A snowy night in 2002 and a bottle of lubricant and an old 6 gauge ring and a strong desire to put it in my penis. Generously applying the lubricant to the ring and penetrating the urethral opening with a swift, subtle, deft movement of my fingers, i ejaculated. I was pleased. The girlfriend was pleased. She had always wanted to get her 'clit' pierced. I apparently wanted to get my dick pierced. That ring felt excellent, such a sensual sexual weight.
At A Glance Author Jef Contact Jef@bme.anon IAM Jef When Five years ago Artist Rick Gilmour Studio Adorned Location Calgary
Two days later, a plan had been struck. Friday night. 4 day weekend. Empty house. Payday. Appointments made. Everything was set as we made our way down to the studio. Trip was uneventful. Studio stairs and nerves in our throats. Butterflies and a contagious sense of apprehension. Small talk with the counter girl, lovely young lady, while Rick processed customers, assembly line, we waited our turn. She was first. Excited to get her clit pierced. Turned out, as it usually does, she meant her hood.
I was to hold her hand and she mine, and we entered his room. Black leather doctors table, leather reclining table, set up, stirrups up, in another context this could be highly sexual. Boots off, tights down, panties down, skirt up, hop up honey he said. She did her thing, yelping and I did my thing, holding her hand, easing her, apparently it hurt, but I was too wrapped up in my own sense of imminent sexual anxiety. Maybe a sucker, maybe a juice, maybe a banana later, when all was done, she was up, hop down, skirt down, panties up, tights up, boots on. Time for me to play the mimic, sans tights and panties.
Pants down. Hop up. I should have shaved. Oh well. Gloves on, tray set up. We had previously decided on an 8 gauge ring, pierced at 10, and immediately stretched. Iodine rub down, medical massage. Tray set up, gentian violet droplet, generous helping of medical lubricant, needle, ring, taper, receiving tube, all wrapped in the pretty blue backed plastic tape wrapped package. Pants down, penis flaccid, foreskin roll back. You have a large frenum, he says, we have to pierce slightly off side. Left or right? I went left. Left seemed good. Glove change. Toothpick stained purple little dots half inch down from the urethra. Glove change. I can't remember if he used latex or pvc. New gloves, receiving tube inserted and ready (a pleasure in and of itself), needle armed, taper primed, ring anxious, we started some deep breathing exercises. In. Hold. Out. Stop. Repeat. In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... One more then we go In... Out... In... Pierce. Silky hot steel slowly sliding through skin. A sharp fiery pain. Breathe... Hiss out air. A small pop as it breaks through. Time to taper. Once again, keep breathing In... Out... In... one more Out... In... This hurt a thousand times more and I yelled out crushing her hand in support. Out... through hissing clenched teeth needle in tube out taper through primed and waiting. i felt bad for my dick. Smooth supple jewelry transfer, snap the bead on and a cool wet wipe (baby wipe?) too cool it all down. A condom to pair with her pad, don't want bloody clothing.
Aftercare is covered as a matter of course but I didn't listen. We paid what we owed, and went for dinner where in I filled my condom with a generously erotic dosing of blood. Dinner was awkward as we really couldn't sit in anyways resembling comfortably.
The next week or so was hell for me. Pissing was either some form of severe karmic retribution where I was forced to urinate molten steel or at best, wildly uncomfortable. I found peeing into a glass of warm salt water was the most gentle, but it presented its own unique challenges. Aftercare was only a soak a day. Sea salt. Warm tap water. 15 minutes a day sitting cross legged with my junk in a bowl. Very serene. The first time I pulled a scab from my penis, I almost feinted. The second time, I came. I had sex, unprotected (fluid sharing relationship), 1 week into the piercing. Probably not the best of ideas, but for us, the visual of blood and semen was far too appealing to pass up.
The next few months were a beautiful thing as I had a special little secret dangling between my legs, heavy enough to always be noticed. But all was not to be forever. The weight of the ring made masturbation difficult unless fully 100% erect. Otherwise it became downright painful. One night, about 3 months after getting it, I took the ring out to see if the piercing would secrete like a second hole. It was a good orgasm, a good learning experience, and I fell asleep. The hole closed up during the night, and in the morning, hung over beyond all good reason, I was not in the mood to taper it open. Death to my newest piercing. I mourned it as I vomited profusely into the toilet. 5 years later, I still bare a small indentation, a little circular divot, and it acts a sexual centerpiece, a coffee table book, striking up mindless small talk, pointless pillow talk. I'd do it again.