As a male growing up in the Internet generation, I’m often exposed to surprising, sometimes startling, information. For example, did you know that some blue whales have veins large enough for an individual to swim through? Regardless, some of this information sticks with me, gnawing at my mind for days, until I finally break down and research it for myself. If this information is of the sexual nature, I’ll explore it for myself, most often ending with a smile and a sigh. However, when I was younger, there was one piece of information that continued to gnaw at me: the male g-spot.

One of the downfalls of being a male in our current society is the taboo of acceptable anal play. Most of my female friends claim that they have no problem discussing their sexual tastes, even those stemming from the “backside boner breaker,” as one female friend calls her anus. Never have I heard a straight male openly say, “Oh, anal play? Sure, all the time. Just last night my girlfriend was pegging me.” Nope, doesn’t happen, which makes it difficult for a naïve male to explore his own g-spot.

It was a warm summer day when I first learned of the male g-spot. I was stumbling my way through the usual Internet flavor-of-the-month forum, then someone brought up the idea of male anal fingering. While I was slightly disgusted at the thought, I was too intrigued not to read more into it. Countless men came forward, most likely due to Internet anonymity, claiming that they have either fingered themselves, fingered other men, or had someone finger them. It was like a car accident of sexual information – no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t look away. But when I finished reading the thread, I reverted back to my normal self, who was far from intrigued in male anal play. “No sir, not for me, that’s gross.”

Summer continued ticking away, yet my mind continued to return back to that anal information, often when doors were locked and lights dimmed. Even my masturbation sessions were invaded with thoughts of a prostate massage. Would it feel good? Would it be weird? Would I need tingling lube, or would normal lube work? What if someone catches me? While these thoughts never truly interrupted my sexual life – I am a red-blooded male, after all – they were quite interesting, simply because they seemed so taboo. I was succumbing to the typical “if it’s bad for you, it must be good” mentality, and I knew I had to do something about it.

Rather than deny myself the pleasure of a new sexual experience, I finally set aside some alone time for anal exploration. My girlfriend was heading out for a night of shopping, so I would have at least an hour. I hadn’t told her about what I was hoping to do while she was gone – call it shame, if you want. Whatever the reason, I felt it necessary to do the exploration alone, after a cold shower, in front of my favorite pornographic film. Time passed, the electronic girl moaned, and I felt myself fall into the mood for some personal affection. Lube in hand, I started stroking and following my usual pattern of masturbation. Then it came to the next step: “the plunge,” as I have come to call it.

There are loads of negative imagery surrounding anal play. “It’s dirty!” scream the prudes. “It’s gross!” yell the haters. But listen to me: ignore all of them. If you want to blow a load more intense than rolling thunder, the male g-spot is how it happens. Lay on your back, lube up your favorite toy or finger, then play around with your anus. As you loosen up your anus muscles, you can move further and further into the anal cavity. The male g-spot is a couple inches inside, and most describe it as a “chestnut-sized bump.” Basically, while you stroke your dick, you massage that chestnut-sized bump. When I did it for the first time, seconds – yes, seconds – that’s all it took for me to explode all over a screen of moaning women. Needless to say, that was not the only time it happened that night.

As a parting word, I’m one of the lucky ones who have a lover interested in stimulating their male’s g-spot. No disgust, no judging of character, only the enjoyment of another sexual activity added to our repertoire. If you have a lover, a fuck-buddy, or a slutty roommate, talk to them about the prospect of exploring your g-spot. Don’t let society’s standards step in the way of your sexual enjoyment.