PozTalkAuthor

I'm asking permission to my virus to help you going on! Let's see if my virus is smart enough to help a neg author ✍🏻🤗🎁☣

It's my fantasy dream... My boss becoming my chaser and after conversion he takes all loads I decide he has to, and then he gifts all my other co-workers

this story pushes all my buttons! And I'm happy to meet people here with same tastes and fantasies. I thought to be the only one in the world...

I know it, you're getting hard so often lately! It's matter of pushing the right buttons! ➕☣️😂😃🤗👋

Done!

I'm loving this story! Happy the young guy accepted his gift!

SPOILER: PozCop wants to clarify his relationship with Ian once forever, but Ian is mad at him, he does not believe in the "treatment as transmission" story; they argue and PozCop goes home alone... Ian panicks, he's been left in the woods. Blind, without smartphone or any other aid! PozCop is heavily insulted by Hunter, Ryan and the girls for this but he had his reasons for his actions... An asshole? No, he's challenging his chaser. And his powerful VIRUS

the idea I have is too dark, I can't suggest it to you otherwise we both end up punished. Not by the farm man, but from the mods here

I'm wondering what the paying customer will do with this guy so fat he could not even move, poor guy

Just a quick remind: I've decided NOT to talk in detail about Sharon and Alexandra's stories; the two of them are a support for the guys -and the virus- but they have no relevant sexual roles. Powerful virus is working hard for achieving his goals, 13th part may lead somewhere... Can't spoil more

I'm curious about where you are bringing this guy to! Longing for fuck flu to hit him!

Chapter 12 is coming! The virus does not talk to us though, he's working. Hard working... hope there are not too many mistakes! I've checked it out but I could have missed something due to exhaustion. Long hard days! --- Part 12 – Lies don’t last long -Hunter: “Fucking liars”, Ian yelled to us. “All three of you!” Ryan wanted to speak, but I closed his lips with a finger. I knew my former boyfriend, when he had those mood swings anyone had to let them flow out whithout any further interference. “The self-calling Gifter has pills in his drawer. And then…” He began hitting the table with his hands and kicked my chair with his bare feet; “You, Hunter, claim to be off meds while saying you’re undetectable; and you, Ryan? I do not really know who I have to trust; not the two of you, at least! I’m blind, not stupid! Lies don’t last long!” “I should be still undetectable”, I explained; “I stopped my meds less than a month ago! I can only assume it though. Please calm down, Ian!” I began to worry: maybe he was upset just by my presence? It was painful to think about, but that could be a possibility. In silence we emptied the pudding bowl feeding each other but Ryan was the only one to take the spoon and eat by himself. “We’re viral brothers”, I encouraged him; “and we share our sexual fluids. Why do you feel uncomfortable if I feed you?” Again, Ryan started to open and close his fists; “do you see these damned hands, Hunter? In this same kitchen I was fed for months, my fingers were completely useless because of my father’s violence.” Ian and I didn’t say anything, just let him explain: Adrian, PozCop, found Ryan seriously injured next to a dumpster. Hardly kicked and beaten, with two ribs and all fingers broken. “I hope your father got arrested”, Ian was the first to speak. “I guess our Poz Cop was the one to catch him and send him directly to prison.” “Gifter rescued me”, Ryan continued; “he was the one who looked after me in everyday life for the long period where my hands could not move at all. He fed me, washed me, and…” “…Converted you?” Ian asked. “did you get pozzed during those months?” “I had no money to pay him after my parents kicked me out. So he asked me to give him my ass in return, and my neg status! I could not believe it, I ended my piano career but found my amazing gifter.” “Any bad situation can turn into an opportunity”, I said; “positive thinking leads to positive results! Pun intended!” I looked into his eyes and offered him my lips, for a kiss. “Last but not least, you also found two brothers and a sister… as soon as Ian converts.” Ryan got up and literally jumped over my knees: “First of all I have found a fantastic boyfriend”, he said kissing me deeply; we were entwined and seemed a unique body. Ian was still there but no one of us took care of the situation; at least he could find one real reason to feel angry towards us! -Ian: I lifted my foot again and gave a stronger kick in front of me; in the end my toes hit Hunter’s leg, but a sudden excruciating pain made me pull back before I could act further. “Asshole”, I heard a voice from somewhere; “go on like this and you’ll end up dead! I can decide of your life now, remember it!” “You assholes”, I screamed towards both guys who continued making out and suck each other, without even caring of my existence. “We’re living with a cop and you Threaten a blind person with death?” “Don’t know what you’re talking about”, Hunter replied clearly upset but Ryan whispered something to his ear, without letting me know what he said; I only supposed it was a sort of Joke, as Hunter started to laugh hard. Both guys in silence moved to another room leaving all bowls and food remains on the table, and me alone sitting on the chair; it was obvious at that point, they excluded me from their lives! I picked up my phone hoping to find a message from Gifter, but the contact was off line: even a call produced the “no user available” response and when I tried to contact Sharon I got the same feedback! I was completely left to myself by people I loved most, in a day I considered another happy step towards my pozzing. I still felt Gifter’s scent, his warm body holding me tight in a hug while kissing me hard with his dominant tongue; the plug he inserted in my hole was in place and it made me feel like he was still with his hard member inside me! What an unlucky day, even music didn’t work; instead of the playlist Gifter gave me to listen while I was alone, an old song came out from my smartphone’s speaker: “In every life we get some trouble, but when you worry you make it double. Don’t worry, be happy.” I haven’t added that music to my library! But I had no time to wonder why it was there, because a weird sound came from the corridor. Gifter’s footsteps were unmistakable and he was pulling a trolley, or something similar! A smile started to grow on my face, I guessed he brought the electric piano from my old house! “Chasers”, he yelled; “where on earth are you all? I want you into the kitchen, quickly!” “I’m already there”, I shouted back, and waited but the hope to feel my amazing Gifter’s arms around my naked body, vanished soon enough when I realized the truth: he was pulling a wheelchair, and directed it straight towards me! -PozCop: Life gave me everything I wanted: a virus, four good chasers and soon a child from one of them; something was missing though, I wanted my twin sister with me forever! Years before, I had been seriously disappointed seeing a single line on her HIV test despite I bred her daily with my highly viral seed. Alexandra, blood of my blood, could be my first chaser; our biological and emotional bond could be even stronger, it was not fair she remained negative. But destiny never stopped challenging both of us: according to doctors she was dying in a very short period. Not at all, this cruel fate was simply unacceptable! I had to bring her home, regardless of other people’s opinion so after a violent argue with nurses and doctors, thanks to Sharon’s help I managed to enter Alexandra’s room during night time, inject my poz blood in her and take her out, with a wheelchair. If she was really dying, I did not want her to leave this world as a neg person! “Let her stand up”, Sharon told me while I pushed Alex’s wheelchair through the elevator’s door but I shook my head: “no way, chaser number three, go downstairs in the basement. Prepare the bedroom for you two girls! I’ll take care of Alex now.” “I can walk”, my sister said while I pushed her chair through my house’s corridor and Sharon disappeared in the elevator again. “Stairs are an effort but here it’s flat, I’m fine, please...” I stopped the chair abruptly and gripped her wrist: “hey girl, from the moment you enter this house I’m in charge! You’ll walk if I decide. Now come to meet your soon-to-be viral brothers!” Sex sounds came from my living room and music from the kitchen, so I yelled to my chasers, I wanted all three of them to be at least presentable. I pushed Alex’s wheelchair into the kitchen, and I could not believe my own eyes: dirty plates, cups, bowls abandoned here and there, but above all I saw Ian sitting in a corner with his smartphone in his hands, completely alone and sobbing. “Honey”, I called walking towards him; “I’m here! Get up boy, I want to introduce a special person to you.” “Asshole”, he whispered through his tears. “I was your special... and you betrayed me...” I reached out and grabbed his hand firmly: “No cheating at all! I’m talking about my twin sister, she is here and needs to stay in a comfortable family! Don’t make me feel ashamed of you! What’s the matter, tell me now or never!” “Poor guy”, Alexandra spoke trying to put her feet down the chair. “He clearly needs your help, brother!” “I hate people pitying me”, Ian protested without stopping his sobs. “Adrian, does she know you’re undetectable?” I could no longer resist, and counted till ten; I had to avoid exploding in anger with my own chaser! It was obvious, he poked around where he had not to. “I trust my brother and gifter”, Alexandra replied quietly. “I’m certain about his high viral load!” I took a deep breath, destiny was challenging me and I could nothing but indulge it. “I found some meds in your drawer”, Ian explained, “and Hunter said they’re your HIV treatment.” “This was something I had to tell you after conversion, boy! But well, they work the other way round. It’s called treatment as transmission, the opposite of Treatment as prevention! I take them to increase HIV’s powers.” Finally a weak smile appeared on Ian’s face and I gently massaged his head; “easy, boy. I forgive you for now. You have so much to learn, maybe I left you alone in the wrong moment...” “Yeah”, he confirmed; he was coming close to me and placed his hand on Alex’s chair; “I did not know about your sister. What happened to her?” “HPV caused a cancer in me”, she replied looking into my eyes. “Take care of himself, brother. Before it’s too late!” “Anyway I’m Ian”, my boy introduced himself; “Adri’s partner.” “And I’m Alexandra, Sharon’s girlfriend”, she smiled shaking Ian’s hand; “she always told me about her blind neighbour but when I visited her I never had a chance to meet you in person.” “Oh gosh”, Ian exclaimed; “so fucking small world! But, Gifter, there’s one more thing...” Ian was still holding Alex’s hand and she did not protest at all; it seemed she wanted to have him closer and I just let them touch each other’s fingers, as a silent form of body language. Empathy due to their mutual disability? Maybe, but my sensation was different, their contact seemed so natural! “I feel mad, Gifter”, my guy continued without leaving Alexandra’s hand. “Sometimes I hear strange voices talking to me. They’re not coming from my technology! And, music playlists do not respond to my commands, I don’t know, it all started after I discovered your meds.” “Good”, I whispered in Alexandra’s ear. “everything proceeds as planned! They’ll understand each other very soon!”

Poor guy! Too fat he'd be not fuckable any longer! Unless the client is going to... Oops, don't make me talk further, because otherwise moderators will kick me in the ass and give me a thousand infractions!

I'm fantasizing about this guy in leather or rubber while he's profusely sweating in fuck flu, with guys fucking him despite his pain and protests. sorry but there are some stories who awaken my darkest fantasies

I think it's come to an end now - the risk of forcing then increases