean who can think about sucking dick when the Super Mutants and Enclave soldiers are attacking? I surely can't.

The beginning of the day is always the hardest part for me. I still wake up every morning horny as hell, my dick fully erect, and since yesterday, oozing a stream of pre-cum. I guess holding my jizz in for a week can cause an overflow. I have found myself stroking my cock and fingering my hole in bed or in the shower a few times. But somehow I've managed to get through the week without any major slip ups.

Writing about Harley yesterday was especially tough for me. Just thinking about the guy gets me all hot and bothered. But I was asked to name other porn models I would love to work with and I am determined to answer most, if not all of the questions y'all have sent in. Even if the answers to those questions might get my mind thinking thoughts that I probably shouldn't be thinking if I want to reach my goal of two weeks without sex. I know I still have more questions to answer, I will get to them, just be patient and check back often.

I'm not sure how much longer I will last with this no sex business. Not only because I'm starving for cock (I swear I've lost like seven cum pounds since the start of this no-dick diet) but
I've also been having to change my underwear upwards of three times a day. Sometimes the pre-cumming has gotten so bad that it seeps through my shorts. I'm not saying this to try and turn anyone on. It's just simply ridiculous to go through that many pairs of underwear in one day. What do you think I should do?

Leave a sexual comment if you think I should start having sex again.

Leave a non-sexual message if I should wait till the two weeks is up.

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I've Got Time

It's been almost 48 hours since the last time I blew my load, 60 hours since the last time I sucked a cock, and nearly 72 hours since I got my hole stuffed. Needless to say I'm going insane. I almost slipped this morning too.

Like I've said before, I usually start my day with sucking my boy's dick, swallowing his hot cum load, all while jerking myself off. I probably would of done just that today but when I turned over to try and grope him, I opened my eyes to find that he wasn't there. A note by the bed read: "Out running errands and don't forget, no sex or fapping for two weeks!" I totally forgot. I sat there for a minute and contemplated calling an end to my self inflicted punishment but then curiosity got the best of me once again. I really do want to know how long I can last without any sexual activity. And on top of that, I want to see if I become even more insatiable when I finally give in to my hunger. So instead of masturbating, I went for a run.

I've been slacking quite a bit lately with my marathon training and I figured all my pent up sexual energy would help me kick my running up a notch. And in return, the running would keep my mind off of sex. I was greatly mistaken. The trail was a veritable mine field of temptation. With each shirtless muscle god or fresh faced boy I passed, a new fantasy would fill my head. Within seconds blood would rush south to my nether regions engorging my boy parts, making it impossible to run. I had to leave.

When I got home I decided to take one of the commenter's advice and watch a Disney movie. Something G rated, surely that would get my mind off of cock. Wrong again. The only Disney movie I currently own is Enchanted. The entire time I watched it I kept thinking how hot it would be if Patrick Dempsey and James Marsden tag-teamed me.

Maybe it has to get worse before it gets better but as it is right now these are the thoughts that are constantly going through my head, "I need: Pumped Muscles. Dominant Tops. Big Pecs. Throbbing Cocks. Rough Fuckings. Huge Loads. In my face. In my mouth. In my hole."


My dick has been fully erect and leaking pre-cum for hours. It's seriously beginning to hurt! And my hole has gotten so hungry that every so often it voluntarily opens up like a mouth that's waiting to be fed. Writing seems to be the only way I can render my hands, mouth, dick, and ass inaccessible to myself and others during this period of celibacy.

In an attempt to keep myself busy with writing I've decided to take your questions. I can't answer every question I get but I will try my best. If there is anything you would like to ask me, anything at all, then please feel free to email your questions to WYLER_NATION@YAHOO.COM or simply post your question as a comment on here.

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Oh, The Excitement!

In the past year:

• I became a first time home buyer and moved into Downtown Dallas
  
• I made my first and last live club appearance
  
• I lost the love of my life
  
• I won the love of my life back
• I began training for a marathon
  
• I spoke to my fans on the phone, non-stop, for 7 days straight and even made some new friends out of it (Shannon, Gary, Rene, Mark, HOT ZACK, & ADORABLE BRANDON)
  
• I was sexually assaulted in my own home
  
• I sold that home and moved out
  
• I became a full-time Houstonian
• I jerked off 12 times in 6 hours, that's a personal record for me
  
• I was cast in nearly 35 scenes in less than 12 months bringing my career total close to 100 scenes in just over 3 years

2008 has been an exhausting year for me and I think its high time I go on a vacation. Nothing too extreme, just a few days for a little fun and relaxation with Marcus... and possibly a third person (more on him later).

My schedule is still pretty full (Which I am very grateful for) so I only have from December 15th to a few days past New Years to go. We're not entirely sure on where to go yet but we have narrowed it down to three places:

1. New Orleans
2. Las Vegas
3. Washington D.C.

Help us decide on where to go! Leave a comment with your suggestion.

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Become a Citizen: Writers

I wish I could constantly write on this thing but I simply don't have enough exciting material to use for around the clock postings. Despite my career of choice, my life is pretty mundane. So I have decided that I need a handful of creative and well spoken bloggers to join the Wyler Nation team. I'm looking for people who have a way with words and who love to share their thoughts with the public. I want writers of various mindsets, whether it be liberal, conservative, naughty, innocent, bitchy, or sweet, all are welcome. Write stories about your opinion of the latest news story, lessons you've learned, reviews of products you've used, fantasies you've imagined, interviews you've conducted, or anything else that your heart desires. I currently get anywhere from 5,000 to 10,000 hits a day and I have only been tracking my traffic for the past 14 days. I know with more Wyler Nation authors and more frequent posts we can build up the readership. So if you have any interest in becoming a citizen writer for Wyler Nation then please email a sample story to WN_Writers@yahoo.com