Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2017 00:26:03 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest That was Loved" - Chapter 14 -Thoughtful Day @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 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 14 -Thoughtful Day (Nifty/gay/Adult-Youth) Greyson There, were papers, pens, pencils, and bodies of teenagers, scattered all around, the living room. They were lying, on the floor or the sofa, with pens in their mouth and frowns on their forehead. Everyone was, engrossed in trying to inspire ideas among the youth programmed organized by the church. As for Harry and me, we were sitting on the long couch close to one another with the occasional legs touching each other. It gave that sensational good feeling, for the moment, as we were sitting, side by side on the sofa. I took a glance at the living room, scanning every single action the boys had portrayed. Some were, positioned in a cute disposition. Isaac was lying upside down on the sofa. His bottom was sitting on the cushion and his head dangling at the foot, of the sofa. He looked comfortable as his body was, contorted and flexed like a gymnast. I am, fully, aware that he might get a blood rushed to the brain if he stayed that way. They were wearing their thinking caps on, and I was, truly, happy with all the help and it wasn't as a damper at all as what I had imagined it could be. I was expecting to have an alone time with Harry, but I mightn't be able to concentrate as my mind would be, distracted by Harry forms. Though, the ice-cold peach tea and the cakes had been, eaten, drank, or ingested and left, with empty plates of crumbs and hollow glasses, yet no one had managed to give any ideas for the youth program. It's not as easy as it looks. Ideas do not just pop up in your mind when you want it. The boys were trying hard to produce one. "Father Greyson, there are a lot of games that the kids in this area love play." It's Donovan the geek who broke the silence. Forthwith, every person in the living room turned to him. "I am not really sure if we are able to form groups of players in the games. As, it is so diversify." Donovan sounded worried. His facial features were cute to look at and his eyebrows were jointed in the middle of, his frowning forehead and his mouth were pouting. The rests of the guys were nodding their heads in agreement. "First of all, I am Greyson to all of you, no more of the formalities when we are among friends. And it is alright Donovan. We just have to think of few games that the kids can play as a group or as individuals, and we should not forget to involve the adults too." I've suggested. Everyone began nodding their heads in agreement again without giving any personal feedback. They looked like cockatoos on a perch with its head, nodding in unison. I noted that Harry was rather quiet sitting, besides, me. As I took a glance, he looked concentrated, with, frowning lines, on his forehead and from time to time, tapping the end of, the pen, to his sweet, tender looking mouth and at times biting the end, of the pen. It's definitely, that his big brain, churning for ideas. He occasionally scribbled something on the foolscap paper as an idea came into the frame, and he looked so damn cute. I did not realize that I was, to an extreme degree, staring at him at that time. Momentarily, I snapped to reality when I heard someone coughing. Both of us were leaning our back to the couch, slouching and with our shoulders touching each other. Feeling the warmth as it radiated from his body. Without any of us realizing, the time off the clock shows 4 o'clock. We definitely, wanting a breather as everyone looked so tired from wrecking their brains and a break would, certainly, helped. It's no surprised to see that most of the guys had their eyes closed and Jayden was snoring lightly, as he laid, sprawling on the carpeted floor. Suddenly, my left, shoulder felt heavy with something rested on it. I turned to seeing Harry had leant closer to me and had his head on my shoulder. I wouldn't dare to move and disrupting the pleasure of him connected to me, as I was enjoying the closeness. Intentionally, I tilted my head and land it softly, on top of his head. It was pleasurable, to breathe in his mint aromatic scented shampoo, that he used and the softness, of his hair. The comfort that we shared became one of our precious moments throughout the day sitting on the couch. After sometimes, I felt Harry stirred with his eyes still closing, adjusting himself for comfortably and ends up laying his head on my lap. His body stretches the length on the sofa. Immediately I felt uncomfortable and uneasy. It got nothing to do with Harry napping on my lap, but I was concurrently having a hard on, and it's growing in an alarming rate. I was panicky and was sure that Harry would have felt it any longer. It's straining in my pants with every second. Instantaneously I grabbed on a cushion from the sofa, and gently, lifting Harry's head and put it back down on the cushion that I placed on my lap. Phew, safe and yet my dick was still begging to let out, of its confinement. I tried to trail my thought to something irrelevant and preventing myself from forecasting on the impending situation at hand. Within a few minutes, it began to subside and wasn't straining any longer. Without me realizing it, I was periodically and intentionally run my fingers through his silky flowing hair, pampering him soft caressed. It felt so well and I; myself felt into a deep sleep. I wasn't sure about the length of time I had been sleeping with a gorgeous boy snoozing on my lap. I jolted from my serene slumber, when I felt someone tapping my shoulder and sporadically, been calling my name. "Greyson, Greyson." The voice was a bit loud and too vivid for my liking. I strained my eyes opening it slowly, as I got it adjusted to the main room lighting. It surprises me to see it was Hayden standing handsomely, still in his work clothes. He's definitely, a pleasurable and mesmerizing, good-looking and handsome man. His facial feature was just like Harry; a manly model chiseled jaw line. Liken to the entire male model displayed in a fashion magazine and a few wrinkles at the side of his eyes that made him looked gorgeous. His body was still in its prime state, considered being young at heart at 40 years old, and he had regularly, gone to the gym. Definitely, he's an exact replica of an older version of his son, Harry. Broaden me to smile at my sweetest while looking at him. "What is going on here? The place looked like a battle field." Hayden grinned while he scanned the living room. Following his gazed, I looked at the situated scenario together with him. Both of us chuckled noting that all the guys were comfortably having a nap in their own respected area. Suddenly, that's when I realized that Harry was still on my lap. I tried to move, but Hayden stopped me. "I think you should stay put, and it seems that Harry is pretty comfortable on your lap. Just let me get out of my work clothes, and I will prepare dinner for everyone." Hayden lightly, tap on my shoulder and was looking at Harry lying comfortably on my lap. "I can help Hayden." I insisted. "It's not a problem Greyson. I think you yourself need some time to rest after all the thinking you have made. Your brain must be screaming for release." Hayden chuckled. He was right, though talking, about, the released, but it wasn't my brain but, prominently, in my loin area. Damn, it's starting to grow again. Think joyful thought happy thought. "Please do call me if you need any help Hayden." He turned towards me and just, nodding his head while proceeding his way into his bedroom to change out, of his work clothes. As I was moping, while reading up the note that I had been writing and with Harry sleeping on my lap, the clock off the wall decided to chime. It indicated 6 o'clock in the evening. While dinner being, prepared by Hayden, I woke up everyone, starting with Harry. I glided my fingers through his hair and, softly, called by his name. Slowly, he stirred and stretches his body at the same time lifting up a bit the seams of his shirt, exposing his abdomen and his pictorial stomach muscles. He opened his eyes and saw that I was, directly, looking at him. He flashed me his sweetest smiled, but jolted up immediately when he realized that he's lying on my lap. His face turned pinkish from blushing. "It is alright Harry. You look too serene for me to wake you up. The least I know that my lap has another purpose of usage. By the way, how was your sleep?" I've asked as I tapped on his shoulder to grab his attention. He wasn't able to vocalize as he was in dire straits of embarrassing mode. Nonchalantly, he turned to looking at me and winked with a wicked grinned into his face. "How about you help me to wake up the guys and get them to wash up before dinner time. Your father has returned from work, and he's preparing supper in the kitchen." I lightly, squeezed his shoulder, just; enough to grab his attention back again. He turned to looking at the chaotic scene in the living room and comically, began to chuckle. "They do look cute, sleeping and sprawling like that. It differs from the way they sleep on my bed. All the five of us would look like pretzels." His laughter was just, so immaculately, cute, and I was, captivated by it. Instantaneously I joined in the laughter as I crossed my arms over his shoulder and pulled him nearer to me. It felt so natural to do that to him. It did not feel awkward anymore. "Yes, they are Harry. However, they are not as cute as you." I wasn't aware that I had lightly, pinched his cheek and unconsciously, been flirting with him. Momentarily, I felt comfortable with all the touching and bantering with him. He has drawn himself to me like a magnet of opposite polarity. Dear Lord, he made me feel human again, literally. "You were jokingly saying that to make me blush." He was, indeed, blushing with redness, apparently, surfaced on his cheeks. "Believe me when I said it Harry. A priest will never lie." I gave him a winked and laughed at his shyness. Silently, I was praying in my heart. Dear Lord, how much longer are you going to put me to the test? Are you trying to bring forward, the real me as much as I want to seal it away, from everyone? If it's, fated, that Harry is the one that's going to, be mine, I will accept it wholeheartedly. As my Dear Lord, you are the only, one who knows how I feel and who is the real me. And to you my Lord, I surrender my faith and my journey of life. It might be a bit loud as, I and Harry laughed. The guys seem to have heard it and starting to stir and began to wake up, one after the other. They were stretching simultaneously like a synchronized swimmer in a pool. It was so funny, yet adorable. They looked a bit disorientated as I reminded them it was time for them to clear up the mess, and to wash up, as dinner was, almost ready to be serve. They simultaneously and checked the time, and instantaneously; they began clearing all the scattered peripherals and then, one after the other, went into the two bathrooms in the house to clean themselves. Harry's was busy lending his clothing for his friends to wear for the night. It became chaotic as bodies of good-looking boys, scattering in and around the house. None of them bring any change of clothes, as they didn't plan for a sleep over. It was an easy tasked for Harry to distribute his home clothes to the boys, as they were similar to his size, except for Donovan, who's on the smaller side. When he wore Harry's shirt and short, it was oversize and did make Donovan looked like a scrawny little boy. Everyone was giving him a hard time, laughing at his predicament, yet Donovan wasn't highly, affected by it. He took it in his stride and laughed along. It took them about, an hour or so to get ready for supper; we were all cleaned and washed and make our way to the dining room for dinner. The living room was, immaculately, cleared of things and looked as it was. Hayden had already; set up, the table, for seven of us and on the table, were two large bowls of spaghetti meatballs. It was so inviting and everyone immediately took a place around, the dining table, with Hayden sat at the head of the table and me at the other end of it. Surprisingly, Harry had decided to sit, besides, me pretty, closely, as our legs were grazing each other. I turned to looking at him, and he flashed his sweetest smile at me. It was so nerves wrecking to feel lust and yet not able to react on it. I was again asked to say grace for tonight, and I began ... "Bless us, O Lord, Thou giver of all good, Accept our prayers and bless our food. Grace, Strength and health to us afford. Through, Jesus Christ our blessed Lord. Amen" "Amen!" Everyone was proclaiming their devotion. With due respect, Hayden was, asked first to fill his plate as he was the oldest and only, then, the boys filled up their plates, but not, after I had filled mine. How gracious were the boys? They must have a pleasurable upbringing. It felt so gratifying to be, around, lovely gracious people who respected each other. Throughout, the time, me being a priest, I have seen, many instances, where families didn't get along with each other, and parents weren't strong enough or, even, bothered, to instil excellent upbringing for their children. However, these five wonderful boys were full of graciousness, politeness and respect for other people. Nevertheless, as boys, will be boys, they will occasionally be bantering and rough horsing with each other. I could, definitely, assume that they will fight in each other the battle if in time need be. That's what real friendships are made off. The pervading tone or mood of the dining table was loud, with everyone talking and bantering at the same time. It felt like a boy's home with Hayden being the supervisor, and I am their priest. They joked; they laughed and bantered with one another. Hayden was, seen smiling and grinning, looking at everyone and his face was glowing with pride and happiness. There's this glow of pure love emitting out, of him, as he looked serene and collected. The dinner was fantastically fabulous, as the food was, gobbled and cleared, from the bowl within minutes. Everyone was, truly, satisfied to get with the second helpings of the spaghetti meatballs. It was heavenly, delicious and the boys were vocally shown Hayden with much appreciation of compliments. Even, Jarden and Jorden were saying that it tasted better than their fathers. Hayden was seen smiling, throughout the complimentary from the boys, and he could be, seen blushing with pride. Meanwhile, Hayden and I were, asked by the boys to move to the living room to rest while they joined effort to clear the table. Jayden and Isaac were, seen washing the dishes, drying it and put it back in the drawers and cabinets. Donovan was wiping the dining table and chairs, as Jordan and Harry were making pots of fresh coffee and cutting some fruits for everyone to munch while watching television. As everyone was full, silenced was amicable in the living room. Harry had dimmed the light down low, and it felt so comfortable and warmed. After, a few hours, of watching movies, from Netflix, the boys started yawning and excused themselves to go to sleep, but right, after they had thanked Hayden for the wonderful dinner. They did promise me that they will continue the discussion, tomorrow, right, after church. It left, with Hayden and me, sitting in the living room. Hayden took that time to break the silence, as he asked me with a question. "Greyson, are you comfortable staying here?" I was, taken back to the question that Hayden had asked me. Am I being too, dramatic in my responses? "Yes, I am Hayden. Noteworthy, I am blessed to have Harry and you, of your own free will, accepting of me to stay." It's the only diplomatic way to answer this type of question. I felt worried though if Hayden had a change of heart and didn't want me to stay. It made me wonder if I ever did any wrongdoing while I am staying with them. My brain was churning for any memories of any instances that had unpleasantly, occurred with time. "We are the ones that are blessed with your grace, Greyson. You might have not known to how much Harry had changed for the last couple of months that you are here. He's being his own self, a jovial, energetic and loving person. And tonight seeing all the boys together do light up the surrounding atmosphere of this once, a quiet house, from the usual. I felt elated and gratefully happy, to see my son, Harry to smile and himself again." Hayden stopped talking and was, in deep thought. He was morphing into space with a smile hatched, on his face. It was serene and beautiful to look at and be able to see the love as a father over his child. "Hayden, as far as I, can see. This house has a lot of love to give and share. The love that Harry and you have, radiates in this house plentifully and make it feels so warm. The boys are like another fixture or a missing piece to a puzzle that completes the house, with joy and laughter." Hayden turned his head and looked at me with a smile. 'You are the cornerstone of the house and all that evolved around, are simply, because of you Hayden. Your heart is pure and loving. No one would ever invite a stranger to his house, even, if he is a priest. Nevertheless, you did and I am, blessed being, given the privilege, to feel and receive all that by the name of Lord Jesus Christ. " "Thank you for the kind words Greyson. It makes me feel worth of living. "Hayden chocked of his words as he felt humbled by what I had said. I do feel blessed and privileged to be gracefully accepted by Hayden and Harry. In my eyes, they were angels sent from heavens, becoming a part of me in my journey in life. With that, we've decided to say our good night and went to our rooms to rest, as we were feeling, rather tired too. Tomorrow it will be another day of blessed chaos with all the guys, and we'd better had to come up with some ideas. And yet, I still have church duty to perform. It's back to a routine way of life for me. So help me, Lord. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 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 . @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@