Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2017 01:08:38 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest That Was Love" - Chapter 20 - The calling @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 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 20 - The calling (Nifty/Gay/Adult Youth) Greyson I was surprised to see Harry seating on the couch with wide eyes staring at me. He seems startled by me being there, and yet he looked rather cute with the gaping mouth and parted lips that beg to be kissed. I was intrigued to approach him close and kissed him sweetly, but it was all in my imagination. I nearly chuckled out loud. "Why are you back home so early?" I was snapped from my day dreamed when Harry spoke to me in a questionable tone. "Oh, it is nothing Harry. The bible class for today had been canceled, as most of the students could not make it due to family commitments." I replied to him as I make my way to the long couch and sat beside him. We were not that closed, but closed enough for me to feel his body warmth radiating from his well-toned body. Damn, I have to stop thinking of him this way. By the way, he dresses with a dark-blue tank top that revealed most of his upper bodies and his loose black nylon shorts. The nylon material snuggled his package between his legs very nicely, insinuating his bulge quite prominently. It will give any guy a stiff just by looking at it, and it did give me one. "Oh, okay." It was too short of an answer from Harry, who never ever lost for words when he talked. I tried to scan his face to read his expression. I am not a psychologist, who knows how to read human body language and face reaction. However, I know enough from all the counseling that I have done with the youth, in my time as a young priest at the convent, he was having a problem. "Is everything alright Harry?" He turned to looking at me with a frown on his face. His eyes were boring into my eyes, and it made me to react with a slight blushed on my face. I could feel the heat slowly rising, and I had to look away to prevent myself from being overly indulged by his chivalrousness. Harry did not immediately answer me. His deep gazed lingered on me longer than I anticipated. Slowly, he turned away and was looking at his hands and fidgeting fingers on his laps. I was beginning to worry about Harry. As I was not sure of what to do, I just sat there patiently and waited for him to talk. "Harry, will you have the goodness to look at me. You know that I am here if you need someone to talk to, right." I tried to sound as pleasant as possible. "Tell me Harry, what is bothering your mind right now." As I was sitting to his right-hand side, I turned my body to the left and held my right hand out to softly, grabbed on his right shoulder and gave it a gently squeezed. He turned to face me with a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. I was so heart broken to see him this way, and it did affect me in a certain way. It bewildered me not knowing what made him to have saddened look on his perfect face. I instantaneously did the next-best thing that I could think of. Gently, I pulled him closer to me and hug him tenderly. He reciprocated as he was sniffling with emotions on my shoulder. "Hey Harry, what is wrong buddy? Please do not cry as you do not look good when you cry. Do you know that?" I tried to lighten up the atmosphere with a little comical banter with Harry. I felt Harry's laughs with a chortled on my shoulder. He pushed himself away from me, but not far enough for me to still be able to hold his arms. "I knew father had talked to you about me Greyson." His voice was croaking from emotions. To others, it might not be pleasant, but to me, it's like a symphony of musical instruments, playing sweet harmonious sound in my ears. "Yes, he did Harry. It is a problem to you?" He looked down at my hands that were holding his arms and glaring at it as though it was a comfortable fixture on his arms. He raised his head to look at me and kind of staring into space with his stoic face expression lingering on to my face. "It is not a problem for me Greyson. However, you might not be comfortable knowing the real me." His eyes glistened with tears, and if he ever did blink his eyes; the precious teardrops were sure to stream down his face. I could not let that happen. I raised my hand to hold his face and used both of my thumbs; I wipe away the tears from his eyes. "It is not a problem for me too, Harry. It only allows me to get to know you better." I gave him the sweetest sincere smile I could manage and it kind of works in making Harry to smile. "You are definitely worth more than a million bucks, for me to ignore your true existence, Harry." He grinned widely after hearing all the things that I had said to him. Even so, his facial expression changes to be gloomy when he said, "You might go to hate me if you ever find out that..." He suddenly halted. He immediately pulled his arms away from me and looked back at his fidgeting fingers, as he was not able to complete his sentences. "Find out about what, Harry? Was it about you being gay and homosexual?" I hypothetically gave him the answer that he dreaded for me to know about him. "Yes, it is Greyson." He answered me in his softest voice ever. As I was sitting rather closely with him, I have managed to hear it just enough. "I do not want you to hate me Greyson." He was pleading in his voice. "I will never hate you Harry, and definitely not GOD." I tried to assure him, but he felt reluctant to believe me. "It is easy for you to say that Greyson, just to make me feel good about myself." He took a deep forceful breath and continued. "You will never get to know to how a gay guy would feel. It was really hurtful to be ridiculed with distasteful names calling. "His eyes were staring straight at me all the time. "I know more than you think Harry. I really do. You have to believe me." I was calm and collected, and I was breathing rather heavily. I knew then Harry was angry and frustrated. The only resolution was for him to see the truth about me. He needed that assurance that I knew what he had gone through. "You are a priest. You have chosen to serve the Lord. You will never know and understand of being love and desire." He halted and took a deep breath. His eyes were beaming with tear drops. "Your life is immaculate Greyson, as no one is going to hurt you for who you are." Harry's face was streaming with tear drops as he continued to rant towards me. "You do not have to go through what I had gone through, Greyson. To fall in love with someone, which you think is your soul mate, and after you have fully submitted yourself to him, in the end to find out that it was just a game to him. Do you really know all of this Greyson, do you?" Harry was having a meltdown, and he was balling his eyes out. I did really know too how he felt, and I did sympathize with what happened to him. Nevertheless, he has no right to think that I am an emotionless human being without feelings. I am exactly the same as he is and the rest of the human kind. Even though I am a priest, I am one of God's creations. A human being with fleshed and blood, just like the rest of the people. "That is where you are wrong about me Harry. I do not choose to be a priest, and I did not make myself to be a priest. I am destined to be one as it is the calling from God. I am just fulfilling the duties that I am given by HIM." It surprised me to how emotional I am getting at the moment. I could see the shocked reaction on Harry's face. However, Harry was still adamant about my life as a priest. "But your life is perfect Greyson. You are totally the opposite of me in GOD's eyes. I am an abomination, a freak, a sinful person, someone who is damn to be doomed." Harry was crying his eyes out as he reiterated his life as a homosexual. "Just have faith in GOD Harry. He did miracles for every being beyond this world, and that does include you too, Harry. There are surely plenty of guys who would fall for you and to love you for eternity. Keep hoping and keep looking. Do not just give up with life and happiness." I thought that was one of the best sermons I had given to someone. "Will you ever love me Greyson?" I was totally stunned when Harry asked me the question. There's an absolute answer in my head, but I was too shocked to vocal it was out loud. "It's alright; I know you cannot riposte me Greyson. I had tried to ask from all the guys whom I thought would have an interest in me. However, all of them would either be straight, in a closet or an ignorant ass." Harry was weeping inaudibly. "Harry..." I was immediately stopped by Harry. "You do not have to say anything Greyson. You would not, for a straight guy, to understand, how lonely it can be." Harry sighed deeply. "And you did not think I never got lonely; I not at any time want to be loved and to hold and kiss the one that I love. It is all because of this Harry." I was holding on to my clerical collar to state my point. "I have gone through lots of ups and downs and a few broken hearts, before I decide to go to the priesthood Harry. So, I am sure, I do know how you feel, Harry." I felt agitated with the way of Harry tried to belittle me. "But that was your choice of life. What you want to be and the vows of celibacy that you take, is because you want it to." Harry would not back down from his ideologies of a priest. "It is not a choice Harry; it is my calling to serve the Lord Jesus Christ. I am to serve the religion that I believe in and to serve the Almighty creator." Harry with startled my sharp tone to my voice. "That makes all the different Greyson. Homosexual people always had to feel abomination and sinful in the eyes of straight people for whom we are. You will unfailingly think that love should be only between a man and a woman, and everything else is wrong before the eyes of the Lord. So how can you say that you know how I feel Greyson?" I can see the anger in Harry's voice. However, he was wrong to judge me that way. "I should know Harry as I am gay myself." I dictated. The expression on Harry's face was priceless and from the corner of his mouth, a sweet grin was formed. Not too sure what it meant, but I hope it meant as what I had thought it was meant to be. The silence between the two of us was as thick as we were looking at each other, contemplating of the next course of action. "I think I should go up to my room to take a shower and change my clothing." I tried to go away from the awkward situation and rise from the couch and walked up the staircase towards my room. Before I took the first step on the stairway, I turned to looking at Harry and was surprised; he had his eyes glued on me with the grin still on his face. I smiled sweetly and proceed up to my impending destination. At night, as I lay down to sleep, I could not erase away the vision of Harry's from my mind. I wondered what was he thinking when he was looking at me. Was it, an admiration or something else? My eyes were getting heavy; I pulled the bolster pillow closer and hold it tight. It always reminded me of Harry's body and the time I had hugged Harry ever so fondly. With that notion, I dozed off with a smile to my face. Oh holy one, gives me the strength to go through my life challenges. I postulate there is wisdom in every affirmation that I perceived. Only if my heart could ever verbalize surely it will say. "It's enough of my Lord. I'm helpless to weathered everything that is happening in my life. Harry is just an unsullied boy, and is he supposedly is my soul-mate?"?" How many times should I get hurt, to make me realize that my love is not worthiness to him. Why do I still consecrate by his side? I do not understand too why do I am going through this pandemonium of emotion. I am yearning; I have the answer in me. My Lord, is it because I am in love with Harry? My Lord, purely you know about how I feel, and only you know the written path that you have set for me. To you, I give my life to and with you; I trust my life the way it should be. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 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 . @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@