Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:41:21 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest That Was Love" - Chapter 15 - Beautiful Sunday @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ A disclaimer: This story is a fictional, with things that took place or would happen to Greyson and Harry. All other characters were made up, and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between teenage boys with adults, there may be sex, but for the most part, it's about their true love of each other. So if that offends you, please discontinue reading. In addition, if it is illegal for you to read such material in your country, you have been warned. I hope you're taking pleasure in it and that the story draws you in wanting more. If you have any suggestions or concerns, do not hesitate to email me at harryscotthayden@outlook.com Thoughts and suggestion are always welcome and may or may not be implemented. Concerns will be considered and addressed as much as possible. AND, if you enjoy the stories on www.nifty.org, please give a donation to help cover their expenses. While the site is currently free, donations only from loyal fans can help keep it that way. Any amount will help. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ "The Priest That Was Love" - Chapter 15 - Beautiful Sunday (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth) Harry What a day it had been and the night were unquestionably, fabulously sane. Throughout the whole of Saturday, I had the time of my life, spending my day with all the men whom I have loved. Nevertheless, the house was in a phase of chaotic, but it did conveying in the joyfulness, warmth, contentment and the sense of homeliness to it. My father was undeniably, the one that was most jubilant with the phantasmagorical locality. He portrayed a gratified tendency with his smiley, nevus facial revelation. It definitely showed to how much he was enjoying his time with everyone at the house. He did love every single one of us and had knowingly been like adopting all of them into the families. It was a bright Sunday morning with the sun shining it glorious ray through the gaps of the blinds over the window. When I finally woke up, I took a glance of everyone who was still sprawled and sleeping soundly across the bed. It was a beautiful and noteworthy sight to remember for everlasting memories. Every single available space was covered by the bodies of my best friends. For now, they are my life and my soul. We have bonded with time, even though we have different personalities, however, the love that we've shared would always be the bonding agent who's uniting us in our hearts. I've moved to wake them up, one after the other. Simultaneously, ushering them to go into the bathroom, to freshen up with a bath or shower. Subsequently, we needed to head down to the kitchen, for breakfast with father and Greyson. And after that, we would head over to the church, together, for the afternoon mass congregation. In unison; they were seen yawning and stretching their sore bodies, grumbling at the same time, as they were shaken and shoved by me with forced to wake them up, earlier than they usually do. I've no choice, as there were seven of us in the house, and it needed some major skilful coordination to give everyone's time to use the bathroom. As always, we went in two's and three's. There was no shyness among us boys as we usually get unclothed in the shower at school after practice or gym class. How I wish I could see Greyson uncovered? As one and all of us had freshened up, and decked with a fresh set of clothing, wholeheartedly supplied by me, we went down the stairs and trudged across the living room, in a pack, towards the kitchen for the morning meal. Along the way, we could undeniably smell the delectable aroma of food being cooked, emitting out from the kitchen. As we came within the kitchen area, we saw father and Greyson was already there. They immersed themselves with the preparation of scrambled eggs, bacon and sausages in the frying pan. The bread was lightly toasted with butter and blueberry jam on the side. There was also a pot of coffee, a jug of orange juice and a jug of cold fresh full cream milk for everyone who desires for choice. "Well, good morning boys." Father and Greyson greeted us as they saw us entering the kitchen. Chorally, we greeted them, "Good morning Mr. Hayden and same to you too, Greyson." We instantaneously took our places around the table. Right after we helped to set the table with forks, spoon, knives and glasses for the drinks. Everyone was enjoying their meals and was asking Greyson, father and me, if we had a change of dress clothing for them to wear to church. Unpredictably Greyson walked off to the living room and came back to the dining area with a change of Sunday church attire for everyone. All was flabbergasted as they saw Greyson was holding their very own clothing. Father had joined by Greyson's side and explained. "I had taken the liberty to call all of your parents yesterday night, as none of you did, to notify them that all of you are here for a sleeping over." He grasped a deep breath and continued, "Even so, I also had instigated your parents to bring in your church clothing this morning for you to change. Eventually, we can all go to church together." Father glances at all the smiling faces around the dinner table. "Thank you so much Mr. Hayden and you too, Greyson." Everyone vociferated in unanimity. "Wait a minute, what did Greyson had to do with this?" Father, pronounced angrily at the same time, he tried to hide the smile developing on his face. "Well Mr. Hayden, Greyson did help to bring our clothing to us." Donovan the geek, nonchalantly replied, "So he did entitle for the effort he shows us." By now, everyone was either laughing or chuckling at Donovan banters with father. Donovan blushed as he became the centre of attraction. After everyone finished eating with their breakfast, they once again helped to clean up the dining table, its area and the kitchen, in a short-period of time. It looked implacably spotless. The boys then went to the piled of clothing that was placed on top of a side cabinet by the wall and took off their own individually. Greyson and father were surprised with what the boys did next to them both. Without they had realized, the boy's actions had their teary eyes. One after the other, the boys had walked up to them and gave them a hug and kisses on their cheeks as a way of saying, thank you for everything. All of us went up to my room to change, and everyone was looking well-groomed and formal. They, furthermore, smelled as pleasantly invigorating as they emptied up, my bottle of Davidoff Coolwater body mist. I gave them a pouted face when they showed me the empty bottle. Discretely, Jayden came up to me and promised that he will get one for me for my forthcoming birthday. I smiled delightfully to him and gave him an impervious hug when I heard what he said. As ready as we were, Greyson and father called for us to hurry up as they were about to set off for church. We had decided that we were going to walk there together. Before that, father had set up a self-timer camera to take pictures of us with each other at the stairway, and it was going to be the best-looking picture of all. During church services, due to the heavy breakfast, the boys were not able to dress the ore throughout the sermon. Nearly every single one of them was yawning, and Jordan was even, caught dozing in his seat. All of them had decided to sit alongside each other with us, instead of with their own family and that really caught me by surprised. Not that it matters, but kind of not envisaging it. What`s keeping me awake was seeing Greyson's standing behind the podium, suited handsomely in his priestly robe looking like pleasing eye candy and proud. He was engrossed in spreading word of wisdom about love, acquiescence and consecration in Christianity and of the Lord teaching, to the whole congregations. His voice was melodically sound upon the ears, and everyone was seemed spellbound by it. Greyson was the only one that entraps my utmost attention throughout the ceremony. Father, on the other hand, was busy trying to keep the guys from dozing off. It was rather hilarious seeing father nudging the guy's one after the other. All ended posterior to the hymns being sung and prayers were emancipated. The parishes started to leave the church premises. The entire priest was standing around at the main entrance to the church, to convey their heartfelt gratitude to the masses for attending. As for the guys, they did go home with their families and had promised me that they will come by the house during the late afternoon to complete the conversation. We did manage to make some progress with a few promising ideas to be debated on later. Father informed to Greyson, that we would wait for him, on the pedestrian sidewalk. Father was taking me and Greyson, out for the midday meal. It would be at a not far away restaurant that served delicious Italian gourmet food. If you needed to know, its Jayden and Jordan's family owned. Greyson supplicated us to give him about half an hour for him to clear his things and will meet us at the restaurant. Greyson seemed surprised when he saw us still standing at the pedestrian walkway looking at him running out of the church front door. Without a doubt, he looked dashing and handsome in his pressed suit and tie. We continued to walk casually side by side along the pathway, to the Italian restaurant. It was not that far from the church ground. As we were sauntering, with me being in the middle, I got bumped by either Greyson or father on occasion. From a distance, the three of us mirrored to a pinball machine with me being the ball. Was it done on purpose by Greyson and father? It did not matter at all as I was thrilled to be with both. As we were kinds of feeling exhausted, we did not take too much time eating at the Italian restaurant. However, we did piquancy the food that was exquisite mouth-watering. It's authentic, original recipe and palatable. It gave us the feel that we were actually in an Italian restaurant in a rustic town of Pinnacle in Italy. The conversation among the three of us was fluent centred on our life and expectation and the youth program. "So guys, what progress have you made to the youth program?" Father queried as he took sips on the hot cup of Cappuccino. "Well, the guys had come up with a few good ideas, like having stores that sell products that have youth interest the most." Greyson was seen being passionate about the topic. "And we decided to invite youth from other towns to join us and to form a group of different ages for a game of the tele-match, while representing the individual district." This was the closes; I have ever seen Greyson talking with a twinkle in his eyes. He's definitely passionate and heartfelt to his commitment to the youth. Silently, I began to adore him for evermore. "Wow guys that will undoubtedly be a fun-filled day. It can be an inducement to get populated from the different municipality and precinct in coming together as an allied community at the same time as having fun." Father acknowledged to Greyson's brilliant ideas. I was impressed and spellbound with utmost admiration towards Greyson mesmerizing aura. "Nonetheless, how are we even going to manage a sponsorship? It unquestionably needs a great amount of money to organize for such a big event. The church is providing me with twenty thousand dollars to use. There were still invitation's pamphlets, to be created, printed and circulated to the town's people." Greyson paused as he took a deep breath and continued, "We also have to initiate extensive promotion to establishments to capture their interest in renting space around the venue to sell their wares." Greyson was looking rather sad as he was overwhelmed by the responsibilities that hang on him. It saddened me to see him that way as I was intensely looking at him. "Harry, Harry, are you with us son?" I was snapped from my day dreamed. Father and Greyson were looking at me grinning at them. I was actually goggling at them and was just immersing the pontificated that they were having. So, when my name was called unexpectedly, I jumped a bit from shocked. "Harry, are you alright son?" Father showed his concerned looked with a couple of frown lines developing on his forehead. "Did you say or asking something of me, father?" I smiled at him. "I did Harry. I wonder if the student body of your school could be rendered in helping Greyson with the organizing of the Youth Program." Father was waiting for an answer. I looked between Greyson and father a few times and nodded. "Greyson and I will have a talk with the Mr. Brodie the school principal about it tomorrow." "That will be great fathers. I think the student body would not mind helping with organizing and promoting the event to the town people. But father, how about the people from other towns?" I queried. "This event is going to be the best that ever happen in our town, if it becomes a success." I reiterated. "It is inevitable going to be that way Harry. You do not have to worry about that son. I will submit a proposal during the parent's meeting on Wednesday. I doubt that they will disagree to help the church to make the event a success." Father took another sip at his coffee. "As for the sponsorship, just let me worry about it." Greyson was attentively hearing me and father conversing on our thought as he was taking notes written on a piece of napkins. "Hayden, you have no idea to how grateful I feel right now. I am speechless to begin with. You, Harry and the boys had willingly been taking time to help with the program. Without all of your help, I am not sure if it could be a success. The people from this town have been very receptive of me to be their priest. I do hope, in the process of it all, lots of people from all ages, could be a unified community, despite their diversities of race and religion" Greyson drew close to tears, analytical the probabilities that it was going to be an attainment. His voice became chocked with emotions as his eye was developing tears. "It would be a contentment of mine to help you the best as I can. The minutest, Harry would not call me antiquated and immobile anymore." Father laughed at his own statement. "Since whenever did I ever call you old and immobile? You're making me to look like a bad person, in front of Greyson." I protested and pouted my lips. Father reached over to me and ruffled my hair hastily. He laughed off louder than all of us. Greyson was laughing along with him, and it made me smiled to see him not emotional anymore. There was a sense of relief and tranquillity shown on Greyson's face. We've ended our time in the restaurant with a full stomach and a hearty soul. All the time spent together, the three of us, was always magical, wonderful and fulfilment of pride and joy. Greyson became a big part of this family. And I did hope it would last forever and ever with me and him continuing our life together until we aged. You all knew what I meant right? In the eventide, the guys came to gather at the house. I relayed to them on what Greyson, father and me had articulated at the restaurant, while eating our lunch. The guys were ecstatic to fathom that things had commenced to move forward. They vow to drudge zealously hard to make all of it materialized. Throughout the late afternoon and night, they had come out with a rough delineation of activities on the impending day, and Greyson was tasked to draw up a proposition to be presented for the school, the student bodies, the parent's community and the church. I took a glanced at Greyson, whom was sitting beside me with a big smiled plastered across his face. I knew that he felt grateful with all the help he's gotten from all of us. He did not ask, but we've volunteered to do. We were so taken by his indefinably good nature. I silently made a vow to always be there, whenever Greyson needed me, be his pillar of strength, liken a woman behind the great man, the tower pillar of support and be a shoulder to cry on. Damn, all of these sensations and emotion I've got for him, does make me feel like a woman. Do I mind, not at all? I am obligated if I am ever going to be his. "Dear Lord, do bless us with all the courage and strength, in order for us to carry out these noble duties you have impounded upon us all. Bless our souls with love and gratitude for helping with the project and making it a success, Amen." @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ I have created a mailing list. If you would like to be added to it and to be informed of new submission, please contact me at harryscotthayden@outlook.com . Please let me know that you read it on nifty.org . @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@