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Date: Thu, 30 Jan 2025 02:37:04 +0000
From: beachbum5599 <beachbum5599@proton.me>
Subject: Outraged Dad - Part 1

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Outraged Dad - Part 1 of 2.

I was still on the treadmill when my son Calvin came over, sweaty from his
own workout.

"Father, may I please go use the sauna?" he asked.

He didn't have to. At 16, I trusted him to navigate the gym by himself. But
he was a polite boy.

"You may. I'll join you in there when I'm done," I said, panting as I
increased the speed.

It wasn't easy being first generation Chinese immigrant in the gym. Back in
China, we didn't spend so much of our energy building pointless muscles. Or
at least, we hadn't back in my day. But I've heard things are changing back
home too.

Looking around at the men in the gym, I really wondered if any of them used
these big bulky muscles at all. What did a white man with a desk job need
with that kind of build? At least that black guy over there could actually
use it. Probably a mover, moving furniture around from house to house. Lots
of blacks in that business, I have seen. It's a shame we have to share a
gym with them though. I thought this was the good part of the
neighbourhood. I'm not racist. I just don't want any trouble for my family.

He looked back at me. I almost tripped over my treadmill. I turned it off,
wiped down the equipment, and then walked back to my locker.

I stretched by the bench, changed into my towel, then went to the sauna.

It was empty except for Calvin. He smiled at me. "Good work out, father?"

"Yes, son," I said, taking a seat across from him. I closed my eyes and
just enjoyed the stifling heat.

I heard the sauna door open, then close. The sound of someone settling in.

I opened my eyes. It was the black guy. Way too tall and muscular. Way too
close to Calvin. I frowned but closed my eyes again. Just had to ignore
him. Enjoy the heat. Ignore the conversation he was starting with
Calvin. Ignore that Calvin, being too polite, was replying back to that
thug.

Calvin giggled. My eyes blinked open.

His black - jet black - arm was around my boy's shoulder. He was whispering
something to Calvin, and Calvin was looking at the thug's towel covered
knee, giggling. His black fingers were delicately caressing Calvin's
shoulder-

I stood up. They both turned to look at me, Calvin looking guilty and the
man looking curious.

"Let's go, Calvin. Enough sauna time," I said sharply and grabbed the
handle of the exit door.

Calvin began to move, but the man's arm lowered down to his waist.

"I don't want you to go yet, honey suckle," he said, in a deep, chocolatey
voice.

Calvin giggled again. I hadn't heard him giggle in many years now. "I
should go with my dad," he mumbled.

"Nah," the man said calmly. "I'm not letting you go just because your
babysitter wants you to leave."

Calvin giggled again and put his hand on the man's pec and said, "Stop, you
know it's my dad." But he didn't make a move to leave.

Frustrated, I said, "Calvin, what are you doing? Is this any way for a good
boy to behave?"

Calvin opened his mouth, but the black man cut him off before he could
speak.

"This is," he said, "Exactly how a good boy behaves. You're a good boy,
aren't you, Calvin?" He asked, lifting the boy's chin with a large
finger. Calvin nodded shyly.

I started to say, "Well, sir, I disagree. This is totally- HEY!"

He had leaned in and kissed my boy on the lip!! Why the hell- excuse me,
why the heck wasn't Calvin pushing him away and clawing at him? Why was he
whimpering into the kiss?

I was just straight up pissed off at that point.

"Calvin Chan!" I commanded, "You come with your dad right now! Immediately!
And if you dawdle for even a second, your mother will hear of this!"

I opened the door of the sauna and walked out, marching to my locker.

I turned around. Calvin hadn't followed. My heart began sinking like a
stone. He'd come. No, for sure, he'd follow.

I changed into my regular clothes, but my fingers and toes were growing
colder each minute that Calvin wasn't coming.

"I swear, if he's still in that sauna," I muttered to myself angrily and
walked right back.

A big white man was ahead of me. He opened the door to the sauna and then
immediately closed it, retreating with a leery look. "Yikes," he said. As
he passed me, he added, "You don't wanna go in there. Some Chinese kid is-"
and then he stopped abruptly, blushing, as if he'd just noticed that I was
Chinese as well. He walked away pretty quickly after that, leaving me
shaking in anger.

Right. Just anger. Definitely nothing else.

I put a hand on the sauna's doorknob. My fingers were trembling from-
anger.

I pushed the door open a crack, enough to hear the sounds from inside.

"Are you sure?" Calvin asked.

"Oh yes. I trust you. Go ahead, son," the deep voice replied.

"But I've only-"

"I trust you."

"Okay. Mmmmhhhm. Mmmmmmhhmmm. Is that okay, Mr. Jamal?"

"It's perfect, baby boy. Keep going. As deep as you can."

"Okay. MMMmmmmm. MMMmmmmmgggggllllgggg-"

I swung the door open and exclaimed, "You- you pervert!"

The thug looked over at me like I was less than mosquito and then turned
back to focus on what was between his legs. Calvin, for his part, didn't
even turn to look at me! He just kept- doing what he was doing.

The man was whispering soft encouragement to my son. "That's it boy. Yes,
just like that. Good job avoiding the teeth, baby. Now just work that
tongue under the head lightly. Oh yes! So good! What a great kid you are!"
he reached down and patted my boy on his bare ass.

I rushed forward, almost tripping over the two towels that were now on the
floor. I grabbed Calvin's wrist, even though I had to reach between that
gangster's thighs. I tried to pull Calvin off, but he wouldn't budge. He
wouldn't even turn his eyes towards me! He was just moaning and working
away on the man's-

The black guy grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from Calvin's. "Can't do
nothin' 'bout it," he said to me with a chuckle, his eyes glazed over in
pleasure. "Your boy is cock-drunk now. Ain't nothin' gonna fix that."

"NO. No no no no no. I won't allow it!" I said. I moved to stand behind
Calvin. I grabbed him by the hips and started to pull him off of that awful
monster.

I didn't see the man's foot coming. And it didn't even hit my chest with
full force. But the power behind it left me flat on my ass. On the sauna
floor. In my regular clothes. Watching my son working a black guy's cock
with his mouth and hands.

"Please, Calvin," I pleaded. "Pleeeasse. Let's just go. You're not- you
don't want to do this. You're not like this. Pleassseee son!" My eyes
started to tear up.

There was a cough and sputter and then my son got off the man's
dick. Hallelujah! It was over. He turned to look at me and I could see that
there were tears in his eyes as well. Yes, I'd get angry with him
later. Maybe even sooner. But he was done sucking cock, sad about it, ready
to apologize, and ready to leave!

Instead, he turned back to the thug and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jamal. I
can't take it more than half way. I'm so sorry!" He held on to the man's
thigh and began to sob.

"Calvinnn-" I whined, but the man cut me off again.

"It's okay, son. It's okay. Daddy's got ya," he tenderly put his hand on my
son's face, then moved it under his shoulders and lifted him up. He kissed
my boy, full on the lips, and maybe even with some tongue. His hands moved
to Calvin's ass cheeks as he pulled him in closer to his body. He broke off
the kiss. "You really wanna swallow my man meat all the way, baby?" Calvin
nodded eagerly. "Alright, then let's get you in a proper position."

Without any effort, he stood up and picked my boy up like a bride in the
same motion. Calvin cried out in surprise and laughed. He kept looking up
at the black guy adoringly as he was laid on his back on one of the
benches, his head hanging over the edge near the man's erect cock.

I gulped. It was easily twice the length - and likely girth - of my
cock. How was this real?

Even Calvin's mouth hung open from shock. No, wait, it wasn't shock why his
mouth was open-

"MmmmmmnnnnnNNNGGGGLLLlllGGGGG!"

I got up and ran out of the sauna. I went to my locker, picked up my stuff,
and left the gym. I didn't stop until I reached my car in the parking lot.

I was panting.

What the fuck. What the fuck fuck fuck fuck! I punched the side of the
car. And then clutched my hand in pain for the next five minutes.

"Shit, shit, shit," I muttered under my breath.

A couple of white men exited the gym. As they passed by my car to get to
theirs, I overheard one say, "- have never even done that to my fiance. I
don't think she'd marry me if I did. That kind of a blowjob would-"

His buddy interrupted him, "Nah, bro, that wasn't a blowjob. That kid was
getting his throat cunted. Totally different. Got me hard too. I bet that
the-" I couldn't fully hear the rest of the sentence, but a couple of
racial slurs did make it over to me.

They both laughed as they got into their car.

I punched my hurting hand into the side of my car again. This time it left
a dent.

Five more minutes passed before Calvin emerged from the gym with his gym
bag. As he walked over towards me, avoiding eye contact, I saw the black
guy leave the gym as well and walk towards us as well.

"Calvin," I said, my anger frothing over as he got into earshot. "How dare
you embarrass me like that! You dare you shame yourself like that! When you
get home, I swear, I'll-"

"Umm, father," he said shyly, still looking at the ground. "I think
Mr. Jamal has other plans."

"What?" I said, suddenly deflating again. "Why does that matter? You are
going to get into the car right now and then we'll go home and we'll figure
out a suitable punishment for-"

"Nah, brother," that deep voice again. The thug approached us, putting a
hand on Calvin's waist, pulling him closer. "He's not your boy to punish
anymore." The hand moved lower, into the boy's waistband, and down his
rear. Calvin giggled and leaned into him. "He's going to be my bitch from
now," he said, dragging Calvin towards his car and guiding him into the
passenger seat.

"Calvin, come on! You can't be serious!" I said vainly, as the man got into
the driver's seat and started the engine. "You can't give up your academic
pursuits. What would your mom say? Calvin! This is ... not right..."

Calvin rolled down the window and mumbled, "Sorry, father. This is just
what Mr. Jamal wants." And he just shrugged, as if 16 years of parenting
didn't mean anything to him!

In the drivers seat, the man unzipped and pulled out his ebony python. "He
don't need a father no more now that he got himself a daddy. Right, boy?"
he asked, gently ruffling Calvin's hair with his hand. My son nodded
eagerly.

"See you around, bud," the man said with a wink. "And thanks for my new
toy," he added, hand still patting my son's head.

As they drove off, leaving me speechless, the last thing I saw was his hand
moving to the back of Calvin's head and pulling it down towards his crotch.