A Unique P.A. Experience

At A Glance Author Delightindisorder Contact delightindisorder@netzero.net Artist Unknown Studio Leather Harvester Location Connecticut

My first piercing was more of an impulse than anything else. I was in the Marine Corps infantry for a period of time, and one of the duties was called air alert. The concept of air alert, alpha increment, is that the military keeps a company of marines around in their barracks for a couple of weeks to be deployed around the world at a moments notice. Great for America's security, but trying on the people that have to sit around for two weeks. Needless to say, we all used to hang around a drink too much. One night, after a case of beer or so, I asked the Corpsman for a couple I.V. needles because I wanted my penis pierced. He wouldn't touch my cock, but he was more than happy to drive it through my nipple. It really wasn't a bad piercing for a drunken sailor, but I really regreted not piercing my penis.

Fast forwarding about three years, I got out the military and settled back in Connecticut to finish my degree program. For short period of time in my life I frequented the Connecticut SM scene. One of the benefits of having a couple different group memberships were the invitations to attend various group events and parties. A little over a year ago, one of the groups offered a piercing party for demonstration puposes. I immediately jumped on the opportunity, having desired a P.A. for some time.

The two week wait before the demonstration was stressful to say the least. I had held off on any local piercers because the "professionals" in the area never met my expectations. I actually went into a shop down in New Haven, and the guy behind the counter told me not to waste my time there. Needless to say, I was also skeptical of the guy who was going to be piercing at the demonstration; as, he was a part-time piercer out of the back of a local leather shop called The Leather Harvester. In an effort to be as informed as possible, I hit the internet and poured over the BME descriptions, memorizing every pro and con of each piercing that I was considering.

I played phone tag with the piercer all week long, and we never ended up talking until a half and hour before the the actual demonstration. This meant that an apravada was impossible and I would have to settle on a P.A. - if, and only if I felt that I could trust the piercer. The meeting opened, and I spent a great deal of time asking the piercer questions. I came to find out that he was quite experienced, and that he worked at a hospital full-time. He was definitely a professional.

I don't remember the actually piercing all that well, what makes this experience unique and memorable is the chemistry in the room. I was the third person to be pierced, and about 10-15 people were present at any given time. We had all already watched a guiche and a double nipple piercing, which had put every person in the room into a frenzy. By the time it was my turn, I was hungry for the feel of the needle. I choose a 10 gauge CB to start off with (I've recently upgraded it to a 6 gauge), undressed, and waited with anticipation. The piercer carefully marked my penis and explained the procedure to everyone in the room.

All eyes were intently focused on me as he prepared to pierce. The amount of pain was incredible for the mere second it lasted, but I was smiling the whole time. The only indication (as I was told a little later) that I was feeling any kind of pain was that my leg kept twitching. I took a look and the mirror and I immediately knew this was one of the best decisions of my life. Suprising enough there was not a drop of blood to be found.

I kept a condom over the fresh pierce all night, wrapping it in gauze before I went to bed. When I awoke, I was still suprised not to find any blood. I got up to take a shower and wash the piercing with anitbacterial soap, and whacked it up against the stand next to my bed. The look on my face must have been priceless, because my penis began to dribble blood all over my sheets and floor. The first thing that when through my mind was "my dick's bleeding, what the fuck have I done!" I quickly applied a bandage and pressure, hoping that I hadn't damaged myself. I healed in a couple of weeks, and was quite pleased with myself.

The sex was amazing for both parties involved, and when I had the opportunity, I upgraded to a 6 gauge... which was even more amazing than the 10.

thanks for reading,

delightindisorder