I guess you could say that my own journey began shortly after turning 39 in April 2002. Suddenly 40 was galloping towards me far faster than I liked and more importantly I didn't like what I'd become. I'd got fat and was generally in physically bad shape. Mentally I was low and feeling depressed. I looked (and was) a mess and knew it. A high blood pressure reading from my Doctor was the final kick I needed to do something about my lifestyle. Call it a mid-life crisis, call it waking up to myself, call it whatever you like, but something physically 'clicked' in my brain.
At A Glance Author Journeyman Contact Journeyman@bme.anon When Three months ago Artist My wife Studio At Home Location Northumberland, United Kindom I'd always had a passing interest in body mods; I liked the look of intricate and colourful tattoos and had a fascination for piercings, but had never had the balls to do anything myself – always the conformist, always bothered too much about how it would upset parents and/or partner. Just too scared to take that first step; plus I didn't know what that first step actually was. I couldn't see how to move from where I was to where I might want to be, and what if I made a mistake? Anyway, to help shed the excess fat and reduce my high blood pressure I joined a gym and it was there that my first proper interest in body modification began and set me on the road to change.
In the locker room I noticed one of the guys there was completely shaved – head to toe – not a hair on him. I was completely fascinated at how different his cock and balls looked - to me they seemed really velvety. I found it really hard not to stare (never a good idea in the guy's locker room!). After plucking up much courage I asked him how he got rid of all the hair, especially on his scrotum. He wasn't embarrassed at all and freely gave me all the details – electric and wet razor for most of his body except cock shaft, scrotum and ass. Here he shortened hairs with scissors and then used Imac cream to dissolve what was left. Rinse off with the shower and hey presto – hair-free body. He went on to tell me that often he also wore a cock ring, although at that time I had no idea what this was!
That night I couldn't wait. Didn't have any Imac so very carefully began shaving my cock and balls with a Bic razor and plenty of foam. When I'd finished I couldn't believe how good it looked and felt. I felt confident; aware of my own body in a way I hadn't previously and loved the texture of it in my hand. Better still my partner loved it too – in fact she couldn't keep her hands from cupping my balls at every opportunity.
I left it at this for a couple of months, shaving every other day to keep the re-growth down and to prevent itching, but even then I knew I wanted more. I'd done a web search on cock rings and liking what I saw, placed an order for my first one. Nothing special, a simple silicone band, but oh man, slipping my nuts through that band for the first time followed by my dick and seeing how proudly they seemed to stand out from my body, made me feel like king of the castle. I quickly moved on to a steel band, loving the feel of the hard shiny metal against my soft hairless flesh. A present from my wife at Christmas 2002 was a cock and ball harness to lift and separate. I find this a little uncomfortable, but that has become part of the attraction!
April 2003 and age 40 came round far faster than I would've thought possible, but by now I had lost a good proportion of the weight and although my blood pressure wasn't 'normal' (and may never be) it was much improved. I felt as if I'd come quite a way in the intervening year and wanted to mark the big four-oh with something a bit special, (April was big change in more ways than one; not only did I turn 40 but my partner and I also married in New York whilst on vacation from the UK.) I felt I needed to mark the transition from my 30s to 40s and from being single to being married. I still didn't have the nerve to go for any cock piercings, but having read about scrotal piercings decided that I'd bite the bullet and have this done – it sounded less painful. I didn't want to go to a local shop (not that many local shops in my areea do this in the UK!), so enlisted the help of my now wife.
A small glass (okay - it was large) of Dutch courage, a warm bath to relax everything, a wipe with antiseptic and a spray of freezing solution and before I knew it, the deed was done. We'd marked the spot in advance and using a sterilised leather-work needle and cork Lynn was able to, relatively easily, push through the skin (I hasten to add we decided to pierce only through the actual sac skin and not the ball itself!). We were also very careful to find a spot devoid of any obvious veins. There was a small amount of bleeding, no doubt exacerbated by the quick insertion of a surgical steel ring. I was tender for a few days but liberal amounts of antiseptic cream and careful and frequent cleansing of the area kept it free from infection.
It looks and feels fantastic. Since it's properly healed I find myself playing with it constantly at home when watching TV or otherwise relaxing. It's also added a new dimension to our sex life in that since the shaving and piercing my wife now pays much more attention, especially orally, to my scrotum.
So, that's my story so far. I've still got the ring in my sac, I still wear the cock ring and/or harness and I still shave. I adore the way it all makes me feel; as if I have finally taken control of my own body and that I'm doing something I want to do whether it pleases others or not. I like the fact that only those that I choose to see it know about it and how it looks. If I'm feeling particularly exhibitionist I love to bare it in the gym locker room and catch other guys looking at and sometimes asking about it - to generally positive comments. From being quiet and a bit shy I've found confidence in bucket loads. I've discovered a side of me I either didn't know existed or I kept so repressed I denied its existence.
What does the future hold? For the moment I can't see any more piercings; I will probably change to a heavier gauge ring in my sac so I can feel its weight. I'm also tempted by a five-ring cock harness to run the length of my shaft and restrict it. A tattoo is in the offing, but I can't decide yet what to have or where to have it – tempted to have it on my pubic area, but what is appropriate? Watch this space and I'll send another update this time next year.
Before all of this started I wouldn't have believed how differently I could feel in such a short space of time and by doing something so relatively simple. It is no exaggeration to say it has turned my life around and probably saved me from myself.