Randy was a handsome 15 yr old. With blue eyes and blonde hair he was, shall I say drop dead gorgeous. I was indeed proud of him. I had know him since he was 12. He'd been in a number of foster homes before mine. For a lot of reasons they didn't work out. It was last February that he came to me. He'd been in a group home situation where he was treated like _s_h_i_t_, especially when they learned he was gay. His coming out there was terrible. As the home was run by religious fundamentalists it was a very strick and regimented atmosphere. When they learned he was gay at first he was punished, then spanked, and finally, after (naturely) unsuccessfully trying to "reorient" him he ran away.
As I said I had known him since he was 12. We had met almost by accident. I was MC-ing a gig and he happened to be there. Actually he happened to sneak in. We chatted and that was that, or so I thought. Little did I know that he'd kept tabs on me over the last couple of years.
It was a chilly Tuesday evening in January. It usually is in New England in the winter time. I heard a noise outside near my car. As it had been vandalized only a couple of weeks ago I was not about to let it happen again. I picked up the baseball bat I kept in the kitchen and went out the front way and around the back in hopes of catching whomever it might be red-handed. As I approached I saw what looked like a boy of about 14. I quietly approached him, grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the ground. As I started to swing the bat I realized it was Randy!
"What ARE you doing HERE" I asked as I lowered the bat. He had almost crawled under the car to avoid being clubbed by the bat. He stood up and stepped towards me. "I had no place to stay. I knew you lived here and I figured I'd sleep in your car. I wasn't sure you'd remember me." I reached out and shook his hand. "Of course I remember you", I said. His hand was cold. "Look, it's too cold out here for me, and I'm sure you could use something hot to eat. Come on in." His eyes lit up when I said that.
Once inside I could see he'd been outside for awhile. He needed food and a bath. He told me how he'd kept tabs on where I was but was afraid to contact me especially when he realized he was gay. He thought all adults would be the same towards him as they'd been in the group home. When I told him I too was gay he beamed with joy. He had so many questions that he wanted answered that before I could finish answering one he'd ask another.It was then that I suggested he take a hot shower, and have some dinner as I was just taking the roast chicken out of the oven. I got him a robe and towel and showed him where the bathroom was.
He came from the shower all clean and neat. Wow, he WAS a handsome boy. We sat down to dinner and did he eat! He had two plate fulls of chicken, mashed potatoes, peas & corn, gravy and a big glass of milk. As we ate he told me all about the group home and why he ran away. He said "I just couldn't take it anymore. I'm not a freak. I am what I am. I didn't choose to be gay, I just am."
He'd been on the run about a week now, sleeping and eating wherever and whatever he could. One thing was certain, no matter what he would not go back to the group home. I told him that I agreed that it was not a good place but they needed to be informed that he was alright. I called them. The attitude I got was typical of that sort of environment. The on-duty councilor said when Randy took off they did inform the police but as his "lifestyle" was wrong they didn't want him back. She said they'd told his social worker the story and then she abruptly hung up! Well, at least they knew he was ok even if they didn't care. And I certainly couldn't be charged with harboring a minor. I'd done what was right.
Randy had gone in the living room to watch TV while I cleaned up the sink. When I went into the living room he was sound asleep on the couch. He looked peaceful. I got a blanket and covered him up, put a pillow under his head, turned off the TV and retired to my room.
When I got up in the morning Randy was still sleeping on the couch. I went to the kitchen to make coffee. Shortly after I ground the beans he came into the kitchen. "Boy did I sleep. I didn't know I was so tired" he said as he yawned. "Want some coffee or don't you drink it" I inquired. He smiled. It seems that they usually didn't allow the boys to drink coffee at the group home. "Well this isn't the group home. If you want coffee you can pour yourself a cup when it's brewed. I serve only one meal here. After that you can help yourself." He smiled. "Thanks".
I asked what he intended to do, and where he wanted to live. His answer shocked me. "I didn't know you were gay. I would never have figured it. But you always were nice to me even when I sneaked in to that show when I was 12. Man did I get spanked for that. I couldn't sit for almost a week. But it was worth it to meet you. You're the only adult that never treated me like _s_h_i_t_. If there's any way it could be done I'd like to live with you. Would you be a foster dad for me?"
Words escaped me.. I didn't know what to say or how to say it. "Randy, that's not as easy as it sounds. I've never had the responsibility for a child or teen before. I have no parenting ability. There are certainly many fine people your social worker can find for you as foster parents." He seemed crushed. It was obvious he was holding back tears. I reached over to touch his hand and he started to cry. I hugged him and he hugged me back real tight. Now what do I do. _d_a_m_n_ it this kid needs someone in his life to care about him. While I may feel I'm not the person for it I'm what he wants, and possibly I AM what and who he needs. "Randy, let's give it some thought for a while. Perhaps we can discuss it with your social worker and see what she thinks."
To say I was apprehensive about calling Margaret was an understatement. However she was most cordial on the phone and relieved to know Randy was OK. After discussing it with Randy, I invited her to come over for coffee She said 3pm was best. Thank God I had vacation time to use or I'd have had a problem. I called the office and said I wouldn't be in today.
Margaret was even more cordial in person than on the phone. She was aware of the situation at the group home but due to state funds being so short there was no place she could relocate him. She also said there were no foster homes available to take a 15 yr old mostly because he was gay. She surprised me that she knew. She then shocked me. She was a lesbian though her supervisor didn't know it. She was in fear of her job. When I told her I was gay she said, "I know that. It takes one to know one!" Randy then jumped in and said flat out, "Could Ron be my foster parent?". Without a moments hesitation she looked at Randy, then at me and said, "How do you feel about this boy?" I told her of my apprehension, lack of experience etc She interrupted me. "You didn't answer me. How do you feel about Randy" I looked at Randy, smiled and said, "I like him like a son". "That settles it then" she said. "I leave him in your care for the time being. I'll be back in a few days with forms and all sorts of other paperwork you need to fill out." With that she left.
As I had a small spare room I suggested to Randy that we clean it out and it could be his bedroom. It took about 20 minutes to get it squared away. It wasn't the Ritz but it was more than adequate for now.
I felt it was time to have a heart to heart with Randy. If I was to be a "parent" to him I needed to establish some ground rules now. He would have to be registered in school. I found out he was in the 9th grade. He would have a 9 PM school night curfew, 10 on weekends, and later if he had someplace specific to go and provided it was preapproved. He felt that was OK. He was to complete all his homework and he was responsible for taking care of the trash and in general helping around the house.
Lastly I told him that there were 3 cardinal rules. No lieing, cheating or stealing. Without going into details I made it clear that violation of any of these would result in serious punishment. I felt certain that I'd never have to act on it. I didn't realize it then but he had no real reaction to this. He could have friends over, gay or straight but he was responsible for their actions in the house.
All went well for about 3 weeks. I filed out the paperwork for Margaret and enrolled Randy in school. As I worked nights `til around 7 pm I jokingly asked him who I should get for a babysitter for him. He said, "Don't worry about it. Mark and I have a great time after school". He had a boyfriend!
About 10am one morning I had a call from Randy's guidance councillor at school. Was Randy alright he asked me? I said, "Sure why, He went to school this morning." It was then that Mr. Stokes told me he hadn't been in school for the last 3 days!
What do I do now? Where can he be? He had led me to believe he was going to school. His not going was an outright lie! At that point I decided I'd go to work and deal with Randy tonight.
Randy rarely called me at work but for some unknown reason this particular Friday afternoon he called me about 4PM. To say I was livid with him was an understatement.
He had asked me earlier in the week if he could spend the weekend at Mark's house. I had previously said it was fine. I couldn't really get mad at him on the phone there so I simply told him he was in big trouble and I'd see him when I got home. I ended the conversation with "BE THERE" and hung up.
I left the office about 6pm. As it was Friday the boss usually let us get off early. I got home and Randy was there alone watching TV. I walked in and without saying a word, shut the TV off. I walked over to him, pulled a chair close to his and said, "I trusted you and you lied to me.". He looked at me innocently and said, "I haven't lied to you". "Really" I said "Where did you go this morning?" "School", he replied. I yelled at him "NO YOU DIDN'T". "Yes I did", he protested. He was starting to squirm in the chair. "And you haven't been there for the last THREE days have you. HAVE YOU!" I yelled at him. "No I haven't and how do you know" he boldly asked. "Because your guidance councillor Mr. Stokes called me this morning". Randy was speechless!
"Not only have you not been going to school, the one thing you were responsible to do, but you lied to me about it by not being honest with me. You `stole' the truth from me and you lied to me by deceit!" Randy was scared. He didn't know what to say or what I'd do.
I really didn't know what to do. "Go to your room NOW. Your weekend plans with Mark are canceled. You are grounded. No going out, no one in to see you, no phone or TV and you are in bed by 8pm. Lastly, I intend calling Margaret on Monday and see about you being relocated to another foster home where you can follow the rules. And I'm sure there's will be a lot more stringent than mine. I will call you for supper later but for now go to your room." I was being firm but I was also hurt. I'd come to love this kid. He was basicly a good boy. He just plain screwed up. Now what do I do My lack of parenting skills was evident. I decided that after dinner I'd call a few friends who had teens of their own for some advice. I fixed dinner but Randy refused to come out of his room and eat. I told him then to go to bed! He made no more noise all evening.
Other parent I spoke with gave me all sorts of suggestions. The most prominent was that I'd gone out on a limb for the boy and he'd _s_h_i_t_ in my face. I owed him nothing. I should jettison him and let the state place him into another group home. Perhaps then he'd realize just what he'd lost. Another said if he was his son he'd have beaten him to within an inch of his life. I told him as he'd been in an abusive situation before that I didn't want to do that.. Still I needed something to make him aware he'd been a bad boy.
The next morning, being Saturday, I decided I'd do my usual grocery shopping. I knocked on Randy's door and told him I was going shopping. I also told him he was not to turn on the TV or use the phone. As we didn't have call waiting, I told him I'd call to check on him and if the phone was busy he was in more trouble. With that I went out.
While shopping I didn't call him. I knew he wouldn't touch the phone. When I arrived home two hours later he was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. He immediately got up and helped me bring in the groceries. When everything was away, I poured myself a cup and sat down.
"Randy" I Said. "I've made a decision. I'm sorry but this whole situation is unacceptable. You not only skipped school, you lied about it when I confronted you, and you deceived me into believing you were going to school. As you know I called your social worker last evening. She is coming over on Monday. When she leaves you are going with her.." At that he started to cry. He put his head on the table and continued to cry. "Please don't kick me out. I know I screwed up real bad. I deserve to be punished. I'll do whatever I have to to stay here. Please I don't wanna leave." He half said it and cried it. "There's little I can do. This entire arrangement was done for your benefit. It's what you wanted."
"PPLEASEEEE" he pleaded. "Don't kick me out. What do I have to do to prove I'll never do it again. Just name it." I sat there for a minute and looked at him. How serious was he? I figured I'd give him a choice. I was sure he'd refuse it and that would be the end of it.
"Randy you are almost 16. I have treated you with the utmost respect. I'm therefore going to give you a choice of an additional punishment. You can take it or leave it. However, I guarantee if you leave it you are out of here on Monday." His eyes looked at me searching for what I would say next. "It is my intention to take your pants down, put you over my knee and spank you like a 5 yr old. Now the choice is yours. However, like I said, if you refuse I guarantee you are out of here Monday". After what he had been through at the group home a few years ago I was sure he would refuse.
"Can I please finish my coffee before you spank me?" he asked. I was dumbfounded tho I didn't tell him so. "Finish it" I said. He took a couple of small gulps, then chug-a-luged the rest. "You remember I was beaten when I was younger at the home?" I assured him I did and that this was not to be a beating but an old fashioned spanking. Also that he still had the option to decline. All he said was "I guess I'm ready for my spanking. Where shall we do it?" I suggested right there in the kitchen. He said he'd prefer it if I spanked him in my room.
We went into my room and I told him to strip to his underpants. Everything OFF! This he did. Standing there in his underpants he looked me in the eyes. I again asked him if he was aware of what I was about to do. He said he was. To this point I had really never seen Randy naked. Sure I saw him when he would get out of the shower as there were many times we had to share the bathroom but there had never been anything _s_e_x_ual between us. It was never my intention to do anything with him unless he initiated it and so far he hadn't. I put my index fingers into the waste-band of his underpants and slid them down to his ankles. He instinctively stepped out of them. His _c_o_c_k_ was semi hard. He was fairly well developed for 15 as his pubic hair was just up to his naval. His ball sac was tight. I reached over and stroked his _c_o_c_k_ a couple of times and watched it come to a full hard on. He moaned. I then released him and told him to get across my lap. He did so without hesitation.
What a beautiful ass! Now I knew what the term "spankable buns" meant. For a boy his age he had very little hair on his ass. I told Randy to spread his cheeks and raise his ass in the air. As he did I could see the neat little pubic hairs around his hole. With my left hand I reached around and gently grabbed his shaft. As I did so I looped my index finger around his balls.
One last time I wanted to give him an "out". "Are you aware that I am about to spank you, Randy?" "Yes" he said in a low voice. I then asked him to tell me again why he was about to be spanked. He raised his head, looked at me as best he could and said with almost a little boy voice, "'cause I lied to you and I wanna stay with you."
With that I raised my hand and brought it down firmly upon his 15 yr old ass. He jumped, and I almost lost my grip on his _c_o_c_k_ & balls. I gave him another spank. He moaned, but jumped less. As I gave him the third spank he put his hand up on his ass for protection. With that I gave his balls a little squeeze and said, "You move your hand away right now or I'll use the strap." He immediately moved his hand. I gave him another spank. He started to whimper. Another spank. "OWWWW". Another spank, another, another. Then he started to cry. I spanked him harder and more frequently. I continued to spank him for about 10 minutes. He was balling his eyes out, begging me to stop spanking him but I just kept on. No matter what happened later on this was a spanking he'd remember the rest of his life. I noticed that all thru this his _c_o_c_k_ was rock hard! I started to jerk his _c_o_c_k_ while I spanked him. His crying subsided a little and he seemed to moan a bit. Needless to say it didn't take long before my hand was all wet and sticky. The moaning reverted back to crying and he was balling harder than ever. I continued the spanking to be sure he'd learned his lesson. His ass was on fire!
When I finally stopped the spanking he just lay over my lap crying like a little boy. Gently I began rubbing his sore tender buns, occasionally giving them a gentle but firm spank. His _c_o_c_k_ was still semi hard between my legs. I finally made him sit up next to me on the bed. He'd pretty much stopped crying by now and was just occasionally whimpering. I hugged him. He was totally unashamed of being naked sitting there. He did sit very gingerly next to me..
When he had completely stopped crying I spoke first. "I'm sorry I had to punish you like that Randy but I told you if you broke any of the cardinal rules your punishment would be severe. Now it's over. Let's again try to treat you like a 15 year old." To my surprise, or was it delight he said, "Don't feel bad Ron. I deserved it." Then he asked me a question that really threw me. "I know you love me. And I love you. From now on can I call you dad, Please...?"
Randy did call me dad. The foster care arrangement became permanent. Oh and that night Randy decided he wanted to sleep in my bed with me. It would be the first of many.
There were other times I spanked my son, Randy. But that's for another time...
To Be Continued...