Part 6: not a bug chaser
"I'm not a bug chaser", my guy screamed again; "I! Am! Not! A fucking BUG CHASER!"
With a sudden movement, he abruptly closed my laptop where I was displaying a thread where a gifter asked suggestions for stopping his meds. "They're planning it as ladies plan a pregnancy", he said and I nodded. I had the med cabinet's key in my hand, standing in front of the antivirals' drawer. "It's up to you", I insisted; "I may open this cabinet and get my daily meds, or I could lock them here till you get pregnant!"
"Pregnant", he repeated, watching my baby nephew's picture on the wall; "my wife wanted us to become parents but I refused! Kids are nice when they're at their own home".
I high-fived him, we were in the same wavelength! Conversation went on about my family and his, for a while. Cabinet's key still in my hand; he was delaying the answer, it was clear, and my meds reminder started to ring from my phone.
"Yes", he finally said; "yes, my love. I accept it all!"
I wanted him to say it entirely, looking into my eyes: "I want it all", he continued and I started to playfully sing Queen song: I want it all, I want it now!
We both love Freddie but this is still not the answer I really expected, so I took the first step: "I want to finally become a gifter, honey, I don't want to repress it any longer."
He suddenly took the key from my hand, locked the cabinet and placed the key into the kitchen's drawer: "remember where you stored it", I reminded him; "as I have no intention to risk my life!"
I read many fictions where guys flushed their meds, others even pissing or cumming on them before the final flush but I have never approved such things.
I explained him how it worked, to empty last protection from my body it would have taken some weeks, and I caught my boy with a big smile.
"Numbers don't lie", he said; "if the plan goes on as expected, I could be poz for Valentine's day!"
How smart my guy was, I couldn't even think of it! But the coincidence was more than perfect.
"I'm not a bug chaser", he whispered while he moved behind me; in few minutes I was bent over, hands on the meds cabinet, my ass too close to my boy's erect member.
"But I want your HIV! Yours... Only..."
One gentle thrust and his dick head popped into me; it hurt a bit, as he used just his spit and precum as lube. So, I held the cabinet tighter. "My very last neg load is for you, dirty slut", with these words he pushed hard in me, till he was balls deep.
"I'm a real man", he screamed, "and real men have HIV!" He roughly fucked me for some more minutes, the sweet loving boyfriend left place to a horny, hungry beast; his hands firmly keeping my hips in place. "You deserve this", he panted spanking my ass hard; "you deserve my dirty load... Take my negativity!" With that, he released a torrent of cum inside me and I came hard shortly after, my last undetectable seed on the floor under us.
I felt degraded for the first time when he made me lick all that blank seed from the floor. The last time I could say "undetectable untransmittable" for a couple months, at least.
Hand in hand, I guided him silently on my bed, to enjoy our aftersex bliss in each other's arms.
"Didn't want to degrade you", he excused himself; "but you're the first I can express my true self with! I'm 53 and knew almost nothing about sex..."
"The best has yet to come", I smiled kissing him on his lips; "now let's take our journey easy."
We cuddled each other in silence for some more minutes then, with him still entwined to me, I asked: "who are you, and what do you want! Say it now, or I go take my meds!"
"Your very own bug chaser", he replied; "and I want your HIV! Just yours, sir."
Good boy he was, and since them we've bred each other daily, me giving him at least a couple loads per day. I didn't want our colleagues to be suspicious though, so we got apart at least twice a week, for the next two months, but he always went at office with a huge buttplug inside.