Part One: I see that there is a discussion category for both Prostate Milking and Prostate Massage. Since the two are so similar in net result, I suppose this difference in description could be considered the Ford and Chevy or Poe-tay-toe/Paw-tah-tow of prostate stimulation terminology.
In retrospect, my only regret with regards to same is that I didnāt figure things out sooner so I could have done this longer. Just before I underwent a radical prostatectomy on Valentineās Day, 2018, I had enjoyed several years of very successful prostate milking. As a matter of fact, the last ejaculation I ever had was a āBlack Plate Specialā and that while locked in chastity (The Curve). This was one of the most intense, toe-curling, knee-buckling, and largest volume ejaculations Iāve ever had in my life, which was great, because little did we know at the time that that was the last one ever! My wife said that if sheād known, she would have had me cum on her boobs and lick it off instead, but such was not to be.
Going back to the beginning of the journey (that I didnāt realize I was on until much later) I can remember several occasions while enjoying some anal eroticism with a fertility object (aka dildo) inserted, contracting muscles in that area resulted in a sort of involuntary ejaculation of fluid. I know now that I had successfully made contact with my prostate. I didnāt know exactly what the deal was until years later, or I would have definitely worked to refine my technique much sooner than I did.
Once while enjoying an intense session with Sherry Taylor (herself) at the renowned Sherema Clinic I noticed a rather unusual vintage looking piece of medical apparatus standing in a corner. As I recall, it had a long flexible drive shaft much like a Foredom flex-shaft grinder. The business-end looked like a clinical insertable maybe 3/4-inches in diameter by 6-inches long. I asked her what that thing was and she told me that it was a vintage prostate massager. I remember she told me it had a heating element in it and did I want to give it a try? I declined.
To this day this is one of those opportunities I regret not taking advantage of because this was one of those once-in-a-lifetime offers, never to be repeated. Iād give anything to learn more about it now. Iām guessing its vintage was sometime in the 1920ās to 1930ās, but I really donāt know. If I can ever perfect my Time Machine (love that 1960 Rod Taylor movie), my first stop would be Sherema for a date with that machine that has never left my imagination. I have said many times, that the most regrets many of us have in our lives are those things we didnāt do. End of Part One