It all started in Panama City, FL. I was on spring break and wondered into a tattoo shop. I had just turned 18. I was half drunk and thought maybe getting a piercing would be cool. I did not know a whole lot about piercings then; so I asked the guy there what all they could pierce. In a funny Italian accent(not that Italians are particulary funny or anything) he said, "I can pierce your ears, your ears, or your nose, or your eyebrow." I was like naw, that is not very original. Then he said,"I pierce your pee-pee." I about laughed my ass off, but I was kinda like hmmm at the same time.
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon When N/A I went back home as all spring breakers must eventually do. I told all my friends about the story. They all thought it was pretty funny, and I told them I was thinking of doing it. They were pretty encouraging. I think they just wanted to laugh at me though. So, I waited a few days and decided what the hell I will do it. I started looking for a close tattoo shop, and I found one alright. Everybody said they did decent tattoos so I figured that their piercings should be decent. Man was I freaking wrong!
So I went into the shop and ask them the usual kinds of questions. Do you guys do that type of piercing? How much does it cost? Does it hurt. Laugh out loud! The jerk at the counter told me it was like a five on the ten scale of pain. He told me the reciever was the worst part, but I belived him considering his face was pierced all over the place.
I left for a little while to prepare and pump myself up. I went to the mall and hung out with my friends for a little while. Then they were like man just get it over with. So, I was like your right and back to the tattoo shop we went. I paid the guy and told him it was my first piercing, hoping he would take it easy on me.
We went back into the piercing room and he closed the door behind us. Obviously my friends had to wait in the lobby area they were not exactly interested in seeing me naked. The piercer told me how he was going to do it. He told me about the reciever. He then started to set up his little piercing station. Then he told me to drop my pant around my ankles. I did. It was a weird feeling I had never done that infront of a guy before, but I was like what ever you wanted to do this stupid crap. So I was laying on one of those white doctor's room sheets awaiting the piercing.
I made the mistake of looking up at the piercer's tools. I nearly had a heart attack. He lubed the receiver and stuck it through my urethra or pee hole. That thing was like as round as a ciggarette. I never imagined such pain. He twisted that thing around for like 20 minutes. He kept telling me he could not get it lined up right. I was like holy sh** hurry up. Finally after I thought I was about to go into shock he had it lined up. Obviously this was his first time piercing a prince albert. Then he jabbed the needle through and I almost jumped onto the ceiling. Then he put the jewlery through which hurt almost as bad as the needle.
He showed me how to clean it and shook my hand. It was funny when he held his hand out I was in such shock that it took me litearly like one minute to stick mine out. I hobbled back into the lobby with all my friends pissed because it took so long. They asked if I was ok and I said no. Lets just go.
I bled for like three hours. I was freaking out. To this day my friends toilet still has a small red ring because I bled so bad. Now I am not a panzy or anything but when the big guy is bleading like a stuck pig it is time to freak out. I started drinking jack to come myself down that only made me bleed more. Everytime I went to the bathroom(peed) it was like a waterfall of blood.
I had to sleep in a chair for like two weeks. Soon I started wondering what was up. So, I contacted the piercer and he told me it was normal to still be sore. I tried everything salt water soaks cleaning it only once or twice a day, but it still hurt so bad.
It was time to go to another piercer. So, made a bunch of phone calls and they all were like what gauge do you have and asked me a description of the wound to make sure it wasn't infected.
It turned out that the piercer pierced me with too small of a gauge. He pierced me with a 14 gauge which is way too small for a prince albert. The guy at the shop I finally went to stretched it to a 10 gauge. It hurt like hell for a few seconds but it already felt better as I was leaving. The 14 gauge was constantly cutting into my urethral opening. Now that pain was gone.
I recently had it stretched to an eight gauge and it is finally pretty comfortable. It is my favorite piercing. It doesn't enhance sex very much for me though. It actually hurts alittle, but after all I have been through that is ok.
So, I guess the moral of the story is do not be someone's ginny pig, and go to a knowlegeable piercer. Not just any ole piercer will do especially for a genital piercing. I would recomend this piercing to anyone who was interested it doesnt affect much after it heals and is quite a conversaitonal piece.