It’s hard, even years later, not to just keep looking up at the sky asking, “WHY, Mason? Why did you have to go away?”
It’s been two years since Mason Wyler left gay porn. It’s been three years since MasonWyler.com was declared officially dead. It’s been a full four years since he came out as HIV-positive in a blog post titled “Owning My House In Vermont” full disclosure: I’ve used ‘House in Vermont’ as a euphemism ever since and then was “transitioned” to only solo work at Next Door Studios. It’s been six years since Mason Wyler was raped and told the world about it in intense detail on his blog.
It’s been about a month since Mason Wyler decided to disappear from Twitter and just give this guy, Brenner Bolton, all 44,000 of his Twitter followers. All this after he gave us such Twitter gems as “My hole would rather be sorry than safe,” and “If I don’t get gang-fucked soon, my hole is going to commit suicide.”
Mason is/was both an incredibly hot slut, and an unapologetic, beautiful, cum-hungry one, and I miss him more than I miss Robin Williams. There. I said it.
And! It’s not like being HIV positive matters anymore! Everyone’s on PrEP!
And as we’ve done before at The Sword, in mourning and in fond remembrance, I just want to take a little pre-Labor Day holiday moment to remember the glory of Mason Wyler, jerking off and getting plowed in the sun.
Come back to me, Mason, you gorgeous, Ryan Gosling-looking, big-dicked bottom whore. (Sidebar: Also as said before, he needs to un-retire and save gay porn. Brent Corrigan’s done it. Come on.)