Vancrawman

Years ago, at Steamworks Berkeley, I saw my boss’s boss getting fucked over a railing…i was fairly certain he didn’t see me as he was very nearsighted and wasn’t wearing his glasses…and although he had a hot ass, I didn’t go near as that would have been awkward afterwards for me. But yeah, you never know who you’re going to run into in places…

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER X: Conversion Party for 4 Calvin took good care of me during the flight, keeping me well stocked with food and drink. At one point, just before our descent into O’Hare, he approached me and leaned in to whisper: “I feel your load working on me already, Sir! I just wish I could have arranged a lavatory breeding here onboard, but the Chief Flight Attendant has me on her radar for stuff like that in the past. At any rate, I texted four of my FA chaser buds and they’re down for tonight. Think you can poz four in one evening?” With that his hand found its way under my blanket and onto my crotch where my poz cock was rigid and ready for more infectious fun.. “You bring the chasers, boy, and I’ll poz ‘em up. I got a second toxic top – one of my poz sons I’m going to see in Chicago, to help in the pozzing. Your FA friends are going in neg and they’re leaving pozzed up!” Landing at O’Hare, I go to deplane, Calvin giving me his best fake Flight Attendant “Bye, thanks,” but also with a little squeeze on my arm. I get over to baggage claim and my second poz son Benny is waiting for me there. I haven’t seen Benny since I pozzed him about 4 months ago and he looks great – he’s still a big bear type but he’s embraced his new upgraded POZ status with a biohazard tank top under his leather jacket and POZ dogtags. We embrace warmly and kiss. “Hey there, POZ Daddy,” he says to me, and lifting up his tank to reveal a multi-colored scorpion across his hairy midsection. If there was any doubt about the scorpion, Benny cleared that up by having “HIV+” inked in red in the body of the bug. “As you can see, I’m ready for some more action!” On the way in his car, Benny tells me that once his fuck flu hit, he went from 100% bottom to a 50/50 vers POZ pig, and he’s already got 3 known conversions under his belt. “I had a fever of 101 and aches and chills but I was so horned up, on the way home from the clinic, my first stop was Steamworks to unload in a few anonymous bottoms. And then all the bears in my club that I hang out with are either already POZ or they want to be, so I did my part to bring them into the brotherhood. I made a new son the day after I took the test!” “Fuck yeah, brother!” I said, grabbing his crotch while he drove, his hand reaching over to mine as well. I unbuttoned the snaps on my jeans and released my potent POZ pole for my poz progeny Benny to play with as he drove. I was so proud of Benny – this newfound confidence and not giving a fuck about what other people thought could only be the result of freeing up his sexual world to fuck without fear and be part of the beautiful brotherhood of proud and potent POZ men. Soon we were at his condo in Boystown – we played a bit with each other while showering – but we had 4 flight attendants (or “air mattresses,” as Calvin jokingly called them) to poz up tonight, so we needed to save our toxic loads for later. In the shower, Benny turned his butt to me and I saw the other tattoo he had just gotten – a Radioactive Symbol on his lower back. Paired with the HIV Scorpion on the front of him and the radioactive symbol over his ass, Benny was sure advertising his new POZ upgrade – my loading him up with HIV really got him out of his shell and this was a confident Benny happily pozzing the few remaining neg guys in his leather club. I fell into Benny’s bed for a nap, and he curled up next to me. Drifting off, I felt such a unshakeable bond to my brother in POZ, to the one I had converted with my strain and which he was passing on. There were 3 poz grandkids just from Benny’s cock infecting my strain into them. We both woke up about 90 minutes later, both our poz cocks rested and ready and a flurry of texts from Calvin with pics of the hot flight attendants we were going to be breeding made them both stand upright. First one was Amir, a Jordanian FA for one of those luxury Middle East airlines, with jet black hair and a close-cropped beard, his fat uncut cock and hairy butthole tempting us. The pic of him in his full uniform was just as hot, as the grey fabric strained against the FA’s tight muscly torso and butt. Then Calvin sent a pic of Justin, a ginger twink from Sydney who worked for Qantas. From the pic, Justin looks about 5’5” and maybe 140lb dripping wet, with a smooth hairless hole waiting for POZ cum. His twitter handle read: “AussieSkyCumdump” Next up from Calvin via text was Nicky a bearded and bespectacled transman FA for Southwest…this would be a first for me personally, so I was excited to poz his pussy up into the brotherhood. Finally, Calvin forwarded pics of Luc, an Air France FA with a pierced cock and a tattoo over his butt of just a large circle. “He says the circle will get filled in with a biohaz symbol when the fuck flu hits,’ Calvin’s next text explained. “They’re all so hot in their own way,” Benny remarked, grabbing his poz cock for emphasis. I can’t decide which one I want first.” “Oh, I know which one I’m getting first,” I said, flipping back up in the text string to Amir’s picture. I’m getting that one good and pozzed up,” I told Benny. “Then I’ll move on down the line.” Benny looked back at Nicky’s pics and announced the him as his intended first victim: “I really want that one to carry my strain, so you take Amir first and I get Nicky, and the others will be up for grabs.” And with that out of the way, Benny and I are back in his car on the way to the FA hotel near O’Hare. We arrived to the hotel right at 8:00pm, it’s one of those mid-priced national chain hotels and Calvin greeted us in the lobby as you need a keycard to get into the elevator. On the way up, he recounted how the boys were all ready, except one: “Amir’s flight arrived late, he’s still cleaning up in the shower, but I got all the other guys waiting ass up for you, so just take your pick and dive in.” I had planned on fucking Amir first but he wasn’t ready, but when we got to the room on the 14th floor, overlooking the airport terminal, I just went up to the first hole bent over on the left of the bed…Calvin had thoughtfully placed a toothbrush by every guy and I quickly stripped off and got the toothbrush into Luc the French FA’s hole. He moaned low and slow “Yes, this is what I have been waiting for,” and then a long moaning string of French words. Benny took himself to the other side of the large bed where Nicky was, and before long my poz son Benny was up inside Nicky – one of Nicky’s holes, anyway…Nicky having two holes for pozzing. In no time, the room is pulsing with mansex going on…Calvin took it upon himself to occupy the other hole which was little Aussie Justin. “I’m not officially poz yet, Justin, but I’m gonna keep your hole occupied while these masters do their work,” he said, pounding his substantial cock into the little Aussie. Now, my fucking of Luc was amazing, and I know my copious, high-viral pre-cum was already breaking through his defenses, but soon it was time to switch. Calvin moved over to Luc and I motioned to Benny who moved over to Justin, the big bear of a man Benny bearing down hard on the tiny Australian ginger. I moved over to Nicky for the new experience of fucking a pussy…Benny has arranged Justin and Calvin side-by-side and proceeded to go back and forth between them. Nicky was silky smooth as I sank my pierced POZ weapon into him: “Yeah, fuck my pussy with that toxic cock, man, you can fuck my ass as well, whatever way I get pozzed by you, stud!” Needing no more prompting, I shifted my target from the silky pussy of Nicky down to his warm hole and I know I’m precumming like crazy by now…switching back from ass to pussy felt amazing, but I didn’t want to blow too soon, so I withdrew and replaced my cock in his hole with the toothbrush that had been set up for him. “Scratching up that hole for you, boy! Gonna get all good and bloody to get my HIV,” Pretty soon I had the idea to keep the brush up his hole and fuck Nicky’s pussy at the same time, my left hand reaching beneath my thrusting crotch to further scratch up the hole of the transman I was balls-deep in. My load was gonna come and I wanted to get it up into the bruised up pink hole so I quickly replaced the brush and sent my poz cock up his ass once again, only a few thrusts later, I was spewing my poison seed into his hole. “Welcome to the POZ club, pig,” I proclaimed to Nicky who was furiously rubbing his pussy in ecstasy as I pozzed his hole. The whole new experience of it was amazing! Benny, on the other hand was back inside Justin and from his groaning, the big bear was about to impregnate the little Aussie with his toxic seed - the very strain I pozzed up Benny with only 4 months prior! Finally coming down from the high of breeding Nicky, I turn around and see Amir standing there furiously beating off his ridiculously fat uncut cock. “Am I next, Sir?” he asks in a low guttural voice. Despite having just bred Nicky, my cock showed no sign of diminishing and I pushed the hairy Jordanian down on the bed and instantly was up inside the dark furry passage…A few good thrusts and I realized I forgot the good old toothbrush treatment, so I quickly joined the brush inside his hole up against my rigid POZ rod. “I’m fucking you with the brush in there as well, boy,” I said to Amir, but he was not paying attention, his head buried in the bed, chanting “yes” and just the word “POZ” over and over again. It became like a mantra: “POZ, POZ, POZ, POZ,” and pretty soon Benny, who was fucking Luc by now, started chanting it as well and then the whole room of us pigs started chanting it. “POZ, POZ, POZ, POZ, POZ,!” Amir raised himself a bit to better get at his fat cock which was soon shooting a huge load of neg cum across the bed, splashing into Calvin (fucking Nicky) and Benny (fucking Luc). “Your last neg load!” Calvin shouted out. With Amir’s cumming so hard and clamping his ass muscles on my POZ pole, I quickly felt another batch of venom brewing and I exploded it into the warm Arab ass of Amir, nine or ten shots of liquid HIV. “Yes, Sir,” he shouted repeatedly as I pushed and grinded it into him deeper. I had forgotten there was also a toothbrush in his hole and when I pulled my cock out, the bright red bristles confirmed for me that I had done my pozzing duty on this Arab slab of manmeat. He and Nicky and Justin and Calvin, all now with POZ loads from me and Benny inside them, would fly all over the world, spreading the beautiful gift between men, our strains circling the globe bringing the joy of HIV to dozens of guys chasing the bug. I hadn’t bred Luc or Justin yet, and Benny hadn’t yet bred Amir or Nicky, so we switched again, me going over to the pixie Aussie and Benny taking on Nicky’s holes while Calvin and Amir started flip-fucking, changing every few minutes. Benny had learned from me well, for when I went to Justin’s hairless smooth hole, it was slowly oozing bright red blood mixed with Benny’s pozload. Not needing any more brushing, I just plunged my still-ramrod cock into Justin and went to town on his hole, and driving my POZ son’s viral seed into the little Aussie even deeper. Benny was flipping out on switching back and forth between Nicky’s hole and his pussy and soon enough Benny blew his 3rd load of special seed into the guy, shaking almost violently as he banged the last drops of the serum into the transman’s guts. As so often happens, one cum from your buddy fucking next to you begets another one from yourself and with great pride in my work, and bucking like a bull, I blew my 3rd batch of toxins into the tiny Qantas FA, ready now for him to fly to Sydney in the morning and share my gift on a new continent. Justin, now brimming with Benny’s and my toxic loads, excused himself: “Gotta go, mate, 6:00am flight, thanks guys for pozzing me. I handed him my card and told him to text me the results when the fuck flu strikes: “And don’t worry, boy, rest assured, you have just been pozzed, 100% guarantee.” Now I only had to fuck and breed the Frenchman Luc, on whose hole I started this party over 2 hours ago. Benny hadn’t yet bred Amir, so he replaced Calvin in Amir’s hole and just was pile-driving his pozzing stick into him. It wasn’t long before Benny’s 4th load of the evening came speeding out of his pozzing tool and up Amir’s butt. Determined to keep up, I doubled my pace up inside Frenchy’s ass and soon my Load #4 started to spew into his ass, bringing him fully into the brotherhood… I was wiped out – 4 big poz loads in about 2 ½ hours, and I collapsed onto the bed, next to Benny my accomplice in POZ for these 4 cumdump FAs from every corner of the globe. Luc got himself together enough to take my card and say a quick “Merci por la pozzing” and headed out, having an early flight to CDG in the morning. Nicky pulled himself together enough to take my card for notifying me officially: “You guys killed me with that, I am one happy boy!” Do you really think this one night did it,” meaning did we poz him just with tonight. “In 3 or 4 weeks, you’re gonna need a couple of sick days cuz you’ll feel like crap, Nicky boy, but you’ll also be horned up like never before – that’s what the virus does to you! I hope you make your poz holes available to anyone who wants them!” Nicky just laughed and said “so, same as always, then,” took my card and as he left said over his shoulder “I wish I was flying somewhere more exotic than Omaha and Albuquerque tomorrow” That left only Amir among the FAs, which is kinda how I wanted it, so while Benny and Calvin played off to the side, I opened up my legs and spread my cheeks for Amir’s fat cock. “Fuck me now, stud! Fuck that virus back to me!” I commanded him, as he positioned himself and lowered his monster meat – soon to be POZ meat – into my hole… Amir breathed heavy on my face and kissed me deeply as his girthy cock moved back and forth inside me, his breathing getting heavier and harder, and I could feel his cock expanding even more as his last neg load – or was it his first POZ load? – flooded my insides. Amir kept his dripping cock inside my ass for a few more minutes and we collapsed on the bed together in a heap of sweat and cum. Calvin and Benny flopped down next to us, totally spent as well. We spent a few minutes like that going over the events of the conversion party and reveling in the joint pozzing Benny and I just did of 4 hot flight attendants. Finally, Amir announced he had to leave as he was flying back to Dubai in the morning, and Benny and I made our way out of the hotel and to the car. When we got back to Benny’s apartment, we both just collapsed into bed and were fast asleep when the next morning, over coffee, I pulled up Instagram Kyle’s page – after all, this was the reason I had come to Chicago, unbeknownst to even Benny. There was a “special video announcement banner on his latest video, so I pressed ‘play:’ “Hi friends, it’s Kyle here, I was going to be at the Chicago event today. I had a great presentation planned on chopping firewood and then making an apple strudel and decorating the house for the autumn…but I’m sorry to say I have to cancel. Just the other day, I received a diagnosis that shocked me – I have tested positive for HIV. I know that I will be fine, but I’m taking a hiatus from this page to reconnect and concentrate on my well-being. I will be back soon, guys, I promise.” I looked up at Benny – he was just smiling at me and finally said: “Yeah, he was my first conversion. He begged for it as I was fucking him. I was so stoked to be pozzing him up with your strain, brother!” I just had to laugh – I came all this way to Chicago to infect this one guy and my poz son got there first. I trained him well. ONE MONTH LATER: After confirmatory texts from Harry, Reggie, Calvin, Amir, Nicky, Luc and Justin, I’m up to 15 confirmed hits…so it was past time for my first X. I’m sitting in Eric’s tattoo chair getting my 1st “X” next to my biotat. Eric, shirtless as always, proudly sporting his 4th “X,”. as he’s finishing up, he calls over to Benny, sitting there, waiting his turn. “Your next for your first ‘X,” brother! Take your shirt off” ~THE END~

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER IX: Upgrade to POZ I had over 3 hours still before the Chicago flight was boarding…I guess I’m one of those “get to the airport early” people. In fact, that was one of the things my ex and I used to argue about; of course now I look back on that time and chuckle, it was all so innocent. I was totally afraid of catching something and was a complete condom-nazi, even in my monogamous relationship with my ex. How times have changed! Just a couple of years ago I would have no idea that today I’d be happily single, POZ and loving it and gleefully breeding and infecting any chaser who wants my loaded seed. And there have been a few oblivious bottoms-up bottoms at the bathhouse or under a stall in a men’s room who have gotten my gift as well…So I really may be well over 10 pozzings for all I know, but the X only counts with confirmed hits. Hence the flight to Chicago to meet up with my poz son Benny and hopefully his boss InstaKyle. Still content from my security room pozzing of the hot TSA agent Reggie, I made my way for a quick shower and nap in the private lounge area they have here. I paid for entry to the lounge and was ready for some restorative time. I showered at the little personal booth here in the lounge area, my hands rubbing over the biotat that Eric did for me, now pending its first accompanying X now that I just pozzed up Reggie the TSA agent not 1 hour previously…Just rubbing my hands over my poz tat makes my dick stir again, even though I’m dog-tired and my cock has shot three big loads in a few hours. Again, I just know deep down that the pozzing happened, but of course I have to wait for the official confirmation from Reggie and from Harry from the night before…Eric is a stickler for known pozzings before applying an X to signify membership in “The Ten.” As I’m toweling off, my phone buzzed and I had another confirmation, this one from Mitch, the 75-year old neighbor of mine who outsourced the pozzing of his young BF Clark to me. “Thank you Randy! Clark had a bad fuck flu and a poz result this morning on the home test! He is so happy and you’ve made me a happy Daddy as well! You’ll always he his biological Dad ! See you around the neighborhood!” I’m so excited I got another confirmation and Clark is Officially Son #5, even though Mitch is his Daddy. After the shower, and now this good news, I settle into the little bed in the small chamber, hopefully for a couple of hours’ rest before the boarding process. Between the late-night pozzing of Harry and then the early morning dash to LAX, then meeting up with and breeding Reggie, I am pretty exhausted and off to sleep I go right away. Some of the way through the nap, I lapse into a dream, a lucid dream which I have sometimes…in the dream, my pierced POZ cock is getting sucked off expertly but I can’t see who is doing the deed…I just sense a uniform on the guy and a pin with wings and a logo and a name, but I can’t read the name. He speaks in a hazy voice or in my hazy dreamlike state “Can I do this? Is this OK?” But this is a sweet dream nonetheless and my cock rises from its slumber and I feel it throbbing and pulsing. It’s so true that the more poz sex you have, the more you want! Only now in this dream I feel like the mouth on my cock has been replaced by a warm hole, moving up and down on me, I’m moaning and groaning in my sleep and before I know it, I dream another toxic load of my poz seed is impregnating this mancunt into the poz brotherhood. Happily satisfied once again, I drift off into a deeper sleep and in an hour or so, my phone alarm buzzes and I get dressed again, hoping to grab some coffee on the way out of the lounge. Among my clothes which I had thrown on the little chair next to the bed, I see a strange object…It’s a nametag. “Calvin” Was it always here, left by someone before me? Or was my lucid dream of fucking and seeding some manhole really *not* a dream? I have no time to ponder this, and I finish dressing, grab some coffee and head out of the lounge for the gate. The flight is boarding in 15 minutes and I sit myself down waiting for my group to be called. The gate attendants are busy with papers and answering questions: “We board shortly, ma’am” “Yes, I can switch your seat, sir” – that kind of thing. Just then, the female gate attendant looks up and greets the approaching flight crew: ‘Hey, Judy,” “Hi Bill,” “Good morning, Theresa,” and “Oh, hey Calvin.” I shot up in my seat to see who Calvin is – and was not disappointed; his hot body straining against his tight uniform, his brown hair and three-day stubble framing his face, setting off his green eyes. He’s about 25 if he’s a day. ‘Can’t be, I think to myself, could it? Calvin greets the desk attendant “Hi, Marie, I needed that nap in the lounge – just what the doctor ordered! Only I can’t find my nametag now!” I look down in my hand, which is still holding the “Calvin” name tag and walk over to him at the desk where he’s chatting with his co-worker. “You looking for this,? I ask, holding out the gold nametag. His beautiful, smiling face suddenly went all sorts of pale, and he leaned into me and said “am I in trouble now with you?” “Why would you assume that,” I responded. He sheepishly looked at me, saying ‘I did ask you if it was OK but I think you were maybe still a little sleepy and I wondered if you had heard me. I don’t want you to think I would do that if you hadn’t consented.” “Well, did I consent?” I asked, playing with him a bit. “I’m sorry,” was all he could say. “My friend Reggie described you to me and told me what you did for him. He was so happy about it, I had to see for myself. I saw you in the lounge and you hadn’t locked your cubicle door.” “You wanted this,” I asked, pointing to the lower part of my T-shirt but really pointing to the poz biotat below it. “Desperately…been trying for years.” “I’m glad to be of service,” I whispered. “Now, you can’t get loaded up by anyone else until you get the fuck flu…and with my strain, you’ll get it. Rest assured, I *have* just pozzed you, I’ve got a 100% conversion rate, even after just 1 fuck.” Here’s my phone number, handing a slip of paper to him. Text me when you get your results with a pic of the test.” “Thank you, Sir,” Calvin said, a couple of tears streaming down his face. “I have to get onboard now, but I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.” With that, he turned and walked past the gate attendant, saying something quickly to her, and then he was gone up the jetway. A couple of moments later, I hear my name called to the desk. Calvin got me upgraded to 1st class! ~90 minutes later~ I’m ensconced in my lie-back 1st class seat, the very helpful and friendly Calvin, my poz load already at work on his bloodstream, changing his DNA and bringing him into the poz brotherhood, has been supplying me with champagne the whole time. Calvin texts me an address of a hotel with the message “Shame we can’t do an encore here on the plane when I’m working, but this is where I’ll be tonight, a few of us flight attendants who want the same thing will be there as well.” Immediately, I text my poz son #2 Benny, who I’m going to meet at O’Hare… “You up for some toxic gift-giving with me tonight, boy?”

you do know that was 34 years ago...?

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter VIII: Airport Code POZ “Come through, Sir,” the TSA agent said, bored out of her mind, waving me through the machine. Her name badge read “Sylvia.” It was 6:30am, I was still not fully awake after a late night of pozfucking my latest conquest, a 40-something Daddy type, with a furry Dadbod and an admirable goal of pozzing up to join the brotherhood. Harry had just gotten out of a bad relationship and was ready to sow his oats, and he wanted them toxic to gift around to others. Reaching out to me on twitter DMs, we quickly arranged a meeting. I had only the one available night since I was flying to Chicago in the morning. I put on my fat metal cockring which I had specially engraved with “POZ” in capital letters, I was wearing my biohazard T-shirt, and to add to the look, I had some biohazard dogtags on a chain that I was now sporting regularly. I met Harry at his hotel; he had flown in from Phoenix for my strain – always such an honor to infect chasers, especially those that travel to get what you’ve got, I was happy to help him out. By the time I left his hotel, after toothbrushing his hot furry hole twice and depositing two loads of my HIVenom into him, I was confident – certain, actually, that in a few weeks, Dad Harry would be in the midst of the beautiful fuck flu and I’d have pozzed my 9th willing chaser, the only thing left was to get the inevitable text message in a month or so on my pozphone from him, my latest victim. Harry was intent on pozzing up and spreading it around. He told me his ex was trying to get back into his life but he wasn’t gonna let that happen. “My ex was so toxic!,” he remarked, not meaning “viral,” but an obnoxious personality, he explained. “Well, in a few weeks, you can make him doubly toxic if you wanted to!” I laughed. I think he was considering the idea as I kissed him goodbye and left his hotel room. After I had done the deed, I collapsed into my bed back at home, and only slept for about 4 hours – when I woke, I saw that I hadn’t even taken off my T-shirt, or the necklace with the POZ dogtags (another new pozmerch purchase). I hurriedly dressed, unthinkingly adding the metal POZ cockring (which had become part of my daily uniform) and made my way to the airport – LAX has some amenities like an airport shower that I would have to take advantage of. If I could clean up there and then sleep on the plane, I would be refreshed for the task ahead. But now, as Agent Sylvia waved me through the security machine, I realized I was wearing some metal on my person, my 0g PA piercing, the Scorpion belt buckle that Eric and Keith got for me last week, the metal cockring and chain with dogtags, the last two emblazoned with the word “POZ” on them – I briefly panicked a bit inside – and then, I said to myself “Fuck it,” and strolled through. The machine, of course, buzzed and beeped and lights blinked on and off. ‘Off to the side, sir” she responded, as she got the hand-held scanner and waved it up and down in front of me. It got to the lower part of me and beeped loudly. “Male agent needed for extra security search,” she intoned into her walkie-talkie. “Stand over here, Sir,” she said pointing to the side. “Just one moment for a male agent, Sir,” it won’t be long. “Oh, here he comes now…” Around the corner of the security area, walked in a hot, built black man in a tight uniform. He approached me and I could see his name tag: “Reggie.” Sizing me up, I thought that just for a second, Reggie’s eyes stopped for an extra second or two at my T-shirt with the biohazard imprinted on it. “Follow me over here, sir,” he motioned to a cordoned-off area behind several screens. Once again, the hand-held scanner was waved in front of me. Reggie brushed it up against me, unlike his female co-worker, and he stopped at the groin area, “What have you got here, Sir?” he mused, “show me please, you’ll have to drop your pants.” Unbuckling the scorpion buckle, I dropped my jeans and underwear and was full POZ monty right there at LAX, even for it being a screened-off area, it still felt weird but strangely liberating. My biotat displayed proudly for him to view as I lifted up my T-shirt to show it off. “Oh, I see,” was his only response, “you can pull up your trousers now, but come with me, Sir, I need to look a bit closer.” With that he led me to a small private room with a long rectangular window in the door. As I entered the room and turned around, I saw him lowering the blinds on the window. “We need some privacy, here, Sir, don’t you think?”, clicking the lock on the door. He moved forward and cupped my crotch, “Is that really loaded with toxic cum?” he said pointing down at it. “Yep,” I said proudly. Becoming poz and gifting at will had emboldened me and I no longer cared who knew or what anyone thought about it. Reggie certainly seemed to approve as he sank to his knees and took my growing poz pierced weapon in his mouth. “Airport benefit – we get to play with any twisted fucker we see coming through. And when I saw the biotat and the POZ cockring, I knew I needed that strain.” “You neg,?” I asked, hopefully wishing to add poz son to my list. “Yep, neg and no PrEP…been trying to join the club for over a year now, but no luck,” he said, dropping his pants to reveal a fat black cock oozing neg precum. ‘I can turn that precum into poz cum with just one fuck, Reggie, if you want me to.” “Please, Sir, give me that toxic load,” he begged, and just backed up on my cock. Sometime in this brief interaction in this room, he had lubed his hole – it felt smooth and silky and I began driving my pozrod into this stud’s hole. “You gonna share this gift, you sick fucker, once I blow my strain into you? I was getting close…despite very little sleep and blowing two infectious loads into Harry only a few hours ago, my high-viral balls were brewing up a fresh batch of poison for Reggie’s sweet hole. “Yes, Sir! The whole point of going poz is to spread it around,” he breathlessly exclaimed. With that, I erupted my virus into the TSA agent, shuddering and pulsing eight or nine shots of HIV straight into him…Reggie was beating his cock furiously and right after my toxic injections had abated, his cock unleashed a three-foot arc of neg cum across the room. “Yeah, that’s the last neg load you’ll ever shoot, man!” I proudly proclaimed, sure in my perfect conversion rate and that my Number 10 son was just created, ready to spread and share and gift the willing and the oblivious alike into the poz brotherhood. We disentangled from each other, and he kindly cleaned off my cock with his mouth, and then we dressed and he led me out of the room, past the security area. “You do this often with people traveling through?” I asked Reggie. “Oh yeah, we pick the ones we want for special screening,” he laughed. Just before us, Sylvia got her pussy fucked by a Swedish tourist in that same room we were just in – Airport Privileges!” “This one is good,” he remarked to Sylvia, the woman who had scanned me initially. She shot him a conspiratorial look and sly smile. “You’re free to proceed, Sir, and thank you,” he whispered. I passed him my burner phone number I quickly wrote on an extra luggage tag. I whispered to Reggie “When you get the fuck flu, let me know.” Son #10 was in the books. My first X was now just awaiting official confirmation from Harry and now Reggie! I grabbed my bag and never turned back, an incredible feeling of pride and accomplishment washed over me as I headed for the spa/shower area, still with plenty of time to make my flight.

Fucked Ryan Cummings (but then again, who hasn’t?), also got fucked 2x by Daddy Will @tantricfitness who used to do TIM scenes under the name Will Forte, and also got fucked once by Cutler X - worth every penny!

Yes…Fantasy and fiction of course….but we can always wonder..

great minds think alike...

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter VII: Breaking through the PrEP: Eric and I had just finished a joint pozzing of Travis, a young chaser twink off Twitter…he wanted a combo platter of HIV strain from two guys, and I offered my good friend and poz tattoo specialist Eric, who marked me with my biotat after I turned poz myself. Once we had each taken a turn inside his neg hole, I suggested we double-fuck Travis with our poz weapons, and the kid obligingly sat down on both our engorged pierced poz cocks at the same time. His eyes lit up at the double anal invasion, his cock wildly helicoptering around spontaneously started spewing his last neg load into the air in a graceful arc. It was not long after that that Eric and I both simultaneously impregnated the kid with two big toxic HIV loads to upgrade his hole into the poz brotherhood. He dismounted off us and rolled over in bliss at the pending infection that was already at work, our joint strains infiltrating his bloodstream, marking him forever as pozzed. Eric and I high-fived each other and made our way out of the kid’s apartment, being sure to remind him to text us the good news in a couple of weeks. Eric almost never bothers to wear a shirt, and when I got my biotat, had 2 “X’s” emblazoned around his inked scorpion, meaning he had successfully infected 20+ guys. And while I was doing my best to catch up to him, my relatively meager 6 confirmed pozzings paled next to his, especially now that I saw a 3rd “X” marked on him, marking him as an apex poz predator, converting at least 30 guys into the beautiful poz brotherhood. “Hey, when this twink turns poz, who gets the credit as his pozzer,?” I wondered to Eric as we stepped outside, thinking of my own 1st “X” to get me closer to membership in The Ten. “We both get credit, brother,” he replied, “it’s not a race, I just started way before you. Remember, I’ve been poz-toxic for over 10 years now!” So this twink will be your 7th and my [here he paused to check a note on his phone] my 36th!”, he said proudly. “Maybe the question is will you get your first “X” before I get my fourth one,” he pondered, chuckling at the thought. At that my phone buzzes - another chaser hitting me up, sliding into my DMs asking me to slide my pierced poz smoking gun into his neg unprotected hole. My phone has never had so many text alerts, it was becoming tough to keep the professional career-oriented part of my life separate from the pozzing part of it. “You gotta get some burner phones, dude,” Eric said as we walked to our cars, “I just bought four more for myself, I’ll let you have one,” he said, opening the trunk of his car and pulling out a plastic-wrapped brand new burner phone. “You need this to keep it all separate,” he remarked, “now, I gotta go, I got one more chaser to turn tonight, he’ll be Number 37! ” he said flipping through his own burner phone. Oh, and there’s this one, he’s really cute, and his ass pic is really tempting, but he’s says he’s on PrEP and I don’t waste my seed if it’s not gonna poz the guy.” He showed me the pic of the 20-year old PrEPPED kid’s hole. My cock, despite having just erupted a big load of viral cum into the twitter twink’s hole, stirred once more. “I got no other candidates today,” I said, “I’ll do him, even if he’s PrEPPED…I like a challenge,” and with that Eric sent me the Francisco’s info and I quickly texted him and made arrangements to breed his PrEPPED-up hole later that night. Eric and I shared a deep kiss in front of our cars, and as we did, he whispered in my ear “Never stop pozzing, my brother!” and I reminded him that soon I was flying to Chicago to get into InstaKyle’s hole and hopefully poz him into the club. “Have a good trip and let me know how it goes,” he said, getting into his car and driving off. I went home and finished packing all the essentials - a new toothbrush, still in its packaging, and a 3oz squeeze bottle of saved cum from the freezer that I saved from some j/o sessions I did. No better lube than cum. Even if by the time I use it on someone, it’s probably inert by then – but I’ve got an endless supply of weaponized HIV loads in my balls ready to be unleashed. After a nap and a quick shower, I was back out of the house to drive over to Silver Lake to breed this hot hole referred by Eric…I was really hoping the kid had forgotten his PrEP a few times in the past week, or maybe if somehow I was viral enough to get past his PrEP defenses…after all, my VL was over 1.7 million at the moment, enough again to puzzle the Idealistic Young Gay Doctor into switching my medications, not knowing I wasn’t gonna take them anyway. I pulled up to the kid’s place and walk through the unlocked door as he said it would be. I found him in the back bedroom ass-up and waiting for me. “Thanks for coming, I really need this,” he said, “and can you do some poz talk while you’re in me?” “You still on PrEP, right?” I asked “Yes, but I crave poz cum,” said the kid. “I know I’m on PrEP, but want your bugged-up load inside me.” “I’m really toxic right now, I might just get my strain past your defenses,” I cautioned, not really believing that but willing to play along. Francisco was a hot little bottom twink, his tan skin glistened fresh from the shower, his ample cock would one day make a great pozzing stick, if he weren’t wasting its potential with PrEP. He taunted me a little with his hot hole with the happy trail of hair down his crack and his mocking of my toxicity against his medicated defenses: “You’ll never get through my PrEP, Mister but you can try. But you aren’t gonna poz me,” he taunted, getting onto the bed and on all fours, “in fact, you’re just gonna neg me with your load.” Challenge accepted, I tongue at his hairy hole a bit which is sweet and smooth inside…I do this for a few minutes and then pull out the toothbrush from my pocket. “You want this in your neg hole? If you’re as neg as you say it won’t make a difference, but this is my standard pozzing ritual.” “LOL, dude, sure go for it, but I won’t convert.” “That’s what he thinks,” I say to myself as I launch the brush into his hole, a generous application of my saved cum and some fresh pre-cum applied to it, and proceed to turn it back and forth a few times as he moans in pleasure. I take a few extra minutes scratching up his insides with the brush, giving my viral load every chance to penetrate his PrEP. “Man, that feels so good, I didn’t think it would,” but you’re still not pozzing me even with the brush,” this impudent kid tells me. I just take out the now bright-red pozzing brush and replace it with my hard pierced poz cock which I lubed up with my saved loads, all in one fell swoop and all the way down, balls-deep inside his boyhole. I don’t bother waiting for him to acclimate to it, I just start pile-driving it into him. “Yeah, right in there all the way, take that poz tool,” I command him. “I’m gonna break through those defenses and smash your hole into the poz brotherhood.” “No way, man,” he says breathlessly, taking my fuck and pushing back against me, “you can try, dude, keep pounding me, man. Make me wish you were pozzing me right now!” ‘Oh, you little fucker, I am pozzing you right now!” I thrust deeply in and out of the kid’s cunt. I know we’re role playing a little here, but only just a little, for if there’s a way in hell to get through the PrEP, my viral load swimming with fresh HIV wants to find it. He wants the poz fuck and poz load, just not to turn poz, well “We’ll see about that, kid,” I tell him. “Let’s see in two or three weeks if your PrEP worked,” I add, grinding further into him and preparing to blast my strain inside his toothbrushed hole. “Neg hole gonna stay neg,” he laughed, taunting me more. With that, my cock grew even more inside this bratty kid and as it shot off 8 or 9 injections of my high-viral poz seed into him, I pushed it deeper and deeper inside. I know logically it can’t convert him if he’s on PrEP but it was fun to play around with him like it could. I dismount off him and get dressed to go. “That was fun, man,” he smiles up at me…”I know you wanted to poz me,” but I’m not ready for that yet, maybe someday,” he gets up and kisses me and on my way out, I tell him “Let’s see in a few weeks,” as we both laugh – he because he thinks it’ll never happen and me because I think it just might, against the odds, it just might… It’s three weeks later and Travis, the twink that Eric and I tag-teamed and double-fucked, happily sends us both his results: POZ. “Bingo,” I text back to Erik on his burner phone, “we got him! 7 for me and now 36 for you!” “Make that 38 for me, dude!” “Man, you are a pozzing machine!” A week later, I’m checking Francisco’s twitter feed: “Feel like crap today, called in sick to work, hope it’s not COVID” “Went to Urgent Care,” he tweets a few hours later, “Thankfully NOT COVID.” Two days later: “Saw my doctor, his hot nurse Keith got squeezed me in at last minute.” Two days later: “Guess I’m poz now, thanks PrEP! So many emotions right now!” I quickly take a screen grab of the tweet and forward it off to Eric and Keith: “Got another one, that makes 8 confirmed.” “Congrats, brother! Proud Papa to 8 poz sons, the feeling gets better and better!” Eric messages back. Keith just texts back a pic of his furry stomach and now 2 X’s next to his biotat. He hit 20! I gotta catch up to these guys someday!

2023 Loads Taken thus far: 6 2023 Loads Given Thus Far: 12

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter VI: Outsourcing the Infection: It’s been almost three weeks since the joint pozzing of the twins Caleb and Callum…they haven’t yet exhibited any signs of the fuck flu but as both of them headed back to college after Spring Break — Caleb back to Florida and Callum back to Berkeley - they promised they would take the home tests at the first sign of anything. But the knowledge that I have successfully converted them - for I know it in my soul and I know it in my fat pierced poz cock whenever I think about it - has sustained me during this busy work period. That, and the fact that I had only 4 days until some time off and my flight to Chicago to get my viral load into unsuspecting Instagay Kyle. Speaking of work, it had gotten real busy lately with various projects I was heading up, this was interfering with my time and opportunity to elevate guys into the brotherhood. Just about all the free time i had during the day was when i would go for a run early in the morning. One such morning, after running for a bit, I stripped off my shirt as usual, proudly displaying the poz tattoo I had worked so hard for, and which I was working hard on getting my first “X” to signify my membership in The Ten. I had 2 confirmed pozzing in Justin and Benny and 2 I know were poz just not officially yet in the twins, but I was never gonna be satisfied with only 4 successful conversions, not if I wanted that X. As I’m making my way back to the building, an older man I see sometimes walking his dog waved me over to him. Nearing him, he called out to me: “Does that tattoo mean what I think it means, son?” “Sure does,” I said instantly, having reached the point in this journey of not caring who knows it. “So are you shooting blanks or live ammo,“ he asked. “100% toxic HVL, with 4 confirmed pozzings,” I answered proudly, counting Caleb and Callum who weren’t yet official but I knew it had happened. “Nice…I have a proposal for you, can you walk with me for a moment?” Intrigued, I walk with him and he explains his name is Mitch and he’s 75 years old. He’s in damn good shape for being 75, I think to myself. “I’ve been poz since before you were born, Randy.” Got it from my first-ever boyfriend - we were chorus boys on Broadway together. He is no longer with us. We were together 15 years before it took him, but somehow, it never took me. I got on meds as soon as they came out and I’ve been undetectable for over 20 years now.” “Oh, no,” I think to myself, “is this the start of a lecture?” He continued: “Which means at my age, it would be unwise to stop taking the meds, but my young boy, well he wants what you have.” He pulled out his phone and navigated to a picture of his boy who I learn is named Clark and is 28 years old. He and Mitch have been together for 6 years. “Don’t get me wrong,” Mitch went on, “I can still fuck him like I’m a young buck,” I just can’t give him what he needs, which is HIV. - how times change and I almost can’t believe I’m asking this, but would you be willing to poz my boy Clark? I would want to watch you do it, and i want to fuck your toxic load further into him after you’re done…that way, I’ll have a part in the process.” I am elated at this…the chance to infect a young guy like Clark with his older BF to watch! “You name the time and place, Mitch, it’ll be my pleasure to poz him up for you!” MItch and I exchange numbers and it turns out he lives only around the corner from me. “I’ll go home now and tell him the good news, Randy,” Mitch exclaims “he’s gonna be so excited. He’s seen you jogging and the tattoo, but was too shy to ask himself.” We go our separate ways and I make my way back to my building and as I’m putting the key in the door, I sense someone behind the stairwell and quickly turn around but the figure has gone, I hear faint footsteps going down the stairs. Must be my building admirer, the one who taped that note to my door - he hasn’t made himself known to me since then, but I’m hoping he’ll work up the nerve to ask me to bring him into the poz brotherhood. In the meantime, I shower and sit down to my workday, which is a lot of meetings, mostly incredibly dull and I’m daydreaming about all the guys I’ve infected and still to convert over to poz. Just then, a text comes through from Caleb in Florida. An Oraquick home test: 2 lines. He’s poz! “You did it, Sir, just with 2 fucks and you took away the negativity in my life! Thank you! Before I even have a chance to respond, a new text comes through from Callum in Berkeley. Another home test and another poz result! “Look at this, Sir, you got me!” I’m so happy despite this terrible fuck flu! And I was so horny despite it I went out and fucked two guys at Steamworks last night!” I quickly made a group text with the twins “That’s it, boys, revel in your poz status and go forth and spread my strains!” I was now almost halfway to my first “X” to go next to my biotat, with 4 confirmed pozzings and now Mitch’s young boyfriend Clark would get me 50% of the way… I text Mitch: “Great to meet you this morning. I’m ready whenever Clark and you are ready for the upgrade.” “Can you come over tomorrow night,” he responded, “I’ll have him ready for you.” I arrived at their house the next night at the appointed time, toothbrush in hand. Ringing the bell, I heard Mitch call out “It’s open, just come in.” In the back bedroom was Mitch who at 75 was still rocking a tight body - those years of dancing on stage really paid off for him. Mitch was balls deep up inside Clark, a cute slender guy on all fours while his 75-year old daddy boyfriend was pounding his ass. I could see from behind that Clark had a cock cage on which was swinging with Mitch’s pounding into him. Clark’s hands and feet were each bound with leather straps. I took out the toothbrush from my pocket, and Mitch looked over and said “Don’t bother with that, I brushed him up good before we started. I want to be as much a part of the process I can, so I thought I’d get his hole warmed up for you. I brushed it for a good 5 minutes before so he should be ready to receive.” With that he pulled out, a bright streak of blood red followed Mitch’s substantial cock out of Clark’s ass. “Once you cum in him, I’m gonna go back in a fuck it deeper into him if that’s OK.” “Hey, he’s your property, I’ll do whatever you want with him,” was my reply. Mitch moved over to in front of Clark and leaned in to speak to him a bit. “Here’s the top who will poz you, my boy.” You will take his cum and hopefully he’ll infect you with it, just like we talked.” “100% conversion rate, so no ‘hopefully’ about it, it will happen”, I tell them. Clark nodded OK and took Mitch’s hard cock deep down his throat. “OK,” Mitch said, pointing to me, “do it now,” I said my standard final warning: “This is where I say that once I’m in you, I won’t pull out until I poz you, no matter what” “Go for it,” Mitch urged. “Poz him up!” I mounted up on Clarks hole, my cock pre-cumming as usual from the excitement of getting to poz up another neg hole. Clark’s ass felt warm and silky from Mitch’s preparation of it for me; I knew this wouldn’t be a long fuck but it sure felt nice and warm. As I was working up on a stroke rhythm inside and out of Clark’s ass, Mitch held him and whispered some poz talk to him: “He’s gonna gift you now, you fucking whore” “You’re getting his HIV now, pig” “You gonna turn into a poz pup for me now!” I joined in a bit with “Already, my viral precum is infecting you, faggot!” “You’d getting pozzed as we speak!” All this poz talk got me close to popping as my cock inside Clark’s hole expanded even more in preparation for releasing my HIV into this kid’s hole…and soon it burst forth with about 10 injections of pure HVL poz seed. I collapsed over his back squeezing from my cock the last drops of virus for his scratched up hole. “OK, I’ll take it from here, thanks!” Mitch instructed and with that I withdrew from his BFs hole and Mitch walked around his boy, placing his fat cock back inside Clark as he fucked in my cum further inside his hole. “Fucking that toxic load into your hole now!” Turning to me, he said “Thanks a million, Randy. I’ll let you know if it worked. You can go now.” I leaned into Mitch to give him a deep kiss and as we separated from it he whispered “Thank you for pozzing him.” I put my still hard cock back into my jeans and quietly left them to fuck some more. On the walk back to my building, I checked my messages and my building admirer sent me a DM on twitter: “I’m ready for it, if you want to take me into the club. Apartment 4B, anytime.” My cock stirred once more…Entering my building, I pressed the elevator button for “4,” and I was now gonna be 60% of my goal. Today was a good day.

probably over 5,000...the Glory Holes were my second home for many years. Almost every day throughout my 20s I was there.

sounds like a great party!!

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter VI: Mounting and Installing I woke up early that morning, my pierced poz cock decided it was time to get UP. Ordinarily, I’d hit the apps or BZ or twitter to see what messages from chaser guys have come through, but I know my pozzing tool has another appointment later today with Caleb’s not-so-virgin-anymore hole, so I settle for a quick run through the neighborhood to try to alleviate the urge for now. Along the way, I strip off my shirt as the morning L.A. temperature starts to rise, the top half of my biohazard tat prominently displayed, sticking up from my running shorts. For anyone in the know, it’s clear in it’s connotation. I run by a few other guys sporting bio-tats as well and we just smile and nod in an unspoken bond…I don’t know if they’re all toxic or on meds but we still share a great link…And with prolific pozzers like Keith and Eric around this area, it’s entirely possible some of the hot men I pass by are my brothers in poz, sharing our strain and not caring who knows it. As I’m walking back to my apartment, my phone buzzes…It’s Caleb. “Still can’t stop thinking about yesterday, Sir, and knowing I may already be poz,” “Oh, I think you are already for sure, but that’s what today is - the cherry on your poz conversion, baby boy.” “Can you come by at 12:00? My folks will be busy setting up for a pool party for me and my brother so we’ll have uninterrupted time to “install the TV. They don’t know I already did it in the middle of the night, it’s 90% set up already.” “I’ll be there in my tech support shirt, baby boy,” to guarantee you my strain and entrance to the brotherhood. Keep your hole prepared,” I text back as I enter my apartment building. As I approach my door, I see there’s a note taped to it. Pulling it down, and opening my door, I stop to read it: “I’m a neighbor of yours and I am craving what you have, I know you can give me what i need” plus a phone number and his twitter handle “@born2003boyneedspoz I text Keith a pic of the note “Wow, they’re hunting me down now!” Another contestant for conversion to an enhanced life! Wonder how they knew who I was.” “Maybe your Wi-Fi network name of “bighotpozzer” sent a red flag through the building?” Keith jokes back. Pays to advertise!” “But seeing his twitter name now, I know that kid, Randy” Keith writes back, “I fucked him, in fact, but he didn’t convert. I think he was on meds even though he said he wasn’t. I saw PrEP in his bathroom cabinet when I went there one day to breed his hole. He’s a hot boy and his hole is really sweet so it’s a good fuck but I don’t think he’s serious about getting pozzed.” “I’m willing to give him a try on your say-so, brother…A good fuck is still a good fuck. I’ll work on him a bit over twitter and maybe i can get him to lose the PrEP.” “Check with Eric on that kid, I think he fucked him as well thinking he was a serious chaser - but again the PrEP stopped the good result from getting through. Good luck,” Keith continued, “with today’s adventure. Poz up that boy good, brother!” “Keith, I don’t know how to explain it,” I texted back, “but I just *know* already that I got him pozzed into the brotherhood with last night’s fuck. I felt the same with Benny and all it took was the 1 poz session to convert him.” “Yep, sometimes you just know, my friend. Have fun anyway.” I quickly showered which sent my pozzing stick hard and rigid again but i held off, instead placing a thick metal cockring around it to show it off some more, throw on the boy’s B*** B** T-shirt, found an old “RANDY” name badge from my days selling mobile phones and made my way out in the traffic towards the kid Caleb’s house. I pulled up in front of the kid’s house to see a number of cars parked in the driveway and on the street in front…there were balloons on a stick tied to the mailbox indicating a party was in progress. I texted the kid “I’m here.” “Come around the right side and you’ll see me,” he fired back. And there he was poking out a side door, looking as cute and corruptible as yesterday, the scorpion T-shirt I gave him was a size too big and enveloped his gangly frame. A moment of pride swelled in me when I saw him and knew I had given him my HIV, and was about to do so again, bringing him fully into my poz coven and marking him for life as my progeny. “In here,” he motioned, and we went through the side door to the large finished basement where the TV and soundbar and sub-woofer was sitting, fresh and new with the packaging strewn about. “It’s all finished, just gotta connect the cables through the crawl space…in here,” he led me to a darkened room under the stairs. “Gotta do this quick, Sir, I can't stop thinking about it! please gift me again with your poz!” Closing the door behind him, narrow shafts of light from the larger room poked through the small wooden door, making it near pitch black in this little space. He turned on the flashlight on his phone and put it to one side…. In this harsh light, what I could see was that he had flung off his shorts and pulled up the scorpion shirt, exposing his sweet tasty pink hole. He handed me a toothbrush and said “brush me up with my own toothbrush, Sir, so tonight when I'm brushing my teeth, I'll know it was a part of my pozzing!” Through the din from upstairs, directly above where we are, the sounds of a party filter through. I hear a woman, maybe Caleb’s mother ask “Where is he” and “is it set up yet?” Little does she know her 20 year old son last night succumbed to my viral fuck and that my strain was already at work on her son’s young body. I am super horned up now hearing sounds of “normal life” upstairs, a few feet over us really, just a thin wall on top of this crawlspace separating Caleb’s home life up til now from his future as a member of the exclusive poz club, proudly sporting my infection and ready to propel the strain forward – the depravity of it throbs my cock in my jeans and I resume my task: I kneel down in the dark cramped space and inspect the hole and my handiwork from yesterday. It was pink and open for my tongue which found its way inside….The boy moaned softly and after a minute or two,I went from my tongue in his hole to the kid’s own toothbrush alongside it, his capillaries reacting with a new spurt of red to indicate his prime pozzing potential. I pulled down my jeans and let loose my pierced, cockring-ed poz monster which was streaming with precum already…what Eric and Keith say is true: The more poz sex you have, the more you want. I spit on my cock and with the light from the phone as my guide, sent it right up the kid’s pink hole, picking up traces of bloody red as it invades his boycunt and finally settling in, balls deep, my toxic precum already working on poisoning him like it did yesterday, setting the stage for the delivery of the next HIV load sure to follow. “I kept dreaming all night how your strain was already working on me, Sir,” the kid whispers…”I had to have more!” I’m pozfucking the kid now slowly but deeply, his hole reflexively opening up to accommodate the fat invader, and throwing some poztalk into his ear as he’s bent over taking my fuck. “Yeah, boy, you couldn’t wait to get more of my virus up your cunt, could you?” “Take that fuck, faggot, pozzing you up into the brotherhood.” “You gonna convert for me, son? My viral load precum is already changing you…No turning back now, brother!” “Be sure to spread my gift once your fuck flu hits, baby boy.” “Marking you as a poz pig for life, kid.” “It ain’t never gonna be the same, boy, destroying you for life, you’re on your way, my poz son!” Finally all this talk gets too much for me and my venom erupts deep up the boy’s hole, there’s about 10 or 11 pulsations of fresh virus for his receptive and scratched-up cavity, already my load is infiltrating into him, hot on the heels of last nights pozfuck and ensuring a new member of the brotherhood and my getting one step closer to the sacred “X” to accompany my bio-tat, marking me as the poz predator I have become. After squeezing the last drops of my HIV into him, I pull out and he collapses in a heap, the scorpion shirt drenched in sweat from the intensity of my pozfuck and the dank humid crawlspace in which I have made him my poz progeny. “You OK, son?” I inquire. “I’m better than ever,” he says, tears streaming down his face, “I almost blacked out for a moment there, it was so good you sending me over the line like that. I will always carry your strain, Sir, I will spread it around like it deserves to be spread.” Collecting himself a bit, he connects a couple of fat TV cables poking through the other side of the wall. “We should be all connected now,” He’s talking about the TV equipment, but I know we are also now connected in deeper, more natural ways as well. “Thank you for the tech support, Sir,” I know we’ll have a positive outcome! I’m gonna go change out of this drenched shirt and I’ll be right back. Looking down at my hot poz tool which hasn’t receded at all, he asks: “I gotta go tell my Mom to get her off my back...Maybe I can suck this when I get back?I’m dying to taste some poz cum. Be right back” He douses his phone’s light, opens the tiny door to the crawlspace and a shaft of light shines through illuminating him as he leaves and closes the door. I hear him walking up the stairs right above my head, and that woman talking to him: “Is it set up? Your Dad wants to watch old home movies from his phone on the new TV” “All set up, Mom, just sent the tech support guy away. Gonna go change my clothes now,” I got a little…dirty,” he replies, his footsteps above me receding in the distance. His Mom calls out to him “I don't like that shirt with that...”bug” on it...change into something respectable for your grandma” I’m there alone for a few minutes, happy with myself, my pozzing tool still as ready as ever, when I hear more footsteps above, and the tiny door opens up again. I’m momentarily blinded by the light streaming in. The young kid moves quickly over to me, kneels down and swallows my cummy poz cock with one motion. He’s working on it like crazy when he turns around, lowers his shorts and backs himself up on my cock in one swoop. “Oh, I thought you wanted to taste the cum this time, boy, but you just can’t get enough, baby boy?” I purr, getting into the flow of fucking up into his hole again. It feels somehow a bit tighter than just a little while ago. “Yeah, my son, you want another fresh load of my gift? You're addicted to my toxic cock, you fucking slut faggot,” take that cock up your hole, boy.” “Yes, Daddy, fuck me please with it, breed my hole,” was his only whispered reply. In the shadowy light of this small space, I see his own cock helicoptering back and forth as he grips both walls to absorb my pounding, a long stream of precum dribbling down and shining in the few streams of light in this hidden space. That is new for me, I hadn't even paid notice to Caleb's cock before...the kid is packing some nice equipment which will make for some good pozzing in the future. Above us, I hear the same sounds of people talking and walking…I am getting close to delivering another load of fresh toxic babies into this kid’s guts…and it finally explodes with eight or nine shots of my strain up inside him. He adjusts himself a little bit, turns his head back to me, my poz weapon still buried to the hilt inside him, the last drops of virus transferring into him once again. In the dim light, my eyes struggle to see clearly but something is different: “I’m Callum, Caleb’s brother,” the kid says. He looks identical to the kid I just pozfucked. Holy fuck, I say to myself have I just pozfucked twins, right under their parents’ noses?! “Caleb told me what you were supplying, I knew I had to get some for myself.” I point to my poz biotat “OK, but you know what this means, son?” “Yeah, I know…I’ve been on PrEP up until i ran out three weeks ago so I might still be protected…at any rate, I don’t care, I needed some of that, at least gotta try to get the gift,” he says. “C’mon, the coast is clear now,” he says, “ Caleb is waiting on the side of the house away from the party.” Putting my pozzer back into my jeans, I emerge from the crawlspace and slip out the side door after Callum. Caleb is there and the twins stand side-by-side, grinning widely. “We have always shared everything,” Caleb tells me, “so why not share the strain as well?” I see now some slight variations in them: Caleb is a bit leaner, Callum works out more than his twin and you can see that in his broad shoulders, veiny arms and square jawline. Both of them are gorgeous specimens in their own way and I can’t hardly wait for official verification of my work here today: “I need you to text me the moment the fuck flu hits, boys, and a pic of the test. I gotta reputation to maintain. Now go forth and spread it. I hug and kiss both boys deeply, we three have a beautiful viral poz bond. Again, like with Caleb last night, I know I have just successfully infected Callum as well and as I disengage from the twins I have just pozzed, and walk along the side hedge to my car, I am beaming with pride. “Two closer…And twins this time, “ I text back to Keith and Eric, my fellow poz conspirators…Coming for that 1st “X” mark two at a time!

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter V: The Spring Break Pozzing: It's about two weeks later and Benny sends me his proof pozitive: A text with a screenshot from his lab test from his doctor showing my latest conquest with a VL of 1.1m “Way to go, Sir, I'm carrying your virus in me now, just like you said would happen!” “I'm so happy for you, Benny!! In addition to letting me infect you with my gift, there's 1 more thing you can do for me,” I texted back. “You can get me a ticket to KyleStyle's live event in Chicago in 3 weeks.” “Yes, I will be there as well, and I can make you my Plus One, or should that be + 1” “Perfect, I'll see you there.” I had not told Benny of my intention to poz his boss Kyle. It was my dirty little secret I shared only with my fellow poz predator gifters, Eric and Keith: “It's good to have goals, guys,” I began my text to them, “and here's my goal,” sending a pic from Kyle's Insta page. “Nice, stud!, get him good! Poz him up with your viral seeds!” Eric wrote. My gifter Keith whose strain I proudly carry and spread at will, texted “Fuck yes, man, make him yours and change his life with your mark!” I had my opportunity now, Benny and I would go to the live event together and he would take me to meet Kyle. He only thought I liked Kyle's page and wanted to attend for innocent reasons. He had no idea my aim was to infect, to spread my HIV into the strapping blond Minnesota farm boy....I was now a Poz Disrupter and I was determined to disrupt the Instagay. But until then, I had other pozzing pursuits: Caleb, the hot kid from Miami, who was all of 20 years old , said he would fly in for my seed. Did I doubt that?– yes, a bit, and then one day I get emailed a flight itinerary for 4 weeks hence. Caleb was kind enough to also include a pic of his drivers license with his flight info: “Here is my ID and my flight information so you know I'm serious. I am combining a spring trip to see relatives in L.A with this opportunity to take your strain, Sir!” I had been texting on and off with the 20-year old college student, Caleb, who is a junior at college in Florida, but who grew up in L.A. I was glad he sent me his ID before any message got too intense, just to verify he was eligible to receive my infectious gift, but mainly also to braggingly send it around to my fellow poz predators Keith and Eric: “Look at the sweet 20-year old hole I'm aiming to destruct, eat your hearts out, brothers! This one is all mine.” Virgin hole gonna take his first raw load ever and it's gonna be my bugged-up strain!” “Hell yes, brother,” Eric texted, “poz him up good before he knows what hit him!” “Mark him for life, stud, Keith texted back Caleb was eager as well and I was psyched up more than ever to bug up this little chaser's untouched hole. I say untouched cuz Caleb told me he was fucked only once before in his life, with a condom and he hated it, he wanted bare skin and he wanted my HIV. Yes, sir, I saw your pic with your biotat and I knew I wanted to follow in your footsteps,” he messaged me one night. “I can't find anyone detectable around here,” every top I talk to is on meds or wants to use a condom.” “Man on man sex needs to be raw to count in my book, kid” That's a virgin hole you've got as far as I'm concerned and I'm gonna fuck it good and inject my gift into it. You'll love the gift I've got for you, then you can regift it over and over!” was my text back to Caleb. “You're really detectable, Sir?” he asked To this, I sent him a copy of my latest lab results, the results that two weeks ago had puzzled Idealistic Young Gay Doctor at my last visit. I just shrugged as to why the meds hadn't taken effect yet and smiled over at Keith standing in the corner of the exam room. HVL inched up to 1.6 million, proven poz-potent now for Justin and Benny and no doubt Caleb would be the next entrant on my poz roster. “No meds here, son,” I texted him, “and you will be my son in pozhood if you let me bring you over the line, boy. I am high-viral now and ready and able to infect.” "You have my flight info, so you know I'm coming for it! A plan was forming in my mind...“I'll be happy to pick you up from the airport, son,” I offerred, “but if I do, I'd stop at my house and I can pozload you and then drive you over to your parents' house? Wouldn't you like to see Mom and Dad with my virus already invading your bloodstream?” “Fuck yes, sir,” I'll tell my Mom I'll get an Uber from the airport.” And so the plan was hatched for me to poz and corrupt his 20 year old virgin hole, untouched by raw cock and a man's seed. Despite my VL being high making me so fucking horny all the time, I managed to hold off on cumming for the previous 5 days before Caleb's flight arrived. I waited in the cell phone waiting area and finally at 3:15, my phone buzzed: “Landed, getting my bag now, see you soon, Sir!” I pulled up to the United pickup area and there he was just like the pic on his ID, young, thin, light brown hair and when he turned around to gather his bag, I noticed his nice round butt in his jeans. He had on a blue and yellow T-shirt from that big box electronics store. “I worked a late shift last night at B*** B**, I never changed outta my work shirt,” he said, climbing into the car. I greeted him with a deep kiss. Sparks tingled in my poz cock which had sprung to full mast upon my seeing the next victim for my strain. “No worries, kid, I'll have you out of your clothes soon enough,” I remarked, and with that we were on our way. While we drove, Caleb reached over and undid my button fly and pulled out my pierced pozzing stick. He held it in his hands while he talked. “That's the cock that will change your life, kid,” I bragged to him, as he played with it with his hand “Feel it, just think that soon it will explode my strain into your little virgin hole. That cock is your destiny, boy” You ready for some poz fun?” “Yes, Sir, so glad we can do this now! My folks actually ordered a big screen TV to be delivered today, and since I work at B*** B**, they expect me to mount it and install all the programs,” he complained, “ so my tomorrow will be busy with that, and then there are relatives coming over to see me. My brother is also coming home for his Spring Break, so I'm glad I get you now for some fun, I don't know that I'll be able to tomorrow.” With that, he leaned over and took my hard cock in his mouth right there on the 405 freeway. Trying to pay attention to my driving, I just said “We'll figure something out,” but already I was formulating an idea. But first, we arrive at my place and I send the kid into the shower to prepare for brushing/fucking/pozzing. Caleb came out of the shower and paused to let me inspect his merchandise...his butt was round and smooth, his chest had little wisps of light brown fuzz around his nipples but other than that he was almost hairless. “I was thinking I'd get my biotat right around here, he said, pointing to his left nipple..that is, if I do go poz,” “Oh with me, baby boy, you will get pozzed, I guarantee it,” I assured him. I could see in his eyes this maybe scared him a bit, so I led him over to the bed and we just held each other for a few minutes. In time, he started playing with my poz cock in his hands, tugging gently at the prince albert piercing. He reached down to suck up a trickle of my toxic pre-cum. “Is it gonna hurt, Sir?” he looked up and asked. “Honestly, the brush will hurt but you'll get used to it,” I cautioned. “Once I start fucking you, I will only pull out to do a quick mid-fuck brush, then I'll fuck you again and you'll get my seed. I do a brush-up afterwards to make sure it gets in there.” “I've got a 5-day load brewing up in my balls full of my poison for your hole, boy” Now is the time to tell me not to proceed,” I added, positioning myself behind him, raising him up on all fours. I plunge my tongue into his hole and the sweet smooth opening gives way to the invader. He is enjoying the rimming and like with all my pozzings, I like to taste the hole before I break the hole. “You like that man's tongue, on your hole, boy?” “Yes Sir” “OK, boy, brush time,” and I squeeze out some of my constant precum onto the brush and slowly get it inside Caleb. I'm met with a burst of bright red from his hole and I know the brush has found it's target and it doing it's task. The boy is squirming at this and I hold him down “Keep still,” I command, maneuvering the brush back and forth and side to side, rotating it inside his hole. My tongue maybe has a mind of it's own and I tongue his reddish hole again, a little of his blood lapped up by it. I tongue at his hole and the brush handle also up inside him. I pull out the brush, it's bristles bright red and with a “Here we go, boy”, I replace it with my oozing toxic venom pole – in one deep thrust it dives into the college boy who lets out a sharp yelp. “Relax, this is the fun part, boy” just take it now and feel every thrust is a thrust closer to your goal of getting real man seed up there ready to upgrade you to the brotherhood! That's it boy, accept my cock in your hole, feel it up there, ready to perform miracles on you!” I whisper in his hear some more poz talk. “You're getting an upgrade to poz status boy, my pre cum is already in you and working on your hole, feel what it means to get pozzed, baby boy!” I'm fucking into him with abandon now, Caleb is face down biting the pillow sending out a little yelp now and then. His hole feels glorious and I know I won't last long fucking up this virgin passage. I pull out quick to do a quick re-brush. 'Is it done?” he asks expectantly. “Oh no, baby boy, that's just intermission,” I tell him with the brush going back in scraping my toxic precum inside him into his bloodstream. But my cock is throbbing hard so I withdraw the brush and get my poz weapon back in there to finish my purpose here. “Now comes the gift, kid, a nice 5-day load of my HIV babies delivered fresh to your system!” – and after a few more thrusts, my cock is pulsating eight or nine shots of fresh virus into the kid. I know instinctively that I have just pozzed him, but of course I have plans for tomorrow at his parents' house. “He collapses onto me in a sweaty heap, I reach around a grab a Lucite plug and plug his oozing hole. “You keep that plug up there, boy, for maximum effect. Now get dressed and I'll drive you to your folks' house. His parents are out in Woodland Hills, a 45-minute ride in the best of circumstances. Along the way, I lay out for him my plan for tomorrow. “Those tech squad guys from B*** B** usually go in twos to an install right? “Yeah,” says Caleb, puzzled. I toss the kid a T-shirt from the back seat and tell him take off his work shirt and wear this new one instead. “I'll be wearing the B*** B** shirt tomorrow, so when you call me to help you install the TV, I'll have a reason to be there with you. “I'm gonna pozfuck you right under your parents' nose, baby boy.” “He gets out of the car, looks down at the T-shirt he just put on and sees the big rainbow scorpion on it. “How do I explain this,” quizzically pointing to the toxic symbol. “Tell 'em it's a school mascot or something,” I laugh,“now remember, keep that plug in there, and call me when it's time for some more mounting and installing tomorrow,” and drive off.

Love all your goals, guys. My main goal would be to poz up in 2023...i tried in 2022 but it didn't happen. Oh yeah, eat right, exercise more, drink less, save money all the usual stuff...but mainly to join the Class of 2☣️23!

He’s gonna get a nice status upgrade soon!

I was fucking the husband of a buddy of mine, with my pierced cock(2g at the time), when my buddy , who has a 0g PA suggested we double-fuck him. It was a fantastic fuck and I swear I could feel my buddy’s PA up against mine and even hear them clinking together in his hubby’s hole. Maybe I was wish casting it but it was amazing!

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER IV: SETTING A TRAP: BENNY, MARCUS and the INSTAGAY: I was so pumped up from Justin's successful pozzing, that same surge of electricity that I felt whenever I loaded him up with my toxins, coursed through me all over again. I was flying high, with a powerful feeling of invincibility. Pozzing hole was a fucking fantastic feeling! Justin had a bad fuck flu for several days during which he told me, despite his fever, he was so horned up he couldn't keep from jerking off at every opportunity. On the fifth day, he felt a little better, got out of bed due to sheer raging horniness and went to a glory hole where took 4 more loads of unknown toxicity and gave a couple of known toxic ones to some face-down “no-questions-asked” cumdumps. “Good boy, keep spreading our strain,” I texted to him, “make me some poz grandsons!” My strain would live on in Justin, it was a bond so natural and beautiful, made all the more special because he was my first conquest. I was so proud of him for overcoming his initial reluctance, which in the end made it more prized to me, that I was able to work over his mind to get his body ready for infecting. I heard from Eric that Justin got inked with a biotat not long after his test results, and of course they took the opportunity to recharge each other with their own viral loads. And Keith got into the act as well, setting Justin up with an appointment with Idealistic Young Gay Doctor and when Doctor wasn't looking, Justin and Keith exchanged bugs as well, Keith completing the circle of poz when his toxic load recharged his new poz grandson. As for me, now that I had a taste of it, one pozzing was never gonna be enough, and certainly not if I wanted to get into The Ten or approach Eric or Keith's numbers...Eric had since blown past 30 confirmed pozzings , earning his third X for his scorpion tat, and Keith told me he was currently at 14, with a few still pending the fuck flu. I had to make up time on those two. And luckily my proven pozzing potential unleashed a torrent of messages and emails. It was practically a full-time job sorting through the unserious ones but a few did emerge. One, in particular, got me really determined to help a chaser brother out. Benny was in his late fifties, and as I read his first message, it was clear that he was very different from Justin: “Hello Sir,” he began (the “Sir”is always a good sign 🙂 “congrats on pozzing that hot young guy. You ever want to poz someone not in such good shape or a little older? Or both? I've been trying to level-up to poz for years but it just hasn't happened. Not so many guys want to fuck a guy like me.” After a few coaxing messages from me, Benny enclosed a pic of his hairy hole and he was definitely older than my usual chaser candidates, and as was clear from his pic, had about 80 extra pounds on him. “My aim is to poz” I replied one night to him “I don't discriminate, and this is not a romantic or boyfriend situation,” so if you want it, I am psyched to give it to you.” Since I had had so many unserious requests, I started to compile some personal ground rules that I would abide by and I would expect my poz progeny to abide by as well. I went on to lay out my rules to Benny: “You exclusively take loads from me until you're poz or until you decide not to continue chasing.” It's important for me to know that I will be the one to get you there, and with my HVL, I will succeed.” “You let me brush up your hole before and after every fuck and I always fuck with my 0g P.A. “Whenever I fuck you, I will do so to completion, I will not pull out.” “After I poz you, you post a pic of the test on your twitter so others know I'm carrying potent seed. I will also post it on twitter and BZ to announce the arrival of a new poz son.” “If you agree to these rules, and you want me to poz you for real, write back and let me know” I hadn't heard from him for over two weeks and figured he wasn't serious or didn't want to abide by my rules for Pozzing Season, but then one day, late at night, an email arrived: “Sir, I agree to your terms, and will accept your toxic cum as you see fit to gift it to me. I don't know why I need to be poz, I just know I won't be happy until I am, and I really want you do be the one to do it.” I quickly set up the first Pozzing Session with Benny. He would've had to drive about 3 hours each way, so instead I suggested a discount hotel chain about halfway between our residences. As it happens, I had been to that place a few times in the last couple of months. On the agreed-upon day, I arrived at the motel first: “Welcome back, Sir,” greeted my favorite cute desk clerk, Marcus, “good to see you here again, still traveling a lot for work are we?” “Hi Marcus, yes, another work trip,” I lied. (Would he feel differently if he knew I used his hotel to infect chasers with my HIV strain)? “I have your preferred room, around the back of the hotel away from the freeway lights,” he helpfully informed me. Of course, I had already been here before meeting a couple of other chasers already on my roster, hoping they would turn up poz any day now...This budget hotel was a great assignation spot. And in the cute Marcus at the desk, I had identified a potential next target for my poz seed, not that he knew it yet. We had been chatting at the desk a couple of times, late at night, after I had brushed and bred a chaser or two, and Marcus told me a little about himself. He's putting himself through med school, his mother came from the Philippines and his dad was a Navy man. Marcus now lived near the motel with his sister and her husband and kids...all small talk designed to eventually get this kid into bed and get him pozzed. Anyway, Benny arrived at the designated time, well, I say “arrived,” but what I mean is that he pulled up to space infront of the door, and then I could see him just sitting in his car; after about 10 minutes, I texted him: “You ready?” “I'm ready, I was just getting up the courage. My pics weren't so current. I'm worried you won't be able to cum in a guy like me.” “Just get in here now. Don't you want this toxic upgrade? ,” I texted back. I wasn't worried, not every guy was Justin, a young and buff type or a little twink like Marcus, and I certainly wasn't, either....plenty of guys passed over my pics online or responded to my inquiries with a curt “no thanks.” But now my main currency and my not-so-secret weapon was my viral load; pozzing was my main goal and whether a guy looked like a model or not wasn't my priority. After a couple more minutes, he simply texted “OK,” and I heard the car door shut and he walked up and knocked. I answered as usual, naked and hard, my P.A glistening in the little shaft of light from the bathroom. “I've never done this before,” Benny told me. “Don't worry, I'll take you through it, but if you have any doubts, this is the time to tell me.” “I've waited a long time for this, I don't want to wait any longer,” he sighed. Behind his soft green eyes was a fearful expression. “C'mon over here,” I guided him to the bed, and quickly got him in prime pozzing position – on all fours with his hole ready to receive the brush. I opened a new toothbrush – every victim of my toxins gets their own brush. (I keep them and look at them sometimes.) “Now, first I'm going to use this,” I instructed, showing him the new toothbrush, it's hard bristles bright white and ready to scratch up his hole, “then I will take it out and replace it with this,” pointing to my pierced cock standing at attention. I held him closely from behind for a few minutes, just fingering his hole to get him to relax a bit. Next I worked my tongue down into his hole and instantly I felt his body unclench. A few minutes of rimming was just what he needed to relax a bit. “Here we go Benny,” I warned him the brush was next, “And I'm not gonna stop until you get my poz load.” “Do it!,” he begged, “poz my hole!” As usual, I was already pre-cumming, so I squeezed out a couple of drops onto my finger and brought it up to Benny's lips. “This seed is your destiny, taste the poz before I impregnate you with it, it's time now,” I directed. “Just one drop of my toxic precum can change your whole fucking life!” I squeezed out a couple more drops of my ever-flowing poz pre-cum onto the brush and into Benny's hole it went. His instant reflex was to come off it, but I tightened my arm around his chest so he couldn't get off it, and I pushed the brush in further, scraping the sides of his manhole to get it nice and scratched up “Your hole is mine now, pig.” After a couple of minutes, I looked down to ensure the brush had done it's intended job and then in went my hard poz weapon. I fucked him quickly and soon filled his hole with my poison load, there was about 8 shots of pure toxicity in all, and with each release of my pure virus into his brushed-up hole, raw electric power surged through me and into him. His hole had bled moderately from the brushing and my poz seed, once it was deposited into him to begin its job, mixed with his bright red blood for a pinkish mix of perfect pozzing potion. I plugged up his hole, and as we waited for my cock to rebound for Round 2, he held onto me close, deeply sighing with a mix of pain from the brush and astonishment that he made it happen. “I can't believe I really went through with it, do you think it will work?” “It may take a few times, but I'm a HVL unmedicated top with a great conversion rate, I said proudly, so yeah, I know it will work,” I said, smiling back at him. He was talking a bit about his life, how his long-term husband has been medicated and undetectable for years and wouldn't go off meds – Benny wants to be poz to match his husband. He works remotely for a production company that produces, among other things, the KyleStyle Insta page, run by Kyle Wilson, a strapping blond Midwestern gay who gardens, cooks, chops wood and decorates his Minnesota farmhouse. Kyle's following seems to consist solely of gay men and women, most of whom who are oblivious to his gayness, somehow his lack of wife and his adeptness at domestic abilities would make it apparent to them, but I guess not... As we talked, I imagined in my head that this Instagay was there taking my fuck, this got me going again and Benny leaned over and started sucking me; Benny's doing a great job on me with his mouth - he certainly knows how I was loving it, but since the game here is to fuck, breed, poz...and repeat, I turned Benny over again, took out the plug and sank my precumming tool into his wet hole once more. “Good fucking pigboy, Benny! You gonna get pozzed up for me, pig? Yeah you are. I'm pozzing you now, accept the fate, feel that toxic strain inside you, worming its way into your system. No turning back now, you fucking cumdump!” Soon enough a new batch of my fresh HIV babies was flooding into Benny's hole and I quickly replugged him, reminded him not to get bred by anyone else so I can take sole credit for his poz upgrade. He got dressed for his long drive, and as he was leaving, he turned and hugged me tightly, “Thank you, Sir, thank you for pozzing me,” and then he was out the door and on his drive home. I know it was only the 1 session, but I now felt certain my second conversion had just happened. One more rung to my first X to go beside my biohazard tattoo, one step closer to my branding as the poz predator I was becoming. I texted Eric and Keith: "Just got another one, guys!" ☣️ Elated, I fell asleep dreaming of Kyle, then Marcus, and then positioning their holes side-by-side and fucking both back and forth until they both get loaded up with my strain. This was a good day – two poz loads for Benny, my continuing long-range goal of taking the neg out of an unsuspecting Marcus, and now another new target emerged: “Minnesota nice” Instagay Kyle. I woke up from dreaming with a start and a envisioned it: Somehow, I didn't know how just yet – I was gonna poz Insta Kyle. Yeah, this was a good day.

I wish I could change the name of this thread - i hadn't intended to put "Chapter I" in it but then i did by mistake. Oh well, glad you all like it. I will add more chapters here soon!

That is my aim, sir, challenge accepted 😈

Jake’s about to get an upgrade into the brotherhood. Excellent story!

Chapter III: Taking the Gift I had been texting back and forth with Justin and his texts were alternating between amped up for some toxic loads and then a couple of hours later he would equivocate and say “maybe I’m not ready.” I knew what he was going through – it’s a big line to cross and commitment to make to dedicate yourself to chasing HIV. It had taken me several months of stop-and-start to fully commit, so I wasn’t depending on Justin right now to follow through. I was spending a lot of time on Poz-twitter groups and BZ announcing my new enhanced status. All of that elicited the usual dozens of chaser messages but would any of them follow through? I was beginning to think that as hard as it was to successfully chase, it might also be hard to successfully gift, with the non-serious, not-ready guys making up the bulk of my DMs and emails. Still, I held out hope for Justin. He saw my bio tat at Eric’s studio and was fascinated by it. He gave me his number right away and since then we’d been texting back and forth. He postponed the first gifting we had scheduled for the next week, and I wondered just how serious he was. Then there was a few days of radio silence, and I pondered whether he had reconsidered accepting toxic loads in his un-PrEPPED hole. Then, after 3 days of silence, came this: “Hey man, I’ve been asking myself if I really want this, and I can’t get it out of my head, even though I know I shouldn't want this...But I have to have your virus, I need your strain living inside me!” I texted back, “Yeah, it was the same for me when I started chasing, it insinuates the mind before it does your body. I'm excited to poz you up, brother, but no pressure... Just remember, we can do this or we can wait, it’s up to you.” Of course, I was determined to infect this guy, to make him my first. So I was trying to be supportive but still persuasive at the same time: “You know, I’m super toxic right now, so if you want me to gift you my strain, now’s the time.” Back came his text, not 20 seconds later: “I want it, man. I want you to poz me. Be my gifter into the brotherhood!” “Just so you know , if I fuck you, you’ll probably go poz, there’s no turning back.” “Yep, I’m ready for your strain. Let’s get it done!” This confirmation was all I needed from him and I quickly shot back a text telling him to prepare his hole, and to come over in 1 hour. I saw the three dots to indicate he was writing a response text…and then they went away…and then they appeared again and again went away. Finally, came the response I was hoping for: “See you in 1 hour. I’m so excited!” I set out my pozzing tools, namely a new toothbrush and some silicon lube. I had wanted to buy a “Cruel Condom,” but it was back-ordered, so that particular method would have to wait. I quickly showered and lay in bed waiting for the doorbell to chime. While I waited, I texted Keith a pic of Justin’s hot hole: “I got a this 20-something chaser on the way...a referral from Eric...can’t wait ‘til I get him good and pozzed up” “That’s great, man, your first victim! You gonna brush his hole ?” “Yep, got the toothbrush right here,” I texted, adding a pic of the brush and my hard poz cock. “This is what you did to me, brother! Your strain is gonna poz up this little chaser!” “Congrats, man, and it's *our* strain now! Get him good! Take that neg status away from him! I gotta go now, we got another chaser in to see the doc and he’s another of my prey so I think his results will be +” “LOL, between you and Eric, you guys are building an army!” You were my first “X,” stud, but there's gonna be more “Xs” soon!” Just at the 1 hour mark, when I momentarily thought “maybe he’s not coming,” the doorbell rang. Bingo. My first prey to fall victim to my poz seed was here! I looked down at my hard cock and thought about how I was fulfilling my destiny to spread the bug and infect chasers. I was ready. Naked and with my pierced poz dick at full attention,I greeted Justin at the door, he was looking so hot in his T-shirt and shorts. He smiled a sheepish smile and came in, accepting the glass of wine I offered him. I moved him to the couch and stroked his sandy hair and ran my hands over his thighs. I could sense a slight tremble in him as looked down at my poz weapon and my biohazard tat. “You ready for this?” I queried, “pointing down to my rigid pierced cock,” We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He sipped his wine and looked up at me to say “Do you take the piercing out beforehand?” “No, I never remove the Prince Albert...it will help the process.” “Wow, it looks so big and hard...I haven't been fucked much in the last couple years.” Sensing hesitation from him, I looked to get this going before he had any more doubts, “C'mon upstairs, I'll be gentle at first.” “I’m ready, please poz me, Sir, it's all I can think about,” he said, knocking back the rest of his wine in one gulp. “OK, just so you know, even though I am pretty toxic right now, it will help the process if I use one of these,” I said, pulling out the toothbrush I had next to me. “OK...did you get brushed as well?” “Yeah, my pozzer Keith brushed me before and after every fuck. It helps with the transmission. It’s uncomfortable and we don’t have to do it if you don’t like it, but it will help. “Then you should do it to me also. Since I saw you in the tattoo studio, saw your ink, I feel like we have a kind of bond that I want to solidify. I know you’re gonna poz lots of guys, but knowing I’ll be your first conquest and that really gets me going.” We made our way upstairs, me leading Justin by the hand…Still a slight tremble in his hand, but he has committed. I lay him on the bed, stripped off his shorts and shirt and placed him on all fours and spread his butt cheeks open. I wanted to get right down to business – firstly, so it would be too late for him to back out, and secondly, this wasn’t a romantic fuck, we weren’t there for that, only to get my virus into his hole, which was was pink and winking at me, and when I put my tongue to it, it tasted of soap and water. I brought the toothbrush up to his hole and let him know the next step: “Once I do this, there’s no turning back. I’m gonna brush your hole and then fuck you and cum in you with my toxic load. Once I’m in you, I won’t pull out.” I briefly flashed back to when my first gifter Eric, first brushed my hole – he put some bug-loaded precum from his hard cock on the bristles and scraped it inside my cunt, it was painful but I was so happy that even right then and there, I might be getting pozzed with his HIV seeds. “Do it to me, Sir,” Justin murmured quietly but resolutely, snapping me back to the present, “Fuck me! Poz me, please.” Slowly at first, the toothbrush went up into the pink passage and I started gently at first, moving it side to side, back and forth, in and out. He grimaced with its entry into his hole, but I reminded him this was necessary, to take a breath and work through it. There was no way I was gonna stop now. “It’s getting your hole ready to accept and absorb my toxic load,” to which he moaned more and began begged for my poz cock. So after a minute more of toothbrushing, and when I noticed a few bloody toothbrush bristles as I removed it, I lubed up my pierced poz tool and sent it straight into Justin’s hole. I teased it a bit at first, going in only halfway, pulling it out a bit I noticed that already my pre-cum beading up on my cockhead, already doing its job to infect him. After this, he would never be the same. With that and more determined than ever to begin my Pozzing Career and get into The Ten, I plunged it deep inside him, not stopping until I was balls-deep inside his brushed up cunt. “Fuck me, please, Sir, with that poz toxic cock and bring me into the brotherhood, make me yours, fill me up with your DNA and change my life.” His hole was warm and sweet and it wasn’t going to take long for my first poz-to-neg transmission to take place. He was moaning and grimacing a bit, probably from the pain of the brush, but I was undeterred. I kept my pace, driving my cock deep into his hole, back out and back in, and with every thrust, kept telling him what he was receiving: “Already, pig, my toxic pre-cum is planting itself in you, pozzing you straight into the brotherhood. Fucking little pigboy that you are, begging for dirty poz cum in your hole. Yeah, I’m gonna poz you, slut. You want my high-viral unmedicated HIV, pig?” “Fuck yes, Sir, give me that poison!” was his response as he bit down on the pillow. “And then you take my strain and spread it around, like the good poz faggot you will be!” I was getting close. I withdrew a bit, mostly cuz I was so close to cumming but also I wanted to see the results of my handiwork with the toothbrush – there was a streak of bright red on the end of my cock, my translucent toxic pre-cum flowing from my cockhead stained pink. OK, it was now time to bring this boy fully into the brotherhood. I shoved it deeper into him, thrusting it in and out some more, my poison boiling up in my balls to infect this hole, and finally it burst through in six or seven shots of sweet warm liquid virus, meeting the abrasions in his hole from the brush and impregnating him with my seed. With every pump of poz spunk, a surge of electricity went through me into him as I screamed out ‘I’m pozzing you now!” After a minute or so, I pumped out the last few drops of my HIV into his hole, reached around his chest to hold him. It was then I could feel him softly crying – I pulled out of him and held him a bit, slowly stroking his hair. His cock had spontaneously erupted as well, and there was a puddle of his negative cum on his leg. I scooped some up and brought it to his lips and told him: “This may be your last neg load ever, boy,” I told him as I slipped a plug into his hole to better absorb my gift. He was overcome with the emotions of finally succumbing to this fantasy, of finally making it a reality. “I’m so happy, these are tears of joy. Thank you, Sir, I hope it works.” “Oh, it will work baby boy. But we have to fuck again in a few minutes and then every few days for the next month. Don’t take any loads from anyone else, so I know when you go poz, it was from me. That’s how I earn my way into The Ten. With that, I propped up his legs on pillows to get an assist from good old gravity. And every time you jerk off, think to yourself how this will either be your last neg load or your first poz one.” After about 30 minutes of just holding him, my cock was ready once more and I opened him up, removed the plug and fucked him again, this second load didn't take long to come forth and again he once again softly cried as I replugged his hole now that my second batch of poison cum seeped into his system. And that is how we did it every few days, after work or early in the mornings as our schedules permitted. It revolved around getting him pozzed up – it was our only goal for these few weeks. He got adept at taking the toothbrush and over the 4 weeks, I kept track of the load count that went up his hole. “Baby boy, you’ve gotten 15 toxic loads with the toothbrush from me,” I texted him one day. There was no answer from him for a couple of days. Then, one day while I was at a work meeting, a message came through on my phone: It was a pic of a home test. Two lines. POZ. “Sir, you did it, you pozzed me! I’m so happy and proud to be carrying your strain!” I had done it! I had pozzed my first and it was this beautiful young man who would now spread the new strain around! My cock sprang to life in the middle of the work meeting. I had to make up an excuse and left the room, eagerly texting Eric and Keith and sharing the test result pic with the good news on twitter: “Proud Papa: hopefully the first of many!” Instantly, I was deluged with congratulatory messages, pictures of “Happy Fathers Day” cards, and more DMs from chasers. With a successful pozzing under my belt, I was in more demand than ever. But that was only 1 out of the 10 successful hits I needed to earn my X and get me into The Ten. And of course, I was already on the way to more conversions. TO BE CONTINUED

thanks, there will be more posted soon....

thanks, brother! Yes, that's the plan 😈