Date: Sat, 19 May 2018 06:22:08 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest That Was Love" - Twenty Four (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ A disclaimer: This story is fictional. Some of the things that happened or will take place to Greyson and Harry. Parts of the characters are fictional as well. All other characters were made up, and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between teenage boys, 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. Additionally, if it is illegal for you to read such material, 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 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: // www.donate.nifty.org /donate.html @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ "The Priest that Was Love" - Chapter Twenty Three (Nifty / Gay / Adult-Youth) Hayden What a day it has been. I had, at this moment completed my job and was just returning to my office for a well-deserved break. It was already 8. 00pm and my stomach were growling loudly from hunger, seeking attention to be filled with food. I chuckled with my predicament. It was a frenetic and eventful day. I was called in back to the hospital very early in the morning to do an emergency operation on one of my patience. His health condition suddenly depreciated in a startling rate, to a level of life and death. He needed to go for the bypass operation urgently, which will be supposedly schedule for next week. Nevertheless, I did manage to get it done in a nick of time, and in the end, I did save his life. It took me and my staff of surgeons and nurses over ten hours in the operating theatre. By the time it all ended, all of us were exhausted to our endmost breath. I was sitting rested on my chair in my office with my thought wandering away, thinking about Harry and Greyson. I was in disbelieved with what Harry did this afternoon, it was so out of his character. I wondered to what event that caused him wanting to make that disappearing act, for the whole day. It went about without him telling anyone, not even to Greyson. As I knew too how close that they had become, for Harry to make Greyson worried for him was out of his character. As a father, I may perhaps really see to how Harry was feeling towards Greyson. Do I need to feel worried, Of course I do, but I knew that Greyson was reaching out to Harry also? Other people might not understand or approved of what they had for one another. However, my utmost concern was for Harry, my son, is happy and felt love from Greyson. The only concerned I was in regard to Greyson's profession as a priest. If ever the congregation found out the real him, it might be a controversial situation. I took in a deep breath and was yawning away my exhaustion, giving in to my sleepiness. I slowly started to pack my thing on the table and into my work bag and made my way out of the office. I said my good-byes to those I knew as I was walking towards the exit door of the hospital and proceeded towards the staff car park. I felt relieved and relaxed as I was driving cruising while listening to the radio. It took me about half an hour to reach the house. As I was driving into the driveway the house, I could see through the window pane that the living room area was still luminously glowing with warm lights beaming from the lamp shade. I did assume that the boys were to be in there watching television. The time shown on the car dashboard was neared to ten o'clock. "How can they still be awake? Furthermore, tomorrow Harry would have school to go to and Greyson has his church duties to attend to. I went to park my car on the driveway. After I had gathered all my things from the back seat, I proceeded to make my way to the front door. Slowly, yet cautiously in inserted my house key into the keyhole and gently pushed the door opened, trying my best not to make any sound When I have entered the house, I scanned around the living room area. I was glad that nothing was amiss. The television was still on, showing an infomercial programmed. I turned to looking at the long sofa and was amazed with the lump of human bodies sitting on it. It was a tight squeezed, but they seemed to fit really well on the limited space available. Greyson was sitting upright at the right-hand corner of the sofa with his head rested on the sofa headboard. While Harry laid his head on Greyson laps, his body stretches across the full length of the sofa. Greyson had his right arm rested comfortably on Harry's chest, and Harry was coiling and cuddling his body to be as close as possible to Greyson. Greyson seemed gratified with the situation he was put in, as there was a hint of a smile formed on his mouth. I continued to make my way to my room. I had been wanting to take a well-deserved hot shower to drain away the strained and weariness of my body. I was pretty beaten up with exhaustion and yet; the hunger pang kept me from going to my bed to sleep. As I took a glanced of myself in the bathroom mirror, I was charmingly impressed and amazed at the way I look. On my mind, there this vision of Greyson and Harry sleeping together, had, in one way or another, triggered back to a certain memory to the time when I was in college. During that time, I was madly in love with someone who was so close and dear in my heart. Nevertheless, we had to keep our relationship a secret, as it was deemed inappropriate for us to be together back then. Everything that we did would be in of total secrecy and prevention of over posing of us. We were so happy and had cherished every single moment we spent time together. Every single glanced, smile, graced and touch to the skin would send shivers throughout our bodies. Each night when we go to sleep, it would become our moment of exploration of each other bodies. And the occasional love making was astoundingly passionate and pleasurable. We were a couple in adulations, and it was our right to show one another how much we loved each other. We submit to each other needs and desire in the comfort of our dormitory. I was jolted back to reality when I felt the impounding strained of my penis. It somehow had reacted to the wonderful memories that were on my mind. It was hard to ignore the rigid ness and length of my penis. It was beckoning me to touch, to hold and pleasure myself. Intentionally I grabbed hold of my throbbing penis and began to masturbate it in a sexual manner. On my mind, it played an erotic scene of the dormitories. In it, were two definite well-defined bodies entangle with one another without a single piece of cloth separating them. I was surprised to be in this state of mind while pleasuring myself. My hand intensified as the scene became vividly played. As I continued to pleasure myself, I move away from the mirror and went to the shower room. I rested on my back to the tiled wall and brace myself for support for the unrestrained sensation of an orgasmic explosion that I felt from my gorged penis. My hand quickens to move the length of my penis as I began to moan out the sensation of wanting to ejaculate. I could feel the imminent pressure climbing up from the base of my well-endowed penis. My scrotum was in full blown and was filled of untouched fresh semen. I began to moan out loud. I was glad that I had the bathroom to be fitted with a high-quality door frame that could minimize and sound from over blasted. My body was tingling and shaking from the uncontrolled desperation to ejaculate. I hunch my body further into the tiled wall and explosively released a massive load of semen to the opposing wall. Blast after blast of thick glob of my sperm splattered on the smooth surface and subsequently relieved me from my predicament. It felt so extreme. I was surprised with the amount of semen on the wall. I smiled to myself, knowing that I was still able to be the alpha male if I ever found love again. Ever since the death of my wife, I seemed to lose my feeling and emotion. All of this time, I had been fully focusing all of my well-being and life in raising my only child, Harry, to the best as I can. There was never the thought of looking for a replacement soul mate. However, since the time I took notice of Harry and Greyson loving interaction with each other, it had somehow triggered my manly sensitivity in wanting to love and be love again. It was then that the time of my life in college kept on repeating hovering in my mind. I took a deep breath as I finish of my shower and washed off the tile wall of my seminal fluid. I dried my body and went into my room to change to my pajama. I made my way to the kitchen to find any food to fill my growling stomach. The long shower and sexual released made me felt hungry. As I entered the kitchen, I instantly saw a note on the refrigerator. It was from Greyson. He reminded me of the food he left for me in the fridge. I took out the meatball pasta and re-heated it in the microwave. As I was divulging the delicious food, I heard my name being called from the kitchen door frame. "Hayden." Greyson was standing there looking rather disarray in a sleepy state. He was cutely rubbing his eyes with the occasional yawning. "You've come back. How is your day and I hope the food was enough and flavourful for you." Greyson was talking non-stop without letting me to answer him. I chuckled while looking at his predicament. He made his way to the island and sat himself in front of me. "I came back awhile ago Greyson. It's been busy and hectic in the hospital and the food was simply delicious. Thank you for sparring some for me." It was my turn to talk without giving him chances to communicate." "Oh..." was his simple response. While I was savoring the food, I occasionally had a glanced at the man sitting in front of me. Greyson had that look of uncertainty; as though he had something he would like to say to me but was really making him cautious and uneasy. All this while he was fidgeting with his hand and was playing with seams of his pajama sleeves. "Is everything alright with you, Greyson?" I corked my head towards him and waiting for his responses. He looked startled with what I am asking him. He turned to looking at me directly and wanting to give voice to sentences, but nothing was coming out of his mouth. I felt kind of pity with the way he was in. He was really uncomfortable about the situation that he and I were in. "Greyson, I do hope you know that, between you and me, there should not be any secrets. I am all yours if you have anything to voice out concerning anything about this family, and you are family to me and Harry, Greyson." I took a deep breath and reached my hand to hold his arms, startling him. "You have been a great help in taking care of Harry and also the rest of the guys. They look up to you as a big brother, as someone to whom they can go to for anything." His eyes became misty and watery, as though he was on the verge to cry. You can clearly see the tears forming at the corner of his eyes. It made me feel rather worried for his state of mind at that moment. I stood up from my chair and went to give him a fatherly hug. He turned around to face me and hug me back. I do hope that I somehow managed to give him some comfort. His holds were tight to my body, and I just let him be while I was rubbing his back. It was already nearing to eleven o'clock late at night. I was yawning every now and then while talking to Greyson. He was having the same situation as I am, and we've decided to call the night and would have a talk at some other given time. As I made my way to my room, Greyson insisted in wanting to sleep in the living room, accompanying Harry, who was napping on the sofa. I did not argue on that and bade him goodnight. As I laid my head on my pillow and my tired body on my comfortable bed, my mind went to overdrive summarizing what was really going on with Greyson. I somehow kind of knew what it was all about, but, rather than me forcing him to tell me, I will rather give him time for him to talk to me in his own accord. The night had been long, and the day was finally over; I lay to rest with the prudence on my mind that God will bless my family with love and guidance and may we be strongly united as a single-unit family. It will be me, Greyson, Harry and the rest of the boys. I am truly blessed with what I have. So help me God. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ I have created a mailing list. If you would like to be added to it and to be informed of the new submission, please contact me at . Please let me know that you read it on nifty.org >. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@