Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2017 02:16:52 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest That Was Loved" - Chapter 18 - Self-Mellowed (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ A disclaimer: This story is fictional story with things that happened or Greyson and will happen to 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. Also, if it is illegal for you to read such material in your country, you have been warned. I hope you're enjoying 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. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ "The Priest That Was Love" - Chapter 18 - Self-Mellowed (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth) Greyson After all that understanding about Harry is gay from Hayden, I was literally smiling broadly with exuberant happiness. As I lay across my bed that night, I was not able to sleep in a while. It got me to think through the possibilities of me going out with Harry. I am so engulfed with untainted love with the admiration towards Harry in general. I knew from the beginning that Harry might be gay, and with the truth be told by Hayden, I was cantabile hallelujah to the omnipotent. Do I have that chance to be with him and not to disregard that I am still a priest? Damn, I am in a quandary. On top of all this, I felt extremely angry with the guy, Jeremy. I felt morose for the things that Harry had gone through. His tumult vehemence and the hurting must have its toll on him. He did not deserve this at all. The world of straight versus gay was so outdated in a modern and advance society like today. Even so, there were still homophobic people out there who were keen in hurting and humiliating the homosexual society. But what can I do to stop all of this? I am just a priest who carried his own dilemmas on his shoulder. I was absolutely angry at Jeremy for hurting Harry. It was not his right at all for him to rouse Harry's emotion and feelings towards him, where in the end, he nullified Harry badly. Putting him into a pit of despaired. For Jeremy to declare of being straight and yet had the pleasure to have sex with a guy, was abysmal. They even had the guts to say that an ass has been just a hole, and anyone could get satisfaction using it. How could you ever be straight, when you have not felt disgusted at having sex with men? Yet, you felt pleasured and got aroused by the touched, kissed, caressed from another guy? Was it really a great achievement to get admiration from your pathetic clique of friends for something as shallow as this? That was utter bullshit. I wondered if Hayden, could see how tensed I had become, when he was narrating to me about Harry's predicament, I fidgeted and was seated restlessly on the sofa. It had affected me so much, and I felt like I wanted to go and took revenged to Jeremy for hurting Harry. But, who the fuck was Jeremy? Damn, I felt so helpless. How could anyone have the heart to hurt someone as precious as Harry? I was kind of surprised though, when Hayden called up to me and wanted to have a chat. A lot of things came rushing through my mind. Most of it was not positive. I contemplated if I had done something wrong, and all of that made me a bit tensed. Hayden did notice about me being tensed. He calmed me down instantly as he said he just wanted to catch up on things with me living with him and Harry. I breathe easily and sighed of relieved as we talked with each other. However, when he talked to me about how intimate Harry had been with me. I began to blush deep red from embarrassment. He was just pleased that Harry felt comfortable being close to me and had returned to his old bubbly, self-confidence, cheerful friendly and charismatic people. He was glad that Harry was in good hand of mine. There was a kind of double meaning to last sentence, and I smiled mentally. It was a comfortable conversation that Hayden and I shared. No seriousness, whatever, there was lots of laughter while we nibble on the cakes and sipping on the hot delicious chamomile tea. We were having so much fun and laughter; we did not even realize that Harry, and the boys had returned home from their night out. It was a total surprised for both of us to see them back early. "Show me what?" That was what Harry had said that got me, and Hayden startled. We were surprised, but I was joyful to see him standing in a manly posture in the living room. Even so, he was surrounded by the four horsemen. He looked like a knight in shining armour, a leader with his warrior standing by his side. There goes my periodical fantasy. I chuckled silently at the prospect of seeing them like in the characters from the movies "WARCRAFT." I got snapped from my day dreamed. I heard Hayden trying to interpret what he and I were talking about. I pleaded as I was looking at him, begging him not to do what he had intended. He desired to show Harry a picture of me blushing. It was the one that he secretly took it with his iPhone. By now, the boys comically rushed to the sofas to sit. They were pushing and pulling each other to get a seat. Harry noted that he had lost the battle. There were no more spaces for him on the long sofa. Nonchalantly, he walked towards me and plonked himself sitting by my side. It was rather squeezing for the both of us on the single sofa seat. Nevertheless, it seems that he was comfortable with me being beside him. I reciprocated by extending my right arm a crossed his shoulder and pulled him nearer to me. He unhesitatingly made an effort to shuffle closer to me, and our body was glued together. The warmth from his body emanated towards me, and I was melting into his body. It was hard for me to stop myself from smirking as I felt the closeness that we were sharing with each other. I felt wonderful and comfortable that I became to transfix with him being close to me. I was totally lost in the conversation that was going on. I awkwardly chortled when I heard the rest of the guys were laughing. It was without knowing what it was all about. As the time progressed, Hayden did ask them about why they were backing home so early than usual. It was a surprised for Hayden and me when we heard about the reasons. It seems like they were bored with their normal weekend routines of, clubbing, drinking and making a fool of themselves outside. So, Donovan had they decided to come back home and do a sleepover. "I hope you do not mind for me to suggest that Mr. Hayden as we felt safer being here than when we are outside." I saw the smile on Hayden's face when he heard what Donovan had said. He was beaming with pride and joy, and it obviously shows on his face. It was so matured of them to think and speak that way. Hayden did reply to him, somewhat like, "My home is your home, and I love to have you all to be here." The guys were brimming with joy when they heard Hayden replied with positively. But then they suddenly looked kind of scared when Harry reminded them of the thing they want to talk to Hayden about. It was serious as the boys were looking at each other and prompting for one another to speak. They were startled when Hayden suddenly spoke to them. He wanted to know what the boys had in mind. However, it was Jayden who came out to speak for them all. At that moment of time, I was comfortable sitting with Harry rather tightly on the sofa. Jayden had said something about the amount of time they had spent around the house, was more than they were in their own home. They were appreciative that Hayden was willing to embrace them with comparable love as of Harry. Hayden was a father figure to all of them more than their own father. Hayden was surprised, when the boys started to sniffle with emotion when Jayden said, "As you have said that you took us like your son, we wanted to do the same to you too. We've all decided to call you, father instead of Mr. Hayden." Hayden was downright overwhelmed with emotions as the tears of joy began to fall down from his eyes, streaking his handsome face. The beautiful scene being played in front of tugged on my heartstrings. Harry and I were both teary when we saw Hayden being swamped by his new-found sons. I became caution of my surroundings when I felt Harry's grabbed hold of my waist and was hugging me tightly, with his head on my chest while he was sniffling. I moved my hand around his body and was rubbing his back gently to soothe him. It kind of work, as he had stops crying. All this body hugging and closeness, somehow had me aroused, and I was getting a hard on in my pants. I became a bit panicky and wondered that the rest of them did not see it. Hayden had been safe the day, when he told the boys to go and got ready to bed for the night. However, they were told to call to their parents to inform them where there were going to be for the night. Once it was done, they went up to Hayden and gave him a kiss to his cheek and said, "Goodnight father." They then dutifully walked up to Harry's room. Harry had parted from me and went to his father and kissed him too. What surprised me the most, when he came up to me and held me in a bear hug. He then kissed me on my cheek and went up to his room like the rest of the boys. I was speechless, and I did not know how to react to the situation Harry had put me into. The next thing, I saw Hayden was walking up to me and tapped on my shoulder, to get me out of the trance, while smiling widely at me. I was embarrassingly blushing so deeply and slowly make my way to my room to sleep instead. The Saturday morning, I woke up to an empty house. I remembered that Harry, and the boys had to leave early for football and swimming practice at school. As for Hayden, he had to work today for an urgent surgery that he needed to perform to his patient. There was a note plastered on the fridge stating everything that I needed to know. My breakfast was already set in the microwave, waiting to be heated up and eaten before I went to work at the church for the Saturday masses. There were also the weekend classes, and a confession booth duty to perform. I loved the craziness in the house, every time when the boys were here. Especially, their blaring banters on who's going to use the bathroom first, were so funny. They would all be shouting, banging against the bathroom door. Jayden and Issac loud voice supplemented to the tremulous atmosphere. Hayden voice added in the chaotic morning rushed hour when he was screaming at them to shut up. However, it was extremely quiet when I woke up that morning. I remembered instantly of the boys' schedule on the day. I missed the morning rush hour totally. When I was in the bathroom, I've taken a good looked in the mirror. Unconsciously, I began to grin widely. I vividly remember the kiss Harry planted in my cheeks. I raise my hand and touch the area to have a feel for it again. It felt warm, might be for the blushed, I have at the moment. The kiss was not I had expected, but I had anticipated and craving for it, ever since I had been made known of Harry's sexuality and interest. Nevertheless, I felt wrong and self-guilty to crave or even thinking of it. As of the moment, I had been contemplating, did I make the right choice in being a priest and to take a vow of celibacy. Even though I knew of my own self-interest and who I am really am. However, this priesthood brought me to this part of the town. It gave me the privileged of meeting Harry. Ever since the first day I was introduced to him and was holding his hand in a handshake, I could feel the vibe coming out from him. The aura surrounding him was too great to be unnoticed, and it was intriguing. As the hot water was caressing on my body, at the same time, it was calming me. I felt a stirring on my groin area. I looked down and could see how aroused I had become with the thought of Harry on my mind. I tried to avoid the urged from touching it. Nevertheless, it was unsuccessful as I began to grab hold of my engorged penis in my hand and slowly pump it in a long sensual stroked. The other of my free hand began to caress my body, chest and nipple, making it hard and sensitive. I was moaning softly under the shower. The intensity of the stroke vigorously speeds up as I felt my ball sacks swell with its content, and my penis had become larger and stiffer. I shivered from an impending sexual ejaculation. I am not able to contain it any longer. My body tremble and shake, as I felt the rising sensation in my penis as it climbed up to the head. With a last long stroke of my penis, I grabbed hold the base of my shaft and ejaculated heavily to the tiled walls in front of me. The ejaculation was pretty intense as seven glob of semen sprayed from my penis. I made a huge mess on the wall with my splattered semen. I became breathless and was taking a deep breath of air into my lung. It felt satisfied, pleasurable, afterglow of a good jerk off and yet in between of all the positive emotion. I felt guilty, sinful and ashamed in the eyes of GOD. I began to cry heavily with teardrops cascading down my face. I did, not sure why, as it feels necessary at the moment. It's an isolated emotion that I was having in the showers. It did not bother me as no one could see. I ended my time in the shower and dried of the droplet of water from my body. I sprayed off the semen that was on the wall and proceeded to my bedroom. I dreaded with every step I took as I walked into my bedroom to dress for work. I took a deep breath to calm myself from freaking out. I could feel that the day would not be as joyful. Nevertheless, I still needed to do my job for the church. Why am I giving this life if I was contemplating the course that had been set by GOD for me? Only GOD knows and I seek his guidance... Amen! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ I have created a mailing list. 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