Piercing has always been something I thought would be cool to look into, but with my life the way it is that was hard, going to catholic school for 13 years didn't help matters. I was required to be clean cut, with short hair and no piercings what so ever. I got my ear pierced around my sophomore year of high school and had to wear a band-aid for a while, but nothing big. In this time I really got into piercing, so some how or another, I got my mom to agree to let me get my tongue pierced my junior year (that's a story in itself). I graduated highschool at 17, and was 17 for the first few weeks of college. On my 18th birthday I looked at my roommate and said " I'm gonna go be a rebel, wanna come?" he agreed so we went to get our first tattoos(again, a story in itself) the hours that took was great and after I had a little money left over, so I got my Labret pierced. A few months went by and I went to get a touch up for my tat and decided hey its time for a new piercing. I got my Septum pierced that day and it was great. After that I worked to become a certified piercer. My dream was reality, I learned all I could. Sadly that college didn't work out. I guess it was all the drinking and other substances. After about 2 years I decided, damn its been a while, im gonna go get another piercing, this time I got my bridge pierced, which I was very happy with. Something was wrong, I couldn't stop there. I debated about getting a PA, but then blew it off and forgot for a few months.
At A Glance Author Trev Contact Trev@bme.anon When A week ago Artist forgot his name Studio Color Wheel Location Reading, Pennsylvania Well about 3 weeks ago I was surfing B.M.E. and came across the PA section. I read some of the stories submitted and this time I didn't loose the idea. "I'm gonna go get my cock pierced" I told my friends. They were confused and a little skeptical I would get it done. Well I waltzed over to Color Wheel ( coincidentally, the same place my tongue got pierced at) and walked in, I was real nervous, it was late and not many people were in. I got some stares, but with my facial piercings I was used to it. I walked in and asked to see the piercer. he came out and introduced himself(I don't mean to forget his name, but I was just so nervous I couldn't think right). I told him I wanted a piercing, we went back and he asked me which one, I said a PA, he looked at me with a startled look and his friend went wide eyed. Now, I didn't need people looking at me like that when I was this nervous. Well we went back into a small room they used for private piercings, the piercer (hmm, possibly Zack was his name, well anyway) asked why I wanted it done. He said he asks everyone who gets it, and if I wanted one for sexual stimulation I should get a Frenum done. I said I just thought they look awesome. He nodded and told me to drop my pants and hop up on the table. I thought I was scared, my penis was like a cringing child. He told me what he was going to do before I hopped up, and it sounds simple enough. I laid down and my nerves got worse, I was sweating like I was out running a lap. He made me feel at ease saying how he knew this was odd and kinda weird letting another guy touch my dick, he told me he has his pierced a few times, which made me feel a little better. He did know what he was doing but I was still nervous. For 20 years I tried to prevent any sort of pain to my best friend, and here I was, stabbing him in the back. He said the receiving tube was going to suck, oh boy did it ever. he had to take it out and try a different way since my penis was retracted into my person for fear of anything sharp going near him. he asked"\Ãw€$©' me to hold myself up a little so he could position it right. There the burning was again, that damn tube sucked but it went away momentarily. He got everything set and looked at me and asked if I was ready. I said, " I'm this far, lets do this." when people say there's a pinch, it really is a pinch. Oh..its comparable to a bee sting, well this bee stung my dick and shit it hurt that first few seconds, I let out a long breath and a little moan of " oh shit, that was weird". He got the ring in easily but closing it back took a little since I was so damn nervous still, one false move and that clamp was gonna crush my injured dick even more. Well he got it all set and it was done, I had MY dick pierced, he wiped away some blood and said I could sit up and pull up my pants. I did so with pleasure and asked for some paper towels so I wouldn't ruin my boxers. Done and done, we went out for a smoke and shot the shit about piercing and different experiences. We went inside and he said "oh shit, I guess you gotta pay I inched my way into my car slowly and lit up another cig. I drove home with a new self satisfaction and higher morale. A little later I had to piss, I mean REALLY piss, so I went in and sat down, and the paper towel I had was completely soaked through with blood. I knew some people bled more than others but Jesus Christ, I never bled from one little hole like that before. I replaced the towels with some pads I thieved from my sister and pissed. It was like pissing burning glass, it sucked but wasn't as bad as I thought. Over the next few days it still bled but slowly became less and less. Cleaning it was actually real easy. On the 3rd day, it was feeling better so I was gonna take it for a test drive. That was horrible, not only did I start bleeding again, but the pain was back too, god im such a dumb fuck. After that I let it go and barley touched it. Well now its coming up on 2 and a half weeks since I got it done. There's no blood, and peeing is just a minor sting, but only when I drink less water than normal. I tried it out again maybe a few days ago and I was pleased, to say the least. its still healing so im not worried about any redness or tenderness. I never thought I would have a 12ga ring through my dick, but I do and I don't regret it at all. I even inspired a friend to possibly get it done. Maybe sometime soon I can find a lucky lady to try it on, and see if they like it as much as I do. I look back at how scared I was and smile, knowing it wasn't all that bad, and I know I might get my Frenum done next, and if not, then its back to my face. I get stares from people with all the metal in my face and I smile back , but now, I can smile about something they don't even know is there.