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As a massage therapist I’ve learned to take any clients I can get, so I jumped at the last minute appointment call I got when my three o’clock cancelled on me. He asked the usual questions, but then also seemed to be specifically interested in making sure he his privates would be well covered. Considering most guys seem to get a thrill out of the chance of being exposed, it was a nice change to know he wasn’t going to be hitting on me.
Despite the short notice, he showed up on time. He was taller than me, with a confident swagger and a cocky grin, which made me a little nervous but I remembered his questions on the phone and the feeling passed. I’ve never come across a client I couldn’t handle.
My massage rooms are small but work well for me. There’s room for my table and a bench for clients 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 lighted vanity and sink combination makes the rooms well lit but still relaxing and intimate. I slipped out for a few minutes to let him undress and when I came back in he was stretched out face down on the table.
Per my usual routine I assured him that we didn’t have to have a conversation unless he chose to and began steadily working on his neck and shoulders. He was quite tense and I must have made some sort of sound because he mentioned he’d been a bit tense lately.
We chatted a bit now and then, just about simple things, and then I told him I needed him to turn over. He hesitated and I assured him that I’d close my eyes. That seemed to appease him and he rolled over for me and I started working on him again. He began talking about the last girl he’d dated and how they’d broken up recently. They hadn’t dated long, but he’d thought she was something special. I moved the sheet back out of the way a bit and he flinched.
“What was that for?” I asked him as I began working his arms.
“Sorry,” he chuckled nervously, “I’m a bit paranoid about being, uh, seen by women these days. Naked I mean.”
His hesitancy was kind of cute and I couldn’t imagine what he could have done to run some girl off. He must have cleared his throat three times before he admitted güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri that the girl had said their sex life wasn’t exciting enough.
“Oh honey, don’t worry about that, some girls are just a bit wild when it comes to that. Not every girl out there is going to want to do it hanging from the rafters, trust me,” I assured him.
“Well, it wasn’t exactly that,” he said, shifting a bit on the bed. “The only way she’d do it was if she got to be on top. She said, well hell, …she said I was so much smaller than what she was used to that that was the only way she got anything out of it.”
Now I’ve heard a lot from clients, but this was a new one. Most guys, on or off the table, like to brag about how huge they are or how well they please their women. I couldn’t help but be intrigued, since like many men, he was beginning to make the sheet into a tent.
“Oh come on now, you can’t be that small. Even I can see that tent you’re making there under the sheet,” I tried lightening the mood a bit since 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 out.”
“There’s no telling, we women can be fickle you know,” I worked his leg, trying to ease the muscles in one of his thighs. As my fingers reached up to his upper thigh, he tensed and flinched again. Slightly irritated at what I was sure was his silly male insecurity, I decided to take the bull by the horns.
“Ok hun, just so you’ll relax for me, I’m gonna flip up this sheet 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, but just put his head back down and lay there quietly, which I took as a yes. I reached for the sheet, only then seeing the darker spot of precum he’d leaked out onto it. I eased it back slowly, not sure if he’d let me do it or leap off the table. I’d thought the sheet-tent was a hint of what I’d find, but to my shock the little sheet tent had said it all.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” I blurted out, immediately regretting it. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I just was surprised, that’s all”
He güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri sighed deeply, obviously not totally surprised by my reaction.
I couldn’t help leaning a bit closer, as if that would change what I was seeing. Standing up proudly in the nest of red hair was the smallest dick I’d ever seen. While it was obviously hard as a rock and glistening with oozing precum, to call it three inches would have been to be generous.
“Well?” he asked quietly.
“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. When my hand curled around him, it covered his entire cock and I nearly jumped back in surprise when his hand grabbed at my arm, his hips lurched and suddenly a thick stream of cum spurted out of him and all over my hand.
“Oh shit!” I jumped back, holding my hand out over him, watching as his cum dripped off my hand and onto his thigh.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck I’m so sorry. It was an accident, I swear. Oh fuck,” he sat up and all but jumped off the table, kicking the sheet off the other side in his haste. He practically ran around the table, his hands cupped in front of his miniscule dick, and then cowered behind it, constantly apologizing for what had happened. I couldn’t help giggling at him, standing there naked, trying to hide something that small behind the table.
“It’s ok hun. It’s a first for me too, but it’s ok.” I turned and used the small sink to clean off my hands. “Come over here, you can’t leave like that,” I motioned him to come over to me.
“No! I…um…no, it’s fine. I’ll dress and go,” he stammered.
Holding out my hand, I went around the table and took his arm, firmly but gently leading him around the table and to the vanity. He stood there, shifting foot to foot, nervously. I reached under the cabinet, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water.
“Here we go,” squatting down, I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I felt responsible. I should have known that with a dick like that, he wouldn’t be able to handle much güvenilir bahis şirketleri excitement. I tried to be as clinical as possible while I cleaned him up, but I could tell that despite his spurting on me, he was still very aroused and trying not to react to my touch.
“You know, it’s not that bad. I won’t lie and say it’s huge, hun, but it’s…cute….in it’s own way. And hell, you’re a nice looking guy,” I tried to console him.
When I had him cleaned up, I tossed the cloth in the sink and reached in the cabinet to get him a towel, which he quickly wrapped around him. I stood up and decided to go for the door, telling him to get dressed and come out whenever he was ready.
As I walked up to the front desk, my assistant saw me coming and met me at the counter. She asked me how my new client was and I lost it. The giggles burst out of me and before I knew it, I was telling her what happened. She stood there in wide-eyed disbelief and then accused me of teasing her
“Would I joke about this?? I’m telling you, he said she only got anything by being on top so I thought I’d relax him by peeking at it, telling him it was huge and that’d be it. Then I pull the sheet back and he’s not even a handful! And to top it off, he cums all over the place after I just barely touch it.”
After going over it again, I could tell she finally believed me.
“You’ve got to be joking. It can’t have been that small, he’s a normal sized guy. I saw him come in, ” she declared.
“Trust me,” I held out my hand in a fist, ” this MORE than covered it!”
Thank god we heard the creaking of the door, or else he’d have come out in the middle of our conversation. As it was, we barely had time to straighten up and stop giggling before he was within earshot. My assistant couldn’t stop grinning, so I told her to go check on another client so he wouldn’t be embarrassed.
I tried to knock some off the original charge, since the whole encounter didn’t last an hour, but when I mentioned that he turned bright red and seemed horrified. I backed off at once and just quietly took his money and gave him back his change. I tried to return the tip, telling him that $30 was too much, but he flatly refused to take it and apologized again. I told him I’d take it, only if he stopped apologizing and he smiled shyly, before pocketing his wallet and heading out the door.
Thank God I listened to that security expert and wired all the rooms for sight and sound.
My girlfriends are never gonna believe this!
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