It reached only the halfway point before abruptly reversing, plunging viciously back in to the hilt. Her back arched in unconscious reflex, body spilt...between the instinct to flinch in surprise and the desire for more. A spike of searing ice pricked her nipples, only to be soothed away almost as it happened by the ghostly touch of a warm hand. A hand which then faded in turn. She gasped, then moaned, then murmured incoherently as the clit pump fired for nearly a minute. As the pump released. Desiree finished off her beer and signaled to the bar tender to bring another. She turned her back on the bar and scanned the crowd for her brother. She finally spotted him in a corner booth huddled up with the leggy woman. Maybe he wouldn’t need that blowup doll after all, she thought with a smile. ‘Thankin bout me, sweet thang?’ his southern drawl was intoxicating. This guy doesn’t quit Desiree thought, but the more he talked to her, the more she wanted to hear his voice. The sound felt like. He likes to see such men, healthy men, ejaculating anywhere between a few times a week to a few times a day. Gay and bi men like himself are on the upper end he said. He examined my cock and balls, had me get erect so he could squeeze and measure. He recommended I ejaculate at least once a day, for a month, then revisit him." He paused. "He wrote me a confidential prescription for it right here, want to see?" Masturbate to ejaculation once a day or more as needed." It read. "Wow!" I muttered. I was especially looking forward to the upcoming party that year, it had been four years since I had seen John last. His parents had divorced and his mom moved him half way across the state, we kept in touch by phone and email but it wasn't the same; we had grown apart. He was 20, in college and working full time and I started to dabble a bit in the modeling field, so there really wasn't much time to talk or visit with each other. Thats why I was more than happy to take some time off and make.