Zero to 6ga in 10 minutes!

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Zero to 6ga in 10 minutes!

That heading is a little misleading; it actually took three weeks from my initial contact with a piercer to the actual piercing. But first, a little background: I grew up in a very standard, white-bread middle-class family. Not narrow-minded, necessarily, but very vanilla ­ Don't Rock The Boat, was our motto. I had, now and then during my adult life, vaguely considered the idea of getting a tattoo. But I never came up with anything that I wanted badly enough to have permanently drawn on me. Then my housemate decided to get some tattoo work done, and that prompted us to search the Web for ideas (and just for fun; even though I didn't want a tattoo I enjoyed looking at other people's). At some point during our surfing we came across the concept of body and genital piercing. Naturally, our curiosity got the better of us and we had to look! Both our initial reactions were "YIKES!!!" We couldn't believe anyone would submit to what surely must be agonizing torture, just to cleave their sensitive bits with a piece of metal! We peeped and winced and moved on.

But I couldn't just leave that idea hanging there in my mind. I looked a little deeper on my own the next day, and found good old BME. I started reading, and discovered that over 700 damnfools had chosen to get a Prince Albert, and lived to tell us about it! And almost all of the accounts I read told of the minimal pain involved, and the subsequent enhancement of sexual pleasure. Well, you couldn't have picked two better arguments to persuade me with ... and they did look pretty cool ... sign me up!

I checked around and found that Daredevil Tattooing (where my housemate happened to be getting her tattoo, as it turned out) was the only place in town that did genital piercing. After reading quite a few of the BME accounts as well as those on some other websites, I decided I wanted to start with an 8ga Circular Barbell. By that time I already suspected I was going to want to eventually go to bigger gauges anyway. During my initial conversation with Jamie (in which she informed me that she had done many genital piercings, male and female both), she suggested we use a 10ga needle rather than an 8, then immediately stretch the hole and insert an 8ga piece. She had to order the 5/8" 8ga stainless-steel CBB, which took forever to arrive ­ first it was backordered, so she ordered from another place; shipment arrived, no 8ga CBB. Third time's the charm, though, and almost exactly three weeks later it finally arrived!! I'm afraid I pestered poor Jamie a bit; unlike my usual procedure (research / consider / ponder / research / mull it over ... well, you get the idea), I had been ready to do the deed by the second or third day of discovering PA's even existed! Why? Don't ask me. And why did the Universe then choose to torture me with delays? It apparently has a twisted sense of humor.

Thus as soon as I found out the piece had arrived I zipped on over to the shop (I only worked a few blocks away). After a bit of a wait in the front room, it was time. As I hinted above, I had done absolutely nothing like this before (I'm 40 years old, by the way), and it finally started to sink in what I had gotten myself into! Jamie was very friendly and professional the whole time; I almost didn't mind dropping trou in front of her...and considering that I was about to get my pee-pee seriously poked, I thought it would have been silly to balk at mere nudity. The Universe was not done having a giggle at my expense, however....

After a brief examination of my penis, Jamie felt I would be better served by a 3/4" piece rather than a 5/8". She had such a piece in 6ga, if I was interested. I told her that I had sort of planned on stretching to a larger gauge at some point anyway, but that I was worried about the pain involved in stretching the fresh 10ga hole all the way to 6ga. She reassured me that going to a 6 wouldn't hurt anymore than an 8, and that if I came back in a few months to stretch from an 8 to a 6 it would hurt just about as much as the initial pierce anyway. I deferred to her superior experience (even though I had become an instant expert via BME! :) ) and told her to go for it. I admit I wondered to myself if she had had that piece in stock this whole time, but didn't dare ask. I think I heard a celestial snicker. Due to a fairly large "seam" on the underside of my glans (I'm circumsized) the hole could not be placed exactly centered. We determined that I "dressed to the left", and she marked the hole very slightly to the right.

I heard the Universe snicker again when I saw the receiving tube we were going to use. My mind may have exaggerated the diameter, but it looked the size of a Bic pen! I said something like, "Dear God in Heaven, that's going into MY urethra??" Jamie assured me it would, but then (snicker snicker went the Universe) despite her efforts it just would not go in deep enough. Jamie tried a smaller tube, which fit my urethra without hurting much, but the end-hole wasn't big enough for her comfort; no room for error. So back to the big tube (snicker snicker) which after some manipulation finally fit. Let me mention at this point how little I like pain. The idea of blood didn't bother me in the least, but that sucker was stinging! It was by no means unbearable, but it was very definitely uncomfortable. Jamie also spent a fair amount of time, during which I kept telling myself not to be such a weenie over a little stinging, making sure she avoided all veins. She said as a result of this extra little bit of care, none of her piercings had bled. Fine with me!

Okay, so, here we are...two deep breaths, needle goes in on second exhale. I'm pretty sure I swore, but as everyone else says the pain didn't last long. A few more random tugs and small stings, and the jewelry is in and the job finished. Whoa ­ that's a big dadgum chunk of steel in my dick!! Jamie asked if I minded if she took a picture; by that time I was ready to show off my new bauble to everyone anyway so I said sure.

Jamie went over after-care with me, I pulled up my pants, and off I went. I was trying to walk gingerly but not too obviously so back to my car. There was no pain, but I was careful anyway.

I went home and immediately had to look. What a thrill, it looked so cool! No blood yet. I figured now was as good a time as any to pee. I crouched down low over the toilet bowl, aimed as carefully as I could, and braced for the sting...what a non-event, after all the hassles I went through to get there! No pain, and I was able to produce a pretty straight stream; even though once it started tapering off it tended to follow the curve of the jewelry, it still didn't spray much. Whew!

I made dinner, carved a pumpkin (the next day was Halloween, but I reluctantly decided that just a PA did not constitute an entire costume), and attended band practice. Afterward I broke out the anti-bacterial soap and sea-salt. I filled a glass (cleaned with hot water and the anti-bac soap) with warm salty water for the soak because it was too much hassle to "sterilize" the bathtub. Rotating the piece was not easy ­ folks, it was *tight*! It stung a little, but not bad.

DAY TWO

A couple of overnight erections stung enough to halfway wake me up, but not enough to keep me awake. In the morning there was exactly one tiny spot of blood on the jewelry at the tip of my urethra. While I was getting my son off to school and having breakfast, I heard a clunk and watched a steel bead roll down the hall. D'oh! I grabbed the bead and headed to the bathroom to wash it and screw it back in as hard as I could. (Since then I've had no problems with loose beads; I guess Loc-Tite on the threads won't be necessary after all). When I went to do my morning soak/wash there was a little more blood on the piece, as well as one small spot on my underwear. Maybe it was the coffee I drank last night at practice. Rotating the jewelry was easier, however. Now let's see if I can accomplish a normal day at work....

Some minor discomfort all morning ­ should have worn looser pants ­ until I wised up around noon and took some Ibuprofen. That helped me quit wanting to walk bow-legged (from fear of pain rather than actual pain). I was extra-cautious not to lean against any counters or desks. Urinal peeing was no problem, though I did have to modify some old aiming habits to accommodate the new trajectory.

DAYS THREE-SEVEN

Woke up occasionally during the night feeling pinched; adjusted and went back to sleep. No redness or swelling at all, so I assumed I was caring for it properly. Nevertheless the flesh around the new hole was slightly tender. I found that being diligent about the twice-daily cleaning/soaking process and about keeping the ring free of blood, crusties, etc. alleviated the bulk of pinches and stings. Each day, wiggling my dick around seemed like a less and less dangerous move, and getting in and out of the car got easier as well after the second or third day. I still had to be very aware of avoiding bumps and sudden adjustments. In fact, I was able to imagine actually enjoying the feeling before long, which was after all the point!

I got to show it to an old friend that I knew wouldn't be appalled by the idea; she thought it was pretty cool. I'm not much of an exhibitionist, but I find myself wanting to show it off!

WEEK TWO

I went back to the shop to get a hematite-bead CBR to replace the gold post in my ear (after all, I wanted my hardware to stay coordinated!) and also say hi to my piercer and let her know everything was healing fine. There were some 0ga and 2ga CBBs on the counter when I walked in. Them suckers looked BIG, and they were hefty too! But that just made them all the more intriguing...I knew I would be sizing up eventually. One of the tattoo artists there mentioned that he also had a PA, and that I would want to mine heal for at least six or eight weeks before I messed with upsizing; he also said his PA hole stretched easily and that my body would let me know when the time was right. That's pretty much what I had gathered from reading BME. I'm not ready yet, but I will be....