PozTalkAuthor

oh, well, I think you need some rest now, don't you?

It has been matter of experimenting. I was afraid to let others touch my hole then, I have had many sad experiences with girls during teenage time and first man came at early 20s. 

We went further after he introduced me to fingering and rimming, now I'm totally vers. Well, no, if a definition is possible, I call myself "sides vers". God or whoever we may call it, created us with a body... Let's use it all! 

The relationship with that man was quite balanced in roles, then the man who pozzed me came, and he mostly topped, so I was 80 percent bottom. 

I'm dead-tired but my brain still works somehow... Last percentage of its battery. 

I'd better take some sleep! Waiting for next episode! Hugs! 

Oh well, now, it's me the one in need of a hug

Oh fuck... I guessed it was his biological father! 

But, have I understood it right? The character's biological father, is his step dad's gifter. Am I right? 

Nice conversion! Now time for them taking photos of his two lines appearing on the test... And of him in fuck flu before... Every gifter should have such documents in his house or office.

You leave all of us hanging, you slut!!! 

Sorry if I'm not licking... oops, LIKING posts around lately but I'm quite busy, I'll drop you a line soon enough.

Oh, poor young guy! Ended up into those old men's hands, treated as an object... 

My twisted fantasy is thinking of old Harmon who got a heart attack and died after breeding his "toy". Poor ken realizes he's free and wants to take revenge of mr. Lewis. 

He calls the police and finished enslaved again, by a PozCop...

Perfection simply doesn't exist! I'm a computer worker so I'm into those new technologies and I'm not scared by them at all - not less scared than I am of a knife, a car, or a bottle of alcohol placed near a lighter when they are just over the table. Their simple existence is not enough to be scared about. In other words, humans scare me the most! 

AI can help, or harm, depending on who use it and how. If someone creates images similar to divinity, well, let's keep it as it is: well or bad made art. Even texts, it's the same: if you break their "standards" they simply go "mad"! 

I use them just to brainstorm texts or ,to find SEO keywords and, even in that case, I'm quite "choosy" so I have needs that AI can satisfy just 20 percent, or 30 maximum. 

I also tried roleplay (from display name and profile you can even understand which one) and it said I'm IMMORAL! 

It's not programmed for adult content! But, as I said, let's keep it for what it can help us with! 

I have had the opportunity to learn about a service which is being built as an aid for blind people -describe pictures and places-; my closest friend is blind and I am gladly studying these techs with her. Including image creation, she had the illusion "wow I finally might create my own images just explaining them by text"...

What shits it created for her! And also image describer is still not too mature. So I joked with her, saying "my eyes are still needed to help you along, you'll not set free from me too soon". 

It's promising though; on the other side, despite not scaring me, I consider it not a suitable aid for people with low self-esteem or some mental vulnerabilities. It would be like giving a weapon to a child... We all know what might happen there. 

Copying Michelangelo, Leonardo, whoever artist? Simply impossible! 

I've read a couple articles where they claimed "AI cover: Freddie Mercury sings 'yesterday' by Beatles". I don't know where they hear Freddie in that crap, even when he was seriously ill he couldn't sing so awfully. It's not similar at all! And, when I say "even when he was ill" I'm not exaggerating or supposing, I'm talking seriously. Listen to "mother love", that's his very last recorded song, on 22nd May 1991. He passed away 24th November of same year. And on 30th May he recorded "these are the days of our lives" and we can see how sick he was in the video poor man! 

So, various illusion vendors have failed in choosing their customer, with me.

Not images but I have tried to guide the robot to write some texts from HIV virus's point of view. 

It mostly replied "a virus doesn't talk or have feelings" and my answer has been "you don't know mine!" 

my bf says this story would be nice converted -pun intended- in a tv series. Both erotic and emotional.

Yes, we read stories together. 

Oh damn! I read the last chapter and, super hot! Although it was a sexless day for many reasons.

Longing to hear more - waiting for the two young boys -and Peter- to convert!

Rather, is Will going to discover he's his brother's gifter?

9 hours ago, SlampaBay said:

Mine's already got a doctorate and is itself POZZED

Your virus deserves a big, big reward from mine! 

50 minutes ago, SlampaBay said:

This merry month of May 2023 is the 30th anniversary of my first HIV test and therefore the first confirmation of my being POZ.

"Blow out your candles, Laura." 

so, my virus is a child - yours has already his driving license and achieved graduation at school

Curious to hear how it will go on! 

"didn't want to bring in this world a child with HIV"... 

Regarding this I have a plan I'm trying to develop. The fiction world "pozworld" I was building last year, with the story called "we have to talk". The one with the talking virus. 

It ended with the leader gifter (Adrian nicknamed PozCop) and his lady chaser Sharon who had little Elias. And I ended the plan there as then Covid came for me and my ex, our relationship had its last breathe before deteriorating permanently. 

So, I locked my notes about the story in a drawer. But now it might be time to revive PozWorld how it deserves. 

But I'm conflicted on how to go on: 

- Elias's 18th birthday party: he's grown up as an undetectable poz, not to be bullied at school (pozworld is reversed: neg condition is stigmatized). So, at 18th birthday party he discovers he's neg and his father takes his virginity and negativity to complete him. 

- Elias, born poz and raised as he was neg; bullied by his schoolmates he is planned to become their slut during his 18th birthday party but his virus, fed up of hiding, has to save him from contaminating the strain and Eli suddenly faints in his father's arms. Eli tells dad he's often fainting at school, dad explains what happens and guides him through sexual experiences and to learn communicating with his special virus. In the end all bullies are forced to reveal their real status and become Elias's sluts. 

- Elias, born poz, grows up waiting for his 18th birthday and hears his friends who already achieved that goal and became chasers. Or gifters. They tell him how wonderful experience it is, tempting him to organize a pozzing team without his father's knowledge. But father knows everything already, as the virus talks! Elias does not know yet about his HIV'S ability and, thinking his best friend was the one to talk to his father, Elias punishes him making him fuck by all neg guys around, filling him of disgusting and useless neg seed. 

The poor friend does not know about talking virus yet, and wants to revenge of Elias because of the neg cum party and points a knife on him. But they both faint simultaneously as the virus sees the danger! Time for final clarifications.

Longing for next episode, if any! 

34 minutes ago, YourNoLimitsBottom said:

I'll admit it didn't have the same writing signature as "we have to talk". I was reading this and your reflections in the Testimonial section. Having the testimonial in mind made sections of the story "pop" (for lack of a better way of describing it, I'm not a writer!). Without the testimonial, it would have been a story I took at face value. Knowing your actual thoughts made the diametrically opposed pieces stand out.

Plus, on a purely physical level, riding has been my favorite position as of late, and I also have a risk kink that the thought of riding a poz cock really gets the juices flowing.  😍

I have created this fiction as best as I could... Especially last part I was, let's admit, half asleep! Awake but every now and then I stopped because I was collapsing. 

As I said somewhere else, fantasy is fantasy and makes me fly high; reality is other thing! Converting my bf for real? I can't say it's something I exclude; if it ever happens it must be fully consensual by both with no interferences by others - and for this reason never shared with public. 

What I share is that yes, lately he's mostly riding me and our roleplay is that I want him to make me cum by riding my poz fucktool till he's tired. 

15 minutes ago, YourNoLimitsBottom said:

That, right there. The position, the action, the emotion... the combination really paints a picture! Loved the story!

I can say it: this is fictional... The guy who pozzed me was actually "too romantic", he did everything to seem perfect. Like when you have a box, a very beautiful box, with many decorations and you don't feel like opening it because it's too beautiful. And inside there is... A shit. 

That description fits my ex (the shit was not HIV itself but the fact he had no respect for his and others' life). So in the car, so in sexuality. 

He never made allusion to gifts or special nights, I cannot establish the day he pozzed me. But he did. Then on the rest I won't tell what's real what's not, enjoy the story. 

I'm rather surprised if you liked it because I just created it in some hours, being dead tired. It was not a full-time energy dedication as I had for "we have to talk". 

this got me hard! Tried yesterday to shove all 5 fingers into my bf, but he felt pain, so I didn't insist. Will keep on trying with more lube, and large toys. 

Fisting plus conversion would be a higher level of intimacy... Oh, dude, what are you making me say! Some stories just push out the wildest side hidden in me. 

remotely controlled buttplug for me and my guy. One each. It cost a lot but it was worth it! I have him under control when plugged... And vice versa.

Part 7: time flies. 

In the present: like that day of December 2022, I'm looking at the meds cabinet, in the corridor between the bathroom and kitchen, with my own conflict: where to go now, meds directly or get a towel, place it on the bed and proceed with toothbrush poz on poz play? 

"Always with your conflicts", my boy was already on the bed, a towel under him, our toothbrushes in hand, still sealed. 

"Time flies, and your 10th poz birthday is coming to an end!" 

How right he was, and my mind returns back to that 20th January 2023, the night I claimed to be my boy's conversion day. 

"Let's go natural", he suggested when I proposed him to scratch his insides. "Don't open wounds on me, I want the virus to enter me with no facilitation! We struggled to be here... Let him struggle too!" 

"Him". He was already starting to consider the virus as a family member, like I did. And this made me so proud, he was ready. "Let's use some lube for you now", I told him and took a recipient from the fridge. "The loads I release when you're not around", I explained; "no intention to waste my seed, especially now". 

I fingered him after pouring the recipient's content in his hole, he felt it cold but I reassured him: "my charged cum will be warm, don't worry you slut!" 

One, two, three fingers deep inside him, and the third entered half; did not dare to push the thumb, just 4 fingers started to cause him pain, so I withdrew, sucked my fingers clean and entered him with my hard, dripping dick. I could feel his lust, he squeezed his hole around me and moaned aloud. "Bitch in heat", I said; "tonight you get pregnant for sure". 

We were fucking doggy style, in pure animalistic desire: I had a purpose and needed to accomplish my mission. 

"Please stop, pull out", he unexpectedly begged me; "I've changed my mind!" 

Wtf, it was almost 5 weeks off meds, breed him daily and now the crybaby changes his mind? I spanked him hard again before pulling out. 

Maybe he was right, after 12 years of friendship things have progressed so quickly... I felt guilty, for the first time in months. 

"Love, I'm really sorry... We have both wanted it but now it's maybe already too late!" 

"For what", he asked; "I don't regret"... 

Matter of seconds and he was laying on his back, heels to the ceiling. 

"Changed my mind on the position", he clarified; "I want us to look at ourselves while you poz me". 

My deepest fantasy! Pozzing a chaser while he looks into my eyes and begs me. 

"I'm your chaser", he remarked when I finally entered him again; this position allowed us to share a big, passionate kiss. 

"I need to cum", after a couple minutes of kissing and fucking I was really close and his breathing became faster too. Another couple strong thrusts and finally I emptied my charged load in him! 

"I'm sore", he whispered when I pulled out; some blood was dripping from his hole and I took a lick from the combination of poz cum, blood and his ass juices. 

"I feel it, this has been my conversion! My body is changing, thanks to you!" 

And here it was: like a Swiss clock, 2 weeks passed and his flu finally hit. 

Poor guy, he was really weak and sore, but during all the flu period I have bred him anyway. Couldn't resist to a warm, feverish hole! A converting hole that I owned for life. 

And, precise came also the test: Valentine's day, a home test showed his two lines: this guy was my viral son. 

In the present, 3rd May 2023. 

"Now the circle is closed", he said, opening both toothbrushes. "we must celebrate this date for some dirty play! Let's do as we always read on breeding zone! My very official pozzing during your 10th poz birthday!" 

I took the toothbrushes from his hand and ran downstairs, in the living room. He was upset at first but then followed me. 

"I've invited a couple chasers", I explained; "no sense to waste new toothbrushes in ourselves, already poz. There are a couple neg guys from breeding zone. I invited them to come over for the occasion. Better you learn to use toothbrushes when needed, this house will be business for both!" 

I had it in mind: a gifting agency. To hell computers and stuff, our HIV and gifting abilities had to become our main source of earning. 

The end. 

Part 6: not a bug chaser 

"I'm not a bug chaser", my guy screamed again; "I! Am! Not! A fucking BUG CHASER!" 

With a sudden movement, he abruptly closed my laptop where I was displaying a thread where a gifter asked suggestions for stopping his meds. "They're planning it as ladies plan a pregnancy", he said and I nodded. I had the med cabinet's key in my hand, standing in front of the antivirals' drawer. "It's up to you", I insisted; "I may open this cabinet and get my daily meds, or I could lock them here till you get pregnant!" 

"Pregnant", he repeated, watching my baby nephew's picture on the wall; "my wife wanted us to become parents but I refused! Kids are nice when they're at their own home". 

I high-fived him, we were in the same wavelength! Conversation went on about my family and his, for a while. Cabinet's key still in my hand; he was delaying the answer, it was clear, and my meds reminder started to ring from my phone. 

"Yes", he finally said; "yes, my love. I accept it all!" 

I wanted him to say it entirely, looking into my eyes: "I want it all", he continued and I started to playfully sing Queen song: I want it all, I want it now! 

We both love Freddie but this is still not the answer I really expected, so I took the first step: "I want to finally become a gifter, honey, I don't want to repress it any longer." 

He suddenly took the key from my hand, locked the cabinet and placed the key into the kitchen's drawer: "remember where you stored it", I reminded him; "as I have no intention to risk my life!" 

I read many fictions where guys flushed their meds, others even pissing or cumming on them before the final flush but I have never approved such things. 

I explained him how it worked, to empty last protection from my body it would have taken some weeks, and I caught my boy with a big smile.

"Numbers don't lie", he said; "if the plan goes on as expected, I could be poz for Valentine's day!" 

How smart my guy was, I couldn't even think of it! But the coincidence was more than perfect. 

"I'm not a bug chaser", he whispered while he moved behind me; in few minutes I was bent over, hands on the meds cabinet, my ass too close to my boy's erect member. 

"But I want your HIV! Yours... Only..." 

One gentle thrust and his dick head popped into me; it hurt a bit, as he used just his spit and precum as lube. So, I held the cabinet tighter. "My very last neg load is for you, dirty slut", with these words he pushed hard in me, till he was balls deep. 

"I'm a real man", he screamed, "and real men have HIV!" He roughly fucked me for some more minutes, the sweet loving boyfriend left place to a horny, hungry beast; his hands firmly keeping my hips in place. "You deserve this", he panted spanking my ass hard; "you deserve my dirty load... Take my negativity!" With that, he released a torrent of cum inside me and I came hard shortly after, my last undetectable seed on the floor under us. 

I felt degraded for the first time when he made me lick all that blank seed from the floor. The last time I could say "undetectable untransmittable" for a couple months, at least. 

Hand in hand, I guided him silently on my bed, to enjoy our aftersex bliss in each other's arms. 

"Didn't want to degrade you", he excused himself; "but you're the first I can express my true self with! I'm 53 and knew almost nothing about sex..." 

"The best has yet to come", I smiled kissing him on his lips; "now let's take our journey easy." 

We cuddled each other in silence for some more minutes then, with him still entwined to me, I asked: "who are you, and what do you want! Say it now, or I go take my meds!" 

"Your very own bug chaser", he replied; "and I want your HIV! Just yours, sir." 

Good boy he was, and since them we've bred each other daily, me giving him at least a couple loads per day. I didn't want our colleagues to be suspicious though, so we got apart at least twice a week, for the next two months, but he always went at office with a huge buttplug inside. 

We are having fun building this story - of course my guy agrees and encourages me to exaggerate. 

We're having fun thinking of you guys getting hard while fantasizing about me gifting him, you negs could even fantasize of me gifting you... This fiction area is created on purpose to set our own fantasy free! So, enjoy yourselves, I'm doing the same. 

I wanted to finish it in time, but I was tired and will post last episodes tomorrow. I'm so fucking tired! 

As I said, I can't tell you what is real and what is fiction... 

Think what you want! LOL! 

part 5: a well deserved gift 

"Rewards", he smiled at me; "knowing that it started from me losing a bet!" 

It was one Monday like many others. No, not at all, it was 3rd October 2022, so-called "virus appreciation Day. 

Working both from home, we decided to take it easier but many accidents happen: with him still considered "best friend" it was funny to work together at the same place! 

One thing led to another, we had a computer-related argue and I was fed-up! "Listen dude", I cut the discussion off; "let's take our responsibilities: the loser between us strips naked in front of the other!" 

And so he did: soon enough we were two naked men one next to the other. Same men who confided most intimate part of our lives to each other and never showed our bodies to ourselves. 

"What do you do to excite a lady", I grinned at him; "tell me..." 

He replied breasts, neck, ears, feet... And even cunt! "Guess what? We have the same pleasure points", I explained him pressing his right nipple gently; "and, guess what? We have a cunt too, if you want to call it like that, many of us queers do." 

He laughed: "I'm not gay, or queer, or whatever you call it! I'm just having fun with my best friend!" 

So, why are your nipples becoming hard, and your member too! 

I took the courage and used my fingertip to explore his ass; "and well, this hole gives pleasure to us! I want to make you try!" 

He's been reluctant for days, till he did not learn proper cleaning but, in the end, he managed to let me have 2 fingers in. 

"I've always fantasized on male sex", he confessed, "but I was really scared by sexual diseases! You know, anal cavity is not like..." 

"It's part of our body, so, you must listen to messages it gives you, if you want an easy life finding pleasure from all your parts". 

And finally Christmas arrived. What gift for you, what gift for me... 

"I'd have a gift for you", I teased; "or well it's a propose as you've been a good boy till now. "I made you read enough of HIV risk reduction, haven't I?" 

He just nodded, opening the page from BZ talking about Prep. 

"Listen", he then got my attention; "now it's very early for opening our couple and it's late for Christmas. But you're aware I can't stay without sex! Being faithful towards partners is not my thing."  

Coming from a bad experience with a previous open relationship, I challenged him: "if you want to open, you have two options. Prep, or..." 

"Or condom", he replied, unsure on what to expect; "but I do not want to wrap up any longer! If you have some natural alternatives, I don't know, Chinese medicine or stuff to prevent HIV without forcing me on meds for life!"... 

Natural alternatives? Biological, rather. "There's a way", I suggested, "and it's a treatment rejected by all doctors and HIV clinic. Love, no one tells the truth but there's the way to set you free forever! Call him treatment, call him gift, it'll live inside you all life long." 

He looked at me, with a clear sense of scare: "asshole! No! If you're proposing me HIV, I'm not a bug chaser! No!!!" 

I secretly recorded his voice during fuck sessions: "please poz me, give me your HIV, make me a real man, knock me up"! 

"This is an insatiable horny bug chaser", I grinned; "and now the decision is yours: I could stop meds today and in a few week we can start the real journey. It's a plan, take your time and think of it! Condoms are not an option, Prep brings you on meds for life, and, I would never want you to get pozzed! ...BY STRANGERS. That's my duty!" 

Part 4: many virginities to lose 

With the still sealed toothbrush in my hand, I looked into my guy's eyes: "Sweetie", I said; "it might be painful! Are you sure you want me to..." 

He interrupted me and handed me a second toothbrush, sealed in the same way: "we brush one another's hole", he announced; "why not sharing the same pain after sharing the same virus? Today we lose toothbrush virginity! Get ready!" 

Lose virginity: I still relive my most twisted fantasy: taking away both virginity and negativity from a person, in one go! 

And this is the man I've realized it in many, many ways: I taught him to top, to bottom, nipple play, poz talk... 

"I was neg then", he laughed; "you still remember when you begged me for the virus while you were the real poz man!" 

Real men have HIV, that was the switch I pulled to turn him on from HIV kink, when he topped me. Then he accepted me dirty poz talking while he bottomed! 

"You might lose much blood", I warned him placing the brush's box on my pillow; "I want you to be sure, very sure of what you're doing."

It looked he was losing patience as he had already torn the box away: "Open yours and let's begin the game!" 

Patience, patience, patience. This was what I taught him, and what rewarded him: "Remember love", I continuously talked to him. "You remember the day I stopped meds? I bred you constantly but you were always asking when you could convert! Six weeks I said, six weeks passed. Look at you now! Waiting game has rewarded you."