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Such a wonderful bond! Waiting for more!

@chi4loads may we send you a virtual hug? Your stories are such an inspiration for ours! 

Can't wait to discover if those guys will manage to cement their bond thanks to the gift! 🦠☣🧬➕➕➕

*Authors note: Part 3 is the end of the beginning, when characters decide to face this journey.

But they still don't know how many obstacles there will be to achieve poz status! For now, let them believe it's as simple as gifter off meds and have fun, till it takes.

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Part 3 - a conscious decision

-Hunter:
Ian's smile suddenly disappeared: "What?" he gasped; "are you really..."
"Shut up and push back", I commanded. "Show me you're a true chaser!"
He obeyed and in a few seconds I was pounding him hard; in that moment I realized how excited we both were, our usual sweet lovemaking had be replaced by wild, animal lust. His spit and my precum were the only lube we got and he did never complain for it. "I want to make you bleed", I said. "My HIV needs an open door to enter your system!"
"Yes sir, knock me up! Make me your own slut!"
"Fuck yeah! I'm wrecking your hole good!"
The dirtier our talk became, the harder I fucked him! I pulled almost all the way out and remained with just my cockhead inside; then, holding his hips, I pushed all the way in again. 
"Take it all, slut! Give me your neg status!"
"It's all yours, Gifter! cum in me please!"
Hearing him calling me like that sent me to overdrive and I spanked him hard. "I'm pozzing you up little bitch! Here it comes! Get all my HIV!"
That was not the first occasion I bred him, but this time the orgasm was truly intense; just the idea of giving him my virus excited me to another level, even knowing I was currently shooting blanks.
"I'm close, sir", he panted squeezing my dick with his ass walls but I held his balls tight: "not now, you've no permission to cum!" 
I collapsed on him, completely spent, but remained inside him some more time before my member softened and popped out from his wet and sore hole. I pushed my load deeper in his hole with my fingers, then made him suck them: we both noticed some blood in there and he licked my finger like it was a lollipop.
"Savor your neg blood, my chaser. This might be one of the last sterile fluids you ever produce."
"Thanks Gifter", he whispered lying down next to me. "This has been the best fuck we ever had!"
"Oh, really", I agreed fingering his hole and sucking some blood again. . "It was like popping your cherry for the second time! ...Honestly this one was much better!"
"Stay with me during the night", he added; "Tomorrow I have a day off work and we can play the same game!"
How could I say No? This was a new beginning for us! I perfectly remembered our first date: we met in person after months of chats and calls; he talked the entire evening of how many people were refusing him for his blindness and I felt dirty myself when I guided his hand on my hardening dick for the first time, not to count how I felt when I brought up the HIV matter. We both enjoyed our gentle love making but I spent the following night sleepless, feeling guilty and scared even knowing I could not infect anyone. But the worse thing was I completely fantasized of pozzing him up! So from that moment on, our sex was mainly silent and I always found myself as walking into a minefield when thinking about exploring our inner desires. I stared at him while he was still face down on the bed, apparently lost in thoughts. 
"Hey, what's up my boy? I didn't want to offend you before", I apologized  hugging him. "But poz talk turns me on like crazy."
He didn't move, his head flat on the pillow. "I would like you to...", were the only words he said.  
Here it was, the usual disappointing scene: me introducing a sex related topic, then his silence, and in the end conversation always focusing on somewhere else. No thanks, it couldn't be like that once again!
"Come on, tell me! What would you like me to do? Talk during sex?" I asked quietly. "Poz talk? It's not wrong if we both want it, role play harms no one! Don't be afraid, say it all!" 
"I know it's a mistake", he was trying to hide tears. "And there's no turning back from that path."
Drama queen, once again. I understood it was my turn to take the first step, as always! "Admit it, you want me to poz you."
"You got it", he finally said softly. "I'm aware it's a permanent condition whatever happens between us, but I want your HIV in me!"
Finally he came out! "Your pozzing must be a conscious decision", I told him. "And I have to be sure it's what you really want. I'd never forgive myself if you regret everything when it's too late."
"I'm educated, baby. I'm informed enough about PEP, PrEP or whatever but I don't want to stay neg much longer. So, is it true? Are you off meds?"
"No, not yet. I have them at home", I replied. "So if you want me to spend the night here, I'll skip tomorrow morning's dose. Not enough to wake our friend HIV up but if you wish we can plan it all starting from today."
"Fuck yeah! I am afraid for you, though; stopping your treatments may cause permanent damages to your immune system."
"It's a long journey", I reassured him. "And we are not alone. Both my gifter and my poz family would be happy and proud to guide us through the whole process!"

Oh, thanks! There will be many surprises coming, as an anticipation we can say the gift must be deserved. All involved participants must agree, humans and not. We wouldn't spoil anything else.

Part 2: Talking in your sleep

-Hunter:

Ian sat next to me in the car and before starting it, I gave him his bag; thankfully his phone had stopped talking but I felt uncomfortable; it was time to face reality, in a way or another.
'I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep'. My favourite radio station seemed to read my mind, I loved 80s music and currently playing song was saying those exact words. Weird things were happening to me lately, music interacting with my thoughts and in some circumstances I heard a voice suggesting or reminding me something! Ian said I should go to see a therapist for this, but I have always thought it's only stress and never considered that advice.
"These lyrics are appropriate", I joked towards him. "You're an expert in that subject!"
"I never talk while sleeping", he remarked. "If someone does that, it's you! Don't make me repeat what you say in bed."
Hit and sunk! "You are a pot calling the kettle black!" I exclaimed trying to hide my own embarrassment. "Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself! Just to mention a song; Eric Clapton, to be more specific." 
My effort to bring conversation back to songs had poorly failed and I could feel his unusual discomfort; music was his favourite subject to talk about, but clearly not in this case. 
"Hunter, turn music off! We have to talk, isn't it? Come on, don't leave me hanging, you asshole!"
"Well my guy, how to say it..."
"Tell me with your own words, what's the fucking matter? You found someone else? You're fed up of me? You're... No, Hunter, don't tell me you went off meds!"
"Are you kidding? Off meds, who do you think I am?"
My boyfriend did no longer talk and I hadn't alternatives except calling things with their own names: "I take care of your privacy and health, but other men from Internet don't give a damn about it. ...And about you." 
"You are thinking ill of me, there's no one else in my life! You're the only..."
"Most clean looking people are the dirtiest inside", I almost laughed. "Don't play your usual drama queen part because I know your secrets thanks to your speaking phone. HIV fetish included! That's the issue, as rude as I said it."
Finally I managed to express it, and now that both of us were aware, it was time to see how further things would go. I could see his face turning red and he kept silent till we entered his bedroom with no one of us able to take the first step; we just sat on the bed, with clothes on and his bag next to him.
"I hate your silence", he said after a while. "I never understand if you're angry or what."
"And I can't take yours any more! Listen, baby", I cleared my throat and touched his knee. "If you trust me as you say, why did you let a fucking machine talk to me in your place? I don't buy the story about your forgotten wallet. You have left that bag and unlocked phone at my house on purpose! Say it!"
I caught him red handed, it was obvious but I knew he'd never admit the truth. 
"Well, given that you deny the evidence, you're getting what you deserve. Show me you're worthy of my virus!"
"But you always say you would never do that..."
I took my clothes off and guided his hand to my still soft dick. "Tonight you're not allowed to cum, that'll teach you to poz talk with my gifter without letting me join in! Now strip and kneel down, little fucker, get me hard!"
He complished, and meanwhile I turned both his phones completely off; he was totally in my control now! I have never been dominant towards this guy but discovering his kinks somehow clicked a switch in me: time was up, our boring sex life had finally come to an end! 
"Suck me, Ian", I ordered. "Imagine it's my gifter's charged dick you're taking. Show me how hungry for HIV you are!"
He assaulted me with his lips, kissing and licking my dick and balls while I took control of his head; "little neg cunt, you long for my HIV don't you?" He sucked till My shaft grew in his mouth, so I teased him again. "Feel the taste, don't waste a drop of viral fluid!" 
Ian tried to push me out to say something and I just kept his head in place: "my gift must be deserved, don't talk! Go on, harder!"
Another couple of minutes letting him enjoy my precum and suddenly I pulled him off; I did not want him to swallow my seed, not yet at least.
"Have I done something wrong?" he asked. "Give me your load!"
"'Give me', 'I want', these words do no longer exist from now on. Stay were you belong and show respect to your future gifter. Now climb on your bed, on all fours! Understand?"
"Yes, sir! Lube is in the drawer as usual!" 
"I don't need it!" I spoke softly on purpose, not to be heard by him.
Face down, ass up, he knew I loved that position and he expected me to rim him, but this time I wanted things to be differentt: I just started to slide up and down on his ass crack, positioning my cockhead at his entrance. "You're just an empty box", I degraded him. "A worthless negative hole with no energy left."
"Fuck me now", he begged while I continued to tease his ass. "Gift me, Hunter!"
I slowly approached his hole again and he didn't move. "You're just made for dirty chat, Ian! You're too scared to go all the way!"
"Breed me, poz me up good", he implored once more. "Change my life forever!" His words hit me, as sharp arrows; it looked like he was freeing a long time caged animal from inside him. 
"Blah, blah, blah, that's all you can do!" I challenged him. "If you really intend to chase, push this unmedicated fuck tool into you!"

*Authors' note 1: first story attempt failed, but  a failure is often an opportunity to do better. We have not planned how many chapters it has, but we'll keep on writing till we enjoy it. And of course if it will not offend or harm anyone.

*Authors note 2: PozWorld is reversed. "Ordinary" condition is poz, while neg status is not socially accepted at all.

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Part 1: machines don't keep secrets!

-Hunter:

"Hey my little Chaser! Don't make me waste another poz load!"
An artificial voice was reading a weird message aloud waking me suddenly up, alone in my bed. Where on Earth was my boyfriend? Damn, I absolutely had to get rid of this inexplicable jealousy. His phone was not on the charger so it was clear he carried it with him, that voice could only be a bad dream! Ian could just have gone to catch an earlier bus without disturbing me during sleep, that spoken message was surely coming from my fantasy. 
Hearing a machine speak may seem strange but when you regularly meet a blind person and become close enough, you don't even notice it any longer. On the other side though I was always concerned for his privacy so I didn't chat about sex with him, in case personal messages could be loudly spoken at inappropriate times. 
He has known I'm undetectable since we started to date but from that moment, HIV has no longer been a conversation subject. Barebacking was safe for us, no reason to worry about it. 
We had another trouble instead, our sex life had become monotonous. If I only had guts to face this situation! "We have to talk", and then? Let's open our couple, or let's go separate ways? I was scared at the idea of him thinking I looked for other sex encounters because I rejected his blindness. Nothing of this, I am just a man with his needs! He also expressed a desire to live together sooner or later, but I knew it couldn't last long in this way. We have to talk, this formula had to be spoken aloud, hopefully as soon as possible because cheating almost became an urge for me. 
I prepared myself a coffee to drink my concerns away, when I heard another beep and the artificial voice spoke again: "You're missing a great opportunity man, don't waste this gift and talk to him asap!" I smiled at myself and at a waist bag hanging from a chair in the kitchen, a silly machine hidden in there was revealing my boy's secret side.
"It may be a friend's bag", I told myself and took the courage to call him. Phew! The phone rang and that mysterious bag stayed silent! "It's truly not his stuff or my business", I thought waiting for an answer with the phone on my ear.
"Hey, Hunter", Ian's voice finally spoke. "I was thinking of you, and here you are!"
"I called because I found your waist bag", I told him. "You left it here in the kitchen! One day you may forget your head too."
"Oh, thanks honey, I thought I lost it in the bus! At least it's in a safe place."
"Safe hands and ears", I had a malicious grin on my face. "Don't use public transport tonight, after you finish your work day I'll come and pick you up. We have... We have to talk!" 
He sent me a kiss and hung up, while the annoying robot continued to speak so I grabbed Ian's bag, exploring it inside: a phone was there, together with his wallet and some wipes. 
Thankfully no pass code had been set on the phone so it opened only by pressing a button, I was too curious to verify how many kinks my boyfriend really had! 
I turned talking assistant off and it took a couple gestures for me to retrieve his conversation with a certain PozCop, which I read entirely; it was obvious they had been sexting for a long time and I decided to play along. Let's figure out where it goes, a chat won't harm anyone!  
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BlindChaser: Hi, I finally talked to him.
PozCop: What? Are you serious?
BlindChaser: Yeah, in the beginning it was embarrassing but that conversion set us free.
BlindChaser: *CONVERSATION, I wanted to say conversation, sorry. Fucking autocomplete!
PozCop: LOL! Yeah, I got it. 
PozCop: You see, I was right! I know him like the back of my pocket, you have nothing to be scared about him. So, did he react as I expect?
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What the fuck! Ian and the stranger were planning something behind my back and that nickname seemed familiar to me! How could the world be so small! 
"I am getting hard only to imagine myself pozzing my bf", I typed; but before sending, I remembered my role play and answered trying to talk in Ian's shoes.
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BlindChaser: His first reaction was horrified and we had an argue but his body told another story. He was clearly turned on, even if he would never admit it! 
PozCop: Why does this guy always play a fucking good man role! Trust me, deep inside he's a pig like you.
BlindChaser: I agree. He made me suck him, keeping my head in place till he came deep into my throat.
PozCop: Oh, poor chaser! Another blank load! I think you need a fully charged one.
BlindChaser: Fuck yeah! I can't wait!
PozCop: I take this as a written consent. So, let's go for it! See you tomorrow in that place you know. 
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Fuck, this was no fantasy: in a few hours my guy was going to get pozzed! I had to find out more details and make him change his mind, whatever it took.
With Ian's phone in my hand I accessed PozCop's contact determined to block him forever, when I felt an intense pain coming from my fingers and someone talking but this time it was not a machine! 
"You wanted me into your body, man!" the voice said. "Let your guy take the same journey, both your lives belong to me!" 
This voice seemed real but no one was around, for sure. Maybe I started to be paranoid, or it was because I willingly became positive but till now I never considered gifting as an option; I couldn't close my eyes to my boy's desires though, if he seriously wanted HIV I had to be certain I was his gifter. 
I remained with my thumb moving up and down on the touch screen, conflicted, till I took my final decision: I cleared only my latest messages from the whole chat, turned screen reader back on and placed the phone where I found it, ready to give it back to its owner; let's discover who that PozCop really was! 
I spent the whole day with my mind suggesting me to give him the bag and return to everyday life, but the mysterious voice soon overcame my rational thinking: "You were born to be a gifter, accept your destiny otherwise you'll lose all my benefits forever!" 
Oh damn! Who spoke to me and which benefits was they talking about? Last time I went for usual HIV check up, my doctor told me I was part of an experiment by taking meds he prescribed me, but I almost forgot it: treatment suppressed my viral load, I had no side effects, it meant all was correctly working. Or this mysterious voice I hear is caused by meds? Such an opportunity to give up with them, I thought at myself.
After his work day was over, Ian was waiting for me outside his office as expected and as I greeted him he kissed me: "thanks my love, you saved me!" 
He explored my whole body with his hands, and panicked: "my bag, Hunter! Where the fuck is it?"
"One is here and it's full", I told him guiding his hand on my semi-hard member. "The other is in my car!"
"I'm glad to you, thanks for keeping it safe."
"True, but your machines talk much more than a person does. And if you forget them turned on, they're not able to keep secrets."

We love this one!

Longing for new chapters.

Love the bond between Turnpike and the father, and then the father and the older son.

Hope joseph Sloan can experience the same bond!

His father has been a little violent, but, well, a bit of roughness is necessary for the virus to freely enter the new host's blood stream.