PozTalkAuthor

Preparing next chapter but I'm in a big need of chilling out! A busy week waits for me (I wanted to post new chapter directly but I don't manage to, sorry). Next will be Elias's perspective. Then afterwards the virus again.

Oh, well, you asked who should fuck... There are at least 3 gifters (Dominic, Will, and Pastor Klyne) for three converting chasers (Ryan, Lewis, Peter). Plus Jay, Will's brother. So, you have whatever pattern you want! Poz guys arguing for the first who takes the chasers' first poz load, and who can enter those feverish holes first...

Chapter 1, PozCop: happy birthday I still could not believe that my husband passed away so quickly; it was me to find him dead, hit by the bus which should have taken him to his office, and I still can remember three teens running away as soon as they saw us cops around. Impossible to see their faces and identify them. I watched the old family photo hanging on the wall, with all of us together: me and Ian standing next to my twin sister and her girlfriend Sharon, who held our little son Elias; next to it, another pic showed a tall, young and sexy teen holding a trophy and showing a large smile of pride. I placed my left hand on Ian's empty chair and couldn't hold tears. "Time for you to find a replacement", my sister suggested; "I know Sharon and I are no longer enough for you." I remained silent, aware that my special Ian was gone and no other man could replace him at all. "Listen, my Gifter", Sharon stood up and came close to me. "Stop crying on yourself, you could do nothing for him! It was an accident!" "I could have driven him at work", I blamed myself; "but Chief called me for that silly thing of teens fighting for a girl! What an emergency, for me Chief could even fuck off." "You should better go to wake Elias up", she interrupted me and took a folded paper from a drawer. "But first tell me your intentions, did you change your mind after what happened or shall we proceed?" I just took the paper ffrom her hand and after having read it, I tore it in pieces. "I won't waste this past week! Now time has come! Let me show you where this prescription must go", I said, and ran to flush it down the toilet. "Understood", Sharon unbuttoned her shirt addressing a sad smile at me. "I feel so guilty, Gifter", she almost cried while I looked at the two scorpions tattooed on her breasts. "I did my best for Elias with my milk but we have been disappointed", she cried at the stingers pointing at her nipples. "Who's crying at themselves now", I playfully spanked her ass and, without waiting for her reply, I walked to my son's room. One knock, two, three, no answer and no movement, so I pushed the handle down and the door opened. "Eli", I whispered softly; "breakfast is almost cold. Wake up my son!" Elias didn't move; he laid down on the bed, on his belly, face pressed onto the pillow; with no regard I closed the room's door and sat next to him. Being that close I noticed his body shaking and the pillowcase soaked in tears. "Again?", I asked; "it's a whole week it goes on like this! What's up, my boy!" "I miss Ian", he sobbed; "I've always his voice into my ears, his smile, everything..." "Same for me", I comforted him; "he's living inside my heart and blood, although his body has gone." But my son's gaze wasn't directed to me, he continued to cry over the pillow instead! A cop like me knows it, I'm not born yesterday, there was clearly something else in the air. "I swear it", I said caressing his hair; "if I discover someone has hurt you anyhow, be sure they'll end up buried somewhere. No one has the right to offend you or make you suffer, my dear. These are tears from a young broken heart, aren't they?" "What? Might be abstinence from my pills", the boy blushed, determined to change the conversation subject; "why did you made me suspend them a week ago!" I pulled him by his hands, forcing him to get out of bed; while standing, he was tall as me, with a muscular young innocent body just dressed in underwear; "happy birthday", I smiled at him touching his round, perfect ass; "look at yourself, today you turn 18, but you look as an adult crying like a baby!" His head on my shoulder, he broke in tears again so I held him tight in my arms: "dad's here for you, my little man; and if you stopped those pills it's because they're for boys! Today it's time for you to get your deserved upgrade. I want you to be free, from now on." "Ian was the only one who listened to me", he cried again; "I'm 18 and have never kissed a girl or a boy, no one, everybody says people like me bring misfortune and negativity. All guys in my school had sex at least once, and me... Nothing. Even Ian rejected me, we just talked." "Because you weren't in legal age, but from today..." I held him even tighter, slowly caressing his body till his sobs subsided. I could notice his dick hardening but I hesitated before sliding his underwear down. "I know it's wrong", he finally said looking into my eyes; "but I saw you kissing Alex! Your sister! Could you kiss your son?" I was already dripping precum under my pants, but I was conscious about the importance of the moment; "I'll give you your special 18th birthday gift, Eli, but one step at a time!"

Thanks, I'm writing second chapter and we may get some hint on who the tall teen is.

It's linked at the beginning of this one

It's not the first one, I have also another with the virus as one of characters; it's called "we have to talk"; it's longer and completed, if you want to have fun. Poor virus, chasers want to be poz, gifters want to transmit, without asking what the one who's directly interested wants! No HIV virus has been mistreated or exploited for my writings

Thanks for giving me support my dear 💕😘❤️

Thanks! I have a couple other projects to schedule next days so as soon as they're at least 50 percent planned, I'll have some free days to dedicate to this plot, after work. For me, writing bugchasing/virus/poztalk stories is not just a matter of sexual excitement. There's much more in this world to explore! There's a reason why I've started the plot with the virus's point of view. It's (he's) the only one to know one of the characters' double life. And will be conflicted whether or not telling his host what's happening!

Oh, fuck!!! Reading this story and seeing my ex's face was automatic! Him, with his begging eyes, while I was pushing him into the farm's gate while I was completing the contract with the farmer: "take this one, poz it up, cut its genitals off with no painkillers and sell it as a sex toy and good cook. Important that I do not have this thing around any longer" Go on with it, and let's see how many twisted fantasies it awakens in me!

Second generation! The story's main character should poz his best friend - maybe together with his stepbrother 🦠☣️

Oh fuck, I had missed this! A son converting his father... 🦠☣️

I could be rude about those campaigns but I don't find them different from conservative politicians who would like us to repress our sexuality. Campaigns and challenges against masturbation have no sense IMHO. We spend years and years to fight against people repressing us, then we invent something for (temporarily or not) repressing ourselves? If it's in a master-slave relationship, or dominant/sub, those are the couple's business. But to create campaigns and spread them on social media, I don't accept such things at all!

Yes of course I remember it, the first time my first ex came in me without wearing a condom. It was a new level, the warmth I felt inside was undescribable. Electric. Yes, I admit, I had completely fallen for him. And we spent days of paranoia thinking of consequences, given that he had a past of drug addiction. For the usual stereotype of risk measured by categories rather than behaviours. We are still in contact and sometimes we still talk about it, but I really remember the sensation of him spraying in me, his warmth filled my whole body, like us becoming one. Seriously I can't find the words to describe it properly!

Today I'm busy and don't know if I publish next chapter, I'm planning it for next days; what I'm certain about, is that I have no longer intention to satisfy people who criticize a story after having read chapter ZERO. Having nothing to get hard for, doesn't mean that someone must search for pleasure trying to destroy others' contents. "I give you feedback you never received before", sniff sniff, it smells troll from long distance; I used the ignore list, so, I'll no longer follow up to further discussion with such tone.

I'm not one who can immediately fit everyone's tastes. This is a fact. Easy clicks and immediate "big likes" have never been my goal here.

AUTHOR's NOTE: This will be a sequel of We have to talk. Some characters are inherited from there, others aren't, this first post is just the setup with the virus's point of view. I am trying to build the story so that knowing "we have to talk" deeply is not necessary. ------ Chapter 0, HIV: Run, Ian, run! It's difficult to be a virus living into a blind guy's blood stream; communication is complicated due to many interferences with his talking devices, I always had to be careful about where he went and what he did, responsible of helping him get away from people wanting to take advantage of his condition. Yes, Ian was a strong and determined guy but in some cases naive, a caring human tending to consider others' needs more important than his own. So, agreeing with his gifter, I decided not to be transferred to other people when sweet Ian had sex with someone. No matter if he trusted them, if I didn't like the guy he was in bed with, no conversion could occur! I'm a conscious virus, mine is always the last word and this applies to everyone with no exception. That day was not different for humans: after giving him usual morning load, gifter PozCop headed out leaving Ian chilling out on their bed, still naked and plugged; but I unexplicably felt scared as if apocalypse was coming closer and closer! I noticed Ian stretching his muscles and listen to the time on his talking watch so I tried to share my sensations with him. In vain! He just got up from the mattress without caring about my signals, stepped into the shower and spoke to his voice assistant to turn on some morning music. "Leave the office alone", I attempted to warn him; "don't go to the bus stop, work from home today! Please, listen to me!" "Impertinent virus", was his reply; "you are turning me into a lazy guy!" I didn't feel like to argue with him though, he could ask for help to Alex or Sharon, gifter's sister and her girlfriend. But I forgot it: "hopefully it's just a stupid sensation", I thought and resigned to his idea to catch the bus; nothing else I could do, being inside his blood stream. It took some minutes to walk there, with his white cane and my help the road was less dangerous for him. So, reached the bus stop, he sat on the bench waiting for the vehicle to arrive. "Phew", he said; "we're here in advance! I ran for nothing!" Three teen guys were walking around, probably waiting for their school bus and I heard them making fun of Ian: "This man talks by himself", the taller one was laughing aloud. "Blind and mad, that's a horrible combination!" "If I take his phone off his hands he'll not notice", the medium-sized whispered at his shortest mate's hear hoping no one could hear him. Of course not Ian, but I did! "You play with fire", the shortest one replied; "all this mess for a couple joints? Leave him alone!" "He's one of those who take it up his ass", the tall laughed, "I could see if I can enjoy myself with that cane of his! We can have more fun than robbing a smartphone, believe me! I know the fucker!" I was right, doom's day had arrived. If only Ian listened to me, if he only decided to work from home! Unfortunately I knew the tall teen, very well. More than anyone could even guess, but I couldn't talk. I promised my very first carrier I wouldn't ever say a word till a specified date, and it took one more week to be there! What if PozCop could discover I had betrayed him! I was assisting to a terrifying scene though, a known human was bullying my beloved one. I had to do my best to save both! "Run, Ian, run", I ordered him; "I'll stop you if there's something wrong. Leave the cane alone, run... Run and trust me!" "Oh, what a show", the tall guy laughed again seeing the blind one running straight forwards without any aid. "Let's film it..." He pointed his phone's camera straight to Ian moving, and I kept my concentration on him. Could I reveal myself, how should I behave... Distracted by my own conflicts I lost precious seconds: "Run to the right side", I transferred an excruciating pain to Ian's right armpit but it was too late. Long, endless minutes passed with Ian lying on the street, blood coming from his mouth and with the three teens still filming, careless of what happened in front of them. "911! Unit needed at the bus stop!", I heard a metallic human voice coming from somewhere. "Man hit by a bus! Looks serious!" "Adrian Miller here", another voice replied; "I'm coming to the scene!" "Received, PozCop! Ambulance needed! Quick!"

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