Piercing by nature

Just a little story on how I got my foreskin pierced When I was a boy, we would go to Grandpa and Grandma's farm for the summer months. It was ideal for myself and my two older brothers and there was litterely forty acres to play in. As soon as I was out of sight, I would shed my clothes and run naked for most of the day in the sand dunes and bush at the back of the farm. It was fantastic! The only downside was the mosquitoes and wood tics. The mosquitoes weren't that bad as they didn't seem to feast on me, but the wood tics. For those who do not know about these little buggers is that they suck blood, and how they do that is that they burrow into the skin and feast on the blood. They are insidious, for they cause no pain when they burrow into the skin, so you do not know they are there. I had to check for these little critters every evening before I went to the farmstead. One day, I checked myself over, and being a young boy with a growing interest in my genitals, I played with them. To my horror, I felt the telltale bump of an embedded wood tick. I looked and saw that it had burrowed into my foreskin. It must have been there for a while, for it had gone out the other side. Well, I quickly dug it out but the 'wound' never did heal over and I had a hole through by foreskin. Later in life I would put jewelry in the hole....That is how I got my first and only piercing.