Confessions Of A Massage Therapist Part Twelve

I have a massage client that's a bit....freaky, is the word I think I'm looking for.
He is a super nice guy but the things he does and then tells me about, makes me shake my head on occasion.

A few weeks ago he cancelled his appointment with me because he was "sick".
Only to find out a week later that he wasn't sick at all, he'd injured himself and was unable to lay on the table.  I guess I should specify, he was unable to lay facedown on the table (and he still is by the way).

The reason being, he broke his penis.

He finally got the courage to tell me what happened but I'll spare you the details. I think broken penis is enough and I'm sure most of you will figure out what happened without me telling you.

Anyway, before he told me, he tried to make me promise not to laugh. I told him that knowing him, that was something I just couldn't do.
He responded by telling me I was mean and that I couldn't laugh and if I did, he'd know.

So he procedes to tell him how this accident occured and I can assure you, I didn't laugh.
Poor man, was all I could think.  Thank goodness he couldn't feel it as he's paralyzed from the waist down.  But still...

He had to have surgery to remove some dead tissue and he had to wear a traction device for a few weeks as well.
Last week, he offered to show me his sad organ.  Apparently everyone he's told this about wants to see it.
But I politely declined.  He said it looked better and wasn't as mangled and sad as it used to be but I still declined.
It was then he says, "Boy, you really don't like penis do you?"
I told him I did, I just don't want to see them all the time.
To which he replied, "You'll be a lesbian in 2 years."

WHAT?!  Just because I don't want to look at your penis and everyone else that tries to show theirs off, I'm suddenly turning gay?!

Now, had he offered to show it to me when it was all mangled?   I probably would've looked.