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Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2024 17:02:43 +0000
From: beachbum5599 <beachbum5599@proton.me>
Subject: Helpful Dad - Part 5

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Chapter 5 - Cummunion

We finished up our prayers and waited for communion. My wife was looking
around for familiar faces and she took our daughter with her a little
further back in the line. There weren't many other asian families in the
line, so of course my wife had to rush away to the only other one she could
see.

Meanwhile, my son Calvin found a buddy of his from school who was standing
right behind us with his own dad.

"Hey Jayden," Calvin said. "Been a while since we've seen you back at
church. I thought you guys maybe moved away or something."

The boy gave an apologetic smile and said, "No, nothing like that,
Calvin. My dad and I have just been using the past few Sundays to do some
charity at home."

Calvin's eyebrows rose. "Oh? Really? What kind of charity?"

"Helping the homeless. Giving them a place to stay, some hot food, and just
brightening up their mood in general," Jayden replied with an upbeat
attitude.

I cut in here and looked at his dad. "You guys brought a homeless man into
your home for charity? That's a lot more than anyone in this congregation
would ever do."

His dad looked uncomfortable as he shifted his weight from one foot to the
other. He opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated.

So Jayden spoke up for him, saying, "Yes, Dad is really brave and also
charitable. He's shown me what charity truly means, how much you can truly
give away, and how happy it can make other people. Right, dad?"

His dad just cleared his throat and said, "That's right, Jayden." And then
stared at his shoes.

He was such a humble man.

Calvin said, "I really want to help out at a homeless shelter, but my mom
says it's too dirty and there are probably fleas."

"No fleas in our house," laughed Jayden.

"I guess not, if they've cleaned themselves up." Calvin turned to look at
me and said, "Dad, maybe one day we could go to Jayden's place and help out
the helpless. Without going to the shelter. Mom should be okay with that,
right?"

I could see the holy spirit fill him up. He was such a good boy.

"That's a good loophole, son," I said warmly. "But only if Jayden and his
dad really need help. We wouldn't want to imply that they are doing a poor
job of hosting their new guest. Guest? Guests?"

"Guests," Jayden said. "And we could definitely use more people to help. In
fact, Calvin and I can help entertain our guests, while you and my dad can
make dinner."

I nodded enthusiastically. "We'd be really grateful for the opportunity to
help out real people in need. When would be a good time to come over?"

It looked like the dad wanted to say something but Jayden excitedly said,
"Why not today evening?"

I said, "Sure! Calvin has done all his homework, like the good boy that he
is. Let me talk to my wife. We can drop her and my daughter home and then
come over to your place. Where do you live?"

Jayden gave us the address.

---

When we parked outside their house, Calvin and I were both nervous. We
hadn't visited any white families before, and we didn't know what all the
customs were. It might have been rude to bring roasted duck, so we settled
for a bottle of red wine.

"So, what should I do, Dad? I mean, how do I actually 'help the helpless'?"
Calvin asked, clearly more nervous than me.

I took a deep breath, thought about it, and said, "I think you just follow
Jayden's lead. Whatever he does, you should too. Don't hesitate, don't
complain, just do God's will."

He nodded and repeated to that himself. Then he gave me the thumbs up of
"okay!".

We left the car and rang the doorbell.

Jayden's dad opened the door and invited us in, though there was a haunted
look on his face as he tried to smile.

"Come in, please, I'll take that," he said, taking the wine.

I looked around the living room seeing no signs of anyone else. "Where are
the others," I asked.

"Oh, they are upstairs. Hold on, let me let them know you've arrived," he
said. He went over to wall by the kitchen and pressed a green button. My
eyebrows knit in confusion about what the button was far.

But within a minute a light set of footsteps could be heard hurrying down
the stairs. Jayden's head and neck and bare shoulders (was he shirtless?)
stuck out from around landing and he said, "Calvin! Come on up! You are
just in time!"

Calvin muttered to himself, "no hesitation!", and ran up to join Jayden. As
they disappeared out of view, I heard Calvin say, "Jayden, why are you ...?
Is that a ... cage?"

I wondered if they had hamsters up there.

"Don't worry, Calvin, you'll have time to have fun too!" Jayden replied.

There was the sound of a door opening, a brief moment of loud music with
Spanish lyrics, and then the door closed.

"Alright!" I said to Jayden's dad, "Let's get cooking!"

---

Preparing the meal was more than a little awkward, and not the least
because I never asked him his name, and didn't want to call him Jayden's
dad. It felt too late to ask now.

After about half an hour, I messaged Calvin on the phone to ask how things
were going.

He sent back a reply saying, "I was not sure about it at first, but now I
see how everyone can be made happy with unrestricted charity."

"I'm glad to hear it. Give them my best regards too. Tell them I'm looking
forward to meet them during dinner." I texted back.

After a couple of minutes, I got a call from Calvin's number. When I picked
up the phone an unknown voice spoke up.

"Hello, is this Calvin's father?" he said in a latino accent.

"Yes. Who is this?" I asked, though I had a good guess.

"My name is Miguel. Calvin's father, we want to thank you for sending your
son to us to do charity. He is a really good boy and truly giving it his
all," Miguel said.

In the background I heard a distant gagging sound, followed by a man's
voice roughly saying, "Try again!" accompanied by a smack of some kind.

"Well, Calvin is here to do his very best," I replied, trying to figure out
what was going on in the background. "I hope he doesn't offend you in any
way. Please teach him how to do charity work correctly."

There was another smacking sound, followed by another distant gag.

"We are trying," Miguel replied. "It's just difficult to teach him all in
one day. Jayden took many, many days to learn completely. Perhaps you could
bring Calvin over on a regular basis until he learns too?"

I was a little offended at the insinuation that my asian son was a slow
learner when in school he was sharper than any non-asian kid.

"Don't worry, Calvin learns very quickly. If you just show him how, I'm
sure he'll learn everything tonight itself," I said.

Next to me, Jayden's dad sputtered, going red in the face. But I didn't
have time to coddle his feelings. It was just a fact that Calvin could do
everything better than his Jayden.

I heard Miguel say to someone else in the room, "His dad says to push him
hard and teach him everything in one night."

"Si," a voice responded with a laugh and there was another smack in the
background, a muffled cry, and more gagging and retching sounds. What the
heck was going on in that room??

"Okay, thank you Calvin's father. We will try," Miguel said in a dubious
voice and hung up.

I refused to talk to Jayden's dad about it.

---

It took us an hour and half to prepare a delicious chicken fried rice and
roasted veggies. At one point, I accidentally splashed his shirt with oil.

"No worries," he said, opening a nearby door and running down to the
basement. He came back up wearing a replacement. Odd place to keep spare
shirts, I thought, but then what did I know about white people?

When the food was done, I said to him, "Okay, now do we call them all down
for dinner?"

"It's better if I take it up to them. You and I can have our dinner here."

"Why?" I asked, confused.

He hesitated for a long time. "Just the custom at our house. Please wait
here."

He lifted up the large tray of food and carried it upstairs by himself.

I heard the door open. More music came out, but also I could hear
Calvin. He sounded like he was overcome with intense religious
fervor. "Lord give me strength! OH LAWD give me strength!" I could hear him
praying, and I thought I heard Jayden join his prayer.


The door closed again.

---

Jayden's dad and I ate in silence.

As we washed up the plates after dinner, I said, "So I'm not going to get
to meet them at all, am I?"

He gulped and said, "Not today, I think. They are all too involved in their
... worship. And it's best if we do not disturb them."

Weird white people rules, I thought to myself, but didn't push.

Three hours after we had arrived, I heard the door upstairs open once again
and saw Calvin walk down the stairs slowly. He had a look on his face of
religious awe. He was walking with an odd gait.

"It's done, dad," he whispered to me, his eyes focusing and unfocusing. Was
his hair freshly wet? Did I smell soap? "I have succeeded ... at the
charity." A beatific smile unfurled on his face. "I am a true servant of
the Lord now. Not just in words but also in action."

There was no sign of Jayden as his father showed us out. Calvin was so
tired, he couldn't even sit in the front seat, he requested to lay down in
the back.

I put the keys in the car and pulled out of the driveway.

Just as I was about to drive away, my eyes went up to the upstairs bedroom
window.

I saw Jayden bent over. A muscular latino man fucking him from behind while
a hairy bearded latino man with a big gut shoved his cock down the boy's
throat.

I drove off in shock.
