my new friend

At A Glance Author Stuart Contact Stuart@bme.anon Artist Andy Studio Pegasus Location Bury St Edmunds

The time had some to get a piercing back. I had had various piercings before, nothing major, tragus, tongue, nipple (twice, first got ripped out by a badly placed hook, ouch!), frenum and guiche. These had all been gone for some time for different reasons, but I really wanted one back! The only question was what?

I decided on a genital piercing, as my frenum had been both a problem free zone, pleasurable (yippee) and out of site (I work in the Aviation industry, slightly conservative). Although I liked my frenum the first time around I really wanted something different, and after some consideration (ok, not much, about 10 minutes) I had decided on a PA.

The next day found me at my friendly old body piercer with friend in tow. He asked me into the studio and asked what I wanted. After discussing what I wanted I was told to take down my trousers and bare all. After a little fumbling he found it (hey! It was scared!) and injected some cold stuff down my urethra and wrapped my little fella in sticky plastic. I don't know to this day what the stuff was, some kind of anaesthetic. I sat down for half an hour for it to go numb. I then went back into the studio and took my trousers back down and he peeled the plastic off.

As I am squeamish I did not look whilst he did the rest. As my bit was numb I could not really feel what was happening. He was chatting instinently in my ear as I felt a bit of tugging. The next thing I knew he said it was done. I looked down and nearly fainted. He obviously meant that the needle was in, not the jewellery! A bit more fumbling and he told me that the jewellry was in also.

My friend (who sat next to me the whole process) started asking inane questions, so I got a little suspicious. I looked down to see a shit load of blood! He said it was bleeding more than usual but it was nothing. So, that was it, no pain and one piercing. The most difficult part of the whole thing was waddling back to the car, although it did not hurt I was a little bit cautious!

I did not really do much in the way of aftercare. I washed as normal, although the first shower or two caused some muffled swearing. I had been told that my urine would clean it well enough by itself.

The only real trouble I had was the same night. I had a date that evening (ok, looking back it was really bad timing) with a girl I met at work. We had a meal at a local restaurant, which went fine. I had my first pee in the restaurant toilets, which was stingy, but not catastrophic, although my urine was a nice pink colour with lumpy bits of blood. Ok, so far. We then finished the meal and decided to go for a walk around the town before getting a taxi. Firstly I was walking like a constipated zombie which was probably not going to add to my suave exterior. Despite my funny walk she decided to get frisky. Superb timing from someone I had been dating for a month and had never wanted to do more than kiss! My head thought that this was not the best timing, my little friend thought otherwise. As he got a little excited I could feel a tugging and a warm feeling down my leg. Ok, before I get censored I was not THAT excited! I decided that I should make my exit and get a taxi. I can only say the taxi driver must have thought I was some kind of murderer when I pulled a completely blood stained ten pound note out of my pocket. Till this day I don't know why he excepted it, I only knew it was a tenner by the size! I got into my house and peeled my blood soaked jeans off expecting to find the end of my penis gone. Well, luckily I can say it wasn't, in fact apart from the blood I was fine, not even painful.

All this was three months ago and apart from the date problem I have not had a single problem. From experiences from friends I take it that the amount of bleeding I had was unusual. I have nothing bad to say about the whole process. If you are thinking about getting one done, go do it! You will not regret it.

On a last note (mainly to get me to the 800 word count I need to submit this) although I looked like I was going to die from the bleeding (my jeans were ruined) it was unlikely. The average body holds just over 5 litres of blood (doesn't sound a lot!) but will survive a loss of a litre (20%) without needing a transfusion. Um, so there.

If you want to slag me off, or suggest what I should get next (I am considering a cutting, although this will be a huge step for me) feel free to email me, I am waiting.