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Back home, the days blurred into a monotonous routine—work, errands, quiet evenings alone in the house that still echoed with memories of my late husband. But Karl lingered in every corner of my mind, his touch a ghost on my skin, his voice a whisper in my ear. I missed him fiercely, the ache settling deep in my chest like a bruise that wouldn't fade. We bridged the distance with daily video calls, our faces lighting up screens across the ocean. 'God, I need to feel you again,' he'd say, his eyes dark with hunger, describing in hushed tones how he'd pin me down and fuck me slow, his cock grinding deep until I begged. I'd stroke myself for him, matching his rhythm on camera, our moans syncing despite the lag. 'Soon,' I'd promise, cum spilling over my fist as he unloaded on his end, both of us panting, connected in that raw, digital intimacy. Jax, Tomas, and Lukas popped up sporadically in my inbox—quick texts checking in, sharing laughs about old times. Mostly clean, friendly banter, but every so often, a flash of heat: Jax reminiscing about how my ass clenched around his shaft during that wild night, Tomas teasing about the way I'd sucked him dry while Lukas watched. It stirred memories, made my cock twitch, but it was Karl who owned my desires, his absence the loudest. Exactly 34 days after his last thick load had flooded my ass in that airport washroom, I dragged myself home from work, bone-tired in a way that went beyond the usual grind. My body felt heavy, off-kilter, like I'd run a marathon in my sleep. By bedtime, the fever hit hard—skin burning, chills rattling my teeth, aches throbbing in every muscle. Night sweats soaked the sheets, leaving me shivering and drenched. I knew it instantly, deep in my gut: seroconversion. My body was fighting, accepting the virus, that 'love bug' Karl and I had whispered about in our most vulnerable moments. Curled under the covers, I prayed it was his—his unmedicated seed taking root, binding us eternally. 'Let it be you,' I murmured into the dark, tears mixing with sweat on my pillow. It took four agonizing days to claw my way back—fever breaking, strength returning in fits and starts. I hauled myself to the clinic for testing, the sterile air doing nothing to calm the storm inside. Eight days after the symptoms started, my phone rang mid-afternoon: the clinic, summoning me for the evening results. My heart hammered as I sat in the waiting room, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Thoughts flooded me—Karl's intense gaze locking with mine as he thrust deep, his cock pulsing, unloading rope after rope of his viral cum into my willing hole. The memory hit like lightning; my dick hardened instantly, straining against my pants, tenting obscenely to the left. I shifted, but it only made it worse, the fabric rubbing the sensitive head until pre-cum leaked, darkening the front. When my name was called, I stood, erection bobbing visibly as I walked the hallway, every eye in the room flicking toward the bulge. Let them stare, I thought, a defiant thrill surging through me. In the office, the cute male nurse—lean, with sharp features and a knowing glint—handed over the envelope, his gaze dropping briefly to my crotch. He winked, smirking as he said, 'Congrats... or whatever this is for you.' I snatched the papers, pulse roaring: HIV positive. All STIs negative. A raw, animalistic sexual energy ignited along my spine, electric and primal, making my balls tighten and my cock throb harder. This was it—confirmation of the change, the mark of passion's price, and I felt alive, potent, desired in a way that bordered on feral. I bolted home, hands shaking as I dialed Karl on video. His face appeared, concern etching his brow until I held up the results, voice breaking. 'It's positive. I'm seroconverted.' His eyes widened, then softened with a mix of relief and fierce love. 'Fuck... is it mine?' he breathed, leaning closer to the screen. 'I hope so. God, I hope your body's carrying me now, my load making you mine forever.' Tears pricked my eyes as I nodded, the infinity necklace he'd given me—warm against my chest—suddenly heavier, a symbol come alive. 'It's you, Karl. I feel it. Your cum, your love, flowing through me.' The call turned heated fast, emotion fueling the fire. 'Show me,' he demanded, voice husky. I stripped, cock springing free, rock-hard and leaking. He did the same, his thick shaft already rigid, veins pulsing. We synced up, hands flying over our lengths, eyes never leaving each other. 'Remember how I fucked you that last time?' he growled, stroking faster. 'Bent over, my face in your hair, slamming in deep—no resistance, just your ass swallowing me whole.' I moaned, thumb circling my slit. 'Yes, filling me with your seed. Now it's part of me, changing me.' He groaned, pre-cum beading at his tip. 'Jerk that positive cock for me. Shoot your first load knowing you're mine inside.' The words pushed me over—orgasm crashing through, cum erupting in thick arcs across my stomach, my body arching as I cried his name. He followed seconds later, ropes splattering his chest, our releases mirroring the bond we'd forged. We panted, whispering 'I love you's, the screen blurring with happy tears. The next days blurred with follow-ups—more bloodwork, an appointment with the infectious disease specialist. She laid it out straight: viral load at 986,000, CD4 count holding at 524. 'We can start ART right away,' she offered, sliding over the prescription. But I shook my head, mind already on the red-eye flight I'd booked. 'I'm heading to Munich tonight. Two weeks with my partner.' She nodded, understanding flickering in her eyes. 'Be safe. Come back after to start meds.' The plane touched down in Munich under a starry sky, exhaustion from the overnight flight melting away as I spotted Karl in arrivals. He pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his chest, lips claiming mine in a kiss that tasted of homecoming and hunger. 'You're here,' he murmured, hand sliding down to grip my ass possessively. 'And you're mine—body and soul.' We tumbled into his apartment, clothes shedding in a frenzy. He pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs wide, his mouth descending to lick and suck at my hole, tongue probing deep as if tasting his own essence still lingering. 'Gonna fuck you raw, every day for two weeks,' he promised, rising to align his cock. He entered me slow, savoring the slide, our eyes locked like that first emotional time. 'Feel me? This is us, forever now.' I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, moans spilling as he thrust with sensual rhythm—long, grinding strokes that hit every nerve. Sweat slicked our skin, bodies moving in perfect sync, his hands roaming, pinching nipples, gripping hips. 'Love you,' I gasped, clenching around him as pleasure built. He sped up, pounding harder, balls slapping wetly. 'Cum inside me again, Karl. Mark me more.' With a roar, he buried deep, flooding my ass with hot spurts, his release triggering mine—cock untouched, spurting between us. We collapsed, tangled and sated, his head on my chest, fingers tracing the necklace. 'No more distance,' he whispered. 'We'll figure it out—meds, moves, whatever. You're my heart.' I kissed his hair, peace settling over the passion. In his arms, the future felt possible, our love a virus that healed as much as it bound. Two weeks stretched ahead—endless nights of fucking, laughing, loving—proof that some connections transcended borders, risks, and even time. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ These stories are based on true events. Names remain the same as well. I have added erotica for buddies to imagine their own potential conversion and relieve a thick load in my name. I lost my husband in a ski accident. In the hospital last moments, his hand in my hand, I had promised him that I would take care of his parents until their death. I can still feel his grateful eyes falling into eternal sleep. He passed away holding my hand. My promise to him kept me going every day losing interest in everything except his memories and his parents. I was unable to move on however, Karl ignited the flame back inside me. I had his parents blessing had I chosen to be with Karl. My heart wanted to be with Karl but my logic stopped me from breaking my promise. Finally my promise won and I decided against anything long term with Karl since I couldn't move with him to Munich. Karl is a successful engineer in Munich and given his position, starting a new life in Canada was detrimental to his professional career. We met every year except two years of COVID. He stayed single waiting for me however, I encouraged him to find a partner. He now has a cute partner. Karl told him everything about me and his partner is quite understanding that he gave us the space whenever I visited Karl. His partner told me that he was knowingly and happily sharing Karl with me who was suppose to belong to me. I feel so much happy for Karl that he was having a loving, caring and understanding partner. Karl is now undetectable. He is getting married to his partner on 14 Feb 26 which is my birthday as well. I am one of his partner's groomsman (or Should I say bridesmaid). Jax is still single and on numerous occasions, have asked me bluntly to be his since I was moving on with Karl. Jax is very innocent. He would never understand what Karl and I had between us. He is a succesful financier and still on Munich/Berlin party circuit. He too is now undetectable. Tomas and Lukas are car mechanics and now a couple with a garage. However, they are in an open relation and enjoys a young ass between them either together or by themselves. That leaves me, still single, stuck between my love. my promise and my obligation towards him and my potential long term second love, Karl who I have let gone physically but have locked him deep inside my memories alongside my dead husband and his memories. While I am sure you will vicariously enjoy my beautiful conversion, I would like to end by saying we as a community have moved on from the outright discrimination and AIDS crisis and have rebound back with force. We still face discrimination even if it is subtle, non-acceptance and threats from outside the community. It is not the time to give up on the progress we have made as a community because the external threats are too powerful and dangerous. Hence ignorance is not bliss anymore. Learn and educate about HIV, STIs, ART, U=U, Prep, DoxyPep and please don't discriminate against someone's HIV status. A polite NO is enough to maintain dignity and respect. At the end of the day, Love has no gender. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

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After supper in the airport café, with the clock ticking down to just one hour before security, Karl and I lingered at our table, our knees brushing under the surface. The flirtation started soft, his eyes locking onto mine with that intense gaze that always made my pulse race. 'Your cock's been my wet dream these past days,' I admitted, leaning in, my voice low. 'Thick, hard, filling me just right—it's all I could think about even when you weren't inside me.' He smiled, that warm, caring curve of his lips, reaching across to squeeze my hand. 'And you've been incredible, taking me like that. But it's more than the sex. You're so responsive, so open. You'd make the perfect gay wife—nurturing, passionate, always ready to please.' His words wrapped around me like a promise, and he leaned closer, insistent but tender. 'Consider it, really. Us getting together. I could make you happy, take care of you every day.' I felt a flush creep up my neck, torn between the fantasy and the reality crashing in. Before I could respond, he excused himself to the washroom, his chair scraping back abruptly. He returned in seconds, urgency etched on his face, glancing around before whispering, 'Follow me. Now.' My heart pounded as I trailed him through the terminal, weaving past travelers until we reached a quiet washroom tucked in the arrivals corner—dimly lit, empty, the door clicking shut behind us with a finality that sent shivers down my spine. He didn't waste a moment. His hands were on me, pulling me into a fierce make-out, lips crashing together, tongues tangling in a desperate dance of need. I tasted the salt of his skin, the faint bitterness of coffee from supper, as he pressed me against the cool tile wall. 'One last time,' he growled against my mouth, his breath hot. Then he spun me around, my palms flattening on the wall for support, his body molding to my back. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply, murmuring, 'God, I need this. Need you.' His fingers worked my pants open swiftly, shoving them down along with my underwear, exposing my ass to the air. I was already hard, leaking pre-cum, but it was my hole that craved him most—stretched and eager from all our sessions, slick with the remnants of his earlier loads. Karl freed his cock, that familiar thick shaft slapping against my cheek before he nudged the head against my entrance. No resistance at all; my body welcomed him, muscles parting easily as he pushed in with one smooth thrust. I gasped, pushing back to take him deeper, the stretch burning just right. 'Fuck, you're so ready for me,' he groaned, his hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt. He fucked me hard and passionate, one arm wrapped around my waist to hold me steady, the other hand gripping my hip. Each pound drove him in deep, his balls slapping against mine, the wet sounds echoing in the small space. I wanted him too—craved the way he claimed me, the raw possession in every stroke. 'Yes, Karl, give it to me,' I moaned, clenching around him, milking his length. He rutted faster, his breath ragged in my ear, teeth grazing my neck. 'Gonna load you up one last time. Keep me inside you on that flight.' His cock throbbed, swelling, and with a deep grunt, he slammed home, flooding my ass with hot spurts of cum. I felt it pulse, filling me full, some leaking down my thighs as he kept grinding through his release. We stayed locked like that, panting, his forehead pressed to the back of my neck. In the afterglow, he pulled out slowly, turning me to face him. We made out again, slower now, tongues lazy and exploratory, his hands cupping my face as cum dripped from me onto the floor. 'I love you,' he whispered, and I echoed it back, our foreheads touching, savoring the stolen intimacy. We cleaned up quickly, straightening clothes with shaky hands, and headed to security. The line loomed, a barrier between us. At the entrance, he pulled me into one final passionate kiss—deep, lingering, his lips bruising mine with goodbye. I saw the pain in his eyes, raw and unguarded, mirroring the ache in my chest. Tears welled up, spilling over as I blinked them away, whispering, 'I'll think about it. About us.' He nodded, throat working, before stepping back. I walked through the scanner without looking back, the weight of his cum still inside me a secret anchor. The flight home was uneventful, the hum of engines a dull backdrop to my swirling thoughts. Since my husband's death in that tragic ski accident two years ago, I'd been numb—emotionally hollow, drifting through days without feeling. Sex had returned eventually, hookups with men that scratched a physical itch but left me empty, no spark, no depth. I'd built walls high, terrified of letting anyone close again, of the vulnerability that came with emotional ties. But Karl... he shattered those walls. His touch ignited something fierce—a passion for real connection, for a relationship that blended body and soul. As the plane descended, I was torn: my enduring love for my late husband clung to every corner of my home, the familiar streets, the life we'd built. Those memories were a tether, pulling me back. And then there was my solemn promise to him on his deathbed—to care for his aging parents until they passed, a duty I couldn't abandon, chaining me to this place. Karl's world was Germany, his professional career rooted there, unmovable. Neither of us could bridge the gap without sacrifice, and the uncertainty gnawed at me. That night, back in my empty house, I lay awake, reliving every moment of those three intense days with Karl, Tomas, and Lukas. The wild group sessions, the laughter turning to moans; Tomas's rough grip, Lukas's teasing bites; but mostly Karl—his gentle dominance, the way he'd fuck me with such care, then hold me after. Jax? Wait, no—my mind blurred the names in the haze, but it was them, all of them, who awakened me. Yet it was Karl's face that haunted me, his cum still a phantom warmth, leaving me aching for what might never be.

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