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Ideas? Here I am! 

- Lewis and Ryan -the youngest characters- should convert. You no longer mentioned them!

It could be that one of the two boys tests neg (maybe Lewis?) and is disappoints. Yes, Lewis, it can be like this: Lewis, testing neg, goes to Peter hoping he can convert him. But Peter and Ryan's father, just say "no, this is Ryan's duty to convert you".

Adults watch a teen converting the other...

Ben, Will and Jay: the two brothers (Will and Jay) convert Ben -their father-. But first, Jay comes out with the real identity of his gifter (Will).

Dominic and Will, get married and have a big celebration party where Dominic reveals he has finished his gifting career as he was diagnosed full blown AIDS. So, he's going on meds very soon. And leaves the responsibility to Peter, the heavy cummer.

And of course the wedding is the coincidence with Lewis's conversion.

You don't owe nothing. So, feel free to write when you're in the mood - there's nothing worse than a story written without wanting it totally, something written just to please others wouldn't be spontaneous. 

I am an author too, I know someone is waiting for next part, but it's a hobby and must be treated as such.

Feel free to continue it whenever you want. Without an expiry date.

Gay or hetero changes nothing: if folks are educated assuming a partner is a property,who knows where it can end up! 

I hear this kind of news on newspapers every day. Former husbands killing their former wives, or even leaving the woman alive but killing their children... 

Being a cop doesn't guarantee anything. "cop" does not mean "a good person". Give a weapon in a narcisist's hands and the damage is done!

I can't talk further for obvious reasons but I've known these stories too much (mostly men vs. women) and it's always the same old music. 

This kind of men seem produced in series... One equal to the other. 

They're like when you find a new house. You see it nice, welcoming, it doesn't cost much. Then just after you go inside you realize most parts must be rebuilt.

But in case of these abusers, you might notice when it's too late.

Let me say I've been lucky I had a boyfriend (my ex) who attempted to kill me... Not physically but mentally. And sometimes I still feel the wound he caused isn't totally healed yet. 

But if I hadn't friends, new partner, job... I might have ended up with a sad conclusion.

5 minutes ago, negchaserlooking said:

I am so happy that you and your guy found each other and that you are helping him come to terms with himself (we have chatted). Whether you and he choose to take that next step will happen, if and when it happens. And yes the number of straight married men looking to hook up seems to certainly outweigh the number of gay men in my experience. 

We can't talk globally, there are many and many situations where social background forces you to condition your long-term life. Many people who coming out might find themselves homeless and moneyless! 

I honestly could have taken the step towards my guy much, much before and kick the abuser out. But it would have meant "I kick the bad one out and let my guy live with me"

both of us coming out from life unhappily shared with unwanted people, and no space on our own. It would have broken everything. 

This way we have been certain he could have his own place, and that's all! 

I just share this because my guy and I have talked about this story, besides the sexy part.

The character Dan is homeless, has nothing to lose. The other one is rich, so the homeless can even earn something, a better quality of life...

Btw, if there are kids around, situation is even worse! 

Forced to live an unhappy life for the kids' own good, but unhappiness is inevitably transmitted to them in an endless chain. 

I appreciate some stories and authors here, because they are not just "cum and go". Stories give also some inspiration to discuss about a subject. And confront.

Longing for part 3, with his full conversion to POZ!!!

This topic (straight marriage vs. gay relationship) triggers me. Besides poz/neg issue.

I read it together with my guy and he said "without your courage I might still be unhappily married to my wife"

I didn't force sex though. I needed air. Coming out from an abusive relationship. 

I think many closeted men stay like this because their wives just iron, wash clothes and cook for them...LOL

I'm kidding, of course. But maybe not that much

15 minutes ago, marriedsub said:

Yes Sir, I admit... 😊

I wanted to write you but accessing your profile returns an error

Honey, 😘😘😘 you can feel free to write me anytime

39 minutes ago, marriedsub said:

Absolutely love this story! Dream of becoming a whore just like that...

What a surprise... 

Who I found, just waking up!!! 

You're my slut 🏳️‍🌈🤗🔥🔥🔥🐖☣️😘😘😘💞

I prefer a shaved ass, but no particular preference about the whole body. 

But in summer when it's extremely hot, both me and my guy mostly shave...I still remember when he said "a shaved man is not a man" then I gave him proof about the opposite. Whose dick pounded you... Whose ass is sore now...

This kind of stories are my favourite. When romance and unexperienced partner is involved, who then is seduced...and...

21 minutes ago, hntnhole said:

The world is having a difficult time of it these days, it seems, at least the Western world.  Sorry your conversation ended the way it did, but most of us would have reacted the same way.  The "woke-ers" are drowning in a sea of "anti-woke-ers" sometimes.  Thanks for sharing your thoughts. 

Maybe eastern side has same trouble. There are so many homophobic countries in Africa, Asia, East Europe... 

I think it's not appropriate to dislike the place where we live and where we can defend our rights. 

Btw, the conversation ended how it had to end! It wasn't my loss at all. 

8 minutes ago, hntnhole said:

Well put. Thanks.  

Just talked with a woman like that, today. 

We were talking about music, an event with a chart. Winners and losers. 

There was a singer talking about world peace who achieved low places in the chart. And she said: 

"this time Woke and Politically Correct have lost. People are fed up of all this stuff"

Just a couple words. "woke" and "politically-correct" have commanded my brain to say "I don't want to know anything else from you. No interest in continuing the conversation, thanks".

They really seem trained animals who always do the same thing, remotely commanded by their owner - then they accuse us all of the same but when you label "woke and politically correct" someone talking about peace, I honestly think the world is not becoming a good place. Regardless of political address you have.

As for "woke", some months ago I've heard about Elon Musk-et- who has been asked about this. He hadn't a precise reply as well!!! 🐑🐑🐑🤣🖕They say that if you want to identify something, it needs a name. 

Stigma against HIV is SEROPHOBIA for example. You exactly know what it means; taking the condom off without partner's consent is called STEALTHING. It has a definition. Stop. 

But "woke"? You have the name, but the meaning is a mystery. 

I have heard "woke"/"wokeism" for the first time, in the context of "black lives matter": talking about white folks helping the black population. Consequently, it would mean "woke" - awakened from "the darkness" of racism, stigma, apartheid and such stuff. 

So, from a "white suprematist"'s perspective, a person similar to them who embraces the black cause and self-calling "woke", is an offense towards the whole suprematist's movement. 

Such as, "you are here because our parents, grand parents and before, worked hard to bring us here. And you're spitting in the dish where you eat, helping marginalized folks and leaving us behind"...

That's the philosophy of those people fighting against the phantom of "wokeism", "politically correct", "gender theory", "lgbt propaganda" and bullshit. 

It's completely normal they don't know what to answer if asked about this. They follow the group, like sheeps. Without a proper way to reason. 

I say the same about LGBT slogan "love is love"; I know many campaigns made by married LGBT couples and so on... 

But "love is love" itself is a sentence with a partial sense as a promiscuous gay man who comes (cums) and goes from a motel to the other, from a bathhouse to the other, etc... Has the exact same rights not to be judged and marginalized, than the gay couple who represents the very traditional monogamous lifestyle with or without kids. 

I'm an author after all, and know how words are important. They need to be reasoned before being pronounced or written, associating them to a cause which concerns our lives. There are gays who believe in love (like me), others who don't, or who chose not to have a loving relationship. 

"Love is love" concretely excludes people who don't give a damn of love, like they wouldn't exist. Not fair at all.

My sensation is that "woke" is the same of "politically correct", "LGBT propaganda"...

I often notice this when talking: some people using certain words repeating them by heart without even wondering what they really mean. 

I tell someone they're unpolite during a conversation where they insult? They reply back with "oh, I'm fed up of this politically correct" - I have given an elegant sample.

But when you ask: "sorry, politically correct? What do you exactly mean?"

They have very poor answers. But if you talk without filters like they want to, they feel offended! 

They can tell you you're a f-word. But if you say they're assholes, you can't. You are the usual "woke", "politically correct", "radical chic"...

I could say a lot of these, I call them "phantom words". Or, at least, they've become almost meaningless but they had a concrete meaning when they started to be used. Who knows. I could really give a huge list of these, in at least a couple languages.

On 2/14/2020 at 11:28 PM, marktulley2000 said:

Who took your virginity and at what age?  Where you tricked into it or did you initiate it?

I was 21. 

"tricked" no, but let's say I had completely fallen for the guy. 

Virginity as bottom, virginity as top, he gave me experiences I still remember. 

To say it in cold world, "contrast between pleasure and pain"

the guy is still a close friend.

simply hot AF

Oh, fuck! I needed a hot gifting story today... 

These always put me in the mood even when I'm not

Such a pity this author does no longer log in, because he has many points in common with me.

Then, I'd give him a big tight hug as he's managed to draw my old portrait, building Jonah's character: 

- the fear of AIDS and consequent fear of sex (and vice-versa;

- consider being gay as wrong/failure

- fear ends up in desire of HIV as it's a way to have our fate under control

- having sex at an adult age

- browsing chasing/gifting stories...

but in my case, in that period, I had no guts to take one step forward at least to confront!

And if it ever happened, I'd have been running away like a thief.

Nothing, I'm fast-rewinding my mind back to first 2000s 

And, beyond his music, if I have Freddie's poster still in my bedroom is because I always think about all initiatives taken to get funds for AIDS research. Including 1992 Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert where even George Michael sang.

If we have meds now, if we can survive to AIDS and even have the possibility to bareback safely, it may be for the money raised by the foundation created in his honor. His death hasn't been in vain.

47 minutes ago, LeatherScorpionFF said:

Extremely tolerant of you - I still LOVE Freddie. Great music, very intelligent man, and a wonderful soul.

If God is willing
Friends until the end

I had a very very low self-esteem at that time! When you would do anything not to disappoint the person you think is loving you...

But that's the past; no longer worth talking about him (my ex, of course, not Freddie!)

Freddie Mercury. 

And the poster is still hanging in my bedroom's wall. It is almost 30 years old, well framed and survived to two house changes. 

When my ex lived here I had to bring it downstairs in my studio because he hated Freddie... How the fuck have I been able to accept a guy hating Freddie, in my house and bed for five years! Low self-esteem does this and even worse. 

No matter, my current partner has helped me to frame it better, instead.

Selling his neg status is a one-time-action. 

But then, selling poz status has endless possibilities! 

Can customer afford full conversion? They pay a high price. 

Are there discounts or does the seller want to continue take meds? He can be fully undetectable, reverse-stealth the customer and say "it didn't take? Your genetic's fault, I'm fully poz! You want a repeat? Pay full price"...

Chapter 4: the cage

Father's perspective

Bugdom, 2050.
"I'm fed up", my son complained; "...of all these restrictions. You can invite friends home and I can't, your body is hairy and you want to shave me!"
His protests didn't make the difference and I took the electric razor in hand; "you know what happens to whining boys, right? Be good", I grinned at him and started caressing his innocent body. My sweet Elias could really be a warranty for new gifting generation. He wasn't mature enough to upgrade though, I was conscious of all damages an unplanned pozzing could cause to my HIV strain.

"Your hands on me feel good", he said while my gaze fell on his hardening member. "Someone's eager to become a man", I smiled and continued massaging his entire body. "Before shaving, it's time to take care of this."
"Every morning I wake up finding it hard", Elias said, "and even during the night! Please explain me what it means..."
"Life generator, freedom giver!" I grinned again and pulled my pants down setting my own hard dick free. "I'm like you", Eli exclaimed, "I don't understand why you force me to hide it! I would like to know how it works."
How I regretted the past! Elias was not born yet when talking about sex, even poz sex, was still legal. "Who cares", I said in the end; "Lay down and let's fix all this mess!"
"But what do I have to..." I did not give him time to talk more and guided him down with his back on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.

A few more seconds of doubts, then my mouth was sucking his 18-years-old hardness. 
"Feels good", he moaned; fuck, I wanted to turn around and shove my own experienced member down his throat but my father role forced me to compose myself to focus on my duty only. 
"Don't stop", he begged me while my tongue and lips explored his neg boy meat which already started leaking; I insisted to lick, kiss and suck till Elias could not hold himself. "STOP, GAME OVER", I commanded him taking my lips off him in time. He shot a huge load, spraying cum everywhere and I forced him down to lick it all clean. 
His organ went soft quite soon; licking the floor was clearly disgusting for him so I took the chance to open a drawer, extracting a chastity cage with its key.
"I have been a good boy", he protested examining the metal object I was locking his dick into. "Is this the cage you talk about?"
I simply shook my head with a reassuring smile: "no, baby, this is to avoid undesired life fluids. They'll stay safe and hidden with this on!" 
Now my son was ready and I finally started shaving his body, with him facing the mirror. I wanted Elias to be aware of his transformation in real time.
"Being a man implies heavy responsibilities and you're not ready", I explained caressing his now smooth skin; "and the metal you feel down there is a shield against enemies, understood?"
"But for radiations I already take the pills, what's this..."
"Meds are for internal protection, the shield is for external! Now come, honey, get dressed and we must go to the President's ceremony."
"Dressed?" he questioned me, his eyes open wide. "No! If he turns 100, I turn 18, it's a good chance to go out all naked! No longer restrictions, dad, I'm an adult..."
A mix of anxiety, fear, worry, every bad sensation suddenly caught me and I lost control; I grabbed his wrist firmly pulling him through the bathroom door, until I reached the living room; Sharon was no longer there so I took advantage of the situation for a man-to-man talk. 
"Useless electron", I shouted; "I didn't want to make this choice but you forced me. For what you said, you deserve punishment!"
"I was joking", he tried to find an excuse. "I am just enjoying being naked around the house like you do, and I'd stay this way anywhere."
"You have no idea how much I'd love  you to experience freedom like I did when I was your age but times have changed and I must protect you..."
He looked at me with his sweet pleadidng eyes. Damned Elias, he always managed to corrupt me that way! "This gaze", I whispered at him; "means you got something important to ask me. Come on, spit it out! I bet you'd like to avoid the ceremony, don't you?"
It was not the first time he made me skip that kind of events; fate brought my Eli to this world the same day of President's birthday, and my position as a cop gave me chances to invent new excuses to cover my ass. But after more than 20 years of fake reasons, what else could I find? I really had nothing to think about, without making authority suspicious.
"We won't skip the party this year", he surprised me. "I need to confront this old fart head-on, and tell him what I think of nonsense he says and does. I want to look him straight into his eyes!"
Breathless, that's the word best describing my feeling; my son had acquired my own same determination! Part of me wanting him to rise against the State, but rationally I was conscious about all risks he was running.
"Eli, my love, keep calm", I hugged him from behind holding his body close to mine. "As I said, one step at a time. Life is long..."
"I'll come to ceremony properly dressed", he looked at me with a new light into his eyes. "But first explain me this story of electrons and protons. Or, or..."
"Or what!" I grabbed his wrists againd and squeezed firmly; until he lived into my house and negative blood was flowing through his veins, I had full power on him. 
"Or I take advantage of President's question and answers time! Just make me learn a few words..."
How could I explain our different status in a few words, how could I make him aware of my HIV's role in this world when he couldn't afford it yet?
"It's difficult to shorten, honey! And time is almost up", I just said. "I'll tell you tomorrow, during breakfast. At the table with mom, she's better than me in talking..."
He cleared his throat, shaking his head: "you and mom, I heard you talking about this for years..." My face turned red and I hardly contained myself. 
"Proton and electron. Have these words something to do with gifter? Why mom calls you like that and I can't?"
I always considered my boy as smart but I couldn't expect him to connect dots so quickly. "It's a nickname we got from young age", I lied. "Something to do with the ring I gave her when we first dated. Nothing special, it was a silver ring I could afford at those times."
"And milk", he insisted. "She told you she had to pause me up with her milk and you didn't let her..."
No way, my liar days had  definitely gone since long, without me even noticing; Eli had really become an adult but the risk was really too high to accept.
"Toxic milk, scorpions on her breasts, dad please... I no longer believe in fairy tales!" 
The situation turned definitely out of control, hard to admit that my son was not easy to manipulate; so I let him talk. "Pause makes no sense. I have read somewhere about scorpions related to a power, called poz! Not PAUSE! Gimme a fucking explanation NOW! Or..."
"Or the fuck NOTHING!" He was evidently no longer joking, I couldn't allow him to dare asking the president such questions or give him the responses he wanted as well.
We remained silent for some seconds while the clock over our heads signed 11:30 in the morning then, without looking at him, I took a set of keys from the living room's drawer.
"I have two news, Elias", I told him moving the keys from a hand to another, his face turning suddenly sad. "One bad, one good. The good is you skip the ceremony because we would be half an hour late, and the bad..."
I soundly shook the keys in front of him and grabbed his arm with my free hand. "It's cage time, Eli. Seriously. For your own safety. Matter of life or death for all of us."

Sorry, I missed it! 

I love conversion stories, when gifter takes proper care of his own chaser. A feverish hole, and knowing it's so hot because of you... That's very, very sensual! Best experience for a poz man. His very own pride 🦠☣️ 

39 minutes ago, carlton3053 said:

Have to say I did get excited when I realised @TaKinGDeePanal was in Melbourne. I've loved chatting with @PozTalkAuthor too

And we can resume chatting, of course! 

Been quite tired lately, but still eager to chat!