My unexplained extremely long one-time erection
Hello all! Numbzinger here. I’m an avid bicycle rider and a numbzinger is what I call it when my seat isn’t adjusted quite right and my junk sort of falls asleep and gets all tingly and buzzy and stuff. Now, on to why I stopped by for a chat.
I’m 58 years old, married, and we don’t get naked with others or anything like that so at this point I’m not that concerned with my dick size. I am however, reaching out to your community for some answers to something that took place in 1999. That’s when I got my first massage. It took place in a proper massage room inside of a chiropractor’s office. I’ve had dozens of massages since then but what happened to me during that first one never repeated itself.
Since this was my first massage I was scared to death of getting an erection. While face down I laid my dick pointing down toward my feet thinking that would help prevent a woodie. After the first half of the massage was completed it was time to turn over. I was half hard and nervous as hell and sure enough after turning over I was pitching a small tent. I don’t think the masseuse minded because the sheet she used was so lightweight that it was most likely nearly see-through from her vantage point. I hadn’t been around the business before so I didn’t know that an erection was par for the course and that it was really no big deal. Not knowing this I tried to think of anything I could to reduce or eliminate the tent I was beginning to push up. What I ultimately began doing was taking short breaths to the point of not breathing. I focused my breath energy on my issue and it went from a small tent to no tent at all. My dick seemed to just lay half hard on my lower abdomen. I thought what I had done had worked until it seemed as though the head of my dick was near my right nipple. How could this be? I just assumed I was wrong and that the sheet was touching me there. Boy was I wrong!
The massage was completed and the masseuse stepped out of the room so I could get dressed. I got up from the table and couldn’t believe my eyes. Wow! All I could think at the moment was, wow! Since I was in my teens I’ve been 7 inches hard. That’s it, never more. Not until this time.
I stood up to see that my erection was nearly double in length to what I was used to seeing. And, it wasn’t drooping. It wasn’t pointing north but it wasn’t drooping. It stuck straight out and was plenty hard. Measurement wise, when I typically gripped my dick barely more than my head would stick out beyond my hand. This time it was two grips with almost half a shaft and the head showing. That’s somewhere near double in length! The funny thing is I could hear the masseuse rummaging through a broom closet that backed up to what was probably a two way mirror. I wish I had called her into the room to demand an explanation for what she did to me. Just kidding. I do wish I had asked her if she had a camera or a plaster kit for future proof of what I had in my hand.
I’m guessing I triggered a nitric oxide flow somehow but I really don’t know for sure. I mentioned this to a urologist and got an “I don’t know” and not much more. I always wanted to re-create the situation but circumstances would have to be just right. I would have to have a masseuse try her best to arouse me while I did my best to prevent an erection. This would go against my grain because I love getting erections during massages and consider it healthy.
So, does anybody have any insight into what might have taken place? Did I stumble on to a new method for increases in erection length?
This is not just some erotic story. It really happened, once.