I have been considering a genital piercing for over 10 years now, and 3 days ago the excitement to have one done finally overwhelmed my natural apprehension to resist. I just woke up that morning knowing that I would at last get something done about it. Not knowing how long my positive frame of mind would last (i.e. 'strike while the iron's hot!'), I phoned a highly recommended piercer called Quentin who owns a studio nearby. He suggested that I come along and have a chat about my preferences, and that he would like to do a 'site survey' to see how different piercings might work on my anatomy. So, an hour later I'm having coffee with this total stranger, discussing foreskins, frenums and all things south, followed by an examination of my genitals.
At A Glance Author agent007 Contact agent007@bme.anon When It just happened Artist Quentin Studio Kalima Location Worthing, SE England Before chatting to Quentin, I had originally thought I would opt for one or more foreskin piercings because, err, I had one (foreskin that is). And that was the only reason. I never considered the practicalities or aesthetics much. I also had thought about a frenum, as this is the most sensitive part of my penis. I half considered a P.A.; it was just the thought of the process that made me shy away from this one.
Quentin listened carefully to my hopes and fears, and carefully explained the different piercings to me and discussed jewellery, aftercare and possible complications. He was the opposite of 'pushy', and at one point I felt he was even trying to dissuade me from having one done. He suggested that a P.A. was probably the best 'first-piercing' for the genitals, because of its relatively short healing time. I didn't want to make a wrong choice, so I decided to 'sleep on it'. Next morning I made up my mind to have a P.A. and went along to the studio to get it done.
Quentin has a natural, calming influence on people, and I found it quite easy to relax (we're talking relatively relaxed here - I was sure apprehensive but wasn't sweating or trembling). I laid on the couch, trousers and pants down to my ankles and was told to concentrate on my breathing. I decided not to close my eyes, but instead I focused on a point on the ceiling, as I figured that fairy soon I would be hitting it. How wrong I was.
I figure there a five distinct pains to having a P.A. :-
Pain 1. The mental pain and anguish I went through between the time I decided to have one done, and the time it takes to get on the couch. Believe me guys; this is the worse pain of all. Everything else is a breeze.
Pain 2. Having the needle receiving tube inserted into the urethra. Even with lubrication, this is uncomfortable and a bit painful, but not as bad as toothache. I felt a slight burning sensation and it lasted only for a few seconds.
Pain 3. The piercing. No, not the sharp toe-curling, tongue-biting pain I was expecting. Just a dull aching tug as the needle pierced the tissue.
Jewellery in, a quick clean - job done. I looked down and saw my P.A. and wow - ecstasy! What a sight!
Quentin carefully wrapped my penis to avoid soiling my pants, and carefully went through the aftercare procedure with me. After that, I paid up and thanked Quentin for a good job well done and left the studio. Not in any pain. Not in any discomfort. I had parked my car just around the block (in case I had to hobble back!) but actually I walked along the precinct and done some shopping and then went for a burger. I only felt the need to rush home later just to have another peek...
Oh, I forgot pains 4 and 5...
Well, peeing the next day was a bundle of laughs, and constitutes pain number 4.
I'm glad Quentin had warned me about it and I was sitting down in anticipation. I made sure that my bladder was full to bursting, so as to avoid the temptation of little spurts (which would prolong the agony). Imagine dipping your penis into a bowl of hot chilli sauce - that sort of pain.
Finally, pain number 5 came when I had my morning erecting. The pain actually woke me up. I guess all the stretching must tear at the blood vessels internally or something, but it hurt. Boy did it hurt. And of course (he said modestly) it lasted for over 30 minutes.
Three days later, and I am just so pleased. There's been very little bleeding (just spots on my underpants, mainly in the mornings), and no pain whatsoever. I've not knocked it (yet) but I imagine that it would bruise easily. Urinating holds no fear (perhaps mild discomfort if the urine is strong) and it doesn't look manky like my wife's belly piercing did after 3 days. Very little discharge, and it is so easy to clean, dipping my penis into a tall (very tall) jam jar to bathe it for 5 minutes twice a day.