Bareback Exchange

Pozzing Party

I was a horned-up witness to a Pozzing at a friend’s house the other night. The NEG was a young Stud, early 20's, shackled to a Rack, while his legs, splayed wide, were bound back over his head.

The 6 POZ Tops ranged in age from twenties to early fifties, and lined up to take their turn. Each Top received a bubble-wrapped Viagra which he could consume or save for later. The booby prize for The Bottom was The Gift. One guy, designated The Administrator, kept The Bottom plied with Poppers. An audience of about a dozen folks egged on the Participants. They also played musical Cocks to keep each other hard.

A small puddle of Lube and Cum pooled on the Rack under the tweaked-out NEG as he panted and moaned about “being bred.” As the Tops spent themselves, they dressed and left. One stayed behind for Sloppy-Seconds.

A bunch of us were in a circle-jerk, stroking and sucking while we felched The Bottom’s Ass. When the last Top shot, we moved to unshackle the NEG whose legs fell like lead-weights to the carpet. Someone asked him if he weren’t afraid of AIDS.

"Hey, with the new Meds it’s a manageable thing—like diabetes or high blood pressure. I can handle that. No big deal."

I wonder if this isn’t a growing trend among the younger generation. They see healthy POZ dudes in the pharmaceutical ads and read about all the medical advances, and conclude, “It's no big deal, anymore.”


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