Wikipedia is a lovely thing when you’re bored, especially when you end up casually researching things like frotting, figging and pegging. Oh my. I was on the prostate, a walnut-shaped endocrine gland for the male reproductive system. I needed more. I turned to the nearest medical expert.
“Mom,” I shouted across the house, “can a man get pleasure from his prostate?” (We run things a bit differently in the Borden household.)
She took a moment to respond. “The prostate does nothing,” she said. “It just gets cancer.” Oh shit.
Fortunately, the prostate is not some crazy cancer-magnet. Well, maybe not until you turn 40 or so. It is an abode of pleasure, your magic button. And it’s in the butt, Bob.