Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2017 08:50:15 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest That was Loved" - Chapter 11 - Whammy @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 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. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ "The Priest That was Loved" - Chapter 11 - Whammy (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth) Harry Why does Greyson, is a man of delightfully illustrated and superlative? Why did he have to decide on being a priest? Are not a priest, supposedly, is old and wrinkled? And not a young, macho like he was at heart and appealing? He's damn sure a one hot, good-looking and darling priest, I might say. Not in a million years, I would expect, for him being homosexual, even though there had been news from around the world about gay priests living at the convent. At least, he was charmingly kind and affectionate to me. And I do love every single moment I have spent with him. Greyson had been staying in our house for the last three months. Nevertheless, he had managed to carry his weight around the house pretty smoothly and along the way, he and I had become closer with time. Maybe it was due to our age difference. It was only about five years. Nonetheless, he treated me with much respect, love and kindness. I was kind of surprised, when father had been so generous enough to volunteer to accommodate him in our house, within the very first day that he got to interact with Greyson. But it turned out being one of the best decision he has ever made. It came about during a casual conversation at the church ground after the Sunday mass, when father had asked Greyson about him on staying in the church dormitories. Greyson immediately expressed his discomfort of the cramped situation at the church dormitories. He would rather liken to live among the masses and to be as close to the people. As there were only the two of us living in a large house, the father eventually offered Greyson, one of our guest rooms to stay in. Superciliously, it was just beside my bedroom. Our house, literally, has been too substantial for just the two of us to live in. It was a two-story bungalow, and have four bedrooms with its own private bathroom for the master bedroom on the first floor and two shared common bathrooms. With one situated near the kitchen area and the other one on the second floor corridor. On the lower floor, there is a capacious kitchen with an island in the middle of the kitchen area. It got some chairs that's placed around it. A dining room that could fit a long table with 10 chairs, and a roomy living room with big sofas arranged nicely in front of the 50-inch television. There was also a reading room where father usually kept himself occupied with reading the newspaper or the mountain of his medical books arranged orderly on the shelving. The best of it all, it did came with a basement that father had it fully equipped and we did called it as the man cave. On the right-hand corner, there's a mini bar with a fully loaded refrigerator, stocks with beers and snacks like chips and chocolates. A man cave would not looked complete without a pool table on the left-hand side corner of the basement. In the center side of the wall, mounted the 70-inch television. That's where all of our electronic gadgets like Xbox console and its large numbers of it's highly recommended games available in the market. Attached to it were the hi-end home entertainment system that boost a good quality surround sound system. This was where me and my four best friends usually hang around when they did ever come for a visit or sleep over. When both of my parents bought it, they were thinking of having huge families consist of two boys and two girls growing up happily in this large house. However, as fate, my mother passed away while giving birth to their first child, me. as I'm told by father, it was due to a serious medical condition that she had suffered when she was pregnant with me. The irony of it all, she passed away on the operating theater while going for a cesarean delivery operation, and my father was the doctor in charged. Being a professional in his work, he did not show any emotional breakdown in front of his staff, but as I had heard it from friends of my father, he did have a breakdown pretty bad when he was in his office. I did occasionally hear him crying in his room when it comes to their wedding anniversaries and my mother's birthday. He never did tell me, exactly what my mother was suffering from. However, on my 14th birthday, he had me seated, and he finally told me why. It seems my mother was suffering from stage four womb cancer. Her gynecology doctor, did advise her to abort the pregnancy to save herself. However, she insisted to keep the baby and forgo all the required procedure for cancer like radiation and chemotherapy, so that my father will have a child to call his own. She was more determined to conceive, when she knew that the baby was a boy. Just looked at what the boy turned out into, a faggot, a homosexual, a cock sucker. I did blame myself for the death of my mother. As, it was because of me that my mother had to die. Nevertheless, my father was the one who consoled me; I had no part in my mother's death as GOD loves her more than we do and in exchange, GOD gave him; me to care about. He said it was a good bargain. As it would either be me or a Harley Davidson motorbike. And usually; we laughed about it. We had lived happily ever since. Having each other to love and cared for. His love for me was everlasting. The day I came out to him about my sexuality; he just came up to me and hugged me tightly. He had said no matter what, I am his son first, and he adores me. And whoever I am going to love, would be welcomed into the family. I invariably wonder if he ever felt lonely at times. Nevertheless, his unfailingly contagious smile had been his hideaway of his sorrow. Greyson was a good inclusion to our small family. He had managed to carry his weight around the house rather effortlessly. He is a very hands-on type of person, and he likes to help with the household chores even after father reminded him many times that he is not necessarily required to do anything as he was our guest, more precise our guest, that represent Gods himself. He was not obligated to do anything. However, did he listen, not a bit as he's still doing it with a huge smile upon his face. He sometimes buys the groceries and even paid our utility bills without the father knowing. >From the very first day, I chance upon him at the church, I had fancied by him. When we got introduced, our handshake lasted longer than its supposed to. It send shivers throughout my whole body. Especially, in the region of my sexual organs, which was the source of my erotic and procreative power area. Ever afterwards, since he has been my object of my vision of a perfect sex object during my masturbation session. My Imagination runs pretty wild with me stripping him piece by piece, of his robe, his coat, his undershirt, his belt, his trouser and lastly contemplates of him wearing a boxer short or a tight underwear. His package was always well hidden by his robe when he was in church. Nevertheless, the very day, when I physically saw him standing half-naked as he came out from the bathroom, he jolted my penis to rigidly upright on impulse in my boxer shorts. Right then, I could ever ejaculated without even touching myself. Only looking at his toned body with six sculptured abdomen, that was to die for. His chest was muscular with his prominent succulent nipples inevitably so arousing, was enough for me to explode with excitement. All of him from top to midway through, was making me gawked and drool. I wish that I could look at him beyond his belly button, as it got covered by the towels, wrap around his waist. Damn! Just thinking about it always gave me a strenuous erectile, and it needs my immediate attention definitely. Being a gay guy and living under one roof with a hot priest would probably not be an easy task. There would be a lot of sinful temptations, lingering sexual thoughts in the back of one's mind. Nevertheless, I am sure that Greyson was straight as a pole man. As he would not ever to decide being a priest and submitting himself to GOD by taking a vow of celibacy. Did he really do that? I did wonder was it by choice or something else. What attracted me about him most, where his general tranquility and quiet persona and his approachable personality. It was so captivating, and instantaneously made him becoming an instant celebrity with all the parishioner. Since he joined the church, the numbers of youth that came for every mass at the church, had somehow increased by two folds. He's differ from the old priest, who always talks about abomination of all sinners in their sermons, but Greyson was like a breath of fresh air to the church where his sermons, always be about love, peace, harmony and acceptance to one another despite of all their differences. How more right can he be. I am not really so sure, to what I could be of any help to the youth program that Greyson has planned for the church benefits. He did promise set up, this up-coming weekend, to discuss about it with me. It would be right after the Saturday services in the morning. By then, all of us would already be at home and not be doing anything much for the rest of the day. I have lots of friends to hang out with, but I am not your typical teenager that would be seen spending their time with their buddies, going around town or loitering in malls or anything else that a teenager would have loved to do. Not that I did not enjoy being with my friends as they had my 100% attention when we were in school. However, when I am not in school, I would love spending my time with my four best friends or being alone with my dad at home and keeping each other a company. We would just be watching television, talking about the week's events and about our life in generals. I would always take that moment to feel the love from my father. Like I said before, I have constantly been asking father if he ever thought of remarrying again. His reply was always the same and quite hilarious. "I will remarry if only the right person comes. However, for now, taking care of a gay teenage son is enough to get me pretty drained out," he laughed with his spellbinding and captivating laughter. "Oh. What you are saying is that, I am a burden to you then?" I was pouting my lips and looking hurt. " Yes, it is Harry." He was laughing heartily. " You know what I mean Harry. You are my world now, and it is my duty as a father to offer you the best, a father can give. And when you all grown up, I want to be the one giving you away when you've got married. I am merely teasing with you being a burden to me. I do really love you Harry and do not ever you forget that." He continued with a more serious tone. "I know that father, and you have shown me many times in the course of my life growing up in your care. You have always put me first before you, and that is why; I think it's about time for you to find a mate, and to stop on doing with what you have done all alone in your room." I was boisterously laughing at him when he silently reached out to me and smacked me in the back of my head hard, as he laughed at it. "Hey, what did I do?" smirking at him while rubbing the back of my head. "What, are you trying being funny with me Harry?" His smile was so captivating, and I am inevitable that I'm born with the same smile. Not certain to how did my mom smile though. With that in mind, I am going to use it to seduced Greyson. What I have with my father was lots of love and care. It had always been the way, when we conversed or fooled around as far as my father goes. It was an open table, and we did not hold back our emotion and all. All this while, he had treated me with lots of respect and responsibility, and I am not going to hurt him in any way. I would die in defending his honor and his life. In regard to Greyson, I am truly dumbfounded with my feelings. To why I am falling hard for him and what can I expect from him; I am really not sure. He was so there for me to love and for him to love me back. Even so, that lingering sinful feeling was too much for the taking. I am not a religious person. I only go to church because my father asked me to go. Nevertheless, I know what was right and what was wrong. And try to make Greyson to love me back was totally erroneous. For the goodness sake, he was our priest. All the while, I had given him flirtatious signals. All the small touches, the sweet smiles, the glaring and stare, were a direct signal to him. I am craving for his utmost attention, and occasionally he did give it back to me. Even so, I am afraid to make any assumption, as I do not want to hurt him indirectly, or worst, hurt myself all over again. I had enough with things going all wrong with the guy Jeremy and yet with Greyson, I am hoping for it to happen expeditiously. I am what I am and no one can ever change that, not even my father. I have always been a person who wants to love and be loved. It was what it was, and father knew that I am coming off age where I will go out and find someone's special for myself. The only thing was, I already found the perfect one. However, he was a freaking priest. Even so, I've already determined, that it was Greyson that I want. It was not a juncture or an infatuation, but the best achievable true feeling of lust, love and wanting. As I am getting closer to him by the day, the more I got attracted to him. He was the full-package of a desirable man whom I had wanted for a soul mate. However, he was a bloody freaking priest!!! That very night, I had an unintentional word slip out of my mouth. I did unknowingly call him beautiful, straight into his face. I got terrified and ashamed, but surprisingly, he did not overly reacting. However, instead of him getting angry, he comforted me with the hugs and kisses on the forehead, when he saw that I am freaking out and was looking so ashamed of myself. At the same time, he did say that I was beautiful too, and it was nothing wrong to say it's between us. How can you not to love such a man? I did manage to reach out both of my hands and to hold around the nape of his neck and to pull him closer as I kissed on both of his cheeks tenderly. He did respond to my gesture by making a corresponding one back to me. However, as he leaned closer to give a proper hug, I'm shocked beyond believed, as I could feel his manly semi hard penis in his pants. Feeling it for certain, I began developing an erection on my penis. And before he could ever get to feel mine straining in my pants, I quickly parted from him, and he walked away, back to his room. That night, when I was in my room, I've made a big mess on myself. I can still vaguely recall, as I entered my room, I quickly took off all of my clothing and start to stroked my hardening penis through my pants. The length of my 7.5 inch felt so pleasurable. Even though I've masturbated countless of time, but that time was extra special as I am able to envision of Greyson's throbbing penis in my mind as I had a brush of paradise on my thigh. While I was stroking my pulsated penis, I slowly make my way across the room toward my king-size bed. I plopped myself down on it while still continuing to stroke my hard throbbing penis. It was sensual, erotic and highly sexual motivated. I used my left hand to caress my body, all the way from the top of my head, traveling downwards to my face. My fingers were grazing, caressing and brushing my cheeks, my jaw line and the delicate lips. When my hand was traveling down my neck to my chest area, I moaned in delight as it touched and rubbed lightly when it's passing one of my sensitive nipples. Alternating motion, in pinching and rubbing it one after the other, until both got it hard. All the while, my right hand was still stroking my penis. I did not realize to when did I took off my boxer, as I am fully naked on my bed. My left hand took over the vigorous action to my penis, providing the same stimulating sensual effect. The right hand continued the job of the left hand, caressing my upper torso and abdomen. It was gently tracing my sculptured stomach muscle on my body. All the eight of them were touched, squeezed and grope. It then lowered down and reached my pubic hair. It was not densely but long enough for my fingers to glide through and for me to tug on it. It sent pained and delightful shivering sensation down to my groin area. I went further down with right hand managed to grab hold of both of my sperm-filled balls. I started to grab, hold, squeezed and tugging my ball sack, that added to the pleasures where my left hand had done its job before. I switched hands as my left hand was getting tired as the imminent feeling of sperm geyser wanting to erupt within me was so unbearable. I would not be able to hold it any longer. As the image of naked Greyson filled up my mind and kept popping up seductively. It was the last straw for me to hold on, and it erupted, and I started to ejaculate. Ropes after ropes of my manly sperm shot from my penis head to all over my upper body. The first shot landed on the headboard, as the rest covered all over my upper body. It was definitely intense, as I was breathless when it all ended. I pulled up my left hand that had sperm lightly squirted on it up to my mouth and licked it clean. My whole being, was pervaded by a dreamy languor of my erotic activities was overwhelming. And the kind of sweet and salty after taste of my sperm was so fulfilling. It's an inclination towards to taste my sperm ever since I knew the act of orgasmic masturbation. I felt sticky and messy, due to the effect of my sperm spreading all over my torso. I've reached over to the bedside table for generous pieces of Kleenex tissue and wipe myself clean. The soak tissue of my sperm was then thrown in the trash can by the computer table where it will get crusty overnight from the dried-up sperm. The next day early morning, when I woke up, I could still feel the remaining of the dried-up sperm on my body or was it a new batch of sperm. I'm not really sure as I did have a good wet dream and getting aroused in my sleep. If I could call to mind, the dream was all about me having sex with Greyson. It was so vivid that I might have ejaculated without even touching myself. I got up from my bed and then rushes to the bathroom, but not before I wear back my boxer short. I cleaned myself with a hot shower and a good lathered of scented body soap. I did stayed under slightly longer, in order for me to palliative the soreness of my body. After a while, feeling fresh from a good shower, I dried myself with my fluffy bath towel, brushed my teeth and went into my room to change into clean clothes and went down to the kitchen for breakfast. Greyson and father were already seated at the dining table. They were chatting casually while eating their breakfast, that the father had made for all of us, as he did usually. Both stop chatting and simultaneously turned towards me as they felt my present and said their good morning greetings to me in a cheerful way. I only managed to reply softly, as I felt a blushed on my face, when I was looking at Greyson. As I am able to bring to my mind an awareness of what I had done and dreamed about last night, I slowly took my seat on the opposite of Greyson with a broad smile on my face and began to eat my breakfast. However, I am not able to raise my head for a chance upon looking at Greyson, as I'm felt pretty embarrassed and not wanting for him or my father to see more of my cheeks, which was burning warmly from blushing. With that thought, I intensely kept on staring at my plate while eating. I sensed great silence emit from around the table. I slowly lifted up my head and saw that Greyson and father were looking directly at me with an amused puzzlement expression on their faces. I smile broadly at them both and returned to looking at my plate and continued eating in a casually calm and relaxed manner. I felt a kick in my leg from under the table, and I instantly felt a tightness in my pants. It was an instantaneous reflex to my penis, knowing the person that had kicked me. I got another gentle kick on my leg and looking up to see Greyson smiling at me and a nod from him. I smiled at him in an appealingly irreverent way. and kick his leg rather hard. I did not intend to kick him that hard, but it was beyond the controlled of my own strength. "Ouch!" he was screaming rather loudly, with a contorted face, which looked kind of comical to me. He leaned down, presumably to rub on his shin that was painful. A sudden screamed from Greyson startled father and he immediately asked Greyson was everything alright. Greyson blushed and explained that he accidentally knocked his leg against the table. Greyson gave me a stern look and yet his prepossessing and enthralling smile, gave him away as we enjoyed the rest of the breakfast, talking and exchange remarks in a good-humoured teasing way, with each other. It took a while for everyone to finish with their breakfast. Nevertheless, all of us had worked together in clearing all the dirty dishes from the dining table and to leave it in the kitchen sink, for washing later on. Greyson was then had to excuse himself and leaves for work within the church. Seeing that he's already gone, I went up to my room to take my school bag. Before I left the house for school, I've always kissed my father on both of his cheeks, whenever he was around for me to do so. Father was having a day off work, from the hospital. Him in a way that was easily perceived and understood, needs it badly. He had worked non-stop and too hard for my liking. Even though, he had not made a complaint about anything, as he does love his jobs very much. So, for the day of rest, he got to stay at home to recuperate back his lost strength and energy, and to do anything that needed to be done around the house. Especially the laundry as I did not have the time to do it. I could not wait for Saturday to come. Only means, I get to spend time with Greyson. With the possibilities to get a hug and a kiss from him and to him again. There was no harm in anticipating to what I simply can only hope for. GOD! Why did you put all of this on me? Are you testing on my faith? Or are you to test on Greyson's complete trust and confidence in Christianity? If I am a selfish person, I want him all to myself. To fall in love with me and for me to confess to him, without any hesitation. It will be great, my LORD! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ I have created a mailing list. 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