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Sort of auto-stigma? Do you mean this? Maybe people are afraid of re-infection and this can be understood, I think; when/if asked, I specify I'm undetectable but don't make a matter of life or death about this. Unfortunately I think someone may be influenced by homophobic and serophobic culture, so they develop a sort of pre-judgments so if you respect rules you are respected, otherwise discriminated. Making it short, I'm afraid many people think being detectable is something to be blamed for, I have learnt that other people's life and reasons, are NOT my business. Someone does not take meds for choice, some others have a resistance, why is not something I have to worry about. Also this jargon which is used here too. "dirty" rather than "clean" or even "toxic", we should start to treat people better. Words have their relevance.

I've never been so much into anonymous sexual encounters, but I feel the same. I would not say it's "depression" but I think at a certain point you become more "selective". Life has many phases and we must take it as it is! Personally I feel it with food, and it may be the same with sex. Nothing obliges all of us to maintain same habits all life long.

What do you mean? My twisted bf wants Sharon character with two twins scorpions tattooed one on the right and one on the left breast, with their tail pointing straight to the nipples. And a biohazard circling her belly button. Of course no female sexuality will be mentioned in this tale, but PozCop may tell about the symbols.

Thanks bro! POSITIVE feedbacks mean a lot to me 🦠☣

I haven't forgotten this one, I'm just conflicted about which direction to choose. I have two possible developments and maybe I let my HIV choose by himself 🦠☣🤣

Can't talk for others. But, about myself, I'm honest here distinguishing what I share for fantasy and what my real stories are. Everyone has needs and sex desires, so it's a matter of mutual respect and conscience, to be honest when talking to others. Honesty pays! And I think fiction folders are made on purpose. So, if I've got something fictional, I tell it there. Unless it's in other fantasy-related posts where "fantasy" is explicitly written. Nowadays Internet can allow us to create fake identity and even build a second fantasy life from the beginning; everyone decides how to deal with their bodies, lives, and sex desires. Here everyone knows I'm undetectable and gifting is a fantasy/roleplay for me; so, if someone wants to have fun with poztalk, they do, and they know not to expect a real transmission from me. HIV can be a choice today, an informed and conscious choice. Both from the gifter and from the chaser. But it's a lifechanging decision, no one has the right to judge people when they say yes, or they say no.

I'll do my best! The main anticipation is that Ryan and Hunter try to convince Ian to join their sexual encounter. Ian would like to, but Sharon enters the room in advance. She needs to open the couch for the guest's bed. PozCop follows after a while, pushing his sister's wheelchair.

True. And I personally feel that UEqualsU message does not properly TRANSMIT -pun intended- to mainstream media, as there are let's call them "lobbies" who want to keep people under control. And sexuality is the best way they have. HIV/AIDS is the best card they have to play, so they've all the interest to keep this harmful storytelling alive. I feel angry and uncomfortable hearing such ignorance when IF WANTED, information is available. I have a close friend who fights against HIV stigma since she was 13. It was 1993 and she already knew everything she had to. Despite she's totally blind and at that time Internet and electronic books were not available as they are now. But she wanted to fight her own fears, she wanted to know, to understand why people feared HIV so much, while I meet fully sighted people, gay and straight, even doctors, who know nothing. It was ME, to explain my dentist what UEqualsU meant. WTF!

It's becoming hotter and hotter! Keep on uploading it! I was also thinking that one of remaining 49 conversions was in the church! When the pastor talked to Will, he referred to "family" somehow. The biohazard tattooed on his heart seems so hot, so intimate, I confess I'm fantasizing a lot about it!

Here's chapter 10! *Author note*: Please FORGIVE me for any typos, grammar mistake or whatever trash in it; during most recent weeks it has been really hard to concentrate on writing because of my particularly overwhelming days, physically and emotionally; but I couldn't break the promise I made to my readers and followers. Hope you enjoy it anyways, publishing this makes me feel like I've climbed a mountain and reached the top. *** Part 10 - Challenges -HIV: I had just defeated the aggressive HIV strain who was trying to take my place inside Hunter’s body; when I saw the guy punching my human dad, I wondered what to do: bring Hunter to AIDS instantly, or make him faint? The first alternative was too extreme though, I could not behave like my worst enemy! So, I chose the second possibility: Hunter had to lose his senses and have his most recent memories completely erased, hoping that could be the right solution to stop his useless, random, violence. Thankfully I succeeded without any unpredictable events, and seeing Hunter lying senseless on the floor allowed me to remember when I saved my human dad’s life. My first carrier had been in serious danger. His duty was to arrest a terrifying murderer but he ended up kidnapped and locked in a cage by him, suffering every possible kind of tortures. That was the moment I understood I could give something in return to the human being who made me experience emotions for the first time. With his body under my complete control I could take any step, but I had fifty percent chances to save his life, or to cause his death! It was a race against time though, so in the end I made my decision. It was actually the right one! After PozCop lost his senses, the predator assumed his victim was dead and abandoned his poor body in the woods. Freedom, finally. I fought hard to bring him back to full consciousness, fresh air we both felt meant the worst was over so I helped him to run as fast as he could ignoring his painful wounds and so he did till he managed to find another person who called the emergency service; what a success, dad was safe thanks to me! But now, after all I’d done for him, my host hadn't given me any prize yet! Starting a new viral generation by entering another human's blood stream was not sufficient, given that my carrier took care mainly of the new guy and I was becoming jealous. “Ian is blind, HIV”, he explained one day; “he has more needs than any other chasers I gave you access to. Try talking to him, make him feel your presence, and stop whining as usual. Don't disappoint me, behave as the good virus you’ve always been towards me!” This man was only able to ask and order, convinced I could be submissive as all his chasers were but I had to show him who could be the strongest between us! “Remember”, I warned him; “I can decrease your immune system to 50 cells or even lower whenever I want. And don’t threaten me with pills as usual! Undetectable makes me powerless, but your sex appeal will also go away! We both have too much to lose!” “I am always bigger than you, HIV: 1,95 meters versus 0,1 micron; who do you think is the winner?” He was really going to challenge me, but I knew I could do nothing of what I threatened to. All his four chasers needed him alive and strong! “We have to talk”, I finally said; I knew this formula, used by humans when they needed each other’s full attention or had to start an argue. “You’d better listen to me!” “Again?” he asked, visibly annoyed; “haven't we talked enough? What do you need now?” “A name! I have been more than a friend for you and your chasers. Don’t you think it’s time to reward me?” He laughed hard, till tears came out from his eyes; “you often make fun of me, my virus. But this is the best joke I ever heard! A name? Why should I give you such a privilege?” I couldn't accept him to treat me like his slave living in his blood, so I decided it was time to increase his body temperature just to scare him a bit. “What the fuck”, he yelled; “I’m sweating as a beast!” “Listen, fucking human, fever is just the beginning of your trouble if you make me nervous. I saved you once but don’t get used to it; what on hell do you still need from me? Miracles?” He remained silent for a while, thinking. Tears were still in his eyes but this time no laugh could be heard from him. “You got it; I need a miracle. I count on this, you're my last opportunity.” I felt uncomfortable in that moment, apparently his dominant part was suddenly gone and he looked like the weakest creature of all universe. “Save her. Enter her blood stream. Maybe you can change her destiny from inside. I need you, do something to avoid her death!” Her. A woman. PozCop had only two human females he cared about, but while one was his third chaser, the other didn’t convert as I considered there was no need of me, due to their already existing blood bond. “We'll do it my way", he continued; "I don't really care what doctor’s opinions will be so we are bringing her home today. HIV help me, then I'll give you the name and place you ask for. Come on, I want you concentrated. Hurry up!” He switched from weakness to dominance, again. I had to resign, it wasn't yet time for further discussion. “But just out of curiosity”, he asked in the end; “why do you consider a name so important? Look at me. You call me dad despite my full name is Adrian and others call me Adri, PozCop, or Gifter... The last one is even better. What about you? HIV is not enough?” “Not at all”, I replied; “Every human gives a name to animals or even objects. Why not me?” “Because I should find a suitable name for you but currently I have no idea, honestly my priorities are different at the moment.” “Listen, PozCop. My request is especially for your boy. I wish he could be able to call me in case of need, like he does with his machines Alexa, Siri or whatever. Allow me to assist him!” “This is my virus”, he finally smiled. “Now let's go, your reward comes after your mission at the hospital is accomplished. Understood? Do your best!” Here it was, another advantage for me! In that moment I became aware that pills or condoms were no longer something he could use to scare me; I was able to decide his beloved people’s life or death! ---- -Ian: I woke up, disturbed by sounds; after taking two loads from Gifter that night, he plugged my hole and we fell asleep. The situation was weird though, he laid down next to me, and I heard him talking. “That song”, I smiled. “I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep”. For a moment Hunter came back to my mind; it had not been long since we discussed inside his car, after he discovered I was a bug chaser. And now, I heard my gifter talking to someone about people he cared for, including me. Finally he stopped speaking but didn't move, so I took the chance and gently touched his shoulder. “Gifter”, I whispered; “wake up!” “I’m awake”, he replied turning around and pulling me in a tight hug; but when I attempted to kiss him, he pushed me away. Too late, I already felt the salty taste of tears. “Don’t cry”, I encouraged him; “every problem has a solution. Never give up, man!” “The damage is done”, he just said. “And now all I can do is wait for the inevitable to happen.” This behaviour was not like him, he wasn’t the Gifter I knew. I grabbed my smartphone which started to speak immediately and positioned it next to him; “no idea of what you’re talking about but look at this machine. It gave me independence back! My blindness has no solution but at least I can count on my device for most everyday needs. Science and technology are quickly progressing!” “And so are diseases until they end up with death!” He answered with his face pressed against the pillow, I could understand it from his muffled voice; he definitely felt ashamed of his tears! “You’re strong enough to face any challenge”, I kissed his warm shoulder trying to comfort him one more time but no further answer came from him. He got up from the bed and caressed my ass tenderly; “Sharon and I must leave for a while, honey; Hunter and Ryan are around if you need some sighted help. See you later!” No morning fuck, no breakfast together; he ran out the door and in a few minutes he was gone! Gifter never treated me like that and I had to discover what happened to him, in a way or another. To distract myself from awful thoughts, I played a bit with the plug he inserted in me after the night’s breeding session, pretending it was his dick pushing inside me; I felt lost and alone in that empty bedroom and took a decision: I had at least to have his underwear on me, to feel his scent all over my skin. I opened his drawer and explored everything inside, looking for the sexiest underwear he had; but suddenly something fell down! Fuck, a bottle. A medicine bottle. I took it in my hands, touched it, shook it too. No label was on it, but I recognized its shape. Hunter had similar meds to treat his HIV! I was tempted to open it but gave up as soon as I noticed it was sealed. Was it Hunter’s, or Ryan’s? Till a bad thought assaulted my mind: what if it’s Gifter’s instead? If he is a liar and claims to poz me while he’s undetectable? With no hesitation I called his number and he answered after a couple rings: “Hey, my boy! What’s up?” “Adrian! You owe me explanations!” I replied; no nicknames exist for me when I’m nervous, this was the first signal for him to keep his guard up. “Someone’s angry”, he said; “but I can’t talk now.” I supposed he was in the car, as I heard the engine and music in the background so I quickly took the chance: “We have to talk, Adrian. As soon as possible”; but he ended the call abruptly! I was alone, again, holding the meds bottle tight in my fingers. Leave it where it was or go downstairs to find Hunter and ask him if he’s the owner? I decided to place it in the drawer where I found it then, naked as I was, I grabbed my phone and walked downstairs to get something for breakfast. As soon as I reached the kitchen, I heard male sex sounds coming from somewhere; maybe television was turned on with a porn video, Hunter or Ryan had fun with some live streaming? Trying to guess what was happening made me hard and leaking! I had still Gifter’s plug in me, maybe it was worth forgiving him for the meds if that meant further breeding. “I’d better prepare a coffee!” I told myself fantasizing on my poz future, and reached the machine. “Press the square button on the front to turn it on, then the round one on its right side”. Gifter messaged me accurate instructions regarding that appliance, so I had no doubt about actions to perform! But while the front button produced the usual beep, I heard no sound when I pressed the other one. As every attempt was a failure, I found myself forced to swallow my pride and search for assistance; the other guys could never refuse to help me! But where to find them? Hunter’s mobile phone was off and I didn’t have Ryan’s number, so I started walking through the house. Getting closer and closer to the living room I realized sex I was hearing was not a video! Two guys were clearly panting so I started walking slowly towards the sounds. “Hunter”, I called with no embarrassment; “is it you?” No answer; only moans, panting and skin on skin slapping sounds. It was obvious the guy saw me, but they didn’t care as I could not see them! “Recharging you, slut”, the top suddenly screamed. “Let’s show the pig what he’s missing! Why don't you join in, lurker?”