PozTalkAuthor

Not into chemsex at all, but love reading stories with gradual seduction, pozzing, and a bond/ownership forming between gifter and chaser. In this case chems have helped to defeat Lance's hesitations a lot!

It's going on! The virus is determined to prevent PozCop from pozzing Elias! Till the boy doesn't tell the truth about the accident. Poor naive neg boy he doesn't believe in talking virus (spoiler)

This is the price to pay when choosing to create stories different from the "ordinary"; I honestly often complain because many stories here do not transmit (pun intended) anything to me. Not wanting to criticize/dislike others, I do my best to create my own content, and not being liked by everyone is always among possibilities.

Chapter 4, PozCop: man outside, boy inside Humiliated, degraded. That's what I felt when my dick softened in front of my son! No way to explain Elias that I had a conscious virus who could stop me from doing what he didn't want me to, so I ran downstairs till pain and embarrassment subsided. Fucking stubborn HIV of mine, nothing could be done if he decided something but now he had to accept I wanted to poz my son! Why shouldn't I! "Elias is not what you think he is", my virus insisted and I couldn't accept him to accuse my neg son of something so, I lost my patience: "think about your own business, damned HIV! Or you know how you're going to end up!" I squeezed my soft dick in my hand, I knew just a way to make it rise again but looking around, I realized Sharon and Alexandra already headed out. I stared at Ian's photo hanging on the wall, if only he could be here and let me fuck his face or ass! No, he was permanently gone, brutally killed by the bus. The thought about Ian made me wonder: where was the white cane my husband used as a guide? Other cops didn't find it on the accident's scene. Could it be possible, the three teen boys running quickly away stole it? That made no sense! A quick thought came to my mind: Elias, is it him! Was him one of the bullies, no, Ian loved my son and that was mutual, no reason to think something bad about my Eli. "He's not what you consider him to be", HIV warned me one more time, forcing me to clearly ignore those advices; Ian was there, smiling from the picture, his white cane in a hand and holding Sharon's arm with the other. Breaking down in tears was not appropriate, so I ran upstairs again. "Oral only", I repeated at myself and finally sat on my bed, next to Elias. "It's me", the boy still cried, his head on my shoulder one more time; "I'm wrong, I was born wrong..." "No, boy", I kissed his cheek and dried his tears with my fingers. "My little, sweet, innocent boy! My best success in life!" He unexpectedly jumped up and came to sit on my knees; finally our bodies entwined again, arms circling each other's waists; our lips touched once, twice, then a sweet, innocent kiss lips to lips, him shaking in my arms for excitement and maybe fear. My hands began exploring his back, shoulders, and his perfect round ass; "this needs to be bred", I whispered and with no further hesitation I shoved my tongue into his mouth. There he was with his innocence, his lips began to suck on my tongue and only after a while he kissed me back; his dick was hard as a rock, the opposite of mine which still bounced down. "It's me", he told me again after we broke the kiss; "I've got something wrong for sure. Or, you know father and son couldn't fuck..." One finger on his lips to silence him, and again same finger inserted in his mouth, together with my tongue, both of us sucking it simultaneously. With no result for me, so I pushed him down, laying on the mattress, and kissed all over his body. But something still blocked me! "Eli", I called him tentatively; "I can't explain it in other words..." I rubbed his chest, caressing his teenage fur; some on his legs, genitals and ass crack. "No, no, no", I shook my head; "I found what's wrong with you, something must change on here..." "I'm so proud of my fur", he commented, "what do you tell me!" Shaving cream and electric razor in my hand, I had not to explain Eli my intentions: "you're not allowed to have hairy skin", I commanded; "till you don't became a man, till your blood stream gets upgraded. For now you're a boy and must look as such! you hear me?" I took his balls in my hand and squeezed hard: "no hard on! Not now at least! Understood?" As soon as his dick became soft, I quickly extracted a chastity cage from my drawer and locked his member; "fits perfectly", I smiled, showing him another cage, with spikes inside. "And if you don't behave, I'll change it with the other one!" "I deserve this, dad", he said, staring at the mirror to see his newly transformed body. I caressed and licked all over his newly shaved skin, it was so smooth and velvety, as a good boy should be. But nothing happened: I felt mentally horny, while my penis didn't respond at all! "Son", I finally called him; "your actions and reactions don't convince me... What's the fucking matter with you!" "Nothing", he replied; "I'm fine..." "Fine when you stay awake all night? Fine when you always cry? Fine as you don't go to school? Boy, do you really think I was born yesterday?" That was my most difficult mission, to treat my son as I assumed him to be suspected of a crime. "Eli, there's something serious you've seen", I dared to say. "Seen, or done. I know it, you stole Ian's cane. Say it!"

You all here have the intention to keep me horny all the time!!!

Part 3, of course! After a hard day of work, those stories make me so fucking hard! Poz guys exchanging strains, and, yes I admit I still think of my ex when I think of 742L - that asshole deserves same treatment.

Pleased to see you're back, sexy! Keep on with this one!

Chapter 3, HIV: who's in control? No human knows Elias as I do. Not his friends, much less his parents: I was there while Adri's poz seed and Sharon's negative egg merged together, I should actually have been the only creature to be transferred from that encounter! A new being formed, instead; I assisted to the event of two cells becoming one and starting to replicate in a new life, never seen such a show before; in that exact moment I understood I had to share my existence with an undesired guest. Time passed and I learnt to love the new creature who continued growing and growing, through Sharon's body I could perceive their heart start to beat and their movements, till I realized he was a new vulnerable, little male human! "He'll be toxic like us", was Sharon and Adri's decision. But I wanted to take revenge on them for having excluded me from such an important choice; kill him and force Sharon to expel the lifeless body? No, too cruel; I loved her and her gifter too much, but I couldn't forgive them completely. For months I wondered why the newborn should come out from the same door that gave me free access to Sharon's body! It hadn't to be like that, so, I let baby Elias live with my antibodies for some days, then here it was. A nice neg status. I'm looking at him now, through his father's blood stream I can see how a beautiful guy he's become; if only he wasn't the asshole I've seen he has turned into! I started to regret my decision to leave him neg, as I could have avoided many trouble he's caused to others. Yes, I just assumed he well accepted his parents' education. And I was totally wrong. Finally his 18th birthday has come and he's unbuttoning his father's pants; like mother like son, I notice the same anxiety Sharon had years before, when Gifter took her virginity away. Elias's lips were closer and closer to his father's, so I took the chance: "FBI", I said; "PozCop! What kind of policeman are you? Look at him some more!" He stepped backwards and stared at his son for a moment but noticing his excitement he guided him upstairs, where the bed was prepared as it had been 18 years before: the white clean sheet was there, to welcome Eli's virgin blood. "You think your neg status is lasting long with me?" my host asked nonchalantly, while his son undressed him; both humans' dicks were rock hard and soon enough the two were rolling on the bed, in each other's arms but young Elias clearly didn't feel comfortable and his father gently massaged his body; "no way", I told my carrier. "Who's in control, cop? You'll poz him if I want you to, understood?" Every time they attempted a kiss, I enjoyed causing Adri pain and itching through his skin, swelling his lips, till his member finally softened; matter of determination, I didn't want to be inside Elias's body knowing what he had done with his horrible group of friends! My host surrendered and, struggling against the tickle on his feet, he ran downstairs leaving his son naked ass up on the big bed; I could now confront him, virus-to-man, forcing him to face reality in a way or another. "Damned virus", he exclaimed sitting down on the couch; "what the fuck do you want now! Don't you think you already created problems to us?" We both heard Elias calling dad from upstairs, but I didn't want to let Adrian take care of him yet. "I won't be his virus at all, first educate that asshole of your son..." Still naked, his soft dick and balls ridiculously bouncing, he jumped up and opened the meds cabinet trying to threaten me again. "I'm not afraid", I teased him, "if you make me go down to undetectable your sex appeal will decrease. Look at yourself now, would you spend an entire life with those useless pendants down there? If I only want it, you'll never be able to get hard again!" "I'm a gifter", he shouted; "I'm a fucking gifter!" And he started to play with his member, with no results. "Let's find a compromise", I finally proposed him; "you go upstairs and play with Elias orally then you ask him what he's done with poor Ian's white cane. Listen to me, he's a lot to tell you about."

I will wait, meanwhile I'm going ahead with mine

Being homosexual and hetero-romantic maybe? Always assuming that labels make sense, I do not think so, as sexuality is a complex subject which can't be caged in judgmental fences. That said, what to do? Consider getting on Prep if it's available or you can afford it; if your attitude for barebacking grows as you think of, taking HIV prevention pills is the right path in order to avoid bad surprises... And, yes, serosorting and trust are not an appropriate mean of prevention! How to accept who you are? Maybe the fact you're asking to confront, means you've crossed the line: denial, admission, confront, accepting. I'm not (and don't want to be) a psy, but these steps come from my own experience. I have had big fantasies since more than a decade, and I have hard worked to repress them for years, circumstances forced me to face them, till now. With more effort I have managed to confront with others here, and embrace them totally, as science allows me to fulfill them without actually harming others. Medicine is our most precious ally, so, if you want to hookup and bb around... First consider prevention steps. Hugs.

So fucking hot! Now let the two enjoy the journey, their soon-to-be biological bond for life! What about a photo session of Tim feverish, sweaty, on Ed's bed, in sweat-soaked sheets during fuck flu. And gifter admiring his conquest, on photo and in person. Don't make me go further or I get hard AF!

Chapter 2, Elias: the pills Another sleepless night, spent in tears laying down on my belly; under my pillow I kept the last object belonging to my poor step dad. I've grown up in a loving family with my dads, mom and aunt who always gave me what I needed but my second dad's death caused a relevant void on me. What a disaster, it was my 18th birthday, the day I've waited for so long. A day planned by my family as a "rite of initiation" as my parents said, and now I was a ghost of myself. I hugged and kissed the last memory of dad Ian, holding it tight in my arms; a blood stain dirtied the object and I had no courage to return it to my family as it reminded me the care and love I had for him. As someone knocked at the door, I did my best to ignore it and pretended to sleep, not before having hidden Ian's memory under the mattress as usual but the knocks insisted! Was it Mom Sharon or mom-aunt Alex wanting me in the kitchen? No time to wonder more, as dad Adrian opened the door. After small talk he wished me happy birthday and, seeing me in tears, he forced me off the bed! What could I tell him, I couldn't come out with real reasons of my suffering, so I just confessed him my sexless teen age; it was so difficult to share my feelings, he educated me to be strong, able to defend myself, and I was a shy sexless frustrated guy instead! "Look at yourself", he smiled at me; "you're such a young sexy man now. Don't cry, love, I'm here to give you everything you need". Everything, he said? He really said "everything"? I looked my blushing face at the mirror again and found the courage to talk; it was not the first time I saw him kissing his twin sister or finger her holes, and he did it even when I was around; dads and moms used to walk naked through the house and I couldn't... "Kiss me please", I dared to say, facing him but as soon as my lips touched his, he stopped me! Again I felt shy towards him, so we stood there, him clothed and me in underwear, to stare at each other. "Eli, come with me", he suddenly said; "but leave your undies here!" Excitement and fear caught me by surprise, I never saw dad Adrian so dominant towards me; as soon as I dropped my underwear on the floor, he took it in his hand and started to lick it. "Someone's horny", he commented; "I can taste fresh, innocent precum here. Cum with me! No, well, come with me!" Hand in hand we walked through the corridor till we reached stairs; "wow", I thought, I had never accessed the staircase up dad's bedroom without his permission! And now we were going up together. His hand in mine, did no longer seem the safe and firm grip by a father, his experienced fingers were trying to explore me, I felt he was observing my hand with x-ray and I noticed my dick hardening. "Sorry, really..." I cleared my throat before talking; "but, well, I can't contain myself! I have a body. With needs." Finally we reached his bedroom and I noticed a white, clean sheet on his huge bed; how envious I was, guessing how much sex he had there! With my poor step dad, with my mothers, and whoever could come and visit him; the bed looked clean, though. Like it had just been deeply washed. Then, what was that white cloth, what was it needed for! I stared at the wall and I could notice a frame hanging there, with pieces of the same cloth united together in a sort of mosaic. White but stained of whatever it could be; "an artist", I thought, "dad is a cop and artist" but I had no guts to ask any questions. A sealed toothbrush was positioned on the nightstand and dad adjusted the sheet accurately on the mattress; "lay on there", he commanded me and I protested: "it's brand-new, I'd not like to... To ruin it! Sorry my dick drips, and it never happened so much, I'd stain this wonderful cloth, laying on it!" "An order is an order, Elias", he exclaimed; "look at me, do you think I'm kidding?" His rigid belt hanging from the door, a leash attached to the coathanger, I would never have guessed dad could be so firm at me, he's never been! "Do you want your birthday gift, boy, or would you like to remain a kid?" He unlocked a drawer and showed me a bottle. Sealed, full of pills. "Decide now", he ordered; "or I'll force you to take these again and you'll get no gifts." My life went on with pills, from puberty till now, and family said they were vitamins. "Explain me", I pleaded, my hard-on subsided in the meantime, and before talking, dad pushed me on the bed, above the wait cloth. He climbed on the mattress till he finally reached me, and his clothed arm covered my naked, innocent chest. "I've got to tell you boy", his face just few centimeters from mine. "Your 18th birthday gift is sexual freedom." What a mess, I really felt confused now and stared at the pills bottle, still standing on the bedside table; my curiosity was evident because I knew those medicines, despite family's told story of vitamins I recognized them as I saw friends swallowing pills of same color and shape. "Wow", I smiled at my father pretending to buy his past lies; "you mean I'm starting a prevention treatment? Is it so? This is... My friends call it Prep! I know the bottle!" Dad shook his head, with the biggest grin I ever saw on him: "my little naive boy", he ruffled my hair and kissed my forehead. "You've taken these meds for years and just stopped treatment a week ago, you really think your innocence is still lasting long with me? You're ready to become a man! Stop asking questions and take my clothes off, boy, we have a long day!"