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Stroke it while we do it?

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Stroke it while we do it? by TakartaOn a whim, while accomanying a freind to get a navel piercing, I was broadsided with the notion of getting a Prince Albert piercing done. My friend is an attractive young woman and I was rather surprised that she suggested it. I thought she was kidding. "Why?" I asked. "For shits and giggles. C'mon, you're not seeing anyone right now, you don't have to worry about anyone being left out. I'll pay for it." I shrugged. "Alright, whatever." She laughed and clapped her hands. "Cool!" A few moments later, when a big burly, biker guy came out to do my friends navel, I was a bit disconcerted. This guy's gonna handle my dick? No one but one male doctor has ever toched my naughty bits and I've had female physicians ever since. It's just not an area of comfort for me. "My friend here wants to get a PA too." My friend said to the man. He looked at me and I gave him an uneasy smile. "I don't do those, Michelle does them." The biker said and lead my friend away to the piercing room. I sighed with relief. Since there was no one else in the studio, I assumed Michelle wouldn't be there to do the piercing for me and I was off the hook. I started wandering around the studio, looking at the tatoo designs on the walls. As I was wandering the front door opened. In walked a thin brunette with broad curles in her hair than went down to her mid back. She had some fast food in her hands. She looked up at me standing in the lobby and smiled. Good God she was hot. Blue eyes and high arched eyebrows. High cheekbones and full lips painted pink. "Hi." She said. "Hello." I said back, stuttering a little. "Can I help you with something?" She asked me. I began to worry again. "My friend is getting a navel ring. I'm just waiting." I said. "Oh, okay. If you need anything let me know. My name is Michelle." And she smiled again and went behind the counter. My eyes got like dinner plates. A few moments later my friend walked out of the piercing room with a big smile on her face. She was holding up her shirt exposing her flat stomach and newly adorned navel. "I did it! And with no screaming at all!" She said. I laughed and turned to head for the door. The biker stopped me. "Hey, buddy. Michelle can do your PA now. Did you tell her?" "Uhhh, no. I didn't." Michelle stood up from where she was eating and looked at me, grinning slightly. My friend put her hand on her hip and took on a tone of you little sneak. "You wanted a PA?" Michelle asked me. I felt all eyes on me. "Ummm, okay." I said. "Well, come on back then." She said and turned to open the small dividing door between the lobby and the studio. I stood slightly frozen, but I went. My friend grinning the whole way. Michelle checked my ID and had me read and sign a waver and then she took me back to the little room. It was as typical as I'd heard. A dentist chair, counters and sinks, and etc. I stood there like a complete dope with my arms crossed, watching her set up the room. She had a small tray on wheels which se sidled up to the the chair and arrainged. "Come on over, don't be shy." She said, smiling. I inched over to the foot of the chair. "Well, i can't do it like that." She said, teasing. "You'll have to take down your pants and underthings and sit down. I fiddled with it, but I finally got them both down to my ankles. I tried not to look at my exposed self, I knew it was a humiliating scene. She got right to work. She wiped down my dick and scrotum with a cleaning solution and put some lube on a small cylinder and pushed it into my urethra (which I didn't find uncomfortable, despite what I've heard on BME). She had a small watercolor pencil which she used to make a mark on my penis. She took a small hand mirror and showed me the mark and asked me if it was okay. "Fine." I said. She lined up the needle and told me to take a few breaths. I felt a slight pinch and it was done. She inserted the jewlery and wrapped up my newly adorned thingy and said that was it. I pulled up my pants and thanked her. Outside my friend was waiting. "I didn't hear a scream." She said. "'Course not." I said, smiling. My friend paid and we left. A few weeks later, the piercing had healed a bit and I was able to wank without pain. I started thinking about the experiance and the more I did, the more it turned me on. I began to jerk off almost daily with only the memory of seeing this gorgeous girl handling my flaccid cock. When April rolled around I did my taxes and realized I would be getting almost $3,000 bucks back. Once I started thinking about what to do with it, the thought jumped in my head. I'm gonna get another piercing! I called up the place where Michelle worked and she answered. I told her who I was and did she remember me? (it'd been about four months). She said vaguely, but what did I want now? I had decided on a hafada. I like the way they look. She said it wouldn't be a problem and she could take me the next day at five o'clock. After spending a nervous day at work I raced over to the studio and waited while Michelle delt with some girls who were underage but trying to get thier navels pierced anyway. Finally she told them no and that if they didn't have parental consent, they couldn't help them. The girls looked frustrated but hung around the lobby anyway. Michelle looked at me and then remembered. "Hafada, right?" she asked. "Yep." I looked at the girls and they looked confused. One of them picked up a piercing brochure and began looking through it. Apparently she found hafada in the book and showed it to her friends who all looked up at me simultaneously smiling. I smiled back at them and nodded, enjoying the attention. "C'mon back." Michelle said. I went through the usual stuff and waver and followed her into the piercing room. I'll skip the details because it was fairly uneventful. But I did ask her about a couple other piercings like a mid-scrotal. She said that they were easy but took a little longer to heal than the PA. As I left I looked at the girls stil waiting. They were silent, watching me walk out the door. As I left, I had a giant hardon. In retrospect I thought about how approachable Michelle was about the procedures and how she talked so candidly about having to ask guys to get erect for Ampallangs and Apadravyas. How many had to contintually stroke themselves until the procedure was almost complete. "The worst part is, they end up with blue balls that last a month with those piercings because of where they are. They can't just go home and release the tension, like you can with the scrotal." As I stroked myself to orgasm once again, I imagined a fantasy about getting a couple of piercings at once, and being not only hard, but full on jacking off while it was done. I had decided to get the ladder anyway, starting with four along the mid seam down to a guiche. I called up Michelle and she said. "I knew you'd be back, you're going to be one of my best customers." "I think so." I said. I told her what I wanted. "Groovy. I might just have to close up the shop for all that!" "Well," I said, thinking on my feet, "that's one thing I wanted to talk about. The last time I was there there were those girls there giggling and it made me a little uncomfortable. Is there something you can do about that?" She thought a moment, "Yeah, why don't you come in at closing and we'll just do it then." I nearly jumped out of my skin. "That's perfect." I said. We set up the appointment and I waited, nervously and impatiant as usual. When the time came, I went in and sat waiting while Michelle unhurriedly closed up the shop. I was tapping my hands on my knees and my feet wouldn't stop moving. I also felt a slight boner pushing against my leg. I wasn't sure how to deal with that. Finally she came up to me and laid a hand on my shoulder, which I thought was a little odd. She'd always been friendly, but it never crossed to that kind of physicality. "You ready?" she asked. "As a man about to get stabbed can ever be." I said, standing up. She laughed and slapped me on my back. "You're a funny guy." she said. And without taking her hand off my shoulder, led me back to the back room. Once the door was closed, I noticed that all the tools were set up already. She went over to her stool and sat down. "Now because of the guiche, we have to do this a little different. You have to get up on the seat in a doggystyle position which means you'll have to be free to move around a bit." "Oh?" I said, not really understanding. "Yeah, so I'll need you to remove all your clothes this time." She said so matter-of-factly that it took a second to register. I hadn't thought of this before and when it hit me my heart jumped. Dropping your drawers for a few moments is one thing, but being completely bareassed in a room lit by flourescent lights is a total other. "Oh." I said, barely a whisper. She sat looking at me for a moment. Silently amused at my reaction. "Anytime your ready." She said, and laughed. I snapped back to attention and hesitated, then kicked off my shoes. I pulled off my shirt (thank God I'd been dieting), went for my pants, then decided this was going to weird enough and kicked off my socks too. I dropped my pants and pulled them off. Still standing in my boxers, I went over to the foot of the chair. "Are we doing the guiche first?" I asked. "Dealers choice." She said. "Guiche first." I said. I reached for the waisteband of my boxers and pushed them down over my semi-erect cock. Knowing it was at half-mast I stayed bent over, thinking I could hide it between my legs as I crawled up onto the chair. Michelle swiveled herself around behind me and using a Q-tip, poked at my perineum. "When you feel the magic spot' tell me and that's where the piercing will go, okay?" "What magic spot?" I asked, still realizing my odd posture. "Well, this piercing is special. If we put it in the wrong place it won't feel as good when you're having sex. So when it feels good, tell me." "Okay." Was all I could think to say. She continued poking, slowly. After a few pokes i felt her free hand rest itself on my ass cheek. I looked between my legs and realized her nose was about three inches from my ballsack. She was studying the skin of my perineum with all the gusto of a microbiologist. Suddenly I felt something. "Wait," I said. "Go back." I felt the Q-tip move. "Here?" She asked. I felt my whole pelvis come alive with tingling. I looked between my legs just as my dick began to engorge. I caught her eye beneith my scrotum as my dick swelled up and began pointing right at my face, throbbing with my heartbeat. "That's got to be it." She said. She giggled once and I blushed, but I couldn't help feeling exremely aroused. She marked the spots and told me to breathe. This one surprised me with how little it hurt. Almost less than the PA. "All done, turn over." She said. I shrugged and climbed down facing away from her. I looked down at myself and began to feel extremely embarrassed. I still had a raging boner. "Time for the others unless you've changed your mind." She said. Carefully, I tried to back into the chair without turning around. Unfourtunately I couldn't see the lip of the chairs stand and I tripped over it and fell right into Michelles lap. She was in the process of changing her gloves and had just taken them off as I tumbled and she caught me. I was now sideways across her legs with my ass between her thighs. She had one hand on my shoulder and the other hand landed right on my erection. "Oops." I said. "I've seen a lot of erections, don't think yours will astonish me. It's perfectly natural, and I don't care. I'm not insulted. In a way I have a right to be flattered. So don't worry about it okay?" "Alright." I said. Still embarrassed, but put somewhat at ease. I climbed out of her lap and into the chair. She bent over and began examining my scrotum but since I had rapidly lost my erection, my balls had, for some reason dropped down as far as I'd ever seen them. She kept having to push my dick out of the way to get at the skin along the seam, and then she kept losing the seam because the skin was so loose. "Shit." She said. "What?" I asked, still watching. "This isn't going to work like this." She said still examining. "Like what?" I said, curious. "Well, you're skin's too loose and I can't find the right seam." She sat back and looked me in the eye. i could tell she was thinking. Finally she said, "can you get it hard?" I just raised my eyebrows. I'd fantasized about that very thing many times over the last months. But i did'n't want to miss any part of it now that it was happening. "How?" I asked, barely holding in my eagerness. "Uhh, rub it. You know. How you usually do it. Do you need to be alone?" "No! I mean, no that's alright. To be honest, it'll probably help with you here." "Okay." Was all she said. I took up my cock and began dry stroking it when I had an idea. "Ouch!" I said sharply. Michelle jumped. "What is it?" "My finger caught on the PA, it's too dry." Michelle looked over at the tray. There was a bottle of Astro-glide on it for the stretchings and PA's. "Would it help to have some lubrication?" She warily asked. "Yeah, I think so." She reached over and grabbed the bottle and said; "Hold out your hand." I did. She squirted some in my palm. "Is that enough?" I looked. "A little more, please." and she squirted more into my waiting hand. Inwardly I was giggy as a school boy with a new frog. Outwardly i was trying my best to be nonchalant. I circled the lube around my cockhead and wet the PA I started a slow pumpl rhythem. It only took a few seconds until I was hard. But unfourtunately my balls didn't come up. "That's weird." I said. "Yeah, keep trying." I almost laughed at my good fortune. But I just kept on stroking until I realized that I was getting really, really, really turned on and felt at any moment I could move into the orgasmic plateau. I looked down and saw my balls finally start to rise. "Okay, that should be good." Michelle said. She bent over and set to work finding the locations. All went well for the first two. They were more painful, but I realized that I must just have a high tolerance for pain because it really didn't bother me that much. "Do you need a break before we do the last one?" She asked. "Sure, but just a quick one. Can I have some water?" She got up and got a paper cup, filling it with tap water. She handed it to me and while I sat there with a glistening cock while a gorgeous 22 year old folded her legs and straightened her utensil tray, i sipped tap water. I finished my drink and set the cup down. "Okay, ready when you are." Michelle looked up at me and turned towards my member. Once again flaccid. Once again, balls like oranges in a burlap sack. "Shit." She said again. She motioned to my hand. "Could you...again?" This time I allowed a smile. "Sure." I said and motioned to the Astro-glide. She picked it up and squirted a small portion into my palm and I set to work. This time my balls rose a little quicker, but my turn-on from before came raging back. I was so hard it was hurting. "Do I have to keep doing this? to keep it up?" I asked. "Not once I have the holes marked." She said without looking up. "Can I keep doing it anyway?" I couldn't believe I'd said it, but it was out before I knew what I was saying. Michelle looked up at me from her lowered position. She thought a quick moment. Then looked back down. "I don't care." She said. I almost fainted. She honestly didn't mind if I jerked off while she pierced my balls! I picked up my semi-hard cock and pulled on it a few times. Then started an all out full on stroke. Pumping up and down like I'd never done it before. Michelle stopped what she was doing and instead of meeting my eyes as her professionalism had always insisted, she watched me stroke my cock for a few moments, then said; "hold it a sec." She brought in her pencil and placed two small dots. "You were bouncing. Go ahead." She turned to grab the foreceps while I continued stroking. "Hold it again, please." She said, and applied the foreceps to the marked area. Once they were lined up to her liking she said, "alright." I started pumping again as she picked up the needle. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder and tilted her head to have a good view of the piercing area. I was so turned on my hips had started to involutarily buck slightly with the impending pressure in my balls. "You might want to stop while I do this, or you could end up with this needle in a wholly wrong part of your body." I was so close, I didn't want to stop. I kept stroking for a second. Her eyes went down to watch for a couple strokes. "I think you should do it right when I go off, I'm almost there, and I'll tense up, it'll be perfect timing, I won't be able to move as I'm letting go." She shrugged. "Don't get any on me, okay? Aim up." I laughed at that last bit and she smiled. The first sign that she was enjoying this unique situation. She sat back and just started watching my hand move up and down my cock, needle in her hand. "Almost," I said. "Almost there." She leaned foreward and took the foreceps in her other hand. She pushe her knees up against the inside of mine and scooted foreward so she had my legs pinned wide apart. She put the hand with the needle on my upper thigh and waited. I watched her do all this with total astonshment. Was I dreaming? This couldn't be true. I felt the orgasm coming and i tried to relax my lower body. I watched Michelles eyes watching me and I felt the haze come over my eyes and then i yelled, "it's coming...now!" My dick started pumping streams of come onto my chest and stomach. I kept my eyes open, of course, and saw as Michelle, quick as a cat lean down, find the dots between the foreceps and stab the needle through. The pain intensified my orgasm by immeasurable amount and I began to come harder than I'd ever imagined possible. Michelle sat back on the stool and watched as I slowly came down. A grin stretched across her face. My body relaxed and i came back to reality. "Oh, man that was intense." I said. "It looked like it." She said, still smiling. "Are we done?" "I still haven't put in the jewlery. Hang on." She quickly picked up the ring and slid it through, closing it. She looked at my chest. "I think you need a paper towel." And laughed. I looked down and my entire chest was covered with beads of cum. it was running down and pooling on my stomach, around my navel. She got up and got a few napkins and helped me wipe it off. When I went to clean my dick she stopped me. "What?" I asked. "It has to be sanitized again." She took my cock and meticulously cleaned it from top to bottom, then she took some solution and wiped it carefully from the base to the tip of the piss slit. By the time she was done I had a raging hardon again. "Boy you don't quit do you?" She asked, laughing. "I can't help it. This situation is just so erotic. I don't know why." "Some guys find the clinical stituation erotic. Hetro guys sometimes get boners with male piercers. It just happens." "Well, they don't all look like you, or there wouldn't be any sometimes." I said. "That's sweet," she said, "but they don't all get hard." "Any of them do what I just did?" "Just you, none have ever asked before." "Why did you let me?" I was now really curious. "I don't know. I thought it would be interesting. This is a short time world we live in. We should get to do as much as possible. It's not like you were hurting anyone." I thought a moment. "If I come in next week for another hafada..." I wasn't sure how to say it. "I don't care, if you like." And she smiled again. Then I noticed something about her. her hands were resting palm down on both her knees. Except, instead of their usual stillness and grace, her fingers were rapidly drumming on her kneecaps and her feet were bouncing slightly. I thought like mad at how to bring it up. "I, uhh, well, going back to what you said about us being short-timers in the world, what if I were to suggest something, would you get mad?" "After today, bring it on." She seemed to be waiting to hear with earnst. "Well, in some ways, you could join in on the fun. I don't mean like anything specifically sexual, but if you wanted to get naked too, and, uhh, do yourself or something, it might be kind of interesting." My voice was so low it was barely audible by the time I finsished speaking. She smiled slightly, "perhaps...something like that. " She pushed her stool back. "Pull up your pants and pay me, dude." And she smiled again.