Around 3 years ago, I started to think long and hard about piercings. I was about 29, married, working in a bank and started to consider some body mods. Having grown up in a really ultra-conservative household, I never considered piercings for anything. Not even my ears. One night, I was cruising the web looking for details about body piercings. Especially genital piercings. I was really interested in a piercing, but I wanted it to be discreet.
At A Glance Author Blackbeards_Ghost Contact Blackbeards_Ghost@bme.anon Artist John Studio Wicked Location Berkeley, CA I ultimately decided that I wanted my dick pierced. I thought it'd be cool to have a ring hanging out of the end. One day, I set out, on the way home from work, and stopped by a local piercing & tattoo to have it done. I nervously walked into the studio, to find a young woman working the counter. I asked her if the studio did genital piercings. She wasn't sure what I meant, and after I elaborated on the type of piercing (where the ring went), she told me that they didn't do those types of piercings. I went home that night disappointed and un-pierced.
Over the next 2 days I made some phone calls to Berkeley. There were plenty of places that did piercings, so I went to a place recommended by a friend in the college-downtown area. It was called Wicked. I called ahead, checked out their hours, asked some questions and finally asked if they did genital piercings. They said "Yes".
A few days afterwards, I drove to work to get my paycheck and made a detour into Berkeley. I found the studio and walked in. The young, college-age woman at the counter asked if I needed help. I told her I wanted to get a PA. She replied "that's really cool" and went to find the piercer, John. While he set up his space, she had me fill out the paper work, waiver, pay for the piercing and jewelry and take my ID.
A few moments later, while I paced the waiting area, the piercer came out, introduced himself and pointed me toward a booth in the rear of the shop. Inside, he had sprayed everything with disinfectant, including the dentist-type seat in the middle of the booth. He told me to drop my pants and have a seat, which I did. The piercer handled my dick and started to describe the procedure. He marked the spot where he planned to run the needle through, then took a caliper out to measure the distance to the opening of my urethra. H then called the woman at the counter and asked for correct size jewelry to fit the measurement he'd taken. While waiting for the jewelry, the piercer described each step of the PA piercing and began laying out and opening a sterilized needle, receiver tube, cork and other stuff. He sprayed everything again with disinfectant. While sitting there, pants around my ankles, and my dick hanging out, the woman from the counter casually walked in and handed the piercer a sealed envelope with a 12ga Stainless Steel Captive Bead Ring. We were ready to get started.
He first took the receiver tube, put a little ointment on it, and slowly slid it into the opening in the end of my dick. The nerves in my prick lit up with the feeling of a cold tube sliding inside. John then took the needle and got ready to stick it through the underside of my dick. He counted to three, then I felt the needle punch through the flesh in my dick. It only hurt a minute and I saw a little bit of blood. As John removed the receiving tube from my dick, I saw the sharp end of the needle poking out of my Urethra. John put the cork on the needle while he got the jewelry. A little bit of blood began running down my prick. John removed the cork and then pulled the needle out of the freshly pierced hole, quickly following it with the SSS ring. I felt him tugging on my dick as he used a pliers-type tool to compress the ring around the bead until the tension kept it in place. As quickly as the procedure started, it was done, and now I had a stainless steel ring hanging out of the head of my penis to show for it.
John cleaned the blood off the piercing. He was very pleased with the piercing and asked if he could take a picture or two for his portfolio. I agreed. He called the woman at the counter to fetch his camera. She came in and watched as he snapped a couple of shots of my freshly pierced cock.
When he finished, he wrapped it lightly in gauze to keep the blood from going through my shorts & jeans, and reviewed aftercare. At his recommendation, I picked up some antibacterial soap at the store and went home.
Was my wife surprised when I dropped my pants to expose a shining ring dangling through the end of my prick. She didn't think I'd do it. She couldn't wait for 3 weeks to pass before she could try it. Healing went without a hitch, and with a minimum of pain and discomfort.
After over three years, I've upsized the jewelry to an 8ga Circular barbell and I like it every bit as much as I did on the day I had it done.