Aching for it

It’s been 9 days since I was pierced. It feels as if gentle teasing would be possible now, though I feel pretty certain Bear will want to wait a while longer. I continue to boggle at the rate a PA heals at.

Bear, for his part, wants no part of touching my cock while it’s healing. He’s touched me briefly for a second or two, and once indulged me by resting his hand on my cock for a full half minute. I am used to frequent teasing, and I miss it. And, that’s part of the arrangement: Just because I want my cock played with doesn’t mean that happens.

Case in point, Bear was in bed reading Sunday morning, and I started playing with his balls. Before long, he was getting hard, and I asked for permission to suck him off. Which he gave.

I lie down with his left leg draped over my torso, so he can touch my cock if he wants to. Ever hopeful, me. And start by kissing his cock and balls, then giving him a few good slow licks before taking him into my mouth.

I am fully, achingly erect while I suck Bear off. He is moaning and getting very much into what I am giving, and then he grabs my head with both hands and starts fucking my mouth, hard. I am no longer sucking him off now. It’s all I can do to keep my teeth off him. I can’t move my head at all.

When he comes, he releases me enough that I can take him deep, burying my nose in his crotch. I stay there for as long as his orgasm lasts, and gag a bit towards the end. Then I surface for air, and lick him clean. I thank him. He squeezes another drop of cum from his cock, and I lick that up, too.

And during all this, he doesn’t touch my cock once. I am still achingly hard. I know my erection won’t be played with. I feel an up-welling of submission and gratitude. I offered him pleasure and he took it, and that is so very right.



That burning feeling

Day 6 since I received my PA piercing, and it’s continuing to heal well. Yesterday evening, I had an itch in my urethra and the urge to piss although my bladder was empty. I was hoping this was just the wound healing, like the itch you get when something scabs over, and not a urinary tract infection. I used wound wash for a third time that day for good measure, and about an hour later the symptoms stopped. I felt greatly relieved.

This morning, touching the jewelry is still tender, but no longer painful. Night-time erections, likewise, are tender, but no longer painful. I’ve asked Bear for permission to wear the cock ring around the house again, and he’s given it.

I am amazed at how fast this is healing, and I love the way the jewelry looks. I can hardly wait until this is healed enough for Bear to start teasing me again. It’ll take another week, tops two, is my best guess.



It’s Day 4 since receiving my PA piercing. I had switched to boxers yesterday to help with the pain of getting the jewelry caught in my boxer-briefs during nightly erections. That change helped. It still hurts getting hard, enough to half-rouse me from sleep, but it’s a lot less unpleasant than it was.

I met a vendor rep at a bar yesterday, and used the restroom there. I had read so much about needing to learn to piss again, I was worried I might splash on my dress pants or shoes, and make a spectacle of myself.

I need not have worried. I can piss almost exactly as before. Urinals are, hurray, not a problem. Okay, not a big problem. I am so excited about seeing the jewelry in my dick that I started getting hard, which made it more difficult to piss. A weak stream of urine gets diverted by the jewelry to go down rather than straight out, but still hits the urinal, not me. A normal stream of urine goes straight out. There’s no leakage from the bottom hole, which is covered by the ball of the jewelry and my foreskin.



Dihydrogen Monoxide

Day 3 after receiving my PA piercing, and there’s precious little to write about. I drink inordinate amounts of water, some of it as sports drinks to keep my trace elements up, and piss like a race horse. There’s a little bit of burning when pissing, nothing bad.

Nothing has changed in the way I piss, either. I always sat down, since I’m the one who’d have to clean up the inevitable mess anyway. I still piss in a single stream. I think that’s because I am uncut, and because of the jewelry Bear chose, which has a ball on each end. My foreskin holds the ball close to the hole in my dick, and so the stream has nowhere to go but where it always went: Out the front.

Morning erections are a pain in the dick and wake me up. There’s always a bit of blood. The pain is from the jewelry getting caught in my underwear as I get hard, not from the erection itself. Now that I no longer bleed as a matter of course, I have switched back to boxers and will see whether that’s more comfortable.

Bear has given me back the cock ring I gave him for safe keeping. “It’s not like you’d be wearing this right now anyway,” he said. I’ll wait until I am entirely pain-free during erections before telling Bear that I can start wearing the ring in the house again.



My shower looks like something out of a Hitchcock movie. There’s a thick coating of blood, some of it coagulated in ropes, and spatters on the sides. A blue latex glove full of blood is threatening to tip over. I am squatting, trying to clean up the mess with the shower head, and more blood is running from me in a steady stream.

Maybe I should back up.

We started the day with breakfast at our favorite place, and then went for a leisurely hour of paddling our new kayaks on a local lake. After that, it was time for groceries, and then the lawn needed to be mowed.

And only then was Bear ready to get into the car with me and make the trip to Piercing Emporium, to get the PA we’ve been talking about. The place comes highly recommended, and I wanted to get the piercing there rather than at a closer studio without much in the way of recommendations.

I had spoken with Marc, the piercer, on the phone a month or so ago, to get advice on what to do and bring on the day of my piercing. Which boiled down to be hydrated, have eaten a meal, wear supportive underwear, and bring a maxi pad or two.

Intake is simple: I got a choice between circular and captive bead barbell, and 10ga or 8ga. Marc will not pierce at anything larger. Bear chose a plain circular barbell, and I chose 8ga, since that will heal more quickly than 10ga. I was also handed a bottle of wound wash.
Marc changed the choice of jewelry to a curved barbell instead, which I didn’t even fully realize until three days later. I think that was a good call given that I am uncircumcised. The curved barbell allows the foreskin to stay in place as it has before.

Marc has an extremely professional manner and engaged me in small talk to take my mind off what was going to happen to my dick. He marked the insertion point, and told me why he had chosen that point: There was more room on the left side of my frenum for the ball of the jewelry to rest than on the right side.
He told me he’d  put a receiving tube into my urethra, and that this could be uncomfortable. It was unpleasant, and I went “ouch” at one point.
He told me to breathe steadily and, after telling me to take a particularly deep breath, inserted needle and jewelry on the exhale. The pain was intense, “jeebus is this done yet” level, and lasted for maybe two seconds. I tensed up all over, and was glad the piercing itself didn’t last any longer than it did. Marc told me to relax. I took me a few breaths to be able to do so.

Marc told me the jewelry was made of “implant-grade” titanium, and that I did not need to remove it even for an MRI, as it was non-magnetic. Good to know, though I hope I won’t be in a situation to need an MRI while this is still healing. For aftercare, I am to drink a lot of water. The urine will help with wound care. And I should use the wound wash, which is just salt water, twice a day externally.

Even right after the piercing and with my penis bloody, I already loved the way the piercing looked.

He advised against soaking the piercing in salt water. This would make the cells swell and delay healing. That contradicts advice I have seen online. I will listen to my piercer for proper wound care.

By then, the gauze he had applied to the tip of my penis had thoroughly bled through. He offered me a “chicken comb,” a latex glove with some gauze pads in it that goes over the penis to catch blood.

By the time we were home an hour and a half later (it turns out we needed to pick up dog food and mulch on the way back), I had bled through my maxipads, and through my shorts.

Which brings me full circle to my attempt to clean up in the shower. I knew PA piercings bled. I hadn’t expected it to bleed quite this much.

I removed all of the coagulated blood, and used the saline spray. By the time I was done, I had a full erection. Which didn’t help the bleeding any. On the upside, becoming erect did not hurt at all.

I changed the dressing two more times that evening, in between watching the Patriots find their feet against the Saints. It was a bloody mess of gauze every time.

Around 4AM, I woke up with a morning erection, and with thoughts of the bleeding having stopped in my head. Which turned out to be wishful thinking. It took another two full gauze rolls before the bleeding was reduced enough that I could go back to bed.

I woke up for good around 7:30. This time, the bleeding had stopped. I could pee, and it wasn’t a river of blood. I used saline spray and manually removed coagulated blood. After the cleaning I just had a few drips of blood from the penis, not a steady flow. So little I could stop it with some tissue.

So far so excellent. A good 12 hours of bleeding, but now that’s done, my clothes and the bathroom rug have been stain treated and washed, and all I have to worry about now is to drink water, keep the wound clean, and keep wearing maxipads for the “spotting” of blood that still happens.