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Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2024 21:24:48 +0000
From: beachbum5599 <beachbum5599@proton.me>
Subject: Helpful Dad - Part 1

Let no one say that I only write unwholesome stories ;)

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Chapter 1 - Charity Begins At Home

I decided that this was the year that my son Jayden would learn what
charity and kindness really meant. It wasn't something they taught him at
his high school. But at age 16, he had to learn to be a responsible adult,
so I had to take it upon myself.

I told him what my father told me, "Son, even if you aren't the smartest
knife in the drawer, you can be the kindest one. And sometimes that is
enough."

He nodded.

"To truly commit to being good," I added, "you cannot just make one
gesture, do one kind thing, or donate to a charity once. You have to live
the charitable life. Every day. Even when it inconveniences you."

He nodded again, taking it all in.

"So, I should do exactly as Mr. Miguel wants me to?" my son Jayden asked.

"Yes. And immediately too. Dawdling isn't being helpful. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, sir," he replied politely. "I'll go and wait in the guest room to see
if he needs anything."

"A good idea, son. His first day off the streets will likely be his
hardest. Best that you be by his side at all times today."

Jayden nodded a third time and headed up the stairs. In his full sleeve,
button down, white shirt and loose, full black pants, he almost looked like
mormon.

I smiled sagely. Bringing home Miguel, a homeless stranger from the
streets, was going to be Jayden and my charity project for this year. I was
eager to watch my son learn and grow from helping this stranger.

So when both Jayden and Miguel came downstairs a few minutes later, I was a
bit flabbergasted.

"Hmm..." I said, folding my arms. "Well... Hmm..." As I looked them all
over, my face getting red.

"Err, yeah," Miguel said in his deep voice. "So, you guys threw out my
flea-ridden stinky old clothes. I get that. But like, you didn't buy any
replacement for a 6' 4"​【1,9 m】 muscular man, did you?"

Ah, right. I knew I was forgetting something. I uncrossed my arms and
apologized.

"I'm so sorry, Miguel. The fault is entirely my own," I said, flustered,
and trying to look away from the thick 8"​【20 cm】 inch cock that hung between his
legs, and his bulging muscles everywhere.

"But son," I asked Jayden, "Why are you naked too?"

Jayden immediately put a hand over his own cock and turned sideways. His
smooth, thick butt stuck out towards Miguel.

"Ah, I'm sorry dad! I took off my clothes to offer them to Mr. Miguel. But
when he tried them on, they tore. And you told me to not leave his side
today."

He blushed, and I blushed too. This was all my fault. I wasn't being
helpful in the right way.

"Go ahead and put on some new clothes, son."

He ran upstairs. I went to Miguel.

"I'm so sorry, Miguel. Please accept my apologies. Both for not getting you
any spare clothes and for my son's nudity. I don't think anything worn by
either of us would fit you."

"Yeeeeaaah," Miguel said slowly, his eyes turning away with difficulty
towards me and away from the stairs that my son had just climbed. "No
apologies necessary, man. I got to trim my beard, take a shower, and just
enjoy being inside. It's a pretty good day to be me."

He looked back up the stairs. Then back at me.

"So, did you really tell your boy to help me out in any way I ask him to?
Like 'any way' any way?" He asked me with a smirk.

I nodded emphatically. "Yes! He has to learn that service is the best thing
he can do in this world. To help others. That's what will build his moral
fibre."

Miguel grinned even more broadly. He crossed his arms in front of his
barrel chest and stood up even straighter. I had to take a polite step back
to avoid getting hit by his now erect cock. The poor man was just so
grateful to be indoors.

"Alright then," he said, turning to the stairs. "In that case, I'll be back
in a bit."

He stomped up the stairs, and I turned away from his swinging cock out of
politeness.

I would have to do some shopping. Probably today. Oh, no, wait, the shops
were all closed today. Tomorrow then. Tomorrow evening after work.

I chastised myself for putting my guest in such an uncomfortable
position. To make up for it, I went to the kitchen, and started cooking him
up a hot meal.

I heard voices from the floor above as I cooked. They were having a nice
conversation it seemed. Though punctuated with a lot of silences.

About forty minutes later, as dinner was almost done, they both came
downstairs. My son wearing a blue full shirt and grey full pants. Miguel
... well, I guess we were lucky that his cock was soft. Even if it did
glisten at the tip.

As we sat down for dinner, Jayden gave a small burp.

"Jayden, did you snack before dinner," I scolded.

He blushed.

Miguel laughed and said, "It's okay, Simon. He doesn't have to feel
bad. It's just the- what's the phrase? Oh yes, it's the milk of human
kindness that he is full with."

"Ah, well," I said, unsure how to respond, "Charity and kindness can be
quite fulfilling. Let's eat then!"

The meal was an enjoyable one. All of us seemed to be in high spirits. This
is exactly why bringing even a stranger to your home for a meal is so
spiritually fulfilling.

Miguel even offered to wash up, but I told him that Jayden and I had it
covered. He should just go to the guest room and rest.

"Sure thing, Simon," Miguel said. "And hey, Jayden, if you could come by my
room once more before bed, I'd love to have your help again. With the same
issue." He winked and ran upstairs.

I beamed in pride.

"I'm so glad you are being helpful, son," I said, tousling his sandy blond
hair.

"Thanks, dad," Jayden said as we washed the dishes. "But, what if I'm not
being... entirely helpful?" He asked.

"What do you mean? You are helping Miguel out, yes?"

"Yes, definitely. But I guess I am only able to help him out just a
bit. Like, just the tip. But not all the way through, yet."

Ah, just the tip of the iceberg.

"Son, the tip is where you start. The tip is where we all start to
help. But with enough practice, you will learn to help all the way
through. The whole thing, if you will."

He looked reassured. He smiled at me, "Thanks dad! I'll try harder next
time. I'm eager to try going beyond the tip just right now, even." He
looked at me eagerly, biting his lower lip.

I laughed. Such an unbounded desire to help I had inculcated in my kid. "Go
on, then, son. I'll clean up the rest here. A good deed can't wait."

He blushed a little and ran upstairs. I heard another brief conversation
upstairs, and then mostly silence. I wondered how my son was helping out
our new guest.

---

As I got ready to go to bed, I knocked and opened the door to Jayden's
bedroom.

"How did it go with Miguel, son?"

He was in his pyjamas, tucked into the bed. He gave me a big grin.

"It was great, dad! I went much beyond the tip. A third of the way in
fact. And right after I helped him, he fell asleep. You were right! It
feels so good to be helpful."

I smile right back at him. He was adorable! Though his lips looked redder,
puffier, and wetter than usual. He must've forgotten to dry his face after
brushing his teeth.

"That's exactly right son. The more you help, the better you will
feel. Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, dad!" And then he let out another small burp and giggled.

I went to bed with a smile on my face. My kind actions were already paying
off.
