A surprising massage
As a massage therapist, I’ve learned to take whatever clients I can get, so I answered the last minute call I got. He asked the usual questions, but then seemed particularly interested in making sure his privacy was well covered. Considering that most guys seem to get a thrill out of being exposed, it was a nice change to know that he wasn’t going to be on me.
Despite the fact that he had made his appointment at short notice, he showed up on time. He was taller than me with a confident smile and a cocky grin, whichm-a made me a little emotional, but I remembered his questions on the phone and the feeling passed. I’ve never met a customer I couldn’t stand.
My massage rooms are small but I do very well. There is room for my table and a bench for customers to use when they undress. Each room has a music system and a large selection of lotions and oils so I can tailor the experience to the client’s wishes. A special combination of lights makes the rooms well lit, but still relaxing and intimate. I went out for a few minutes to let him undress and when I came back he was lying face down on the table.
As per my usual routine, I reassured him that we didn’t have to have a conversation unless he chose to and began steadily working his neck and shoulders. He was pretty tense and must have made some kind of sound because he mentioned that he was a little tense lately.
We talked every once in a while, just about simple things, then I told him I needed him to come back. He hesitated and I assured him that I would close my eyes. That seemed to calm him down and he came back and I started working on him again. He started talking about the last girl he dated and how they recently broke up. They hadn’t met for long, but he had thought she was something special. I moved the sheet out of the way a bit and he winced.
– What was that for? I asked him as I began to work his arms.
– Sorry, he chuckled nervously, I’m a little paranoid about being seen by, uh, women lately. Naked, I mean.
His hesitation was kind of cute and I couldn’t imagine what he could have done to drive a girl away. He must have cleared his throat three times before admitting that the girl had said that their sex life wasn’t interesting enough.
– Oh dear, don’t worry about it, some girls are just a little wild when it comes to that. Not all girls will want to do it hanging from a hair, believe me, I assured him.
“Well, it wasn’t quite that,” he said, shifting a little on the bed. The only way he did it was if he stood on top of it. She said, damn, … she said I was much smaller than she was used to, that was the only way she could feel anything.
We heard a lot from customers, but this was something new. Most guys, on or off the table, like to brag about how huge they are or how well they satisfy their women. I couldn’t help but be intrigued as, like many men, she was beginning to make a tent out of the sheet.
– Oh, come on now, you can’t be that small. Even I can see that tent you’re making there under the sheets, I tried to lighten the mood a bit as he seemed a bit upset by his confession.
He shrugged:
– All I know is what she said. I’ve never had another woman complain, but maybe that’s why none of the relationships worked.
-You don’t know, we women can be fickle, you know.
I worked his leg, trying to ease the muscles in one of his thighs. When my fingers reached his thigh, he tensed and flinched again. A little irritated by what I was sure was his silly masculine insecurity, I decided to take the bull by the horns.
– Ok honey, just to relax for me, I’m going to turn this sheet over and give you an honest opinion, ok?
He lifted his head to look at me, probably thinking I was joking. He didn’t say a word, he just laid his head back and lay there quietly, which I took as a yes. I reached for the sheet, only then seeing the darker stain of semen that had dripped onto it. I put it back slowly, not sure if she would let me do it or if she would jump off the table. I thought the sheet tent was a hint of what I would find, but to my shock, the little sheet tent said it all.
– Oh, I can’t believe it, it escaped me, immediately regretting it. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I was just surprised, that’s all.
He sighed deeply, obviously not totally surprised by my reaction.
I couldn’t help but move a little closer, as if that would change what I was seeing. Standing proudly in the nest of red hair was the smallest penis I had ever seen. While he was obviously rock hard and glistening with his oozing semen, to say he was three inches would have been generous.
– So? he asked softly.
– Well, it’s, um, smaller…
I wiped my hands on my jeans, biting my lip and searching for something diplomatic to say. I rested my hands on his hip, contemplating the situation. When I saw my hand reach out to touch him, I think I was as shocked as he was. As my hand curled around him, covering his entire cock and I almost jumped back in surprise when his hand grabbed my arm, his hips bucked and suddenly a thick stream of cum shot out of him and over my hand.
– Oh shit!
I jumped back, holding my hand over him, watching his cum drip down my hand and onto his thigh.
– Oh shit, oh shit, I’m so sorry. It was an accident, I swear. Oh shit, he stood up and almost jumped off the table, kicking the sheet on the other side in his haste.
He practically ran around the table with his hands in front of his tiny cock, then hid behind it, constantly apologizing for what had happened. I couldn’t help but giggle at him standing there blankly trying to hide something so small behind the table.
– It’s okay, honey. It’s a first for me too, but that’s okay.
I turned around and used the small sink to clean my hands.
– Come here, you can’t leave like this, I motioned for him to come to me.
– Not! I… um… no, it’s fine. I’m going to get dressed and go, he stammered.
Reaching out, I circled the table and took his arm, firmly but gently leading him around the table and to the vanity. He stood there, moving one leg at a time, nervously. I reached into the closet, grabbing a washcloth and soaking it in warm water.
– Come on, crouching down, I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I felt responsible.
I should have known that with a penis like that, he wouldn’t be able to handle much emotion. I tried to be as professional as possible while cleaning him, but I could tell that despite him ejaculating on me, he was still very turned on and trying not to react to my touch.
– You know, it’s not that bad. I’m not going to lie and say it’s huge, honey, but it’s…cute…in its own way. And damn, you’re a nice guy, I tried to console him.
After cleaning him up, I tossed the washcloth in the sink and reached into the closet for a towel, which he quickly wrapped around himself. I got up and decided to walk to the door, telling her to get dressed and come out whenever she was ready.
As I was walking to the front desk, my nurse saw me coming and met me at the counter. He asked me how my new client was and I relented. I was sobbing and before I knew it, I was telling him what happened. She stood there wide-eyed in disbelief and then accused me of making fun of her.
– Would I joke about that? I’m telling you, he said she only felt something if she was standing on top of it, so I thought I’d relax him by taking a look, telling him it was huge and that would be it. Then I pull the sheet off him and he’s not even a finger’s size! And besides, he lets loose all over the place after I barely touch him.
After going through it again, I realized he finally believed me.
– You must be joking. He can’t be that small, he’s a normal size guy. I saw him come in, she declared.
– Trust me, I clenched my fist, this covered it completely and there was still room.
Thank God I heard the door creak or he would have walked out in the middle of our conversation. As it was, we barely had time to straighten up and stop giggling before he came at us. My assistant couldn’t stop grinning so I told her to go check on another customer so she wouldn’t be embarrassed.
I tried to knock off some of what I originally charged him because the whole meeting was less than an hour, but when I mentioned it, he turned bright red and looked horrified. I immediately backed off and took his money and gave him the rest. I tried to return the tip, telling him it was too much, but he flat out refused to take it and apologized again. I told him I’d take it if he stopped apologizing and smiled sheepishly before pocketing his wallet and walking out the door.
Thank goodness I listened to that security expert and connected all the cameras for picture and sound.
My girlfriends will never believe this!
