I had recently just seen my first pa in a bizarre documentary on the johns(hustlers) of Santa Monica Blvd. I found the pa to be something that added a lot of aesthetic value and fell in love with it. A week after this I left the city that I had been living in(Baltimore) with the intent of never returning and definitely making some changes in my life. I ended up in NYC and was staying with a friend in the East Village.
At A Glance Author ip86 Contact ip86@bme.anon Artist don't remember Studio andromeda Location St. Marks in N.Y.C. The first night that I was there, he had to go to work and I decided to walk him so that I could get an idea of what was surrounding me. We were about halfway down St. Marks and talking and laughing when this guy standing outside a piercing/tattoo shop handed me a little flyer that was for 10% off all services. I realized then that this must be a sign from god, I had to get a pa.
The next day I woke up, fixed myself a drink, jerked off one last time, showered, got dressed, and got my friend who had agreed to come and hold my hand while someone attempted to gauge a whole through my now frightened penis.
We got there and I was given the aftercare speech by the most beautiful man(all modded up) that I have ever seen(and still think about to this day). After paying and waiting for the piercer to set up, we went into the room in the back. The room was a lot like that at a private practice doctor or a dentist's. She told me to drop my trousers and have a seat. By this point my terrified penis had gotten smaller than I'd ever seen it before. -This is one of those times in your life when you just feel like "you need a hug".- We were sitting in complete silence and my friend- who always says strange things at awkward moments- asked the piercer if she pierced a lot of anusses.
THE BIG EVENT
First she cleaned my penis and then inserted what apeared to be like a one-sided q-tip with some kind of solution on it inside my urethra. Finally after all of the anticipation I had been having I grabbed my friends and and from this point looked back at his face for the rest. She let the q-tip thing sit there for a few minutes to open the hole a little better and then removed it. Throughout it all she told me what she was about to do and also while she was doing it. All in all, she was very comforting, either that or she didn't like the awkward silence. She then told me to relax and that she was now going to pierce me. Of course there was no way that I was going to relax, and so I braced myself. Then she did it and placed in the jewelery. I was in complete shock. Not from being pierced, but the fact that IT DIDN'T HURT. I never asked anybody before if it was a painful piercing, I just assumed that it would(seemed logical to me at the time). She wrapped me up and then we proceded to leave, all the while trying to get used to the weight that I had never felt at the tip of my prick. I felt great, but was completely unaware of what was to come for me.
When we got home we decided to have a few drinks in celebration of the event. Soon after,the drink that I had earlier decided that it was time for me to urinate. Now, I had assumed that it was going to sting a little, and that there would probably be some blood, but I really wasn't prepared for it. I went into the bathroom and dropped my pants and proceded to unwrap my neatly packaged cock. I was completely overcome with how much blood that there was. I bit my lip and kept my cool and wahed it off in the sink(after washing my hands with antibacterial soap first of course), then sat down to piss. I figured that I ought to sit down at first. My bladder was about to burst, but I kind kept holding it in nervously. Finally I released and the second that the urine passed over the fresh piercing I screamed "F**K". It burned more fierce than gonnerea. I sat there a minute afterwards reflecting the event and finally got over it and once againe packaged it back up(with fresh gauze).
I had planned to meet some friends at a bar nearby, and figured that I could handle it if I had to urinate in a public bathroom. I decided to wear pants with huge pockets that I could stick some spare gauze and a small bottle of antibacterial soap in. At the bar we were all having a good time(and it better have been for the $8 you pay for a drink in Manhatten) and laughing when I had to piss againe. As I got up to piss I had a strange feeling and asked one of my friends to join me. This time when I opened up my little bundle of joy, it was almost like it was swimming in blood. The sight was too much for me and I passed out(the large quanities of alcohol that i was consuming probably contributed a little to my overreaction). I awoke three seconds later to find my friend tripping out above me and then helping me up. I decided to call it quits for the night and headed back to the appartment.
Everyone says that no one's healing is the same for person to person or piercings, and don't even try to compare them. I think the reason that I bled so much(it didn't subside till I was well into my second week of having it) was due to my somewhat incesant drinking during that period in my life. I have since had both my nipples pierced and had a frenum piercing. So I obviously was not so upset that I decided never to get another piercing. I love my piercings a lot and really do enjoy the sensation of being pierced. I definitely recomend getting a pa if your interested in genital piercings. Also look into the frenum piercing. I had good luck with that piercing.
It healed extremely quickly and there was virtually no blood(also it doesn't go through the urethra, so you don't have to deal with the stinging during urination). good luck.