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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!

so, my virus is a child - yours has already his driving license and achieved graduation at school

Curious to hear how it will go on! "didn't want to bring in this world a child with HIV"... Regarding this I have a plan I'm trying to develop. The fiction world "pozworld" I was building last year, with the story called "we have to talk". The one with the talking virus. It ended with the leader gifter (Adrian nicknamed PozCop) and his lady chaser Sharon who had little Elias. And I ended the plan there as then Covid came for me and my ex, our relationship had its last breathe before deteriorating permanently. So, I locked my notes about the story in a drawer. But now it might be time to revive PozWorld how it deserves. But I'm conflicted on how to go on: - Elias's 18th birthday party: he's grown up as an undetectable poz, not to be bullied at school (pozworld is reversed: neg condition is stigmatized). So, at 18th birthday party he discovers he's neg and his father takes his virginity and negativity to complete him. - Elias, born poz and raised as he was neg; bullied by his schoolmates he is planned to become their slut during his 18th birthday party but his virus, fed up of hiding, has to save him from contaminating the strain and Eli suddenly faints in his father's arms. Eli tells dad he's often fainting at school, dad explains what happens and guides him through sexual experiences and to learn communicating with his special virus. In the end all bullies are forced to reveal their real status and become Elias's sluts. - Elias, born poz, grows up waiting for his 18th birthday and hears his friends who already achieved that goal and became chasers. Or gifters. They tell him how wonderful experience it is, tempting him to organize a pozzing team without his father's knowledge. But father knows everything already, as the virus talks! Elias does not know yet about his HIV'S ability and, thinking his best friend was the one to talk to his father, Elias punishes him making him fuck by all neg guys around, filling him of disgusting and useless neg seed. The poor friend does not know about talking virus yet, and wants to revenge of Elias because of the neg cum party and points a knife on him. But they both faint simultaneously as the virus sees the danger! Time for final clarifications.

Longing for next episode, if any!

I have created this fiction as best as I could... Especially last part I was, let's admit, half asleep! Awake but every now and then I stopped because I was collapsing. As I said somewhere else, fantasy is fantasy and makes me fly high; reality is other thing! Converting my bf for real? I can't say it's something I exclude; if it ever happens it must be fully consensual by both with no interferences by others - and for this reason never shared with public. What I share is that yes, lately he's mostly riding me and our roleplay is that I want him to make me cum by riding my poz fucktool till he's tired.

I can say it: this is fictional... The guy who pozzed me was actually "too romantic", he did everything to seem perfect. Like when you have a box, a very beautiful box, with many decorations and you don't feel like opening it because it's too beautiful. And inside there is... A shit. That description fits my ex (the shit was not HIV itself but the fact he had no respect for his and others' life). So in the car, so in sexuality. He never made allusion to gifts or special nights, I cannot establish the day he pozzed me. But he did. Then on the rest I won't tell what's real what's not, enjoy the story. I'm rather surprised if you liked it because I just created it in some hours, being dead tired. It was not a full-time energy dedication as I had for "we have to talk".

this got me hard! Tried yesterday to shove all 5 fingers into my bf, but he felt pain, so I didn't insist. Will keep on trying with more lube, and large toys. Fisting plus conversion would be a higher level of intimacy... Oh, dude, what are you making me say! Some stories just push out the wildest side hidden in me.

remotely controlled buttplug for me and my guy. One each. It cost a lot but it was worth it! I have him under control when plugged... And vice versa.

Part 7: time flies. In the present: like that day of December 2022, I'm looking at the meds cabinet, in the corridor between the bathroom and kitchen, with my own conflict: where to go now, meds directly or get a towel, place it on the bed and proceed with toothbrush poz on poz play? "Always with your conflicts", my boy was already on the bed, a towel under him, our toothbrushes in hand, still sealed. "Time flies, and your 10th poz birthday is coming to an end!" How right he was, and my mind returns back to that 20th January 2023, the night I claimed to be my boy's conversion day. "Let's go natural", he suggested when I proposed him to scratch his insides. "Don't open wounds on me, I want the virus to enter me with no facilitation! We struggled to be here... Let him struggle too!" "Him". He was already starting to consider the virus as a family member, like I did. And this made me so proud, he was ready. "Let's use some lube for you now", I told him and took a recipient from the fridge. "The loads I release when you're not around", I explained; "no intention to waste my seed, especially now". I fingered him after pouring the recipient's content in his hole, he felt it cold but I reassured him: "my charged cum will be warm, don't worry you slut!" One, two, three fingers deep inside him, and the third entered half; did not dare to push the thumb, just 4 fingers started to cause him pain, so I withdrew, sucked my fingers clean and entered him with my hard, dripping dick. I could feel his lust, he squeezed his hole around me and moaned aloud. "Bitch in heat", I said; "tonight you get pregnant for sure". We were fucking doggy style, in pure animalistic desire: I had a purpose and needed to accomplish my mission. "Please stop, pull out", he unexpectedly begged me; "I've changed my mind!" Wtf, it was almost 5 weeks off meds, breed him daily and now the crybaby changes his mind? I spanked him hard again before pulling out. Maybe he was right, after 12 years of friendship things have progressed so quickly... I felt guilty, for the first time in months. "Love, I'm really sorry... We have both wanted it but now it's maybe already too late!" "For what", he asked; "I don't regret"... Matter of seconds and he was laying on his back, heels to the ceiling. "Changed my mind on the position", he clarified; "I want us to look at ourselves while you poz me". My deepest fantasy! Pozzing a chaser while he looks into my eyes and begs me. "I'm your chaser", he remarked when I finally entered him again; this position allowed us to share a big, passionate kiss. "I need to cum", after a couple minutes of kissing and fucking I was really close and his breathing became faster too. Another couple strong thrusts and finally I emptied my charged load in him! "I'm sore", he whispered when I pulled out; some blood was dripping from his hole and I took a lick from the combination of poz cum, blood and his ass juices. "I feel it, this has been my conversion! My body is changing, thanks to you!" And here it was: like a Swiss clock, 2 weeks passed and his flu finally hit. Poor guy, he was really weak and sore, but during all the flu period I have bred him anyway. Couldn't resist to a warm, feverish hole! A converting hole that I owned for life. And, precise came also the test: Valentine's day, a home test showed his two lines: this guy was my viral son. In the present, 3rd May 2023. "Now the circle is closed", he said, opening both toothbrushes. "we must celebrate this date for some dirty play! Let's do as we always read on breeding zone! My very official pozzing during your 10th poz birthday!" I took the toothbrushes from his hand and ran downstairs, in the living room. He was upset at first but then followed me. "I've invited a couple chasers", I explained; "no sense to waste new toothbrushes in ourselves, already poz. There are a couple neg guys from breeding zone. I invited them to come over for the occasion. Better you learn to use toothbrushes when needed, this house will be business for both!" I had it in mind: a gifting agency. To hell computers and stuff, our HIV and gifting abilities had to become our main source of earning. The end.