The ABO Serum

Sex on a Stick

Gary woke up the next morning alone in the bed. Not unusual for a Sunday morning since it was his day to sleep in while Bob attended church. But this Sunday morning, Bob was sitting in a chair across the room watching him. "Everything okay?" Gary asked.

Bob took a deep breath and quickly explained, "I don't want to be having sex outside of marriage so let's go to the county clerk's office Monday and make this official."

A groggy Gary had to ask a clarifying question. "Are you asking me to marry you?"

"Yes. That's the thing." Bob answered. "It's better to marry than to burn."

"Wait, is that a scripture?" Gary felt like he wasn't really waking up today. This was too surreal.

"Yes. I'm a religious guy. You know this." His frustrated tone was hilarious to Gary. "But I do want more. I want everything with you and that's a pretty big concession for me, so I'm hoping you'll concede in this one thing and make an honest man out of me." Bob huffed and couldn't meet Gary's eyes out of nervousness.

It was too adorable. Gary climbed out of bed and walked over to where Bob sat. He knelt in front of him and took his face in his hands so he had to look in his eyes. "Bob Stacy, will you marry me?" He asked the question properly that Bob had been stumbling around.

"Yes! That!" Bob looked so relieved. "Monday, please? I don't think I can wait any longer." Gary laughed at him and pecked him on the lips.

"Alright. I'll keep myself away from you until then," he promised, but the way he stood and sauntered away was deliberately seductive. Burn baby burn, he thought to himself. It's your turn.

"You'd better get ready if you're going to church today," Gary tossed back over his shoulder as he went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Bob jumped up quickly and was on his way in time. It was much easier with a light heart. It had been so heavy when he woke up that he thought he might not make it today.

In the afternoon, he kept busy talking to a couple of the ladies about his house. They agreed to arrange everything, and he told them they could keep all the money from the estate sale for their missions project. He did ask them to look out for any personal items he might have missed like photos or valuable jewelry. He let them into the house, and they looked around together. They went to the jewelry first since he'd overlooked it completely the day before. He pulled out their wedding rings and a couple of valuable items he'd bought his wife for anniversaries. The rest was all costume stuff. The ladies were checking through drawers when one came out with a pair of tiny gold shoes. "This is interesting," she said.

"I need to keep those," Bob quickly answered. He'd forgotten them completely. They weren't his wife's. They were a gift from his mother right before his wedding, tiny gold baby shoes. Written on a slip of paper tucked inside was the verse, "How blessed on the mountain are the feet of them that bring good news."

His mother didn't know that his wife couldn't bear children. Mary told him privately before they were married in case that was a dealbreaker for him. He'd hid the gift from his wife and prayed, as he knew his mother did, that a miracle would happen to fill those shoes. It didn't, but maybe it still could.

It shouldn't. He shouldn't think about that. An old guy having a baby was even more ridiculous than an old guy fathering a baby. But he tucked the shoes in his bag with the jewelry anyway.

Bob knew he was horrible at talking, but it was time for a serious talk with Gary before they made their relationship official before God and man. He brought take-out home from Gary's favorite taco truck so neither would have to cook dinner and set it on the table next to his last bag of stuff from his old home. Gary was in the shower when he arrived, and he came out shirtless with pajama pants slung low on his hips in a way that sorely tested Bob's resolve to marry before sex.

"Come and eat," he called after gulping down his sudden overabundance of saliva. He put plates and forks on the table and started to open the food containers.

"What's this?" Gary asked, poking around the other bag. "Jewelry and...," he pulled out the baby shoes. Bob didn't have any babies.

"We haven't talked about that," Bob said, still putting food on plates as though nothing major was going on. "My mother gave me those, hoping. But she didn't know about my wife. I forgot them. But...I know it's insane, but you can get pregnant. I'm not saying I want to. Although I don't not want to. It's crazy for two old guys, right? But we have to decide and use birth control if we don't want to. I've never had to think about that before."

Holding the tiny shoes, Gary thought about both of their mothers and their lost hope. He didn't not want to either. In fact, he wanted to. For himself. For Bob. For his husband and Bob's wife. For all their mothers who hoped and gave up. Their family tree had been over-pruned and was due for some new growth. "One," he said.

Bob looked up from assembling their plates. "One?" He asked.

"I want to have one baby. We have time to raise one. You're retired so you can be a stay-at-home-dad. Is that okay? We'd have to have it right away." Gary placed the shoes carefully on a shelf next to the table, took his plate, and sat down.

Completely overcome, Bob dropped into his seat with a thunk. "One," he whispered.

They didn't make it to Monday. The thought of making a baby pushed Bob over the edge. He didn't know anything about gay sex, so he started with a blow job. He figured he knew what he liked so he ought to be able to do it. He swallowed Gary's cum reverently, knowing this act was a life changing commitment as much or more than any promises they could make with words. As soon as it entered his system he would begin to transition, hopefully into Gary's reciprocal alpha.

By the time he got to that point, Gary was squirming and begging for him to put his cock inside. Presumable into his anus, but Bob wasn't sure. Maybe he'd grown another hole. The only way to find out was to explore. He was surprised to discover that while the anus was indeed the only hole down there, it was soft, and a slick fluid was leaking from it. This must be an omega adaptation.

When he probed it with his fingers Gary groaned loudly with pleasure, and his fingers came out dripping wet. This was nothing like his one embarrassing attempt at anal sex with the missus. He played down there some more, enjoying the way it made Gary fall apart.

Gary was such a beautiful man. He'd never said it plainly, but he loved Bob. It was obvious to him. And Bob might never have said it plainly either, but he tried to show it in everything he did, and tonight in every touch as he watched carefully and found his lover's weak spots.

He waited until Gary's begging turned incoherent before finally giving in and slowly entering his hot hole like he was taking a virgin. It had been a long time for both of them, and they had both lived long enough to know that the first time ever wasn't as important as the first time with the person you plan to give the rest of your life to. He wanted this to be a precious memory.

When they climaxed together and both screamed "I love you," almost in harmony because they were both unable to contain it, that accomplished Bob's goal. They would never forget this night.

Gary went in to work the next day and Bob came with him to start the follow up treatments. That afternoon they went to the courthouse to officially wed. They didn't need a big ceremony or any fluff and acknowledgment. They had each other and that was a great deal more than either expected at this point in their lives.

Bob wasn't fully transitioned before Gary's next heat, but he produced sperm enough to do as they'd planned and fill those baby shoes right away. And he was far enough along to know that he was meant for Gary and Gary was meant for him. Far enough along as a developing alpha to leave a permanent bite mark on Gary's neck. Far enough along for them to get lost in each other for an entire week and shock all their friends and acquaintances by emerging with a more playful relationship than anyone imagined them capable of. More than the youngsters they'd just seen marry at the church two months ago.

They were experiencing a second youth following their second puberty and enjoying every minute of it because they were old enough to appreciate how precious every minute together was.