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I love it, an experienced guy guiding the unexperienced straight one... The first foreplay session was very very similar to the one I had with my formerly best friend, now boyfriend. Except for the G-factor, there it wasn't needed as we already were emotionally close and trusted each other.

I was waiting for them...

I'm so scared, just yesterday I read a terrible news about Utah: approved law obliges school to PHYSICALLY DESTROY some books and, they aren't "porn" books at all! They talk about "non-traditional" love, different gender and equity in society, one even talks about a serodiscordant relationship between two teen boys... It seems they even have a registry of banned books. [self-censored hate speech] I'd better bite my fingers or I don't know what comes from there! I hope people really start to protest, because books and Internet censorship is the introduction to totalitarism. Not to seem ableist for what I say, but can people be so blind in their brain? Those powerful minorities are using children as an excuse to kill world's freedom. I have sort of hope though, that this one of destroying/burning books has been kind of provoking behaviour, a fake news. But knowing Far Right's madness I fear it's true. Needless to say what Far Right has done with olympic athlete Khelif.

I am in a place where I have not so much privacy and I read this; my member just became hard and it hurt under my clothes. I use to read sexy stories like yours, fully naked. Just in case... Keep on writing.

And now it's Chris's turn, I guess!

It's like when I wrote "leaving room" instead of "living room" it was the first story I wrote here. Freudian slip then, I was exhausted, just one day before leaving for vacation. Or when I wrote "I'm giving you a bug" instead of "hug". Shit happens LOL

Chapter 6: survival challenge HIV's perspective Bugdom, 2050 As the naive virus I am, I have always wondered why humans are so stupid; they can love each other and live in peace, but prefer self-destruction through wars and still stand here worshipping a jerk who screams and threatens them with death if they don't behave the way he wants them to. But how do they do it, after all the world has been through! Back in that distant November 2032 I saved them from the apocalypse, and they are still convinced it's thanks to their president to have covered their asses. I have been trying for seventy years now to make them understand how important it is to have a sex life, because if no human makes love anymore, I won't survive either. All the more so now that humans are now composed of only 1 percent flesh and blood, and for me to find a host these days is a stroke of luck: out of fear of me, the few authentic humans instead of reproducing themselves have preferred to build new beings using the materials of their destructions, and the few cells of their poor dead. Here is one, among the few 100 percent flesh-and-blood humans, crawling on all fours on the stage and with a flag stuck up his ass. “A traitor's skin,” the president shouts. “I have eliminated my only son!” In reality, the Prince is 80 percent human and does not have the president's DNA, but that old genius who knows everything didn't even notice! It was I who made Albert faint, who allowed his skin to come off easily. But to the man of the world who has reached 100 years, I am just a virus in his service. I should be a weapon for his army, but I'm not game! That day, however, the boy I had saved just in time acted ungrateful. “The HIV virus has a conscience. And it is protecting you through me and your parents until you are ready for the status upgrade.” With what courage was he revealing everything to Elias? No, I couldn't let him do that. Not at that moment. I caused a violent coughing fit in him but it didn't seem to be enough because he kept talking about me to that negative human as if nothing was wrong. “HIV, listen to me,” Albert called my name and I ignored him. Until to provoke me further, or perhaps to arouse Elias, he began to twist his nipples between his fingers. The right one to stretch his cock, the left to spread and squeeze his ass on command. Meanwhile, from the big screen and the speakers on the cage ceiling, the old human president kept ranting: “Me, I have overcome AIDS, my citizens. I have survived a nuclear war even. I'm not afraid of anything anymore.” “I'll show you what fear is,” Albert shouted and stood up, his erect penis facing the monitor that continued to project images of the presidential rally. “DON'T CUM,” I ordered him. But it was already too late: Albert's ejaculation was so violent that it shattered the screen with a shower of glass that, by a whisker, did not hit Elias. “THEY SHOT ME IN THE EAR,” complained the elderly president; by now it was impossible to see the images, but the dictator's screams and curses could be heard loud and clear. “WHO OF YOU SHOOT,” he shouted; ”I will make you bastards pay!” But instead of being worried, the crowd began booing and spitting at him! “I'll take care of you, Greg,” slave Scotty tried to appease his boss. “I will bring you the negative boy as soon as possible!” Time was running out now, Elias and his parents were going to be in trouble because of Albert, and it was up to me to sort it out. “I told you not to cum,” I warned him but Albert's attention was all on Elias. “You do not command me, obsolete HIV,” he confronted me; ”I am a programmable gifter and I convert who I want even without you. Elias and Scotty are mine, you old failed virus! You will become extinct sooner or later...” How ungrateful. I save his life and he betrays me in the worst way! When Adrian and Sharon gave birth to Elias I had sworn I would never kill again, but Albert gave me no choice: too high a stakes, and the responsibility for the survival of the human species is mine alone. I watched Albert collapse to the ground and drag himself, growing weaker and weaker, into a corner; despite years having passed I still knew how to reset an immune system and death was a matter of seconds. Not mine though; within a few hours I knew I could count on a much better host than him. ---- Father's perspective “Oh my God, Gifter,” Sharon shouted from the hallway; ”I heard a thud...from the cage...” I did not immediately pay attention to her, caught up in a conversation on the phone. Since the police were made up of robots and I was the only human, any excuse was good for making trouble for me. Especially the story they were telling me. “I'm not buying it,” I replied to my interlocutor. “No way the president could be shot in one ear!The president! To hell with you and false alarms.” I hung up and grasped my service pistol for a while. “I'm going out, Sharon,” I said addressing my favorite bug chaser. “I'm going to... finish the job others have started...” She ran toward me and took the weapon out of my hand, “Go to see Elias, what the fuck! Let our HIV take care of the president! Set our son free, Gifter.... Please...” Stymied, she threw me a set of keys and pushed me toward the hallway, “Until Elias is positive, I no longer exist for you. From now on I sleep on the couch and you eat supermarket canned goods, understood? When our boy's fever rises, then, we'll consider sex again. Maybe.” I love her for one reason, she always knows how to get what she wants and break down my indecisions! I could only obey her, so I walked up to the cage where I had locked Elias as a punishment a few hours earlier. As soon as the lock clicked and I opened the door my son came crawling out toward me, incredulous and in tears. “I had found a friend,” he cried. “And now he's dead because of me...” He pointed his finger toward the corner where a pile of inanimate wreckage lay, covered by a layer of fake leather. “Come on, honey, come on,” I addressed him with a big smile. “That's the cleaning robot! Mom must have forgotten to charge it and it turned off. Never mind, now come with me and let's celebrate your 18th birthday properly.” “His name was Albert,” Elias continued to cry on my shoulder; ”and he had the organ generating life... Like yours. Big and it had liquid coming out of it! So much! He said I made him excited, I don't know, horny, what does that mean...” I couldn't hold back my laughter: if all he needed was the cleaning machine spraying detergent to get aroused, he was in bad shape! And I had to make up for it. Definitely. “If you come with me I'll teach you,” I encouraged him; ”it's time for you to become a man. A real man, and you'll get my gift.” “I don't deserve it! Scotty at first, now Albert... I... I lose all friends.... Because I am, I am, an electron.” “Soon you won't be any longer,” I thought but avoided saying it so as not to agitate him further; he sobbed in my arms and I held him tighter. I could have kissed him right away but it was not yet time. “Enough,” I whispered to him. “Now be quiet, it's all over. I'm with you.” Inevitable to remember when I uttered the exact same phrase many years earlier. He was an infant and his blood was being drawn; he was screaming and crying poor baby, as a nurse stuck the needle in his arm. The same one who shortly thereafter coldly told Sharon and me that our son was healthy and we would have nothing to worry about. She used that very word, “healthy,” and it took me quite a while to understand that she meant “HIV negative.” “Damn,” I thought; ”how could this happen!” And instead of humoring Sharon who wanted to convert him by breastfeeding him, I made my decision. “It's all over,” I told him; ”it will be all right my baby.” In his teens I had him on Prep telling him they were vitamins, and we avoided talking about HIV status especially when we began to see his young sperm on his sheets. Every sex education book and site was outlawed, and I, a policeman, did not want to put myself at risk or intrigue him too much because bringing him closer to certain experiences was solely my duty. Only when I felt he had calmed down a little did I take him by the hand and lead him out of that cage into which, I swore, I would never let him enter again; with another key from the set I opened the metal door on the opposite side of the hallway, the same one that for his entire life I had forbidden him even to look at. “The hall of secrets,” he exclaimed, staring into the large bedroom into which I was slowly leading him. My confident, seductive fingers caressed his innocent hand and he shyly responded to the touch. “I won't bite you,” I urged him. “Come inside!” We closed the door behind us and I had to try very hard not to push him against the wall and get inside to impregnate him like an animal. That, however, was his first time, and already for months I had been preparing the bed that was to accommodate his last negative blood and semen. “What a huge mattress,” he exclaimed as he laid his hands on the bed; I could not tell him but it was the same one in which 19 years earlier Sharon had lost her virginity, negativity and we had conceived him. Three successes for me in just one shot. His innocent but curious big eyes were fixed on the nightstand, where I had placed some unlabeled bottles and a sealed toothbrush. “Wow,” Elias lay on his stomach and looked into my eyes. “Do you mean that from tonight I will sleep here?Will I also have the bathroom to myself? Yes, if so I want to become a man!” I had to count to 10 and breathe deeply, his virgin, firm ass nicely exposed was making me lose my mind but I should not lose sight of my moral values; so I lay down beside him and, slowly, stroked him on his back. “You are beautiful,” I whispered to him as I tried to use my tongue on him. From his ear, to his neck, I covered him with kisses all over his body and quickly realized that he was not turning me down. “Dad, what...” I laid a finger on his lips; “no, Elias. You are becoming a man, and among men we call each other by name.” “Adrian ... Adri ... it hurts me down there! Get the metal off me!” I addressed a mischievous grin at him; that was what I wanted, to get him excited but not allow him to use his penis until he was positive and fertile. “Now we're going to cuddle, OK? You have to be patient, to become a real man you have to earn it.” “But cuddling is for kids, I am...” This time I couldn't hold back and stuck a finger in his ass. Damn how tight it was, and Elias tried to push maybe hoping to get me out, but only getting it to widen and I went in with another finger as well. “Just a faggot, other than a little boy. A bug chasing faggot and I treat you as such!”

Super hot! Knock him up good!

You did it again! Continue this, keep on writing! And even the other one "the call" we haven't yet understood if main character converted his gf

Please @Gor213 come back to this one!

So fucking hot... Gifter's honor is to lick all his chaser's last neg blood clean! Such a strong connection they have, and the bond will be even stronger in a while I think.

I totally agree. Think of Italian prime minister for example. She's the first prime minister woman, and her campaign is by screaming "I'm Giorgia, I'm a woman, I'm Italian, I'm Christian" - and against the fake "gender theory", against LGBT community... And her opponent, Italian-swiss woman, screams back "I'm a woman, I'm not a mother, I love another woman"... But WTF! This is NOT politics IMHO. Can I say it though, from all what I hear about US elections, I never saw Biden or Obama or now Harris, scream and claim their private "belongings". The one who screams is Donald.

Yeah, please, go on with it! We all are in need of new dirty stories!

Yes, it's the same way of thinking I have; choosing the "underrepresented" must consider their performance as well. But in politics, like in this specific case, their background is very, very important - and for "background" I mean culture, family, way of think and reason... Harris is in politics for years, she has many religious points of view in her family, so this SHOULD indicate or at least hope, that her politic agenda respects everyone without looking at just one idea (christian rather than other). On the other side, I find Donald Trump a dangerous fanatic.

Never that! Never vote, hire, promote ... someone only for the fact they belong to [random underrepresented group] it would be the other side of discrimination (NOT vote/hire/etc... for the same reasons). If Harris shows to have good political agenda and, overall, gets enough votes, she'll be president. I could tell you about many many women voting for "the first woman prime-minister" and the disaster she's making around... I say nothing else.