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Fucking love it, really. Now I wonder what happens - the doctor talks about family, so, I'm curious to know the connection. They gifted the doctor, or vice versa?

I love these stories where the gifters take care of chasers, and ensure that his virus is theirs. Regardless of boyfriends or not, I really like this idea of family bond as it's a biological tie that each of the characters can choose. There should be more of these bonding experiences, in these stories!

As this story's author said, he changes some plots because _he_ did not like the original ones. About confronting, there are many stories here where the authors ask explicitly for ideas from readers, so I find nothing bad about this! When I like some plots I can share my fantasies about further scenes but if the author has already written it, he'll upload it without caring of what other say.

We can give feedbacks, but not complain of anything. This is a content management system which has been customized, and I know how many hours and case-studies there must be done for testing. In an environment like this, it's better that admins and mods work to keep this place the safest possible. And to avoid security issues if possible, not to let personal and sensitive data go out in the world

FUCK! @talurium that's making me horny AF! Let's see how the process goes on! And let's see what happens if he converts! I want the three guy enjoying his hot feverish hole!

I bet @BlindRawFucker1 with his talking devices would have found it immediately! I have web/computer experiences with visually impaired people where they control an interface by keyboard only, and listening to text to speech, and they get rid of obstacles better than us sighted! This should convince interface and site producers to build and design more accessible interfaces for EVERYONE. Often they over-talk about inclusion without even knowing what it really means, this is a battle I openly fight. I have no physical or sensory disability. I'm "just" poz. But people should not consider just matters that concern their very own condition. That said, this status messages switch is disabled by default, I assume; at least when I joined here, I had no ability to be reached publicly on my feed. I had to enable it!

most important thing for a community is confront. Of course characters are the author's, but if some ideas work better than others, they must be welcome! Feel free to re-write and take your time, given that when you publish something here, you can't edit any longer unless you ask to moderators.

don't worry, I know what writing means, what effort is it; in opposite to you, I tend not to satisfy _every_ reader's need; if I have an idea I try to bring it up all the way. Experiments can succeed, or can fail. It's life. And even failures at the first shot, are made to improve ourselves. I'll wait for next chapter!

as far as I can remember it's on the "edit profile" page. Or in the settings. I don't clearly remember now, but there is a switch called "enable status updates". If it's on, you can write and receive status messages; if it's off, no one can write you publicly.

I am with you! Me and my bf overcame covid recently. It had no serious symptoms but I was always super-tired. No way to write till that virus was claiming to take control of my body. It was trying to challenge my HIV! But it ended up covid was forced to escape. My HIV and I, are stronger!

I think it's a matter of respect. OK, there are people who _LOVE_ to be objectified and they all know the risk of being treated as a container where men empty their balls. But in the other case, people must be free to decide of their health. They can have many reasons for using condoms, so I'd never feel the right to take it off without their consent. I have not been free, my former bf gave me HIV by cheating at a time where PrEP was not an option; who can blame a couple deciding to bareback? And who can guess the man you love is fucking around behind your back? That was not stealthing, but I don't find a correct behaviour when you decide for another person's health without their consent. Then, OK, with FANTASY you can fly high and talk as dirty as you want, virus transmissions in roleplay do not harm. But reality is another matter.

True! Maybe one of best stories published here. And I'm a story author myself so I know what I talk about.

Author's note: the matter of "left and right" is inspired by a real misunderstanding happened with my closest friend, who is blind, when I met her the first time and I was telling her where the waiter placed her coke glass. "It's on the table, to the right"... I was in front of her and assumed she immediately caught I was referring to _my_ right side, so her left! I was unexperienced with blindness related stuff so I made lots of mistakes but we still laugh at this and I say, "if you were a guy and I asked to suck my dick you shouldn't go wrong, the dick is central!" Chapter 12 hopefully coming soon! With surprises.

Chapter 11, here it is! Enjoy! Gifter PozCop is on meds, yes, but I'll not spoil you on what those meds are! (I enjoy leaving my readers hanging a bit) --- Part 11 – Right or left? -Ian: I was there, standing on the living room’s carpet, smell and sound of sex intoxicating my senses. I had to stroke my dick constantly, otherwise it could explode! “Poz me again”, the bottom begged; “Hunter, give me your fucking HIV! Recharge me!” I heard the top slapping his partner’s ass hard, the bottom yelping in pain: “Take it! Every drop is for you, Ryan! All my undetectable seed flooding your hole!” “I want to add mine too”, I found the courage to go closer and talk to them. “I can’t resist any longer, let me join in!” “You liked it, didn’t you?” The bottom smiled; “as you can realize, Hunter replaced you very soon! This is the lesson for betraying him with our gifter!” Hunter didn’t talk; after pulling out from the bottom he walked behind me and touched my shoulders pushing me down; I understood that language, so I knelt on the carpet. His dick was few centimeters from my face! I could smell cum and ass juices around and my former boyfriend grabbed my head towards him, guiding me to his member. “Good sluts clean a top’s dick”, he grinned. “Or did you forget how to do it? Taste your brother’s fluids!” But before I could reach Hunter’s erect dick, a sudden pain blocked my neck. It seemed like my muscles stopped working, every single movement of my head made me yelp. Ryan was the first to notice it and got up, his still open hole dripping Hunter’s seed everywhere. “I don’t manage to turn my head”, I complained; “it was so sudden, I don’t know what happens!” I felt fingers massaging my neck sides, but it just worsened the situation. “Game over”, Hunter resigned at that point. “We must call a doctor, or let him rest!” “I’d like a coffee”, I begged, “could one of you please come to help me prepare it?” Ryan consented, and we reached the kitchen, hand in hand. “You’re a pianist!”, he said exploring my fingers slowly; “Am I wrong?” I told him about the piano at my old place, and how Gifter fell in love with my music performances; “lucky you, Ian! Feel my fingers. They’re not normal any more!” His voice sounded suddenly sad and I didn’t want to offend him, so I tried to change the conversation’s subject. “You can help me with the coffee machine, right?” We stood in front of it, but Ryan guided me on his hands again. “You can notice my fingers don’t move properly…” I felt embarrassed. The man who some minutes before was fucked by my ex in front of me, now was behaving as a friend. “I was a pianist too”, he almost cried; “till my father discovered bug chasing stories on my computer”. Once again he squeezed my hand with his. “Moving like I’m doing on you, causes me pain. Making a long story short, my father paid a guy who broke my fingers. You can guess the end, by yourself! Doctors say I can’t play the piano ever again.” I hugged him tight, shocked and completely conscious I could say or do nothing to help or even comfort my new friend. “I’m nothing more than a sex toy now. For Gifter, for Hunter, for everyone… That’s the truth!” He guided my hand on his dick… It was covered but that tool didn’t look like a condom. “Chastity cage”, he explained; “it was Gifter’s punishment for the moment he thought I brought HPV home.” I touched all over the cage, till I found the lock; with fingers, tongue, teeth, I tried everything but that damned thing was made of METAL! “Hey”", Ryan whispered at my ear. “Gifter completely lost his mind for you. So, you would be the right person to convince him to unlock my cage.” “Nothing is free, bro, I smiled; “now help me with coffee then we can consider anything else!” I pressed the button on the machine’s front panel; three ascending beeps warned me it was ready. “Water is OK, powder too”, Ryan told me; “you can easily proceed!” I pressed the button on my right side, but nothing happened. Ryan did not say a word, he just walked towards the fridge and prepared something on the kitchen’s table. “Fuck”, I exclaimed; “you think to eat and not to help me!” “I’m preparing breakfast for all three of us”, he replied; “or would you like to eat alone?” Now the pain passed from my neck to my left armpit; it was so intense I could not tolerate it! With my right hand I touched under my left arm, only to notice a swollen, hard gland. Was it already time for fuck flu? It couldn’t be, it was too early! Then that matter of meds, I still was afraid Gifter was undetectable. Maybe it’s stress, or the fact I moved more than usual, because of sex. The pain made me almost lose balance and to avoid falling, I grabbed the machine’s edge with my left hand. Fuck! Here it was, the round button! I pressed it with no hesitation. Maybe the pain, or the eagerness for coffee, I finally heard the machine working! I quickly placed the cup under it, well it was a bowl, not a cup! Ryan laughed at me: “we are brothers soon, I don’t mind sharing coffee with you!” “Me too”, Hunter said walking in; “I always join in, if a good coffee is available.” I was still thinking of the machine, and the message Gifter sent me: “the round button on its right side”. “I have pressed the button to the left, to make it work!” I told the guys. “I think Gifter is making a fool of me. He’s lying to me about many things, so he can control me whenever he wants!” “NO! What the fuck are you saying!” Ryan was furious at me, it was clear that his gifter was an idol for him. “He’s not a liar, it’s your fault! Ian, if you press wrong buttons, you’ll get wrong answers! Don’t blame Gifter for your mistakes.” “Ryan is right”, Hunter replied, sitting on the chair in front of me; he touched my left shoulder and continued. “It’s that simple. I’m in front of you, so, my right hand stays on your left shoulder.” I remained silent but took my phone with Gifter’s message. “He specified it”, Hunter said; “the machine’s right side, not your right. So, with you facing it, the machine’s right is your left!” Such a fool I was, usually I laughed at myself for these blindness-related mistakes but this time was different. We passed the coffee bowl one another, till we emptied it, and Ryan inserted it into the dish washer. Another good smelling bowl was on the table, with a spoon in it but I had no courage to touch it. “This is our chocolate pudding”, Hunter encouraged me; “you remember when we ate an entire bowl together, sharing the spoon?” I smiled at those memories, dreaming it was Gifter in place of him. “Now we are three and share this with Ryan too!” We ate the pudding and licked the spoon simultaneously; it was inevitable that in a few minutes we were exchanging passionate kisses, soaked in chocolate! When Hunter got up to wash his hands, I took the opportunity and whispered in Ryan’s ear: “I found meds in our gifter’s underwear drawer; are they yours? Or Hunter’s--?” “No one of us is on meds”, Ryan answered; “they are Gifter’s HIV meds, but their effect is the opposite from traditional pills. I can’t tell you further!”

sorry bro, I didn't notice you uploaded another chapter of this. Curious to know where it goes! 🎁☣😘

Dude! This is becoming more and more hot! Let's see how it evolve, I expect one of these scenarios: 1. Jay discovers Will's tattoo and freaks out, but his body tells otherwise and it ends up with Will fucking him. 2. Jay discovers Will's tattoo and reveals he has one similar. They are biological brothers in two ways 🦠☣️