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Nipple Piercing Experience

cing Experience

Date: Thu, 26 Sep 1996 20:29:45 -0700 From: RM

Nipple Piercing Experience

I'd never much been into bm's. In fact, I never even really thought about them. To go further and be ruthlessly honest, when I did consider them, I always wondered why anyone would want to hack around with their body like that.

It's amazing how your ideas can change.

Before I begin, let's set the scene. I'm gay. Needless to say, I have a load of gay friends. Most of the gays I know are pretty adventurous people in some respects - let's face it, we need to be in a place like England where eyebrows are still disappearing into hairlines when faced with a Julian Clary alike wandering down Streatham High Street with a handbag in one hand and the latest issue of 'Crotchet Weekly' in the other.

One guy I knew (know still in fact) diverted attention from himself by attracting atention to himself. Nice approach. Purple hair, eyebrow and nostril pierces and his ears were a veritable Christmas tree. I was totally 'verbassd' the first time I met him. I had never seen such a blatant display of recycled metal in my life. Further, to my total astonishment, he seemed quite proud of the holes he sported here and there.

'Fruitcake,' I thought. And put it down to another thread in the great tapestry. But was intrigued to find myself spending more and more time thinking about it.

I and the tin man met up again some time later at a party. I started talking to him about the whys and wherefores (forgive the tautology; it sounds better) of applying pointy objects to delicate parts of one's anatomy. He said that getting the pierces was the greatest thrill imaginable.

'Aah-huh,' I thought as I tried to slip discretely away from the conversation.

He went on to describe the quivers he gets when the metal cuts through skin.

I swallowed, hard.

He then described how his piercer got the quivers when he had his nipple done.

For some reason, I got interested.

We had a few more drinks and I worked up the courage to ask him whether he'd be interested in coming round some time and showing off his attachments. He agreed. We met up the following week and he took me on a guided tour of his body. A body that would have sent a scrap merchant into palpitations. His navel had a hole that should have hurt like hell; his nipples were both pierced and linked by a chain.

Then he took off his pants. I didn't know then what I was looking at, but now I'm pretty sure I can say that I was looking at my first (and only so far) split head. Each side of the glans had a stud going through it. My mouth must have been hanging open at the time.

Then he dropped the bombshell: he had done it himself!

He said he'd been sticking pins and such into himself for years and then finally plucked up the courage to start nibbling away at his dick head with a razor blade.

He said he'd do it for me if I wanted. I declined. But he did my nipple. With a safety pin.

I took it out a week later and went down the local piercing shop and watched in fascination. The clamp. The needle. And the quivering ministrations of my piercer as he tried to get the ring through. The rush I felt as I watched that foreign object change the body I thought I knew so well.

For a month afterwards, I was greeted by stares from colleagues at work when I absent mindedly slid my hand inside my shirt and played with the ring...

I reckon I'm a member of the team now - but compared to some, still a rank amateur...

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