First new story in a while, this one isn’t as wild as a lot of the others, but kinda fun.

I went in for a massage the other day, my back has been tense. I’ve gone to the same massage therapist for a couple years. She is a small blonde woman, quite attractive.

Here’s how the massages go: she greets me, then leaves the room while I strip down, then I lay under a thin sheet. She comes back in, and then exposes the part of me from under the sheet that she’s working on. First shoulders, then back.

Then, to work on my neck she gets me to flip over.

Now, I’m always careful at this point. I’ve got a larger flaccid penis than most, and a big set of firm balls. The way I’m positioned when I flip over will stay the way I’m positioned for about 20 minutes. There’s no point in the process where it’s appropriate to reach down and adjust, obviously.

Usually I’ll flip over and spread my legs apart a bit so that my package flops down in between. This time, I was so relaxed, and finally so comfortable with her, that it didn’t cross my mind.

Pretty immediately after flipping over I remembered my normal routine and knew I misjudged. My legs were firmly together, pushing my big balls upward, and I could feel my cock flopping overtop of them, pointing to the left. It must have been obscene. The worry, of course, was that she’d assume I was erect. For a moment I thought about adjusting, but obviously touching myself wasn’t going to make the situation any better. So I just relaxed and tried to put it out of my mind.

At one point, through squinted eyes, I thought I saw her staring down south.

When the massage was over, she left the room, and I sat up to inspect. It was as I had suspected, truly obscene. The fabric, generally flat across my body, was raised dramatically around my junk. The white sheet was so thin, you could see my cock head, a vein, even some distinction of colour. I looked ridiculously huge, almost nothing left to the imagination. And she had just been face to face with the thing for 20 minutes. I felt embarrassed.

The worry here is that she might have thought I was erect, but I reminded myself she might not have thought that when there hadn’t been any fluctuation for 20 minutes straight (but is that the type of thing a woman would think of)? I decided I had to just pretend nothing had happened (which, in all actuality, it hadn’t really, my body is my body).

When I went out to the lobby to pay, she wouldn’t meet my gaze. She’s always been shy, but she was acting shyer than normal. She asked how everything had felt, I said good, she said good. She asked if it was better than usual, which to me added to my suspicion that she thought I’d been erect. I said no, good as ever. She said oh. I thanked her again and left.

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When I got home I told my wife about the whole thing, and she savoured every detail. She loves when people find out about my size. She sat behind me and reached around, wrapping both hands around my fat cock. She pumped slowly at first, but quickly gained firmness and speed.

“I bet she wanted to do this, I bet she wanted to feel your big cock,” she whispered to me as I pumped ropes of cum like fireworks in the air, covering her hands and myself.