PozTalkAuthor

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?

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?

Your virus deserves a big, big reward from mine!