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My double hafadas |
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I had been begging my partner Michael for a piercing for over three years, when finally in January of 1998, he finally gave in. I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted, I just knew that I wanted one.Before the day arrived to get the piercing done, I had searched throughout the internet for any and all information about hafadas that I could find. I knew that it was a hafada that I wanted from the very first time that I saw one. I decided on that, since any of our gay friends here in OKC who are pierced, either have their nipples pierced, or a Prince Albert; some even have both. I knew that what they had were so common, that the sight of either of them on me, wouldn't even raise any eyebrows. It was then and there that I decided that not only would I get a hafada, but I'd get two of them.
We arrived at the piercing parlor at one o'clock on a Saturday afternoon. Since we were the first to arrive, I was the first to get it done. All the while, I was somewhat apprehensive. I did, however, ask so many questions of the young lady who was to do the piercing, that I thought she was going to throw me out the door. She explained everything in the greatest detail and told me that she only wished that more people would be brave enough to ask as many questions as I had been asking. After I got into the private piercing room and had my jeans and underwear down around my ankles, I guess it was by then too late to chicken out.
Michael had brought along my camera, since I wanted to have pics to preserve the moment for all eternity. As I lay on the table, the young lady who was to do it, reassured me that it wouldn't hurt and that it would be over in no time at all. She did all the necessary prep work in sterilizing the instruments as well as her hands and then she held up the needle that was to pierce my scrotum. When I saw the needle, I got a bit weak, but luckily,I was lying down. She took the clamps and clamped off a small area of my scrotum and proceeded with the needle.
The first needle went in as smooth as silk immediately followed by the first of two 10 gauge rings. All the while, I was breathing like an expectant mother, since this was the first time I'd ever had a piercing of this type. She waited about a minute, in order for me to adjust to the new ring, when she then held up another needle and asked if I were ready for 'NUMBER 2". I was so hyped up on adrenelin at the time, she could have put a railroad spike through my scrotum and I don't think I would've felt it. In less time than it took to do the first piercing, she had the second completed, complete with the ring.
I was instructed to lie still for a few minutes, since my blood pressure was probably a little higher than it should be. After a few minutes, I sat up and looked at my reflection in the mirror and even though my head was spinning, I was able to stand up and pull my pants and underwear up.
As for the healing process, it went very smoothly. I was to soak my testicles and scrotum in warm salt water for 15 minutes everynight for three months and whenever I showered, I was to only use antibacterial soap. I looked so stupid, sitting on the floor, with my legs spread wide open and my testicles in a glass of warm water. That was what I was told to do in order to let the piercings heal and thats what I did.
During the entire healing process, I was very careful about not getting any sort of infection, but I did get a minor infection a couple of months ago. I don't exactly know what caused it, but I went back to using the antibacterial soap and within a week's time, the infection had cleared up. I was also told that everynight, I needed to turn the rings everynight, in order to keep the holes from crusting over. That is something that I still do, not only in the effort to keep the holes clear, but I'm hoping that I'll one day, be able to get rings of a smaller gauge than the 10 gauge rings I know have. My goal, hopefully, in the next few years, is to go down to at least a 0 gauge ring in place of the current 10 gauge rings.
It was a wonderful experience and I'm hoping that one day,I'll be able to add more hafadas to the ones I have. What made it all the more fun, was on the way out, of course, by that time, the lobby of the piercing parlor was crowded with young 20-something boys. Of course, I was walking rather funny and all of these boys saw the way I was walking and each and everyone of them suddenly grabbed his respective crotch. They weren't exactly sure what this old man of 45 just had done, but I'm sure that they also knew that whatever it was, they didn't want it done to them.
In the almost two years since the piercing, I've shown it off quite a few times. I'm always asked the same thing, "Why did you get that?" My answer is always the same, "Its my scrotum and do you know of anybody else who has one?" The answer is always the same, "NOPE."
In time, if I can, I would love to have a hafada ladder running the entire length of my Raff Line on my scrotum. Call me crazy, but I think that a pierced scrotum on any man is extremely sexy and if I can get more piercings, like my hafadas, then I'll gladly drop my pants and get it done.