You never know when the urge to suddenly go into a small, private room with a complete stranger will strike you; to have him dress certain parts of his anatomy in rubber and pull down your pants to reveal your most intimate parts. He sweet-talks you then with only the most cursory of warnings, he sticks it in you. Actually I got it twice in this case. I paid the man for a job well done and we parted company, no kissing, no exchanging of phone numbers and no bullshit. Pure, capitalist supply and demand. Hey a guy's got to make a living somehow, right?
At A Glance Author bizarroboy/ferg Contact bizarroboy@graffiti.net IAM bizarroboy When A year ago Artist Joe Studio Evolution Location RI, America It was during my BME tour of the USA in September/October of 2002 and while visiting a now, very dear, 'Melicious' friend of mine in Rhode Island that I had been told of such a man who would do such a job on such a traveller. I had to fill the want. I'd slaked my thirst for these kinds of procedures in a similar manner with a nice young chap in Australia a few years before and recalling the experience with such fondness I knew it wouldn't be too much of a gamble to have a repeat performance, only this guy looked bigger and a little more menacing.
My friend and I swung by to be formally introduced beforehand and I got a quick look at the place where it was all going to happen. As is often the case it was painted white, with flashes of chrome, tidy and very sterile looking. The area where I was to lie down sat alone in the centre of the room. I stared at it and allowed my mind the luxury of wandering back in time, trying hard to imagine how many other people had graced its soft cushioning before me. Did he remember all their names? I doubt it but I can't blame him really, I certainly couldn't tell you the names of all the people I'd kissed, fondled, stroked or poked over the past 20 years. Anyway, that's another story.
Joe was his name and sticking things in people was his game. On the surface you could only imagine the horrified look on mothers' faces statewide as young Joe was wheeled in as potential son-in-law material. 'Bikey' stereotypes flitted in and out of my subconscious as we shook hands but they were quickly dispelled as we had a relaxing and friendly chat about what it was that he was going to do to me next.
My 'Melicious' friend was commandeered to take some photos of my double entry procedure by Joe and with a simple acceptance nod we all ventured into the privacy of the back room.
Having already had the same thing done to me I was well versed in the intricacies of what Joe was about to do next. Nevertheless he calmly explained the whole thing as I dropped my pants and lay down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. It was a little cold in the room and the size of my manhood suffered in direct proportion to that. Or maybe it was the impending hole filling that was shrinking me. By now 'Melicious' was positioned directly south of my restricted field of vision. I could see her unique wash of golden hair nestled somewhere between my legs, inspecting the subject with flirty attraction. Joe had put on 3 layers of black rubber gloves and was readying his sterile packs and instruments. 'Melicious' had to give way as Joe needed the prime position of being perpendicular to my 'little friend' to perform properly. All the time I lay there, legs apart, naked from the waist down, putting my utmost trust in this man who had my scrotum in one hand and a pleth ora of metal tools at the disposal of the other.
Before insertion I had to be cleaned of course. Holes were marked and the usual brown liquid applied. Each time Joe touched something he removed a layer of rubber. This guy was super clean and it went a long way to shoring up the trust I had put in him. He went to great lengths to continually keep me aware of what was going to happen next. 'Melicious' sat at the side staring, camera poised, ready for action. I took a deep breath and glanced at the size of the lance-size needle Joe now had in his hand. He slowly counted 1....2.... then just as I exhaled, bang! It was in.
At that point the body relaxes and the adrenaline that was flowing freely just a few moments ago, dissipates evenly to leave you feeling all warm and fuzzy. The buzz of the camera eclipsed the buzz of the situation as 'Melicious' got busy with the shutter. But Joe wasn't done just yet, he expertly and effortlessly filled the hole and readied himself and me for another. Placement had already been decided to give me a beautiful mini-ladder look and so it was that I quickly found myself again, melting into those 2 simple numbers...1....2....slide. The second one slipped in smoothly and with less resistance than the first. Maybe my skin was so full of hormones that it allowed the easy passage of lance number 2 by default. Maybe I was just more relaxed than the first time. Maybe Joe's skilful handling of my balls had a bigger part to play than I gave him credit for. Whichever way I was now the proud owner of a new double hafada, large and shiny and clinking.
'Melicious' couldn't wait to get back in the thick of things so she eased Joe to the side and repositioned herself close to where the action was. I leaned up and gazed down at the movement going on inside my scrotum. "Oh look, dancing balls!" exclaimed she as the camera sprung into action and lo and behold, were my 'little boys' not just having a great wee boogie to themselves. Party in my sack. A veritable, celebratory rain dance of activity.
Joe then cleaned me up and we all delighted in his latest endeavour. Many photos were taken and many thanks were given. Not having had this much activity down there before in this particular guise I had (naively) opted for a nice pair of white, pressed boxer shorts which now had a large, moist, red patch seeping through them. Seeing my own blood fills me with bravery so I was a bit reluctant to completely mop it all up. I cleaned off the surface stuff and left the rest as a badge of honour...for me and for Joe, although I'm sure he's seen it all before. Money changed hands and a large tip was accepted gracefully.
Me, I've never been poked that much by a guy before but I certainly wouldn't rule it out again in the future. As anyone with multiple piercings will tell you...once you pop it's so difficult to stop.