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If you're interested we might set up our common story. I would write the prologue setting the initial scene – and all of you would be invited to send me at least the outline for the next chapter per direct message. As soon as I got a nice chapter I would add it to our story... taking turns... Just let me know if you're interested to contribute.

Chapter 5 Back at the room. Round three’s coming. Excitement. Heat. He kisses me. “Poz Dad.” “Poz Boy.” He pulls off my shirt. I take off his pants. I suck him. Taste him. Some of that last poz load still on him. Hot. I strip completely this time. Naked. No jock. No socks. No bracelet. He pushes me onto the mattress. I lie on my back. He slides in easily. “Poz Boy.” “Poz Dad, give it to me again.” Eye contact. He fucks. Slow. Deep. My hole’s open. His boy—me—is wide open. Florian fucks longer this time. Deep strokes. Slow strokes. Intense skin contact. Kissing. He suddenly drives his cock powerful into my pozzed asshole. Four times. Really hard fucking now. I'm screaming. Florian cums. Proud. One more time. His poz cum in my hole. He: “You’re a poz cumdump now. You’re mine, poz boy.” Me: “Yes, Dad. From now on, I’m your cumdump. Do it. Make it real. Forever.” He: “From now on, you're everybody's poz cumdump.” Me: “Yes. Finally.” I stroke myself. He watches. He: “I want your last neg load.” He takes me in his mouth. I can't hold it anymore. I cum. It won’t stop. Spent. We lie on top of each other. Later I get up. Go shower. He follows. Warm water. Sweat runs off. His cock at my crack again. My now—hopefully—toxic cock gets hard. He slides back in. Massages it all in. He lathers me up. Massages my dick. He rinses me off in the shower. I'm in his mouth again. I cum again. He swallows. He leaves the shower, grins. He’s looking for something in a bag. Comes back. Florian:"Now, take your shower, Henning. I leave this toothbrush here for you. You know what to do with it." Just before closing the door, Florian smirking: "And only come out when it turned red." Already poz? Who knows...

Really hot!🔥

Normally I prefer to be totally naked, also outdoors when cruising. Sometimes I wear a jock, never socks. Outdoors flip flops.

Chapter 4 I let go. Short pause. Cuddling. Slowly it hits me: I’ve really been filled with poz cum. I get hard again. Right then—Florian moves his cock. Back. Forth. It gets hard again. Still inside. In. Out. Poz cum—our lube. Florian rubs it in. Now he’s fucking me again. Hard. Raw. He whispers in my ear: “Round two, Henning... Second load, my soon poz Henning.” Lust. And I feel calm. The first step is done. I open up more. When he cums the second time, I hold him. He’s deep in me. So is his cum. Toxic poz cum. Deep in my hole. Still negative? Don’t know. Not yet. But I’m open. Florian pulls out—slow. So the poz loads stay in. I smile. Florian: “Come on, my poz boy Henning. Let’s grab some food.” At dinner—almost normal. Weather. News. Florian then discloses, how he learned that he's poz at the clinic four years ago. The doctor called him in. "Florian..., I have to tell you that I don't have good news." She looked seriously at him and noticed Florian's excitement. "I have to tell you, you're HIV positive." Now she noticed a growing bulge in his pants, further nervous excitement, his horniness. Starts smiling. "This reaction is uncommon but occasionally..." Florian asks where the next toilet is, the doctor tells him: "Directly opposite of this office, but"—assuming what he intends to do—"you maybe use the toilet in the basement." I found this story so exhilarating, that I immediately got an almost painful hard-on. Under the table, our feet keep touching. His hand on my thigh. On my bulge. My hand on his poison cock. He: “What would you do, if you're poz?” Me: “Fuck. Without thinking. Just fuck. Maybe top too. Always raw, Poz Daddy.” He: “Presumably you're already poz, Henning. Filthy poz boy, you're hot, poz Henning. But let's make sure, you convert today.”

My still neg ass...

Chapter 3 Florian shows me his official poz test result. It becomes serious now. I see his poison cock. Hard. Upright. Dripping. He pulls me toward the bed. I lie on my back. Just wearing my jock. And long white socks. My legs slightly spread. He touches my thighs. I open up more. He’s above me. Florian kisses me again. Our tongues meet. I feel him lifting one leg, then the other. Resting them on his shoulders. I’m exposed. Defenseless. He’s in control. We kiss deeper. His tip again at my hole. This time pressing. Harder. Sting. In. Out. In. Out. In. Lust. He breaks the kiss. Looks at me. Asks: “Henning, do you want it?” Teasing my neg hole. “Once I’m more than halfway in, I’m not pulling out till I’ve bred you, my poz boy. Well?” I push myself further onto his cock. Fucking good. I grab his ass. Pull him in. All the way. Shock. I try to push him out. He grins. He says: “You made your choice, soon poz Henning.” He gently takes my hands from his hips. Pins them above my head. I let it happen. I say: “Fuck me, Florian.” He fucks me. Long, slow strokes. Fuck, I’m so turned on. My pre-cum’s dripping. I feel it. I relax. He goes deeper. Pauses for a second each time. Each thrust feels deeper. I give in. His pace picks up. Still slow, but stronger. I look into his eyes. Lust. Desire. Anticipation. He: “What do you want?” Me: “Your seed!” He laughs: “What do you want?” Me: “Your seed deep inside me!” He gets rougher. Moans. Florian, serious: “What do you *want*, Henning!?” I close my eyes. Open them. Eye contact. Intense. “I want your poz cum!” He: “Scream it!” I scream: “I want to get pregnant from you! I want you to make me poz! Give me your HIV!” Three deep strokes. He looks deep into my eyes: “NOW!” I feel him shoot. His poison cock throbs. His seed fills me. With my legs, I keep him in. All the way. Deep. He shoots seven times. Then collapses on top of me. His cock resting inside me. My dick’s hard. But I can’t reach it. He’s still holding me down.

So hot!

I am wondering where this story is, where a brother tells his brother (I think in a bar) that he is poz. Somewhat later he is forced in a special room to poz his brother. I already searched the website but was not successful.

Chapter 2 In Florian's hotel room. Just the beginning. We're sitting with a glass of champagne. My test’s running. Both still dressed, but already just in socks. My test comes back negative. Second glass. The champagne kicks in. I start playing footsie with Florian. He touches my thighs. Strokes a little. I get up, go over. Sit on his lap. He grabs me. Asks: “You feel it?” Me: “Yeah. A bit. Should take off my pants. Feel it better.” I do it. Now I’m in my jock, sitting on him. Feel his bulge through his pants. He spreads my ass. His hard-on, still in his pants, presses into my crack. I get hornier. He says: “Close your eyes, my soon poz boy. Stand up for a second.” I stand. Hear fabric sliding. I know—his pants are off. He says: “Sit back down.” I sit. His bare cock against my ass. He holds me tight. Spreads my cheeks again. His dick slides into my crack. Already hard. Getting slick. Pre-cum. He: “You feel it, boy?” Me: “Yeah. I feel your poison cock. And your pre-cum on my neg hole.” I rock back and forth. My crack gets wet. Wet with pre-cum. Wet with his poz pre-cum. The champagne hits harder. I kiss him on the lips. He hesitates. Pulls me in. Kisses me. His tongue in my mouth. Passion. Lust. My neg hole’s slippery. Suddenly—his poz tip at my neg hole. Resting there. I move. His tip presses gently. Sharp sting. In. Just the head. More pre-cum. He says: “Once I’m more than halfway in, I’m not pulling out till I’ve bred you, boy.” His tip coats my insides with his poz pre-cum. Heat. He pushes me away. Strips naked. Fast.

Chapter 1 We meet in the lobby of his hotel. I’m turned on. And nervous. I recognize him instantly. He smiles — calm, confident. There’s a subtle bulge in his pants. His poisonous cock, his desire, visible. We sit down in a quiet corner. I take the armchair. He chooses the sofa. We order water. His name is Florian. Small talk — the weather, his trip. Then he starts playing with my feet under the table. He pats the empty seat beside him. "Henning, come over here." I sit next to him. Feel his warm hand on my thigh. He leans in. Fingers lift my chin. A kiss — soft, but certain. "Let’s go upstairs, Henning." In the elevator, we kiss again. Deeper this time. His hand slides to my ass. He feels my jock-strap. Mine moves to that bulge in his pants. And yes — there’s something big waiting.

(this is a work of fiction describing my personal fantasy how it might happen in a few chapters)

Prologue The first warm days of spring. Everything tingling. Hormones. Naughty thoughts. A profile – his profile. Few words, but strong energy. I message him. Just like that. “Hey hey.” He replies fast. “What are you into? What's your status?” I type back without thinking: “Tested negative for HIV. Not taking Prep. Raw. Mostly bottom. Risk turns me on.” I’m hard instantly. How will he respond? Will he even reply? I’m 45. He’s maybe 35. “I’m poz, on meds. If that’s your thing, I’ll make sure you’re dripping with my HIV cum after. Real. Raw. No protection.” I read it twice. Feel the pressure building. A fantasy wakes up. We write more. Pictures: He looks attractive, normal build. A handsome, and a poz guy. Myself, average build, naked in the woods, bent over a tree trunk. Exposed. Words that hit. No small talk, no games. He says he’ll be in my city soon. Business trip. Wants to know if I’m truly in. If I’ll show him I’m ready. I nod – even though he can’t see it. Mail after mail, the tension grows. He writes: “If we lock this in, I want it real. I will stop my meds then. No halfway bullshit.” I’m rock hard. Finally. Someone who means it. “I want to be your poz Dad, Boy. So you'll make a test. Just before I'm fucking you.” One sentence. And my mind explodes. Pre dripping. Nothing’s certain yet. But the thought is there. Deep. Three weeks later. You're in town. You stopped your meds two weeks ago. I'm still off Prep. It becomes real. Today. 2 p.m.

Very hot story!

Soooo hot.