Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2017 05:53:47 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest That Was Love" - Chapter 19 - Father Knows Best @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ A disclaimer: This story is a fictional story with things that happened or will 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. 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 19 - Father Knows Best (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth) Harry To say the least that I am a brazen, proud, flamboyant gay boy, was not at all the truth. I still uphold myself-dignity. I would not be flaunting my gayness to everyone. The majority of those in school, do know about my sexuality, and it's all thanks to a boy's name Jeremy Sheldon, whom I had dated for a few months, before I got to know the truth about why he did go steady with me. It was an episode that I dearly could not forget in my entire life. He destroyed me badly, emotionally and physically. He played me for a fool. He made me fell in love with him madly, giving myself to him sexually, where in the end; it was all a joke to him. I was just a dare that he had agreed to do, to win those one thousand dollars that his friend had upon him if he succeeded. Looking back, I am proud to say that I had managed to overcome the emotional turmoil that it had caused. I could be what I am today. I turned to being a bright student whom was academic prowess in all subjects, a football captain and a one fine looking handsome jock. Everyone in school thought that I was totally destroyed with everything that had happened. I did for a few weeks to come; I was crying and brooding all day long in my room. I even contemplated with lots of physical injuring actions to my own body. However, I was blessed with the fantastic four good friends and an amazing father, who continued effortlessly to help me gained back myself-respect. In school, the cat calls, crude remarks do exist every now and then. However, I could hold my head up high and carry on with my life. As conceited as I can be, being comfortable as a gay guy, I would not be hanging my dick out of my pants for everyone to see, touched, lick or suck. I still have my dignity as a human being, and that it had me feeling so proud of myself. I would never be involved in another relationship. It would most probably happen after I've graduated from high school. Nevertheless, all of that changed, ever since he came into my life. It's not that I am dating him, but the feeling of wanting to love and be desired developed within me in such a fast rate. I was not able to contain it any longer. The only setback to it all was what he was in the first place. I do not know if it was right to fall in love with him. Having him near to me always triggered that feeling of longings, and it had somehow affected me greatly. It was a week after that incident of me, daringly kissed him on his cheeks that night. It was a spur of the moment, and I did not think twice about kissing him. It was my spontaneity after I kissed my father Goodnight. It did immediately affect my loin area to respond to it getting harder to the fullest in short span of time, and I wanted to eventually just go back to my room and finished what I had started. I was disappointed to see all of my friends were already in a state of going to sleep on my bed in their semi nakedness. I immediately make my way to the attached bathroom in my room and took care of business. It was so pleasuring to just, hold your penis in your bare hand and stroking it gently to a comfortable rhythm with the person that you envisioned playing in your mind. The harder I think of him, the faster my hand was stroking my dick. The compulsion feeling of hard ejaculation was eminently nearing its final approached. My ball gotten tight, full of my man juice and my penis expanded slightly and was getting harder by mere seconds. It was arousing, and I could feel the rising sensation of my sperm rushing up from my ball sack to my penis head. I gave a whispering moaned, loud enough for only me to hear it. My free hand was caressing my upper body. I began to be tense up and bit my lips to prevent me from moaning out loud. My body shook a little, evidently reacting to the impending ejaculation. I bit my lower lips harder, sensing the pain it had caused and trusting my hip forward while releasing my sperm. It shot after shot of my semen to the tiled wall in front of me. It was about seven hard ejaculations, and I was breathless after the ordeal, and I leaned back my body to the wall, exhausted from the sexual satisfaction. I took a short shower while cleaned off the splattered semen on the tile wall. I make sure that it was totally off as I would not want the guys to see it in the morning. I came out from the bathroom, feeling fresh and relieved. The guys turned to look at me with a quizzical expression of their faces. I blushed as I guessed that they knew what I was doing in the bathroom. I realized that I took a long time in the bathroom and a short time showering. "What are all of you looking at?" I asked when I realized they were gazing on me. "What took you so long in the bathroom, and we only heard you taking a short shower." It was Jordan that was asking me. "It was nothing at all. I was just taking care of unfinished business." I smirk at every one of them while my face still showed the redness from me blushing. They gave me another hard looked before one by one they settled themselves on the king-size bed to sleep. They left me with just enough space to lie down. The lights were off and slowly they drifted off to sleep. It was not easy for me though, as I was grinning silly with the memories in the bathroom. I was still doubtful of a thing to happen between me and him, but there was no wrong in giving some hope in you. I fall asleep with a grinned, still plastered across my face. As I have said, it was one week after the kissing incident; I was at home all alone sitting in the living room sofa watching movies on Netflix. It was the day during the month where the boys were spending time with their own families. They would be doing things, what a normal family will do together. The father was at work, and Greyson was at the church. I felt a bit disheartened after I've got to know that father had told Greyson about my life story. I felt angry, frustrated and simply could not believe that father would say private thing to Greyson about me. As guilty as I can be, it was not his right to be telling Greyson anything. It had escalated to me had a confrontation with my father yesterday. "How could you do that father?" I was voicing with a tone a pitch higher than normal. I was staring hard at my father with many intensities and a frustrated face. "Why would not I be telling him, Harry? He deserves to know more than you think, Harry." Father spoke to me in a calmed voice. He knew if he retorted back to me, it would eventually destroy the relationship he had with his son. "If it is really a need for Greyson to know, I will voluntarily do it myself. It is my life and my shame, father." I could not control the vulnerable emotions that were building up in me, and eventually I cried standing in front of him. I felt so helpless; as I turned to being a little small boy in my father's eyes. I felt my body being tightly hugged by my father. He held me close to his body, with his right hand was rubbing my back. His left hand was at the back of my head, pulling me closer to him and rested, my head on his shoulder. "Oh Harry my son. I am sorry for doing a rash thing without thinking of how you will be affected and feelings." His voice was calm and soothing. I wrapped my hands around his waist and hold him, not wanting to let him go. "I just do not want you to get hurt again, Harry. You have gone through so much in your life already." He stopped to take a deep breath. "I have nearly lost you once, and I do not want to lose you again. You do fall in love with him, do not you?" "Father..." I tried to reply back to him, but he stopped me from continuing. "You do not have to say anything, Harry. It can be seen pretty obviously, by the way; you look at him, all that shy glances you gave him, every time he is around you." Father was pushing me away from him gently and looking straight at my face. He smiled at me and said, "I do not mind it at all, Harry. However, you do know who he is and what he does. I need him to know about you so that he will not be hurting you in any way he can. I also know that he has feelings for you too, but his work and commitment have made him to think twice of the percussion that could befall on him if he does pursue his inner feelings." I was flabbergasted with the information from the father. Did Greyson tell him about how he feels for me? I need an answer, and I need it now. "He did not tell me anything, Harry. As much as you liken him, I could also see the way he reacted whenever you are around him. And the kiss you gave him that night sealed everything that I had suspected of the both of you." Father kind of surprised me with his physic abilities, if he really has one. I stayed rooted to the ground, not sure of how to react to the things he was telling me. "Just be patience my son. It will be easy for the both of you. You have to give him time to see the light and true reasons to love you. Do not force on him, just to satisfy your needs. I might be wrong in the first place, and if he does not have the same feelings towards you, do not overreact and take it in a positive stride and move on." He said all this while he pulled me back to hold me closer to him. I reciprocated his action and kissed him on his cheeks and a gesture of thankfulness and for being an understanding father. "Father, I thank you so much for being there for me when I need you the most." I whispered it into his ears. I could feel the grin forming on his mouth, and I tighten my hold on him. "I will always be there for you whenever you need me my son. You are my precious boy no matter who you are going to be when you have grown up. The world is unpredictable as it changes drastically in a nick of time. You are wise and had a strong head on your shoulder. Use it wisely my son, Harry." He gently whispered all the word of wisdom back into my ears. "I love you father." I said to him. "I love you too my son." He replied. The sanity of it all somehow enlightens me to make a conclusion. Greyson needs to see that he was not alone in having feelings of love. As it was towards me as I did have feelings for him too. On the side, I will not perpetually try to force him to fall in love with me as much as I want it to happen. The mutual love will take its own course of time, if it is ever going to happen, and it's definitely worth the wait. I have nothing to lose in this epic revelation of Greyson and my journey of finding one another. The memories of the conversation with my father had me smiling gingerly to myself. It dawned on me that he had spoken the truth. He knows what is best for me, and I really appreciate his truthfulness and the trust he has in me. I snapped back to the reality when I heard the front door was being open with the rattling of the keys, jingling in the keyhole. 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