Aged Out

Reader discretion is advised. This story contains content that may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and does not portray real events or real persons. All characters are 18 or older.

The silence of my bedroom was broken by the loud chiming of my phone. I rolled over in bed to look at the clock; It was 3:08 A.M.

"Hello"

A voice on the other end.

"Is this Dean Fisher?"

I rolled over.

"Yes. Who's this?"

"Doctor Martin, at City General. We have your son here. It seems he overdose on drugs. Could you please come to the hospital right away?"

I tossed my phone on the night stand and went to the bathroom. Since I was gay, never married, never had sex with any woman, how do I suddenly have a son?

I walked up the front desk, showed them badge and asked to see Doctor Martin. Doctor Martin was a short round man with glasses, balding and a stethoscope slung around his neck.

"You say you don't have a son, Detective Fisher?"

"I'd like to see my alleged son."

I stood next to the bed, staring down at him .

"His name is Reese Myers."

I saw my card on the stand next to the bed. Reese was a product of the foster care system, up until 3 months ago, when he turned 18 and aged out of the system.

“I’ve arrested him several times for petty crimes, but nothing serious.”

I looked at Dr. Martin.

"So, you want me to arrest him for drug use?”

Doctor Martin stared at me.

"I don’t think arresting him will cure the problem. He clearly has a problem. He has a connection with you. When he was brought in, he handed us your card and said you were his father.”

I nodded.

"I arrested him a month ago for stealing food. I gave my card and told him to call me if he needed food. He's not a hardened criminal. He just don't know how to deal with ."

Dr. Martin nodded.

"He must have a transference of feelings. Sees you as a father figure in you."

I rolled my eyes. "Are you a shrink too?"

He smiled.

"No, but my brother is. I noticed Reese is more feminine than the traditional male. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe he is homosexual."

He hung the chart back on the end of the bed.

"It'll be some time before he's awake and able to speak."

My phone chimed. It was an armed robbery downtown. Doctor Martin called later that afternoon. Reese was awake now, and he was out of critical danger. I went to the hospital after my shift ended. I stood at the end of bed.

"So, I'm your father now? That's the best you could come up with? Do I look that old?”

He starred at me through bright blue eyes.

"I can’t tell you the truth. You won’t ever speak to me again."

I pulled up a chair next to the bed.

"Trust me, I'm a detective. I can figure it out."

He took a drink of water and turned his head away.

"I love you, that's why. I've loved you from the first time you arrested me. You were sitting at your desk while you typed out my arrest report. I tried to imagine what it would be like. To have you hold me and kiss me.”

Reese was blessed with a natural attractiveness. He was slender and only 5' 4" tall. Dark brown hair, blue eyes and a nose that wrinkled when he smiled or laughed. The years of living in foster care had broken him. He was obviously in need of fixing, but not by me.

I grabbed his arm.

“Why the fuck didn’t you call me? Taking drugs? What the hell were you thinking?”

He smiled at me.

"You want to know what I was thinking? I was thinking about you. I suddenly realized I would never see you again and I was scared. I didn't want that to be my last memory you."

There was a sincerity in his eyes I had not seen before. Like when you can tell someone is telling the truth or lying just by looking in their eyes. I shook my head.

He took another drink of water.

"I'm sorry, but I feel better now, because I told you."

I held his hand.

"They're not going to let you out of here unless you have someplace to go. Is there someplace?"

"No, except back on the streets."

I shook my head, knowing this was going to be a big mistake on my part.

"I'll set it up, so they'll release you in my custody. You can stay with me until I decide what to do with you."

I saw a sparkle in his eye as he raised up in bed.

"You'd let me stay with you? Even after everything I did?”

"ONLY, if you promise me you won't take drugs again. I mean, NEVER again!”

He gave me a big grin.

"I promise, Detective Fisher."

I brought Reese home that Wednesday evening. I picked up a rotisserie chicken at the store and a box of macaroni and cheese for our dinner. I watched him eat as if it were his last meal. When he finished, he grabbed up all the dishes and began washing them in the sink. I felt I better lay down some rules.

"Listen. There's nothing going to happen between us. You have the spare bedroom and I have my bedroom. That's how it's gonna to stay. Understand me?"

He turned around and looked at me.

"I won’t ever do anything to make you mad. I promise."

Reese came to the living room, where I was watching television. He stopped to look at the pictures on the mantel.

"Wow! Is this a picture of you in the Army?"

"Yes. Afghanistan. That's me and my buddy."

"What kind of gun is that you have?"

“It’s an M4A1, with grenade launcher."

"You still see your Army buddy?"

I took the picture from his hand and put it back on the mantel.

"I came back home, he didn't. Leave it at that."

Reese quickly sat down on the sofa.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad."

I sat down next to him.

"I have to go to work tomorrow and you're going to stay here. You don't go out anywhere. You understand?"

"Yes sir. I understand."

"And, if you want to earn your keep. You can clean the apartment for me."

Reese was up before me. He made coffee and was frying eggs and bacon on the stove. He poured me coffee and placed it on the table.

"The bacon, eggs and toast will be read is just a minute."

I had always lived alone, so it was strange to have someone there in the apartment.

Reese put the food on the table and sat down across from me.

“I'll have this apartment so clean today, that you won't recognize it when you come home.”

I had the weekends off, unless an emergency came up. That first Saturday, Reese and I went shopping to stock the house up with food. It turned out he was an excellent cook. We also stopped at the mall and bought him some new clothes to wear.
That evening, I stepped out of the shower and Reese was standing there naked, holding a towel for me.

"What the hell are you doing in here while I'm taking a shower?"

"I brought you a towel. I was going to shower after you did."

I snatched the towel from him. I couldn't help but notice his naked body. It was almost void of any hair, even around his genitals. I also noticed his teenage cock was very hard. He quietly stepped into the shower as I left. I sat watching television, trying to get the image of Reese's hard cock out of my mind.

Reese walked in, wearing the robe I bought for him. His long hair was shiny under the light.

"I feel so good when I'm with you. Better than I've ever been. What did you think of the apartment?"

I nodded at him.

"Very neat, clean and tidy. I like it."

Another week passed, and I was getting use to Reese and his girlish ways. He was beginning to wear me down. I caught myself looking at him more than usual. I was sitting at the table as he cleaned the dishes away. Suddenly he leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

"You can slap me all you want for doing that. It’ll be worth it.”

I didn't slap him. Instead I stood up, held his head in my hands and kissed him back. I felt his body shiver when I did. He threw his arms around me and kissed me harder than I had ever been kissed.

His slender fingers undone my pants and pulled them down. He dropped down between my legs.

"I have dreamed of sucking you for so long."

He took my hard cock into his mouth and rubbed my balls with his fingers. We were both naked in the bedroom. He looked up at me.

"Handcuff me to the bed and fuck me hard. I am so in need of you right now."

I did what he asked, fucking him twice on the bed and once in the shower. Reese slept next to me that night, naked with his arms across my chest. I was awake, trying to convince myself this was the right thing to do. I had not been with an 18 year man since I was 18 and in high school.

I woke up the next morning with Reese licking my cock uncer the covers. I was amazed at how talented he was for his age. I had forgotten how marvelous it was to be with a real flesh and blood person. Reese popped his head out from under the covers.

"Detective Fisher. I'm so much in love with you."

I rolled over to look at him.
"You know this is so wrong. I could lose my job for this."

Reese kissed me on the lips.

"I've never been with a man so powerful as you. I'll do anything to stay with you. Anything."

I grabbed him, rolled him over and spanked his tight little butt just for fun. All that did was make him want me even more. I was enjoying these shower fucks in the morning.

Another week passed, and it was better than the last. Reese I made love every night. His sex drive was incapable of being satisfied. He loved the domination and he loved the bondage. I had to admit, I also was enjoying it. He was always naked when I came home, kneeling on the floor with his hands behind his head. With his 5" erection standing up tall.

Eventually, Reese began wearing female clothes and makeup. I was not all in favor of that at first, but he looked really attractive dressed up like that. I do have fun undressing him and playing with him.

It has been almost a year now. Reese is 19 still sexy as ever and I turned 38 this year. Watching him crawl naked on his hands and knees to me, still makes me hard as ever. His obsession with me seems to be stronger than ever now. Maybe I should keep him in a cage in the bedroom and only let him out when my needs are strong. However, I’m not sure there is anything I can do with her now.

END.

by BJJL

Email: [email protected]

by BJJL

Email: [email protected]