At A Glance Author Dave Contact shade888@yahoo.com When It just happened Artist Jennifer Studio Skin-and-Bones Location Dallas, Tx Having come from a poor religious family in rural Texas, typically the things I liked were things that other people had. It's only begun to occur to me that I can do these things if I want since turning thirty. The most recent of these fulfilled dreams was yesterday's installation of a Prince Albert. And believe me, installation is the most apt term I can come up with.
Over the last year and a half I'd gotten my first two tattoos. It really got me to thinking about piercing. I can remember being fascinated by the people I knew who'd been pierced, even as far back as the eighties, but always thought that was something other people did. Fuck that, I decided life was too short and I was in serious danger of missing it.
In a perfect world, that would have been that. I would have walked into the nearest piercing parlor and gotten it done the next weekend. This wasn't a perfect world. The thought of what I was considering kept me as far away from tattoo/piercing places as I could be. Looking back on it, this was a good thing, it allowed me to give what I wanted some real thought. I knew I wanted a genital piercing, that was the easy part. Let's be honest, it's all about sex and why do things halfway? The hard part was deciding between the ever popular Prince Albert and the Frenum. For most of my debate I was leaning towards the Frenum simply because you could still stand and pee (something I feel very strongly about). But sadly, it wasn't what I really wanted.
I had just about given up on the whole idea when my wife decided she wanted a nipple piercing to go with her navel ring. The sight of stainless steel hanging from her nipple was more than I could bear and shortly thereafter I was on the phone talking to the piercer at the place I've gotten all my ink done. (If you're ever in Dallas and need ink, look up Fine Line Tattoos in Dallas and ask for Wes Grimm.) Unfortunately the girl they usually had didn't do male genital piercing and being that I'm, at my core, a wuss I backed out for a time. I didn't really want to get something like this done in an unfamiliar place. But I researched it on the internet for another couple of weeks and finally decided on Skin-and-Bones, having read nothing but wonderful things about then.
Skin-and-Bones was clean and well lit, lacking all the character that makes a tattoo/piercing parlor a special place. But... it was friendly and far friendlier towards those nervous to the point of blind panic. The staff cheerfully answered all my questions and after making my payment I was lead to the back where I had to drop my pants and try to stay calm. The beautiful young woman (why lie, she was gorgeous) who performed the job thankfully came off as very knowledgeable and her relaxed attitude put me at ease. (At least as much as ease as you can be when you're seconds away from having a piece of metal shoved through into your urethra.
Now, I had gone in with the intent of watching closely, making sure everything had come out of med packs. I wanted to watch every gruesome act that was about to befall me. But, nope, I leaned back and ignored everything happening. Jennifer (the piercer) could have fished rusty tools out of the sink I wouldn't have know it.
After a quick cleaning of the area and a few bad jokes, Jennifer inserted the tube in my penis. That was a little uncomfortable, but nothing I couldn't handle easily. "That's the worst of it," she whispered.
Like the endorphin drunk fool that I was, I thought that was the needle. I dropped my guard right as she inserted it and I think my exact words were "HOLY SHIT!" It was all I could do not to walk out on my ass cheeks. But I reminded myself that it didn't hurt that bad and my problem was shock and that it was done. Next up came the taper. To me, it hurt worse than the needle, but nothing too bad and I think I was able to remain mostly silent. After getting my aftercare sheet and the wad of paper to catch the blood, I was headed home.
For the last twenty four hours I've been in a constant state of arousal. (I'd fuck a knothole right now if I could get the PA through it.) The bleeding has been light and other than the occasional bump when I walk the biggest problem has been my wife's inability to keep her hands off my ball sack. Unfortunately I have had to pit to pee, but it hasn't been half as uncomfortable as some people have made out.
All in all I'm happy with the piercing. It looks good and the weight pulling on you in just the right places is too cool. The pain really wasn't all that bad (my last tat was FAR worse) and the bleeding was minor. If you're thinking about it, figure out what you want, research who the best in your area is, and just do it. If make a sober decision chances are you won't regret it. You just have to make that first step and the door and don't look back.