My sister and I were going to go get our upper ears pierced, so we went into this local piercing shop. The guy working there was a biker looking dude who only had one arm, and I told him we wanted to get pierced and asked him when the piercer got in. Then, he told me he was the piercer. So, I was thinking "I don't want this one armed dude piercing me." And then I told him we were just thinking about it and we weren't really ready yet. So, we just looked around the store a little bit and left. Then, we went to a real (read: two arms) piercer down in Hollywood. Everything was good.
A few days later, there were some complications and I had to make an emergency visit to the piercer to get it fixed. We went back into the local shop and the one-armed man was there, but we were in a pinch, so I asked if he could fix it. He put one of those prosthetic arms on with one of those little hook pincher thingies at the end. Well, he turned out to be one of the nicest guys. Just a real cool guy. He fixed the fucked-up ear, and did a great job. I started to feel like a heel that I was ever worried about him only having one arm.
We were chatting for a while, just us two girls and this one-armed piercing man. I don't remember how we got on the subject, but we were talking about his cock. He mentioned it had some piercings in it. He offered to show us, and since I was still feeling guilty that I dissed him earlier, we agreed to take a look at his dick. He shut the door to the front of the store, and started to undo his pants. Because of the arm, he had a little trouble with his zipper. I started feeling like shit because I don't know if I should help or not. This is the sort of shit that disabled people must have to deal with everyday -- and now I start to feel like a real bitch. In a couple minutes he managed to get his pants unbuckled and unzipped, and he started to pull out his thing. My sister and I inhaled with anticipation, leaned forward and looked.
Sure enough, his penis was pierced. But, the piercing was not what we were looking at. There was a crudely-made smiley-face tattoo right on the head of his cock. I shit you not. Two little eyes and a nose, looking right at my sister and me. I fought the urge to giggle, and were it not for the memory of the beating I took the last time I giggled when a guy pulled out his dick, I probably would have busted out laughing. My sister gave it an "oh my god", and it was one of those what-the-fuck? oh my gods. He explained to us that he got really drunk one night and woke up with his tattoo equipment sprawled around him and a happy-face on his dick. He said it hurt for a while after that. My sister and I thanked him, he put it away, and we left.
A few days later, there were some complications and I had to make an emergency visit to the piercer to get it fixed. We went back into the local shop and the one-armed man was there, but we were in a pinch, so I asked if he could fix it. He put one of those prosthetic arms on with one of those little hook pincher thingies at the end. Well, he turned out to be one of the nicest guys. Just a real cool guy. He fixed the fucked-up ear, and did a great job. I started to feel like a heel that I was ever worried about him only having one arm.
We were chatting for a while, just us two girls and this one-armed piercing man. I don't remember how we got on the subject, but we were talking about his cock. He mentioned it had some piercings in it. He offered to show us, and since I was still feeling guilty that I dissed him earlier, we agreed to take a look at his dick. He shut the door to the front of the store, and started to undo his pants. Because of the arm, he had a little trouble with his zipper. I started feeling like shit because I don't know if I should help or not. This is the sort of shit that disabled people must have to deal with everyday -- and now I start to feel like a real bitch. In a couple minutes he managed to get his pants unbuckled and unzipped, and he started to pull out his thing. My sister and I inhaled with anticipation, leaned forward and looked.
Sure enough, his penis was pierced. But, the piercing was not what we were looking at. There was a crudely-made smiley-face tattoo right on the head of his cock. I shit you not. Two little eyes and a nose, looking right at my sister and me. I fought the urge to giggle, and were it not for the memory of the beating I took the last time I giggled when a guy pulled out his dick, I probably would have busted out laughing. My sister gave it an "oh my god", and it was one of those what-the-fuck? oh my gods. He explained to us that he got really drunk one night and woke up with his tattoo equipment sprawled around him and a happy-face on his dick. He said it hurt for a while after that. My sister and I thanked him, he put it away, and we left.
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