When I had my PA done, it was before cell phones or smart phones or a camera around every neck days. I think it was about 20 years ago now, but I know it was on Easter Sunday. I had been mentioning to some friends that I was thinking about getting a PA. A lot of people with no information about it scared me off several times. When I mentioned it to a guy who was a piercer while pouring a beer for him at the bar I worked for, he told me that if I wanted it done for free, I could have it done on Easter Sunday at a demonstration at the bar. He expected about 40 people and the jewelry and the procedure would all be covered. Being a young bartender at a leather bar in San Diego, I jumped at the chance. This stuff can be very pricey.
So the day arrived and I went to the bar about noon. the bar didn’t open until 2, so the only people there were those who were interested in watching the piercing.
Men started to arrive as the piercer got his equipment in order. People were asking me who was going to be getting pierced and I told them it was me. Being a bartender is a bit like being a minor celebrity, and I had somewhat of a following, so some were very happy that they were going to get see me stripped down on the bar.
The man told me to take off my pants and lay myself out on the bar. I’ve never been very shy about nakedness, so I dropped my pants and hopped up on the bar.
The piercer started by explaining what he was going to do… to the crowd and me. He had on his gloves and he held my penis up and pointed out where it would be done. I did get a little hard at this because I’m an exhibitionist at heart. He sterilized my dick head and down the shaft a bit with cold alcohol – chubby, gone. He inserted the half pipe rod into my piss slit (this stops the needle from going anywhere it’s not supposed to go. He told me to relax and slid the piercing needle through in one continuous motion. Did it hurt? Of course, but I can remember thinking that it was not that big of a deal. Some pain? yes. Go into shock pain? not at all. He finished by having the needle pull the piece of jewelry through the new hole in my dick.
I asked me how I was doing and I said that I was fine and he helped me sit up. I looked down to see the shining metal coming out my dick and started to get hard again.
I carefully hopped down from the bar and walked around answering questions from the crowd. The piercer talked about how to care for my new piercing, what to expect, etc.
Now I’m just walking around without pants amongst a crowd of men fully clothed. That’s a mild fantasy of mine so I started to get hard again. I drank a couple of beers at this point and continued talking to the men. I heard from a lot of people who had no idea what they were talking about who said that my first piss was going to be excruciating.
That made me think twice about hanging around drinking any more beer, and decided to go home and “be with my new piercing”.
I got home, still with the beers that I had drunk inside me. I sat down on the couch on a towel and watched some TV, but my mind was on my new piercing and I kept going from hard to soft and back again as I got accustomed to the sensations. the idea of my first piss hurting had got in my head, so I put it off and put it off until I could no longer wait.
I walked into the bathroom and readied myself for the pain of the first piss.
As the piss started, my dick bobbed a couple of times and then the full piss flow started. As it did a wave of the most pleasurable sensations washed over me and my cock went to full attention in a matter of seconds. I had to quickly turn to the shower as my full piss stream poured out of my hard dick in a free for all sprinkler head fashion. I finished, weak in the knees from the pleasure of it all. This was the first and only time I saw a tiny speck of blood.
I sat back down with my new best friend and cracked open another beer, but the first sensation would be far and away, the most pleasurable.
They had told me it would be weeks before I would even want to masturbate, but my hard cock had other plans, as I sat and watched my hardness pulse with the beat of my heart. I gripped my cock lightly and just moved the skin slightly up and down. I was certainly not ready to really whack the hell out my cock at this point, but soon the slight skin movement had me spooging a fat load. I slumped back on the sofa and watched as the last of the cum dribbled out the hole around the metal and down my shaft. I fell asleep then and there as my load dried on my body and cock.
As the years went by I never fell out of love with my PA. There were periods of time when I didn’t wear the jewelry. It was fun to get used to the sensation of it being in and then it was fun to take it out and feel those new sensations too.
Years later when I became a rabid intactivist (anti-circumcision crusader), I realized that part of my love of my PA is that when it was done, It felt as if a part of me that had been stolen, was returned. Maybe it was the weight of the ring or how it opened new sensations from my cock… I’m not exactly sure, but I know that I love this piercing and it will be a part of me until the day I die.
here are some beautiful examples of flesh and metal.