In college, I went through a streak of getting piercings. First it was a the tongue, then more people got that. Then i got my nipples pierced, but more people started doing that. Finally, I went to get a Prince Albert.
A Prince Albert is a ring that goes into the urethra, and then exits from a hole on the underside of the penis, where the head meats the shaft.
I got my piercing on the Thursday before Memorial Day, and then went away for the weekend. It was tender, but not too bad. The problem is that I’m a grower, not a show-er. When I would get hard, the ring was too small, and would start cutting into the head of my penis. The weekend was a bit uncomfortable, but I bee-lined to back to the piercer on Tuesday after I got home.
The piercer in the shop when I returned was different that my original. She was a young hot blonde, that had a Suicide Girls thing going for her. She was very skinny, with tiny tits. No bra and a tight t-shirt showed hard nipples with piercings. A full-sleeve of tattoos covered one arm, and I saw more ink peeking out of her waist band on her hip bones.