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“Wait… I’ve got to what?” Riley was laughing at me, and it was pissing me off, but I had to get through this. Just one week, and then I’m in.
“You have to go get your dick pierced.” He was acting like this was a normal thing to ask a pledge to do. “Hey, if you don’t want in, don’t do it.”
“No, I’ll do it… I was just surprised. Can I ask why?”
“No.” He handed me a card for a tattoo shop—Ink & Steel. I took the card and left. I still had a few hours before my first class, and the hours on the card said they were open. The place was small and out of the way, tucked halfway down an alley with a neon sign above the door reading “Tattoo.” I walked in and a small bell jingled.
“Hello, there.” A muscular guy in a black tank top was walking across the shop. He had a faint accent, but I couldn’t place it. My guess was that he was around twenty-five.
“Uh, hi. I need to get a piercing.”
“Excellent. I thought I was going to have no business this morning.” He laughed and crossed over behind a glass case of jewelry. “We have all kinds. What kind of piercing are you wanting?”
“Well… I was going to pierce my, that is, my uh… penis.” The last word was almost a whisper, and I could feel myself blushing.
“Ah,” he chuckled. “Let me guess, you’re joining fraternity?”
“Yeah.” I kept looking down.
“No worries. Happens all the time. Do you know what kind of genital piercing you want exactly? Prince Albert?”
“No!” I laughed nervously. “I know what that one is.”
“Let’s see…” He reached into the counter and pulled out a short, straight barbell. “I would suggest a frenum piercing. It’s in the skin right below the glans, yes? Short, simple, heals quickly. Not much pain, and it won’t make you pee funny.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Excellent!” He put the barbell back in the case. “I am Domascus, but everyone calls me Doma.”
“Derek,” I held out my hand and shook his.
“Nice to meet you, Derek. Follow me and I’ll take good care of you.”
“Um, how much is this going to be?”
“Well, it’s $30 for piercing, and then jewelry… I tell you what, you just promise me you come to me for any piercing you want in the future, or recommend me to people looking, and I’ll give you free jewelry today.”
“Wow, that’s great!”
“It’s good you came here. I’m the best. You’ll be happy with your frenum piercing, I promise. It’s one of those things that is scary until you get it, and then you wonder why you never did before.” We went into a small booth, and Doma pulled the curtains closed. He started to pull out needles and the like, all sealed in plastic, and got ready.
“Ready to go?” He asked me. I took a deep breath.
“Yeah.” He waited a second, half smiling.
“Sorry, you need to take off your pants.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry.” I blushed again and pulled my jeans and underwear to my knees.
“No worries. It’s your first time.” I sat down on the table and started taking deep breaths again.
“Relax, this won’t hurt much at all, I promise.” He took a needle with his gloved hand and moved his other hand to my penis. I looked away, creeped out by a guy touching me. “Take three deep breaths,” he instructed me. I did. “One.” He counted as I breathed in and out. “Two.” I was looking up in the corner. “Three.” He pressed the needle through on my third breath. It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as I was expected too, and I let out my last breath as a sigh of relief.
“That wasn’t so bad.”
“I told you. The thinking is more frightening than the doing.” I looked down as he slipped a barbell through the hole, screwing the end up, and then dabbed at the jewelry with a bit of wet cotton. Something was strange, though. As the jewelry went in and I watched him cleaning the area, my cock started to get hard. Before he was done it was sticking straight up like a pillar. There were two metal beads visible on the underside of my cock, right below the head and on either side of the wrinkled bit of skin connecting my shaft to my cock head. I really liked the look, but then I realized how hard I was.
“Oh! I’m so sorry.” I was mortified.
“Don’t worry, it happens all the time. It’s common with this piercing. It makes you more sensitive.”
“Oh. Can I?” I pointed down at my pants.
“Sure. Just be careful, it’s a new piercing. When you’re situated come back out front. I’ll give you care instructions so it can heal clean and fast.” He patted me on the back and walked through the curtain. I tried to get myself to go soft, but I couldn’t. Any touch to it felt amazing, and it was starting to drip. Finally I gingerly tucked it across my hip in my underwear and pulled up my jeans. If I looked carefully I could see the outline of it, but it wasn’t that bad. I kept my shirt un-tucked to help hide it.
“Here you go,” he handed me a small plastic bag as I reached the counter. All instructions are here, everything you need. Now, that will be $30.” I handed him my card and thanked him for all his help.
“Come back if you have any problems or ever want anything else. I do tattoos too.”
“Thank’s, Doma. I will. And I’ll tell lots of people to come here.” I walked out the door and got in my car. By the time I got to the dorm lot it was time to go to class. As I was walking I felt flushed, and then I realized my cock was still hard in my pants. I pulled my shirt flap aside and noticed a wet spot soaking through the denim. Doma said it made you more sensitive, but, damn, this was too much. It’s like anything touching my cock was making it feel great.
I sat in the back row, for once, and pulled my jacket over my lap. Professor Carson was lecturing about the history of radio today, and it was so hard to concentrate on it. I moved my hand under my jacket and just placed my palm over the length of my hard cock. It felt so good. I gently bounced the pressure up and down, careful not to be seen. Then class was over. It was like a flash. I stood up and stretched, waiting for the aisles to clear so I could get out of the lecture hall. When my arms came back down I noticed a guy in the next row looking at my crotch with an astonished grin on his face. He walked my way, the longer way out of his row, and spoke to me as he passed.
“Gee, looks like somebody really gets into radio.” He didn’t stop, and as he melded with the exiting crowd I looked down to see what he was talking about. My shaft was hard and my jeans had bunched while I was sitting. The shaft was very obvious, and there was a huge wet spot right over the head. The guy’s words flashed through my head again, and I saw a twitch run through my cock, followed by a small gush of pre-cum that made the wet spot bigger. Fuck! I readjusted my jeans and covered my crotch with my shirt again. I made my way back to my dorm.
I couldn’t believe how horny I was. I hadn’t gone soft since I left the tattoo shop, and my jeans were soaked. I got back to my dorm and was relieved to find my roommate gone. I locked the door and stripped off my pants. I sat on my bed, my back against the headboard and my legs splayed in front of me. My cock was sticking straight up and I started looking at it. A line of wet pre-cum was already dripping from the wet head down the top of my cock. It was so hard. I was big, eight inches, and thick, but I couldn’t remember ever seeing myself this hard before. The color was darkening, rich, and veins were standing out prominently. I gently took my fingers to it and started playing with it. I ran my fingers up, and down. Up, and down. It wasn’t long before my hand and my cock were slick from the spreading pre-cum. It felt so good. I circled a finger around and over my piercing, making an infinity symbol around it over, and over, and over, and… Oh my god! Cum started firing from my cock in ropes, shooting up, up, up, and then falling down to shower my cock, hand and abs. Then the door opened.
I looked up in horror and my eyes met my roommates. He was staring at my cock as it continued drenching me in cum.
“Sorry!” He slammed the door. I was embarrassed as fuck, but that had been one of the best orgasms of my life. I quickly cleaned up and gathered clean clothes. I didn’t notice until I was pulling the underwear up that I was still rock hard. I tucked my shaft sideways in my underwear again and then pulled on the jeans. This time I made a point of wearing a long shirt. My roommate was in the hallway, looking down, his face red.
“Dude, I’m so sorry.” I blushed again.
“Don’t worry about it. We’re sharing a room, it was bound to happen eventually.” The awkward silence went on, and we couldn’t seem to meet each other’s eyes. “Well, I’ve got class. Later.”
“Yeah, later.” He walked into the room, and I went on to class. Every step was making my cock feel so good again. When I couldn’t see anybody around me I lifted my shirt to check—the wet spot was back and growing. When I got to the English building I couldn’t take it. I wasn’t going to make it to class. I rushed into the bathroom and into a stall. I was going to be late, but I couldn’t help it. I sat on the toilet and started gently running my hand up and down, the fingers curved so I was brushing as much of my meat as I could, but gentle so they wouldn’t pull or hurt the piercing. I loved the way it looked. Doma had steered me right. Before long I felt my balls drawing up and pleasure growing to levels I’d never experienced before. Cum started firing from my cock before I could remember to lift my shirt, so I ended up showering my shirt with cum. It took several minutes for my cock to finish, and then I looked down in horror. Cum, all over my shirt. I started cleaning it off with toilet paper and got it as clean as I could. It wasn’t good enough. I would have to wear my jacket zipped up to cover this. As I pulled up my pants and stuffed my still hard cock to the side, I realized that meant I couldn’t press against my cock under my coat. I was disappointed.
It was just as hard to pay attention in this class, and the class was too full to risk getting caught touching my hard cock. I just kept thinking about it the whole time, my eyes glazed as I stared forward. My cock was so awesome. Big, hard, and the piercing looked so sexy. I had never felt like this about my cock before, but there was no fighting it. It was pulsing in my pants, stretching against the fabric and in turn getting stiffer from the stimulation. It was all I could do not to moan. When class was over I rushed out and back to my dorm.
I cautiously opened the door, remembering what happened earlier. I was alone! I stripped and lay back on my leaning against the headboard so I could see my cock as I played with it. The piercing looked so damn sexy, my cock felt so good. I couldn’t imagine how I’d been so hard all day, or how I had pumped out so much cum, but it didn’t matter. My cock was wonderful. I ran my fingertips up and down, both hands on both sides. It was hypnotic. No thoughts. Just me, pleasure, and my wonderful cock. My fingertips were dancing around the base of my shaft when the door opened again. My roommate, again. His eyes went wide, and I followed them to my shaft, to the small metal beads visible right beneath the swollen, purple head. I pulled my hands from my cock to explain myself—no idea what I would say—but he kept staring, apparently stunned beyond words, and then my cock twitched and started jerking and spewing between my legs. Cum went everywhere—all over the bed, all over me. Some hit my face. He backed out without saying a word, silently closing the door. I cleaned up and got ready for my final class. He was gone when I walked into the hall.
I had changed shirts again, so I got to keep my jacket over my lap again. I wasn’t paying any attention. My palm and fingers ran down my length and pressed down, then released. Down, and release. It felt so good. The tips of my fingers were wet and slick. When everybody around me jumped to my feet and started rushing from the room I was startled and pressed down too hard. I bit my lip as I felt my cock start firing in my pants. I groaned, but it was missed in the commotion of everybody rushing to leave. It felt like I was pumping gallons into my pants. When it was over, nearly everyone was out. I lifted my jacket and looked down. The entire right side of my pants was a wet spot. The cum soaked denim was clinging to my cock, which was still hard, of course. I rose and felt cum running down my right leg. I pulled on my jacket and tried to take a round about path back to my dorm so nobody would notice my soaked pants. When I opened the door, I couldn’t believe my luck. The room was mine again. I stripped and started playing with my cock again. It was a few hours until dinner, so I just slowly played with it. It wasn’t long before my entire shaft was wet and my fingers were dripping. I wrapped my left hand around my shaft and started stroking myself with my slick pre-cum.
It was amazing. I kept holding back, not wanting to waste it by cumming too soon. I glanced over at the clock. Dinner had already started thirty minutes ago. I’d been jerking off for two and a half hours! It was time. I sped up and started frantically stroking myself.
The door opened, again. My eyes met my roommate’s, but I couldn’t look at him for too long—a large gush of cum showered across my face, blinding me and dripping down into my mouth. I’d never tasted it before, it wasn’t that bad. Shit, how could it be when it came out of my amazing cock?
“Okay, dude, do we need a sock on the doorknob policy or something? Three times in one day is a bit much, don’t you think?” He shut the door behind him, angry enough to overcome his embarrassment.” Even though he was angry, he kept looking at my cock as I wiped cum off my face.
“Dude, I’m so sorry. I had to get this or I was going to be out of the frat,” I pointed to the piercing, “and it’s got me horny as fuck. They said it makes you more sensitive. I’m just not used to it yet.”
“Why did you need that to be in a frat?” He raised an eyebrow. I looked down at my cock and saw it jump. It looked amazing with cum all over it.
“It was just to embarrass me and see if I would go through with it. That’s why they call it hell week.”
“Doesn’t look like you’re in hell to me.” We both blushed. I pulled my cum stained shirt from my hamper and cleaned myself off.
“Look, dude. I really am sorry. I’m just not used to this thing yet, I’m not normally like this.” I was pulling on fresh clothes, stuffing my cock into the underwear.
“It’s okay. Sorry I got so pissed.” He went to his desk without looking at me and started typing a paper. I got my stuff and went to the dining hall, still mortified, still hard. I was exhausted after dinner, so I decided to just take a shower and go to bed. I took a shower stall in the back so nobody would see my hard-on and get the wrong idea. The water felt so good running over my body. I started touching my cock, relaxing in the hot water until I was blasting ropes against the shower wall. I dried off, pulled on some boxers, stuffing my cock into them, and went back to my dorm room. My roommate was at his computer, headphones in his ears, still typing. I climbed into bed and fell quickly into a deep sleep.
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