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After seeing so many pictures of PA's on your website, I was disappointed to only find one PA story, and an ALL CAPS version, at that! Anywho, here's my story...
I'd been thinking about a PA for more than a year. I'd been to two different piercing studios in two different cities, checking it out and asking questions. I'm not big on pain, so I was sort of chicken -- on the other hand, I'm a sex fanatic, and I wanted to find a way to enhance things even more.
I'd convinced the girl I was dating to go with me, and we scheduled a day. In the days leading up to the event, she was asking more and more questions about it, finally deciding to get one herself -- a vertical hood.
We made our way into the piercing studio, and she wanted to go first. Down with the drawers, up on the chair... and five minutes later, my girlfriend was in tears, with one new hole in her body. There was a lot of blood, and I was nautious... woozy.. and .. you guessed it -- I wussed out.
(Incidentally, I made breakfast in bed for a WEEK, as per our "wuss out clause", made before the big day.)
Anyhow.. Fast Forward 6 months -- new girlfriend and all. I'd broached the subject of a PA with her, and while she wasn't exactly excited (mind you this was a question based soley in THEORY), she said she wouldn't run screaming if she met a guy who had a penis ring.
Taking this as a "Go ahead honey, get one", she went out of town for a weekend, and I made my way to Millennium Piercing in Fort Collins, Colorado -- my college town. I went alone (as to spare the embarassment, should another wuss-out experience occur). I inquired at the counter regarding the jewelry (I picked a 12ga 3/4 circular dealie), and said I'd like to get it done.. Now.
Now wasn't quite good enough -- a Saturday afternoon, they were a bit busy -- but she scheduled me in for an hour later. (This was the real test -- would I return??!)
Sure enough, there I was.. an hour later. I talked to my piercer (an apprentice, adorned with too many piercings to count -- I remember wondering how she got through airport security), and then to her teacher (a biker-type guy, about 45 -- turned out to be her dad of all things -- and he spent quite a bit of time telling me about *HIS* PA right in front of her!). We walked back to the piercing room -- pretty much what you'd expect. A dentist type chair, extremely sterile looking -- clean white walls, a sink, a trashcan, sharps container.. And I sat down. He mentioned that this might be easier if I'd take off my pants first -- he had a point -- so I stood back up and disrobed. (His daughter was a hottie... I was a bit worried about .. uhh .. something popping up while she was handling me, then either dieing of embarassment, or her father killing me -- Neither attractive options.) Anyhow, they pick out a needle and a receiving tube, and tell me how things are going to go. Receiving tube in the hole, needle through the bottom (where she put the little blue dot, *just* off center to avoid problems with it laying funny), ring follows it through, and SHAZAM.. we're done.
In hindsight, it went mostly as they'd described it, though it wasn't much what I expected. You'd think the needle would hurt, but that's before you have a 10ga receiving tube inserted in your urethra. It probably goes in less than an 1", but I'd have sworn it was in far enough to tickle my tonsils. At that point I was BEGGING her to get to the needling, just to end the pain from having that HUGE TOOL in my ... well... huge tool. "You'll feel a small prick," she says, then after a brief pause, mumbles, "... probably a first for you" with a sly smile. (Probably a line, but made me smile and took my mind off the wincing pain I was experiencing..)
She pushed the needle through... like a warm knife through buttah, and took out that godforsaken tube (*whew*!), and the pain was (mostly) over. She fumbled around with trying to get the ring through, and while I chose not to watch, I wasn't in pain anymore, so I could have. They tightened the ball on, she took off her glove, backwards (while holding my member), stuffed some gauze inside, and tied it all in a knot. I was instructed not to touch it for as long as I could stand it, and to drink a lot so's to pee alot, which cleanses it. Wash 3x daily with antibacterial soap, 10 rotations each time, and NO ORAL SEX for a month.
I pulled my pants back up, we finished our conversation, and I went out to pay. The lobby was crowded with college freshmen wanting to be like everyone else.. tattoos and navel piercings and the like. I told the lady at the register what I was paying for, and she said she was proud -- she hadn't even heard the screams. At this, the crowd behind me wanted to know what I'd had done, and was enthrawled at my tale... I strutted across the street, into my car, and drove into the sunset.
AFTERCARE
I got home about ten minutes later, and promptly ripped off the bandage so's to admire my newly adorned penis. (Hey -- it *was* as long as I could wait!)
I decided my first pee would be best in the shower, so I fired it up and got in. It took me a minute to get up the guts to actually pee, but once I got the stream started, it wasn't that bad -- in fact, it didn't hurt at all. I did get some bleeding, but not extreme amounts.
I turned off the shower (still bleeding), and toweled off (still bleeding). I couldn't exactly put my clothes back off (still bleeding), nor could I go anywhere outside of my tiled bathroom, as I was now profusely bleeding out of my penis. (The water must have diluted it in the shower -- there was a LOT of blood.) So now I'm stranded in my bathroom, naked, damp, bleeding, and alone. Thinking fast, I cup my hand under my penis, and bolt to my bedroom. I take an old (yet clean) sock out of the drawer, and wrap it around my member. I rolled up the top end, and it held reasonably well, and served as a bandage. This trick would serve me well for the next couple of days.
After the "stranded in the bathroom" event (a story still good for a couple of laughs with my friends), the healing period was mostly uneventful. After day 2 I had almost no bleeding (though I was WAY oversensitive), and after day 4 or so I didn't have any pain, unless I yanked it the wrong way.
I drive an SUV, so stepping up into the car would give it a yank sometimes, causing a brief pain -- easily cured by slowing down a bit.
I gave my PA it's inaugury yank on day 3 with no problems. (Incidentally, probably the only time I've gone three days in YEARS without a good yank..) We had sex for the first time on day 5, to much pain and profuse bleeding on my part. (We were using unlubricated condoms -- not only hard to find but NOT an experience I'd like to repeat.) Ditching the unlub condoms and going commando (so to speak) probably put me in some sort of grave danger, but made sex possible, and also made me 100x easier to live with. We went several days without sex (thank god for my right hand), and finally after about 10 days were able to have sex (as long as I rotated the piercing so the ball was pushed aginst the bottom, and the excess was sticking out the front) painlessly. I was a bit freaked out that it would move around while I was inside her, such that he would "swallow" the ball, but rotating it would spit it right back out again. Painlessly, but freaky the first few times you see it.
Now many months later, I can say that my PA is mostly asthetic. It doesn't do much for me sexually, nor my partner(s). I think it is a great turn on, just looking at it, and I would certainly repeat the whole experience.
If you've any questions, feel free to e-mail me.
Submitted By: Mike.
Experience Added 02/03/2001