My 18th Birthday (or a little after)

At A Glance Author gray Contact gray@bme.anon Artist my ex girl, Angel Studio Attractions Inc. Location Little Rock, Ark. - USA

I think I know what made me decide to get my dick pierced. I had just turned 18 about two weeks previous, and for about a month beforehand, I planned on getting my tongue pierced. Then one day, I was talking to a friend about what it was going to be like, and it dawned on me who was going to do it - this chick named Angel. Thoughts begin racing through my head about this woman who I had been noticing since I was fourteen, was married to this GIANT, insane, badass guitar player for a local band, and, at the time, I thought, was completely right down my alley.

Angel was 26, and she had a shaved head - allow me to elaborate on that - I dig chicks with shaved heads. A lot. She had lots of piercings, her arms were sleeved with all sorts of tattoos of everything from fairies tied up and pissing on themselves to symbols from the Necronomicon. She was into s&m, which was apparent from the pictures around her stuidio - again, let me add, chicks who are into s&m rock my world. But moreover, she was pretty damn good looking. I wanted Angel, and had for four years. She didn't have a damn clue who I was, but I knew who she was, and I liked her a lot. So I decided that I wanted her to run a nail through my dick (I think I hate it...yeah, I do.).

Another couple of days go by, and I tell my friends my plans. The responses varied - "Yeah, right...you won't go through with it.", "Are you fucked up or something? You're going to regret it when that shit rots and falls off. You'd better take GOOD care of it.", "Ouch.", and the one that really suprised me, "Bwahahahaha...you just want Angel to touch your dick, don't you? You sick fucker...". Didn't see that one coming.

I decided I would allow three of my good friends to tag along, since they knew her a bit, it wouldn't be as awkward. I called her and made an appointment to do it in two days, and she seemed real ecstatic about the idea, even though she didn't know me. I think she liked the idea of stabbing a guy's cock. Upon getting ready to go to the studio, one of my friends, who is a pornography junkie, begs me to let him videotape it...which I didn't really think was necessary. The begging, that is. Of course I wanted footage of this, I'll never have this woman! She's married, has a kid, is eight years older than myself, and I'm a loser dork, and she's going to pierce the son of a bitch that's making me do this stupid shit in the first place...AND LIKE IT! Let there be evidence!

We arrive at the studio, and my adrenaline was pumping pretty hard. I go inside, and her lovely dark eyes shoot right at me. "So you're Gray?" "*gulp* Yep." "Mmmm hmmmm. You ready?" "Yep." "Cool, let's go." We head to the back, and she pulls out a giant fattie of a joint, hands it to me, and instructs me to fire it up. I had already decided that I wanted to be sober for this occasion...I didn't want anything clouding my head anymore than it already was - I wanted to experience every aspect of this to the utmost. And, also, I figured it'd probably impress her somehow...maybe she'd like the front of self-dicipline. "Nah, that's alright...I want to be stone-cold for this. Concentrate better, y'know?" Lovely dark eyes light up. "Oooohh. Okay then, let's do this." Ka-ching. Score 1 for the loser dork.

She tells me to lay down. I comply. She tells me to whip it out. I hesitate...Jesus God, it's freezing in this room! This is not good. Do it, or you'll look scared, do it or you'll look scared, DO IT, DORK! Flop. Imagine whatever shrinking sound-effect suits your humor. Because this was HUMOROUS. Angel remains unchanged...almost to the extent of being cold. Shit, she could've cracked a grin, at least (my friends sure were, the bastards). She breaks out the forceps, grabs my dick, pulls the skin (I'm assuming you know where, from the catagory...but in all actuality, my piercing is actually on the LORUM, which is just a little below the Frenum.), and squeezes the forceps. One would think discomfort would be a factor at this point, but actually, I have no idea why, but I was quite comfortable, still. I was nervous, yes, but not uncomfortable.

"Okay, now you need to take a deep breath in through your mouth, and exhale through your nose while I'm pushing the needle through." Deep breath in. Look at her eyes again. Jesus FUCK, she looks like a demented psycopath! She did, too. That's when it REALLY dawned on me that she wasn't doing this just for a job, she was impaling a boy's dick. I was young, fragile, and had penile shrinkage. She was older, domineering, and had a sharp object. Fuck, I loved it. "Breathe out." She stabs me. My eyes almost bug from my skull. My friends are all grimmacing, even the porno freak who's filming. Pain is shooting up and down. "Okay, the ring is through, just let me screw the bead in." I swear, I cracked the biggest, shit-eatingest grin ever. I immediately proceed to curse the names of my ex-girlfriends. Whip it back in, sit up...that was nice. Damn nice. We talk for a little while, I tell her I'll keep in touch and tell her how the healing goes.

As far as the piercing goes, the healing wasn't that bad. A little bit more lymph involved than I thought would be, but it actually healed up fairly nicely, and now it's almost been a year, and I still have it, and plan on keeping it for a while. So far, no tragic mishaps with snags like you hear in the horror stories (so far...knock on wood. ...no pun intended there.). And I've been told, from whatever girl I'm filleting at the time, that it actually does improve the sex. Especially in the "doggystyle" position. You've just got to have enough patience to let it heal before you go out doing that. I had to wait two months. It only takes a month to heal to the point of sex, but I'm just a dork loser and didn't get laid for another two months.

Long story short, somewhere down the road (about five or six months later), I end up hooking up with Angel. She left her husband, moved out, we started hanging out more, and one night, while on LSD and watching Bloodsucking Freaks, she tells me I'm too tired to drive home, tells me I should stay the night, and we started kissing. Crazy sex. Crazy, crazy, crazy sex. Chains around the throat, asphyxiation, biting, clawing until bleeding, pulling piercings with teeth, moaning indecipherable jibberesh in tongues, and with a death metal soundtrack on the radio (Soilent Green, to be exact. Few of you may know what I'm talking about.). Good sex. This carried on for a while, and we were both dead serious on a relationship, or I was, and sometimes she said she was. Then she starts acting wierd, sleeps with another guy, yadda yadda yadda, everything's fucking ruined. Twice, we tried this. Twice failed. Pissed off, giving mean looks, bitter, I'm an asshole, and she sure as hell ain't no angel. We're still friends though, and I still think she's pretty cool. I just KNOW now. Too bad I had to find out the hard way, and the scars are still there.

Point of story: That piercing was the catalyst that started my relationship with Angel - even when I'm trying to kill the bastard, my dick still gets me in trouble.