So this is how I roll…

I got an e-mail a few days ago from the Fleshjack affiliate program. I signed up for their site a few years ago with the intention of selling their products on my blog.

They gave me a $50 bonus to encourage me to sell their products. So hey, I took them up on it.

This is shameless self promotion, but I’m okay with that. Click here to buy a Fleshjack through my site and you get a 15% coupon! You get to have awesome orgasms with your new toy, and I get paid. It’s win-win for everyone.


In the gay community, it seems to be the single most important detail.

I’ll never forget the night a friend introduced me to someone as “a top.” Apparently my name, interests, profession, and all other details were secondary. I was a top, and his friend was a bottom. We were a match made in Heaven, right? Fine. Where’s the nearest chapel so we can get married?

Sarcasm aside, it’s true. We define ourselves by our sexual roles and nothing divides gay men like labels. Watch two tops find out they aren’t compatible. They will turn around and rush away like the Road Runner. Beep, beep!

Versatility is the biggest mystery of all. Is he really just a bottom who hasn’t fully embraced it yet? Is he a top who sometimes get drunk and wants a hot dog in his buns? Or his he truly a free spirit who is willing to go wherever the wind takes him? I once knew a guy who was strictly a bottom with men and (obviously) a top with women. He said he didn’t like ass but he liked taking it in the ass.

Whatever the case may be, I have to believe that everyone prefers something. I once knew a guy that said he goes through cycles, like phases of the moon. He said that during some months, the only thing he wanted was to be a top, and other times, all he could think about was bottoming.

Sexuality, even within the gay community, can be so confusing and complex. It makes me really happy to know I’m in a committed relationship once again, and no longer have to be introduced as “a top” to people. :D



Let’s talk about cleaning your pooper shooter.

There is this anal douche with a glow-in-the-dark tip. That sounds kind of fun and cool at first. Oh, wee! It’s glows! But then if you stop and think about it… Well, it’s kind of confusing.

I’m assuming you douche in the bathroom, preferably while sitting on the toilet. Would any bottoms out there care to confirm or deny this?

Okay, so if you’re dealing with that level of messiness, I’m assuming you’d want as much lighting as possible to make sure there is no splashage. Am I wrong?

Sooo… In what situation would you be relying on the subtle green light of a douche tip to guide the way to your chocolate starfish? It sounds scary and messy, and sends a germophobe like me into seizures.

I’ve been polling friends and having intellectual brainstorming sessions in hopes of discovering a scientific (or even theoretic) reason for such a feature. Nobody has the answer.

Perhaps I should contact the manufacturer directly and schedule an in-depth phone interview to find out exactly why the tip glows. Don’t even think about stealing my idea. It will be a Nathan Exposed Exclusive. It’s already copyrighted. Boo-yah!


Something about sex always makes me crave junk food afterwards. My personal favorite post-nookie food is Tostitos Hint of Lime chips.

That’s the news of the day.


    Show me your fangs
    Tell me something that’ll save me
    I need a man who makes me alright
    Tell me something that’ll change me
    I’m gonna love you with my hands tied
    Show me your teeth

    — Lady Gaga, “Teeth”

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Most of these relate to sex, but I have a list of annoyances about men I’ve had over to my house… I say these all with humor and good nature, by the way.

#1 - Sit down when you take a piss.
I don’t care if you think it’s girly. I hate cleaning my toilet and I always sit down in my bathroom. I don’t like seeing your dried sprinkles on the toilet when I wake up in the morning. My toilet, my rules.

#2 - Wipe your dick.
My mouth, my rules. This refers to #1 above, and again, it’s not that complicated. I keep wet wipes prominently displayed on the toilet. Figure out why.

#3 - Shams are not for sleeping on.
Do you see my head on the pillows and not the shams? Exactly. Mimic the way I’m sleeping. Thank you.

#4 - Use a coaster on the coffee table.
Come on, you’re a gay man. There’s just no excuse for that.

#5 - I don’t care if you don’t like cats.
If I had to choose, things wouldn’t look too good for you.

#6 - Do not pinch my nipples or flick them with your tongue.
I tell every man this, yet inevitably, they do it anyway. Flat palms and flat tongues only. If you can’t do it right, leave them alone, please. They’re very sensitive.

#7 - I think it’s weird that you want me to pull out and cum on your back.
What’s with guys wanting me to pull out, rip the condom off and shoot on their back? It may look hot in porn, but it’s distracting and annoying in reality. If I like your ass enough to reach a climax that way, why would I stop to jack off at the end?

#8 - Ending on a positive note:
If you kiss my neck, I’ll fall in love. If you kiss my thighs, I’ll ask you to marry me. Do what you want with this information.


I’ve learned a lot this year.

I’ve learned that I actually am capable of having sex without love (although I prefer to have them together, because it is much more meaningful).

I’ve learned that I’m really good at flirting with men (and women, apparently–I kissed a girl and I liked it!).

But I’ve also learned that I’m not really interested in one night stands, or random hook-ups. There is too much risk involved. STDs, broken condoms, broken hearts, hurt feelings, etc. I’d say that any pleasure I get from it is so fleeting that I’ve kind of given up sex for awhile.

I’m not saying I’m celibate. I’m just saying that I tried the hook-up thing and while I did have some mind blowing sex, I don’t care to go down that path again any time soon.

So in this journey to understand myself, I’m discovering that I really enjoy the thrill of the chase. I like to meet guys at bars, clubs, social situations, flirt with them, make out with them, feel each other up, dance a little, and that’s it.

I like being confident. I like walking up to a stranger, flashing a big smile at him and saying, “Dance with me.”

Tonight was a perfect example. I started dancing with a guy and a friend of mine got behind him and we sandwiched him in. Then we started french kissing while all three of us were grinding together. After that song, I moved over to a few new friends and did the same thing, but then a fourth person joined in. It was hot and I rubbed my dick against another guy’s and leaned back at an angle that really pushed us tightly together.

All in good fun. I have no intention of sleeping with anyone. It’s just so exciting to have this sexual freedom and know my boundaries. I enjoy testing my self control and seeing how far I can go without doing much of anything.

I still want Mr. Right. I really, really want to be loved and I have so much love to give to someone. But I guess for now, I’ll just enjoy these sexual games.


Goddamn! My pubes grow out so quickly.

That is today’s penis report.


I admit it… As a friend pointed out, my last two posts were kind of dull. I know, I know. It’s hard to top all the intensity of last week.

Well, let’s liven things up and talk about masturbation. I was talking to someone today about weird masturbation stories.

Oh, the trouble a pubescent boy can get into. But it doesn’t stop there. We do some freaky shit well into adulthood. Don’t even try to deny it, guys!

Would anyone like to share one of your own? :)