In sickness - A poz love story.

[evilqueerpig]

"I want it" will turn into "I need it"

[Guest]

WN: After a short Sunday break, I bring you episode 6. I don't have much to say other than thanks for the pozitive feedback 😉

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6.- Tabs

 

It’s been about five years since I met Brett. A lot of things have happened since then. I’m now 26, he’s now 32. We moved into a small home together, we got a car, a pet, we’ve fucked like rabbits and it never gets old. We’ve been in so many threesomes, orgies, sex parties; and we’ve only used a condom once since then (because the other guy who demanded them was really hot and we didn’t wanna ruin it). We've done every kink in the book: Lots of bondage, pet play, D/s, hours of foot worship, days of edging, long roleplays, sex in the shower, including the golden kind, a couple of fists, you name it. We’ve fought and made up and made out, and cried and laughed and cum and back again. But most importantly, months ago, Brett proposed to me. Of course I said yes. He is the love of my life, and to be married to him will be a dream come true. We’re going to have a very low key wedding in two months, both because we don’t care too much about the theatrics of it all, and because we’re not paying house-down-payment money for shitty vanilla cake with mediocre fondant work. 

But what we will splurge on will be the honeymoon. Four night stay in Italy, in a pretty expensive but worth it hotel. I would say that we’ll get to know Italy very well through that time, but let’s be honest: we’re gonna go sight seeing one night and then we’re gonna fuck like crazy in every single corner of the hotel room the other three.

However, we’re still planning some stuff to do, and by “we” I mean “I”. But I don’t care, I love that lazy fucker.

In the process of planning our honeymoon, I’ve moved back and forth between my laptop and the desktop we have in our living room that we share, since he doesn’t have a laptop of his own. And I was going to do just that yesterday.

I sat at the desk where the computer was placed, and opened the browser. I was going to look up places in Rome to visit other than the usual spots everyone goes to, but I see there’s stuff still open there. He left his account open, I thought. I was about to switch to mine but some tabs in the browser slightly caught my attention.

“Bug chasing and gi… | HIV meds holida… | poz porn - Goog… | is it illegal to inf… |“

Him and I are very open and trusting towards each other. We know each other’s phone’s passwords, we use each other’s clothes, we have virtually no secrets. And yet, without my knowledge, he was actively engaging in poz fetish.

I actually felt excited. I’ve been fantasizing with the idea of him maybe infecting me, which I found increasingly hot. I've been so scared to tall him I want this because I didn't know if he's be okay with it, but seeing that he is, it'll empower me to tell him. So I took the liberty to open those tabs and dig a bit deeper.

This is what actually pissed me off a bit.

I saw conversations I didn’t know about of him talking with strangers, saying that he wanted to knock them up and to become their poz daddy. That he wanted to fill them up with his toxic seed. And many other claims of the sort.

I wasn’t mad that he wanted to do that.

I was mad that he didn’t ask me if I wanted it first.

I left everything back where it was, switched to my account, did what I was going to do at first and waited for him to come home from work.

You see, we have a no clothes in the house rule when it’s just the two of us, unless it’s cold. (Side note: It was cold yesterday though, so I was not naked. Well, I just wore socks. That’s technically not naked.) And since I work from home now, I’m always ready when he arrives to immediately undress him and offer a blowjob.

This time, when he arrived, I didn’t. Which he could tell was a bad sign.

“Hey, bubby, you’re not going to undress me now?”

“Brett, I want to talk to you about something.”

“Oh shit, no ‘prince’ huh? It’s serious.”

“It’s not that serious, I just need to talk to you.”

“What is it about?”

“Well, here’s what happened. I got on the computer earlier this morning, and I saw your account was open. I was about to switch to mine but, well, I found you were logged in to sites about bug chasing and things of the sort.”

“SHIT! I forgot to close those. I’m an idiot.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I’m so sorry, Casey, I really should battle those fantasies of mine. I don’t want to put you in harms way, you know that, right? Please don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad because you have these fantasies.”

“Huh? Then… why are you mad?”

“Because you decided to explore them with someone else and not me.”

“What do you mean?”

I come closer to him, switching my mad look for my sultry, needy one.

“Prince, I’ve been fantasizing about this too for a while. The more years pass, the more I want to be more connected to you. I want all of you, Brett. Every part of you. And if that means you poz me then I want that too. I want you to infect me. Please?”

I could tell he started getting hard. Which is why I was shocked at his reaction.

“ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT, CASEY. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?” 

I suddenly got jumpscared by him screaming to me. I was shocked, but I was mostly confused.

“But prince, you know you want to do it. You have all the sites and the forums to talk about it. Why not me?”

“That’s just fantasy, Casey. I don’t want to poz anyone. I don’t want anyone to have this burden. Those are just ways to cope with it for me.”

I’m starting to get mad, because I’m good at catching bullshit, especially coming from my own fiancé.

“Ways to cope, Brett? You told me you were at peace with it after we started dating.”

“Well I lied.”

“No you didn’t, man. I know you well enough to know that.”

“Why do you want that anyways? What’s so hot about having to take pills for the rest of your life to maybe not look like you’re wasting away? Why would you want something like that? Why would you want HIV?”

“I don’t want HIV, I want your HIV!”

Brett stood speechless. He did not expect to hear that at all.

“I’d hate to get it from some rando in a bathhouse. It’s not worth it. But I want it from you. I wanna have your DNA in me, Brett. I wanna have a piece of you with me forever. Taking pills every day might not be glamorous, but it’s a daily reminder of how much I love you. The fuck flu might be horrible, but it’s a testimony of your influence over me. Brett, we’re getting married in two months. We have an emotional proof of our love and we’ll have a legal proof of our love then. But I want a biological proof as well. I want you to convert me the same way a woman wants to be pregnant with her firstborn. Because it’s an irreversible proof of her dedication to her husband, and my dedication to mine.”

Brett looked down at the shoes he still had on. His now mostly bald head faced me, and he couldn’t form a sentence. I come closer to him, my hand cupping his jaw and my fingers interlacing with his beard.

“Brett, I know you don’t do this to cope. I know you want to feel the power behind giving someone an incurable disease. And I know that you really, really, really agree with me on this. What do you say, my prince? Don’t you want to knock me up? Don’t you want to leave your mark on me forever? Don’t you want to make me yours in yet another way?”

"Casey, I don't know if I could do that to you. Do you even know what you're asking for? Do you know how horrible this could be for you?"

"Oh, please, Brett. We've done worse for less. We've already put ourselves at higher risks just because we're horny. We've done sex drugs just 'to try it out'. Are you telling me you were okay with driving down to that shady-ass hotel just to get sling fucked a year ago, but you're not okay with this? Are you telling me you were okay risking a car crash for some road head, but not this? You were okay with us risking literal addiction for a hot night, but you're not okay with me having to take a pill a day? Is that really worse to you?"

Brett stood quietly. I knew he fully agreed with me on this, and his hard cock pressing against the pants of his business suit made me sure of it.

"I know what I'm getting myself into, prince. I am 110% sure I want this. I want us to be like this together, and I know you want it too. What do you say, prince?"

He thought for a couple of seconds, then lifted his head to look at me.

“One condition.”

“You're saying yes?”

"One. Condition."

"What?"

He grabs my lower back with his strong hand and pulls me very close, so close I can feel his throbbing cock pulsate against me.

“I get to knock you up in a special day. I want you to remember your pozzing, since I didn’t get to. I also wanna record it for us to look back. If we’re going through with this, I want all the burden to be worth it.”

“Deal.”

[negchaserlooking]

Building nicely

[seattlebbbtm]

Good stuff

[evilqueerpig]

Better and better!

[Menbendovr]

This is really good.  Can’t wait for more of your story.

[Guest]

Writer’s note: first of all: FINALE DAY!
I did say I was posting these daily, so why did I take a whole week? The story still had about 3 more parts after episode 6, but I debated with myself integrating them all into one as they weren’t too consequential. I finally decided to do just that, so what you’ll read now is a small interlude, and then the finale. I loved writing this story so much and you bet I’m delivering with this final episode. Enjoy ❤️
 

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Interlude- Vows

 

The big night. Yes, night, Brett and I are night owls. Our friends and some family members are in the event salon where him and I are tying the knot.

We didn't do all the traditional things. We did see each other before getting here, we're not doing super expensive suits or dresses (though I did consider one day getting a dress and doing the thing in drag - now that I think about it, that's a kink we haven't done yet). And since we aren't religious, we were in full freedom to do that. We just wanted to have a day to remember and to party, now as husbands.

We did do a normal-ish ceremony though. We gave our own vows, and had an "ordained minister" (again, non religious wedding) read the usual.

"Do you, Casey, take Brett to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"

"I do."

"And do you, Brett, take Casey to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"

We winked at each other right when the minister said 'in sickness'. Brett is fully on board with our plans, and him, even if cryptically, acknowledging that to me in our wedding feels fantastic?

"I do."

"I now pronounce you, Brett and Casey Duyk, married."

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7.- Full circle (finale)

 

The day we agreed to convert me, we came up with a plan. Effective that day, we both got rid of our pills. I'd let my protections disappear and he'd let his viral load increase. For the first and last time ever, he'd use condoms to make sure I'm not pozzed before the special day. We'd also attempt to replace anal with oral as much as possible.

And the day? Last day of our honeymoon.

We took a flight to Rome the day after our wedding. We were both excited that the final proof of our love was just four days away.

We arrived at dusk, and got a cab to the hotel. A huge, luxury hotel, we checked into one of the biggest rooms they have. Very spacious and open, and with many cool things. It had a huge balcony with a great view of Rome, a King-sized bed that the hosts decorated with petals and stuff, a huge shower and a jacuzzi in the bathroom, huge tv and spacious couch, all of it.

"Wow, snack, we chose a great room."

"We, motherfucker? Who's we? Are we speaking french? Because this is Italy." I said in a jokingly angry tone.

Brett laughed, as he always does when I joke like that. "Shut up. We're married, so now everything we do we both get credit for it."

"You wish." I chuckled.

We explored the room, looked at all of the amenities and of course, looked for cool spots in the room to fuck on. That night, we fucked like animals on the floor. We almost forgot the condom, but hey, we gotta make sacrifices in the name of love.

The next day, we had a lot of activities planned, mostly sightseeing. It was fun, but we both knew it wasn’t what we needed.

And over the next couple of days, we spent our time alone in the hotel room, talking, drinking wine, cuddling, fucking, making out, swimming in the jacuzzi, or even watching TV, all in preparation for the big day.

And that big day is today.

We wake up, cuddle for a bit, and enjoy the company together. We decided to get room service and get a big feast of food for lunch, knowing we’d probably not eat again until tomorrow. And the best part, of course, came at night.

“Are you ready?” Brett asks me, pressing against me and making our dicks touch.

“I’ve never been more ready, prince.”

We take our camera, which is fully charged, and begin recording everything in the best quality possible, right at the centre of the left side of the bed, at about 110° vertically, so both of us are visible on the bed. We, symbolically, grab the two condoms we had remaining, open them, and break them so they’re useless. It’s a little wasteful but it’s meaningful. I can tell he’s nervous, while his hands are caressing my body I feel them shake, which had never happened before. It might just be excitement. We spent a good amount of time foreplaying, since we both love teasing each other. But finally, I got tired of it.

“I’m ready, prince. I’m so ready for your DNA to be in me.”

Without words, Brett flips me over, and I arch my back so my hole is at the same height as his dick. I want him to be fully comfortable.

A minute later.

 

Five minutes later.

 

 

Ten minutes later, and I still don’t feel anything in me. I turn around to see a nervous Brett trying his hardest to jerk off his dick, but he can’t get hard.

“What’s going on, prince?” I ask softly.

“I… I don’t think I can do this. I think my body knows it’s wrong I’m trying to poz you.”

“You’re just nervous, Brett. You know you want this as much as I do.”

“I do, really, but I can’t get it up. I feel like I’m ruining your life.”

“Did becoming poz ruin yours?”

“No, it got me great friends, great sex, a tribe to be part of, and an amazing husband, but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t know. It’s just not getting hard.”

I knew what I needed to do.

“Lie down face up, and stretch. Close your eyes, get as comfortable as you can, breathe deep, and only focus on the sensations on your body. Don’t try to reciprocate anything I do.”

Every time that I hooked up with someone and they were so nervous they couldn’t get it up, I used this trick to relax them. You see, nervousness comes from fear, and fear makes your body send blood to other places instead of your penis, since it believes you’ll need the extra circulation. So the trick is to make them feel as safe and protected as possible by treating them softly for a moment, so their subconscious stops feeling like there might be danger.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t think about anything, just focus.”

“Alright…?”

Once he closed his eyes, I went to town. I let him normalize his breath, and got on him and gave him small kisses and licks on his face and neck.

“What is this…?”

“Don’t think, just focus.”

I continue on his neck, simultaneously giving soft and slow caresses on his torso. I do the same on his chest, exploring every centimetre of it with my lips, almost as if I gave a kiss to every single one of the hairs on his chest. I move on to his abdomen, caressing his arms and hands. You get the point, I continue my tour through his arms, legs, feet and back to his chest, before culminating when I arrive to his balls and cock. I remain giving small, soft kisses throughout his ballsack and on his shaft, while cupping his balls and softly juggling them with my fingers. By this point, not only was he rock hard, but he was throbbing and leaking lots of toxic precum.

"See, prince? You just had to relax a bit." I whisper quietly on his ear.

"You're a wizard."

He was about to get up, but I pinned him down on the bed. "I'm not done here."

I start, slowly, licking up and down his shaft, paying good attention to his glans, and started raising the intensity. I suck on his balls, soaking them in my saliva, then back to his cock. After some minutes taking his cock deep in my mouth, it was fully covered in a mixture of my saliva and his precum, giving the oddly pleasant smell of penis scent and the sauvignon blanc we drank earlier.

"Do you still think you can't knock me up?"

Brett grabs my hair, looking at my face closely. "I don't think I can poz you. I think I need to poz you."

"Good answer."

We kiss more, with an unprecedented level of passion, as he moves us around the bed and readies me for missionary.

"I have one last thing to do, though." He tells me while getting off the bed.

"What is it?"

He opens the upper bag of his suitcase, and takes out a brand new toothbrush.

"I really want to make sure I infect you today. This will help. It might hurt at first, but it'll be so worth it."

"I've seen that on plenty of poz porn videos, I know it works."

I grab my legs from the back, revealing my hole to him. It is now puffy and slightly looser from years of fucking almost daily and a couple (hundred) fisting sessions, so the brush entered easily, but it still hurt like hell when he started thrusting it around the walls of my rectum to create all the microtears necessary. He's holding my hand through it all, though, and is over before I thought. The toothbrush came out bloody, but it wasn't anything to be worried about.

"I'll go slow so I don't hurt you, okay, cutie?"

"Okay." My breath starts getting faster in excitement.

He pushes his still wet and sloppy cock inside of my ass, slowly but steadily, holding my hand and giving me small kisses through the burn. I had never felt pain like this, but I still enjoy every second of it. Plus, it enhanced how much I felt his cock in me, so it wasn't too bad. He starts fucking me, and my pain slowly subsides. We are, if I remember correctly, in the exact same position we were the first time we had sex. It's beautiful how we've come full circle, from the day we started dating and I made him stop feeling bad about being positive, to today, fully married and about to get myself infected with the disease that connected us at the beginning. His pace and rhythm are just the same too. I believe we're occasionally falling in the same trance we fell into that day, just being consumed by our pleasure, hearing nothing but each other's moans of pleasure.

My mind isn't fully clear though. A small part of me is angry at myself. I can hear my subconscious screaming at me, telling me I'm an idiot for doing this, for wanting an incurable disease, for marrying a poz guy, for letting him infect me. Telling me that it's still not too late to kick him in the face and run for my life, and keep myself "clean". I don't have those thoughts consciously, and I've always hated how HIV+ people are called dirty, but clearly a small part of my monkey brain insists on having those thoughts. I hate it. But they are slowly becoming louder. And louder.  What if we get divorced and I'm stuck with this forever? Will I die alone, spending the rest of my savings on medication for a disease I stupidly asked for?

Have I made a mistake? Am I going to regret this?

"I love you so much, Casey. I can't wait to know I'll always be a part of you."

And just like that, his words were like a gunshot to the head of my subconscious thoughts. Just that sentence reminded me why I'm doing what I'm doing right now. I'm doing this because I want this disease. I want to be part of this tribe. I want to know what the love of my life feels every day. And most importantly, I'm doing this because I love him, and I always will.

"I'm so close, Casey."

I'm letting my nature come out today. For him.

"Please, Brett. I wanna be yours forever. I want to have you with me everywhere I go. I want to be poz with you, together. I want your deadly seed. I need it. I love you so much, Brett! Poz me, Brett! Fucking poz me! "

And with the loudest grunt he's made, and the loudest moan I've uttered, he ejaculated his load. I am now poz. I am now his.

We stay in the same position for a while, his body lying on me, my legs still stretched to the back, my head cradled in his sweaty neck, his belly covering my dick, and my feet crossed around his back. Our hands exploring any area of each other's bodies that is exposed. Our breath synchronized. Unlike our first time, he did not wait until his cock became soft. He pulls out, cock slightly covered in blood. He grabs a pillow and sets it underneath my ass to tilt it towards the inside, and quickly inserts a big buttplug we brought to make sure his seed does not leave my body and is able to spread and mutate in the best conditions possible.

"You're the best thing that has happened to me, Casey."

"Same to you, prince."

We lie down on the bed, me cuddled above his still sweaty chest, my head rocking with every inhale and exhale. My hand slowly fondling his body, coincidentally his scorpion tattoo. The other one just casually playing with his balls and now soft cock, just like we love to do when we cuddle and aren’t too horny. We don't need to say words, just our contact feels like saying 'I love you' a thousand times a second. After a moment though, Brett comes up with an idea.

"I have an idea of something cool we can do right now. It might be a little cheesy, but I'd love to do it if you want to."

"I'll do anything, prince. What is it?"

"Come with me."

He gets off the bed and I follow, making sure my plug is still inside me. I follow him into the bathroom and we stand in front of the toilet. I'm confused.

"Again, it might be cheesy, but hear me out. I know we don't like wasting cum, but I want you to jerk off here, and try to cum into the bowl. I want us to flush your last neg load. You know, to symbolize you'll only make charged loads since today."

I chuckled slightly. "Hahah, it is a bit cheesy, like a rite of passage in a way. But I love it. It sounds hot."

"Let's do it then."

I haven't jerked off in years since Brett always makes me cum in some way (if I want to cum, since I like to go weeks, sometimes months without so I can always be horny for him), but since I started young, it's like riding a bike - you never forget how to. After the amazing sex I just had, it wasn't too long until I came. I aim directly at the bowl and do not miss a drop. We both put our fingers on the lever, and while kissing and holding hands, we press it down. The last neg load I’ll ever make is now gone. It's official, I'm toxic now too. I'm toxic for him. I'm toxic because of him.

We walk back to the bed, and lie down to get ready to sleep.

"I love you so much, Casey."

"I love you a lot too, Brett."

While we hug for the last time tonight, I keep thinking about today. It's official. Apart from the wedding, today is the happiest day of my life. The day where I finally felt a full connection with someone else, something I never thought I'd have and didn't even know I needed. A connection that is emotional, psychological, physical and now even biological. And you bet I'll celebrate this day every year, but this isn't just another type anniversary to celebrate with my husband. It's the beginning of the life I really wanted. A life where I belong to a tribe of people that share a virus with me. A life that I can live without any sexual inhibitions. A life that I can dedicate to the Man I love the most. The man I've vowed to stay with and love forever, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer. In sickness.

 

"Happy pozzing day, Casey."

THE END.

Edited April 3, 2022 by xsodomyx
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[negchaserlooking]

Great little chapter.

[Cravetoxic22]

Great ending to a wonderful story! Your writing is beautiful, and I love details you add like symbolically breaking condoms and flushing down your last neg load.

[german-iceman]

Wonderful

[Guest]

Epilogue

 

Sometimes, when they seroconvert, people don't get the fuck flu.

Lucky them.

I woke up that morning with a slight fever and a headache, which paracetamol was able to mask for a while. When I told this to my husband he let out a loud "YAY!", that considering the circumstances, felt like a spear stabbing through my brain. We had our flight scheduled for that same day, so we sadly had to put on some clothes, and once we entered the plane I crashed instantly on my seat. When we arrived home, I was too sleepy to notice, but the virus had already done a whole number on me. The next couple of days were basically hell, and I could tell that those people on the internet that say they'd love to get fucked while they have the fuck flu have never had it. For the first time since I was like 9 I did not feel the slightest bit horny. Just the idea of sex made my whole body hurt.

Thankfully, though, I was able to recover quickly, and you could tell all that pent up sex drive was exploding. That day I even topped Brett for the first time (and maybe the last time, I'm definitely an exclusive bottom). And since then he's been recharging me over and over and over. We'll go back on the meds, but that's just a cumming soon for now. We're definitely not waiting for bad stuff to happen, but we want to stay off meds for just a bit longer and be all natural for a couple more years.

We also got a couple's tattoo, another scorpion, but this time the body of the scorpion is on the front of his left thigh and the tail is on the back of my left thigh, stinging me.

Other than that, everything's been amazing. Everything we do, sexual or not, just feels so much more magical. Our love is stronger than ever. We've met so many amazing friends that are also poz, many of them still off meds just like us. We've had so many amazing and fun times with all of them, and now basically all our friends are also positive. I've never felt this belonged to a tribe before, and I love it. Brett and I have lived amazing memories together thus far, and there's way more to cum.

Today it's my pozzing day anniversary, and we're throwing a sex party to celebrate. Only poz guys and bug chasers were invited, but only one chaser is coming. Of course I already had my "gift" last year, but my actual gift this year is to be the first one to breed the chaser, making sure that now *my* DNA is the one that seals the deal.

Oh, and the video from my pozzing night? We edited it to hide our faces, and uploaded it to a bareback porn site. It's doing amazing views, and the comments make me so happy. I've seen comments from "hot man, he pozzing me nxt" to people genuinely congratulating us for our marriage and congratulating me for converting, some even calling it 'goals' and saying they’re wanting a poz hubby so much.

Life is good right now. And with Brett, I'm sure it'll always be.

I've never been this happy.

Thank you, Brett.

*ding dong*

Oh, the party's about to begin. 😉

[Menbendovr]

Please do tell what happens at the party!  😈😉

[Medwaym]

Amazing story, thank you. I love the intimacy, bonding and connection of a beautiful love story

[breedingaddict]

I’m currently on PrEP and I’m dating a guy who’s been on meds for about 8 years. We just became boyfriends and I think I’m starting to fall in love with him. I hope with every fiber in my being that our lives together end up looking like this story. 

[PozTalkAuthor]

We push this story up, for our romantic chaser friend who wishes to read. 😘😘😘