Often times, a spontaneous reaction is the best reaction. That is how it
happened when I decided to do my own Prince Albert. Having just returned from
a trip to the West Coast I was taken with seeing a Prince Abert for the first
time on a guy that was just about as good looking as they come. He swore that
it was the best thing he had ever done. Visually, I found it not only
asthetically pleasing but erotic. It was also somehow reckless and
engaging.
We all have days where we remember every detail of where we
were, the time, the event and even the smells. That is how I remember July
10, 1981. It was a great day to be off and I decided to take my 30' sailboat
for a ride. The wind was poor but it was a great day to sun and skinny dip. I
had a couple of bottles of good wine on board the boat and enough food for a
small party. After about half a bottle of wine I began thinking about that
Prince albert. I remembered how it made my heart race when I saw it the first
time. I remember how stimulated I became when I touched it. I knew I wanted
one so before leaving San Francisco I purchased a couple of rings in
different sizes. I bought an 8 gauge captive ball ring and two bent barbells
in an 8 and a 10 gauge. As luck would have it, they were still wrapped in a
side pocket of my backpack which I had brought to the sailboat. I got them
out and played with them, imagining how they would look in my cock. After a
moment I thought "It's now or never!" I got my first aid kit out. I keep
suture material, gloves, xylocaine, and sterile instruments on board. Why?
because I can and I have had to suture people who have hurt themselves on
board. I put the 8 gauge rings in a solution of betadine in a sterile cup. I
got out a pair of needle carriers and the largest curved round needle I had
in the box. I cleaned my cock with betadine and swabed the urethera as well.
Using a small needle I injected some Xylocaine 2% into the region I knew the
piercing ought to go. I gave it about ten minutes and unwrapped my gloves and
the needle. The process was very simple. I sat on the counter in the galley,
put my feet on the companionway steps and went for it. I did not want to cut
or scratch the interior of the urethera so I inserted a cotton swab in the
uretheral opening. Holding my cock up toward my navel, carefully I guided the
needle down to the point of exit at the frenum beyond the glans. I felt
comfortable with the position and with one continuous movement I put the
needle through the tissue. It was more difficult than I thought it would be.
In fact, I had to press hard to get the needle to puncture the tissue but the
needle went right in. I took a deep breath and allowed the needle to stay in
place. There was virtually no bleeding. I remember the sound of the needle
going through the tissue in my cock. It was not exactly a crunch but a little
rough sounding. Reaching into the cup of betadine I took out the first piece
of jewelry I found. It was the 8 gauge bent barbell. Another deep breath and
I pressed the needle in through the meatus as far as it would go then
retracted it slowly. The moment It went back through the piercing I placed
the bent barbell on the opening, now showing a little blood, and pressed it
in. It slid in and I relaxed and sat there for a few minutes. I kept saying
over and over, "damn, you did it, you did it." It was just as I expected;
very erotic and somehow taboo. By this time I was hard as a rock. The
xylocaine was wearing off and I could feel a little stinging but it wasn't
bad at all. I put the screw balls in the ring and cleaned up.
After
finishing the bottle of wine and some time in the sun I went back to shore
and home. I couldn't quit thinking about the PA and knew that somehow I had
passed a milestone. Putting it in and because of the circumstances, it almost
seemed ritualistic. The next day at the hospital I laughed to myself standing
in the OR knowing that I was the only one there with a Prince Albert. Healing
took a short time and was relatively painless. That was 19 years ago and I
still feel good about putting it in. No longer an 8 gauge, I like the look
and feel of an 0 gauge. The weight and the feel can't be described and has to
be experienced.
Readers should understand that this was an unusual
situation and not the recommended way to put in a PA. I had the knowledge and
tools to do the job. There are many good piercing shops available now, even I
use them rather than pierce myself. I have to admit that I revel in the idea
of putting in my own PA, but looking back I also realize that it was not real
smart. A left nipple ring and a scrotal bar have completed my piercings to
date, but the PA is the most erotic and certainly the most fun.
