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I'd post in the Philadelphia area section, but it looks like there's no one that checks it. Going to be at a hotel near the gayborhood Wednesday-Friday (Nov 18-20) next week- are the bathhouses good to visit? What bars are worth heading to? Any tips welcum!

Ben Browder, Farscape TV series.

I agree, some look great, others don't, it's hard to know until you actually see it. This story is based on a real life event, went to get new jewelry, that was the description of the piercer, even made the balls and teabag jokes with him, I couldn't tell if he was flirting with me or not. The earlobe exam and sex, pure fantasy though.

I did my research and found a good piercing shop, Scorpio Body Art. It looked as if they not only provided safe piercings, but they also provided great tattoos. No appointment needed, and they were open on Sundays. Perfect. So on Sunday, my day off, I committed myself to going through with it and getting a piercing. I was gonna do it. I drove into downtown and finally saw the sign for Scorpio, but must have driven around the neighborhood a dozen times before I finally found a free parking spot about half a mile a way near the University. All the metered parking was taken, and the rest was permit only or blocked-out by a fire hydrant. Clearly I was still not used to this town. I just moved from St. Louis to Boston. I needed a fresh start since my life had changed unexpectedly: I had been devastated when I learned my boyfriend of almost five years had cheated on me. I'm a total bottom and he's vers. He would occasionally ask me to flip with him, but I couldn't do it. While I'd be rock hard as he pounded my hole (and, to be honest, a slight breeze up the back side of my shorts gave me a hard-on), topping was a different matter. It wasn't for the lack of trying or caring. I just couldn't top. No matter how hard I was, no sooner did I approach his ass than my cock would deflate. About six months ago, he stopped trying to get me to switch. I thought he finally accepted my role and was prepared to enjoy what we had, but apparently he found someone to scratch the itch I couldn't satisfy. HIs infidelity was made clear when routine blood work a month or so earlier had revealed I was HIV positive. So, I was making changes, and now I was gonna get my first piercings: my ears. I had noticed more and more guys with pierced ears, particularly here in Boston. It seemed like there were more who were pierced than who weren't: from ear studs to stretched lobes, the piercings look hot, and I was determined to also look hot. After ten minutes of walking, I finally saw the sign for Scorpio Body Arts. There was a bike chained to a street sign in the front, and a couple guys sitting in front of the falafel place next door, smoking and eating. I took a deep breath and walked in. Loud rock music filled the shop. "Welcome to Scorpio, how can we help you today?" A pudgy but pretty girl asked from behind the counter. She looked like the computer geek from NCIS. "Yes, I'd like to get my ears pierced today. It's my first time." "Oh, wonderful! We'll take good care of you. Here's a list of rates for piercings. Earlobes are forty for one, sixty-five for two. We can autoclave everything at once, and the price includes basic starter jewelry. Your piercer will help you chose pieces and answer any questions you may have, but first, I need you to fill out this form." Most of the information was basic: contact information, allergies, medications... and medical conditions. I had to lie. I couldn't say I had HIV. I can't say it. I can't write it. It's just too soon. Besides, the piercer will, regardless, be wearing gloves and be taking safety precautions. I finish the form, signed it and handed it back to the clerk. "I'll get the piercer. Please wait in the seating area, or you, if you want, you can browse the display of jewelry." I looked at the display of everything shiny that was on display, and was so immersed I was startled when a young man's voice broke my attention from the gemstone display. "You must be Dave. Come on in to the studio and we can get ready." I followed this young man into the room equipped for the piercing procedures. He closed the door behind us. The procedure room contained a doctor-style examination table, a few counters and a bunch of organizational cabinets. I sat on the table, trying to look relaxed. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He was two or three inches shorter than me, about five foot, five inches tall, with a compact muscular frame. He looked the part of a body artist, with, a couple piercings in his eyebrows, a few on his ears, a septum ring, his ears had rings 3/4" wide. A couple tattoos came up from his collarbones up his neck and had a sleeve tattoo. His hair was a cropped mohawk, I guess that's how one would describe it, very tightly buzzed on the sides and about an inch tall in the center in a strip about an inch and a half wide. He grinned brightly. He was missing one of his front teeth, but his puppy-soft brown eyes made it unnoticeable. "I'm Bryn. I'll be doing your piercing procedure today. So you want earlobe piercings? Any style that specifically interests you?" He watched me intently, he probably noticed I was watching him intently. "Like the captive rings. I think I want to stretch after a while, I think that might look hot." Bryn grinned at that. "Let me see what we can do." Bryn started looking for the right jewelry. "I like to start with a 14 gauge, 1/2 inch diameter..,." His fingers were walking through the small drawers. "I was away for a week and a half and the other piercer got everything mixed up." As he bent over to check some of the lower drawers, I admired the top of his lightly fuzzy crack that peeked from between his jeans and tee shirt. "What made you want to get pierced today?" "Well, a lot has changed. A bad breakup. I just moved to the area for a fresh start, and I want to do something for myself. I'm really just starting to get used to Boston. It took me half an hour to find parking!" "I hear you. I cycle in when the weather is good, I get to park right up front. Sorry about the breakup. It always sucks. My girl just dumped me too. All for the better. She turned into a nag. I was about to kick her to the curb, but she saved me the trouble." Bryn stood back up and smiled, "I found everything we need. We can change the color, and this size fits two sizes of beads," showing me the jewelry he had selected which was in the palm of his hand. "I kinda like the bigger balls." I said with a smirk as we made eye contact. "And I like blue... Or blurple! Let's do that." Bryn started to assemble the pieces, swiftly anodized the color and placed everything in a cartridge to autoclave. It took fifteen minutes, and as we waited he gave me the details of the procedure and aftercare. "If things get irritated, make some chamomile tea and place the teabags on the area. It can really help." "I've never been teabagged like that before." I replied, with an even more intent smirk. He caught my play, and returned my smirk. "There's room for a lot of firsts!" Bryn commented, and then asked "So, do you have any questions about the piercings at this point?" "Kinda. My ears can be a little sensitive. Do they get more sensitive as they stretch, like yours?" "I do feel them more. My girl actually was grossed out by them, so if you're wondering about that. I don't know. We got 12 more minutes. Would you want to feel my earlobes? You know. Strictly for a professional understanding?" My heart just jumped. This hottie, Bryn just asked me to feel his earlobes? I stood up and pretended to play cool. "I guess if I can help out some." And I slowly lifted my hand up his torso, making sure to feel his tummy and chest. He didn't have a six pack, but he did feel very solid. A brief brush against his pec felt very firm. I guided my fingers up to his ear and started to caress along the hoop. "No, silly. If we're going to find out, we gotta do for reals" Bryn sat his hand behind my neck and pulled me in to his right side and I started to kiss his neck and licked and nibbled to his ear. Bryn's breath seized and his whole body stiffened. He regained control and continued to guide my mouth around his ear. "I guess it did get more sensitive!" I started to pull away and we were both panting. We looked at each other and laughed. "Well, that's one ear, we need to see about the other!" I said brazenly. "Yeah, we do, but, I want to try it a little differently." He grabbed my hand and maneuvered me behind him. I took his cue and leaned over to start nibbling on the left side of his neck. He moaned in approval. I continued up his neck, and we started shifting around for more contact. I heard something fall, Bryn must have bumped into a box of supplies or something. Suddenly I feel Bryn's hand moving toward my jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and started rubbing my dick through my briefs. I moaned and started sucking on his neck and ear even more aggressively. My left arm wrapped around him and my hand began to grope his solid belly. I opened my eyes and saw Bryn grab a lubricant, it looks like what he uses to slide tight jewelry in, and squeezed some into his hand. He managed to pull my briefs down and started to stroke my hardon behind his back. My right hand crawled up his side and I caressed his pec as he stroked me. Leaning down to nibble a chew on his ear was straining my neck so I spread my legs apart and pulled him in tighter. I started fucking his hand and we were moaning uncontrollably. Bryn squeezed more of that jewelry lubricant on his hand and continued to let me fuck his hand. He turned his head so we could kiss. His hand clamped down on my dick and sent me deeper into lust. I started pushing harder into him and I tightened my arms around him. He felt perfect, he fit in my arms, his waist and chest fit into me, it felt like we were perfectly pressed into one another. Where my pleasure ends and his began didn't matter, we were one. I started bucking into him, I was about to come. He could tell. With his left hand, Bryn pulled my head to kiss him as deep as I could, and suddenly I just released. I started to shoot the hardest load I have ever shot. Bryn was panting and leaned over the examining table. I looked down. At some point I slipped into him, I had started fucking Bryn. I was still inside him. I bred him. I didn't know what to think. That fuzzy muscular ass was wrapped around my dick. My cock twitched inside him twice and I felt a little more cum ooze into him. The autoclave beeped. It was done. Bryn reached down to pull his jeans back up and switched back into professional mode. "Well, as we said, lots of firsts! Never done that before. Now let's wash up and prepare to make you shiny!" Within five minutes, breathe and pinch, and I had new earrings! "Now, call or stop by if you have any problems!" I grabbed a pen and slip of paper from the counter and scribbled my number on it. "If you want to check up on me, just let me know, too." I winked at Bryn. He opened the door to the studio and let me out. "Will do!" He smirked back. I paid the receptionist and left a $30 tip. She smiled and said, "They look great, you're almost glowing!" "Thanks!" I said as I left Scorpio. Glowing for sure. Oh no. I lied on the paperwork.

I am a cycle commuter and I've fallen in love with a prostate stimulating plug- it seems small but it aims directly at the right spot. Narrow flat base... Slip on my cycle shorts and take the bumpy roads!

Beautiful piece! Remember, it's okay to be (slightly) bi, it's okay to be top-only, and you don't even have to suck guys either. It's okay to use men for your own selfish pleasure. What number in line am I? (Hehe)

I'm a cycle commuter, too. I know everyone's different, but with padded cycle shorts, my 4gauge PA isn't a problem... Nor is the prostate stimulator on bumpy roads, but that's another story.

As with any piercing, there are different levels of 'healed'. With my PA, I waited two weeks before wanking off. It was about a week and a half before all bleeding stopped after tinkling. Most piercings take 1-2 weeks to stop bleeding and scabbing over, 1 month-ish to form delicate initial top layer skin, then 3 months to a year for full, final healing. Blood flow, hydration, good diet for healing helps. The penis has a lot of blood that flows through it, so it does heal fairly quickly. But for a couple months, even if all seems to heal quickly, treat your penis like your baby. Minimize tearing and scarring, and long-term things are a lot better, especially if you want to stretch.

Also good for college wrestling.

On men, the piercing often goes behind the actual nipple. Mine were done with straight bars which actually pushed the nipple out. Some smaller nips may be done with a curved bar. Talk to your piercer about what you want, what kind of long term jewelry you want after healing, any stretching, etc etc. the piercer' job is to make you happy with being shiny. In terms of pain, mine did hurt a fair amount. They were achy for a few days. I find it important to be in a zen state, relax for deep smooth breaths, pain is temporary, focus on your breath and let go of tension, tension worsens any pain. It's part of the experience and is about living in the moment. Breathe and experience. I've been pierced 9 times, both nips in one session. I took one nip ring out, it closed and I had it redone. In my experience, tongue hurt most, then nips, frenum, PA, ears then labret. The labret surprised me- pinch and it was in. Everyone is different, though. Good luck! Let us know how things go!

I had a boyfriend who loved to do this, 8 1/2", it felt intimate and wonderful. I couldn't fall asleep, always too stimulated, but feeling him comfortable and gently breathing. Anytime his cock twitched, my whole body would and wake him up.

Squirtle.

Only once have I gotten double penetrated, was with a top couple, they were alternating in me, one wanted me to ride him. He pulled me down to kiss, he then locked his arms around my torso as his boyfriend started pushing in. Both were in the 7.5-8" range. It was an unusual feeling- intense, not painful like I expected it to be but I felt my hole at its limit. I'd be down for another ride!

While I'm often more overtly attracted to masculine guys, I also find fem guys attractive. Fem to me is softer, gentler, I often associate with introverted personality. Then there is queeny behavior, which I associate with stereotypical posturing- guys, especially under 25, acting how they think a gay guy should act. Not into this.

I'm torn on how I feel about septum rings... Especially here in the Boston area, it's almost counterculture cliché to see- 2013-2014 everyone who has multiple piercings now has one. A lot of them, it looks like a metal booger I want to flick. Some, it does look rough edge or exotic and does look hot. I got earrings and a labret 4 months ago, have a PA since 2007, tongue ring since 2002, used to have nip rings. The labret is a black star sapphire, it blends in a touch with my facial scruff a little. For the ears, currently, I have blurple captive bead hoops, but I'm planning to do mild stretched plugs- not big, thinking plugs that are big enough to let some light through. No tats yet, not opposed, but I don't see one on me at this time. Body art IS very personal. You have to see and feel it. Obsess about it before doing it. Otherwise it's not worth the pain and you won't appreciate the experience. But since you're asking for thoughts, I stand by my thought that your tummy would be cute with a navel ring.

I think that societally, we're getting dysfunctional in building relationships- extended adolescence, college until you're 40... People are afraid of relationships and divorce, the majority of Americans are single. People mistake infatuation for love- I've been verbally slapped by friends who rush into things when I tell them to slow down, make sure it is love... With the heteronormative of girl -> emotion -> sex -> relationship v. guy sex -> emotion -> relationship not being a functional mechanism (growth and compromise) it's hard for gay relationships to work under the typical assumptions. Who asks whom out? The top asks the bottom? Etc etc. I've tried barhopping, online, it's all the same. I wish I had answers more than these observations. All I want is an interdependent relationship- we both chose to serve, love and respect each other. Until then- bring me loads.

If you were my boyfriend, I'd think a navel piercing would be cute, but that is different than general sex appeal.

In the heteronormative world, bottoming is seen as submission; being the receptacle of penis is effeminizing. Real men don't do that. I don't overtly announce I'm a bottom to my straight friends because I don't want to explain or reeducate their perception, and unless they're going to look for a guy for me, lol. It's not out of shame, rather laziness and not wanting to give a 15 minute crash course in gay sex every time.

"I'm usually a bottom!"

Oh, by no means do I just sit there like bait, I was talking to a few people and was engaging too. I wasn't even being a wallflower but two minutes. If I notice someone noticing me, I do say hi to them in the very least. I'm not an S&M queen, that is, Stand and Model. I simply can't break this top persona I seem to carry- that's the hard part.

I was wearing a light blue tee and relatively loose jeans. I have very thick cyclist thighs so it's actually tough for me to wear bum-flattering jeans. Maybe I gotta shop harder.

So I went out this passed weekend and went to a bar I've not been to yet, been in this city and haven't gone out much, hate always going out alone. I made it a mission to get plowed. Showered inside and out, preludes, a couple preparty drinks and went on out. Walked into the bar and got a reaction I've never had before, about half the bar checked me out earnestly. Got a drink and slinked over to a slightly open area and started to read the crowd and watched a couple boys playing pool. A couple guys walked by to check me out, I grinned letting them know I was friendly, lol. A few guys seemed to take turns beelining to me when I was open, I dropped a line that I was a bottom, they would be too... Two guys said that if I weren't in a gay bar, they would have thought I were straight. No loads. So... Am I going to have to get a POWER BOTTOM tee shirt or something to get the right attention? Anyone have tips on body language or anything? Help me get bred!!!

I think the reality is there is a social shift. People under 40 grew up with overexposure to TV, Internet, etc, that they have lost sociability. Millennials are the least promiscuous generation in history. Gay relationships are more and more accepted so the counterculture of "can't get married, so let's screw around!" isn't the norm. I'm 35, and I find I have a hard time even talking to people... Online chats go something like: "How's your weekend going?" "Ok." "I went to the park and got a lot of sun, how about you?" "U 2?" I dunno. I just think people are broken.

Thanks for all the comments, reads and likes! I'm tempted to double dip in this storyline, but I'm not sure how to keep up the mind-tease and depravity to par. I'm curious though, some of this has been edited, the first sentence was made into something choppy, one paragraph was completely inverted, seems to break up the way I was trying to foreshadow the ending. Not trying to be too much a diva, but who tweaked it?

Remember to breathe and relax on top of everything else. If it begins to hurt, slow down, use lube, breathe and relax. Be prepared and want it (want, not force). Many suggest you try sitting on him first, you get direct control on how much and how fast you take his dick. Good luck, you dirty slut!