I was 23, at the clinic because of a swollen prostate, and after the rectal exam, this lovely female doctor in her early fifties asked me to get dressed and answer a few questions. They were, "Some men produce a lot more semen than others, and you are one of those men. About how many times a week do you ejaculate? Because it clearly isn't often enough."
I told her honestly that I usually came around three to five times a week.
"Do you have a partner?"
"Yes, I do. But I only get to see her once a week, if that. Those weeks are when it's five, instead of three." (I didn't feel like telling the doctor that my partner was married, and planning on leaving her abusive husband. But until she did, it wasn't easy for her to be with me.)
"Can you masturbate more frequently? Or would your partner be willing to have sex with you more frequently? You need more climaxes."
My partner had earlier noticed what she called "copious amounts," when I came. When I told her about the doctor's "prescription," she giggled and said, "What an awesome responsibility."
She soon did move out of the home she'd shared with the abusive husband, and got her own place. She invited me to sleep over at her place, so for a while, there were plenty of climaxes.