Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2017 05:22:30 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest That Was Love" - Chapter 22 - Why? (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ A disclaimer: This story is fictional. Some of the things that happened or will happen 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. Also, 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 22 - Why? (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth) Harry It was the very next morning when I woke up with a sense of heavy hearts. I tried to deduce what had really been happening between me and Greyson. Was it just a spur of the moment, which made us to forget the boundaries of our being? I felt happy and glad that it did ever take place. However, I had this anticipation of guilty feeling from deep within me. It had been troubling me the whole night long. The kiss was short, and yet it felt magical. I could still feel his soft lips lingered on mine as it grazed at it tenderly. It was not a deep kiss, but passionate enough for me to get titillated. If that moment could ever commemorate it would definitely be a night to remember for the both of us. The way he tenderly embraced me, as he held my body tightly into his was conforming. And the warmth that radiated between us was very delicate and comfortable. That very moment alone, could be everything that I had ever wished for in a relationship. He would be the perfect boyfriend whom I had dreamed of all my life. His body felt as strong as I felt him all over. I could sense that he was enjoying what we had shared in the store room. Nevertheless, with the ways I am feeling right now, was a mixture of emotions. I felt happy to have that moment with him and to share the love I have for him. And yet, I am adamant that I was at fault for pushing him to the limit of his physicality in order to achieve my propitious aspiration. I am the one who initiated for him to break his vow of clandestineness and celibacy. I am the one whom was dalliance just to grasp hold his attention. I should have stopped myself the very moment I knew who he was. For the graciousness sake, he was a priest. That Sunday morning, I decided not to go to church. I am trying to avoid any contact with the rest of the guys, especially Greyson himself. I felt insecure and abashed of myself. I could not face Greyson for a time being. It would be too hard for me to ignore his presence without recollecting the imagery of the night before, and that guilty feeling I had in me. Instead, I went into town alone by myself; I needed to release the doubtful feeling I had in me. It pressurized me, to the brink of insanity. When I was in town, I got lots of missed messages from the guys. Everyone was anxious when they did not see me in church. I tried to ignore from reading all the messages. I filled my time in town, walking aimlessly in the mall. I am not too sure what I am doing or where I am going. In the end, I walked up into a secluded place and sitting alone on a bench with deep thoughts churning inside my head. Was I doing the right thing? Most of the time, my head was filled Greyson image. He has that captivating set of beautiful eyes, sweet gorgeous smiles and his sensuous kiss kept on repeating in my mind. I was adamant that it was the right thing that we had shared. I was in love with him the very first time I was introduced to him. It was astonished thinking that I could love again and with someone as beautiful and glorious as Greyson. He definitely did not deserve this avoidance that I am trying to do to him. He deserved all my attention and admirations and love. But, was it a right thing for me to do and what about his work, his family and the church? How would it affect him in a long run? It would be wrong for me to destroy his life, so I could fulfil my own desire. Without me realizing, teardrops began to cascade down my face. I sniffled silently as my heart feels so desirable to be near him at the moment. Can I put the blame to GOD for how I am feeling? Why does God decide for him to meet me in the first place? I kept on questioning myself repeatedly for an answer. I am not a religious person, but there was no one else that I could ask except GOD himself. My phone started ringing unexpectedly and took me out of my daydream. I took a glance at it and was surprised to see it was Greyson. I smiled widely and yet was hesitating for a moment from answering it. I took a deep breath, clicked the answered button, put it in my ears and said, "Hello." "Harry where are you now?" I was excited to hear his voice. Nevertheless, at the same time, I could hear his worried tone. Even so, it sounded so melodious to my ear drums. However, I felt guilty to make him be in that situation. "Do you know that I am so worried about you? I mean everyone is worried about you." He slipped on his words. For a second, he made me blushed with idolization. "I am sorry Greyson. I did not mean to make you worried, I mean, everyone worried." I made my own slipped off the tongue. Immediately, I felt my cheeks redden from blushing. Both of us sounded so sweet and endearing while having this conversation. I could just imagine how he looked with his red rosy cheeks. "I miss you at breakfast and also at the church. It does not feel the same without you there." I heard him inhale a deep breath. " Is everything alright Harry?" He sounded exasperated for an answer. "Please Harry; you know I am always here for you. You do not have to hide anything from me anymore." I felt sorrow and sadness at how he was sensing at that moment. "I will be Greyson. And I know you will always be there for me. I am deeply sorry for worrying you." I tried to assure him as much as possible. I did not want him to worry anymore. He's been the safest place I have ever felt in a very long time. He did sound genuinely sincere, and I did appreciate for his concerned. "I will see you at the house soon, Greyson." "I am looking forward to it, Harry. Hayden will not be joining us for supper today. He's needed back at the hospital for an emergency." I could hear him taking a deep breath before he continued, "It will be just the two of us for the night, Harry." I was exuberantly beaming with joy hearing the news, as I quickly made my way back home. Definitely, I would miss my father at the dining table. However, for tonight, I would get my inexhaustible attention from Greyson. It somehow had lifted up my spirit, and I felt vivacious again. I envisage of him and me having dinner together, under the shining light from the chandelier. It would be romantic, with classical music played in the background. The two of us would be sitting the opposite of each other. Now and then, we would secretly take a glance at each other in the sweetest way. We would be dressed in our finest clothing, looking over the smartest as ever. It would be the perfect night of it all. "Harry, are you still there?" Greyson snapped me back to reality. I chuckled softly over the way I had been envisaging of us being together. It would be good to have him around me for all times throughout my life. I sighed at the appending situation we were in. It is too good to be true. "Yes, I am still here. I'm on my way back to see you Greyson." I said my good-bye and went back home. It felt so uplifting, as I make my way to my house. I did make an effort to call back every single one of the guys to tell them that I am alright. It is wrong of me to ignore them for a mistake that I did to myself. They are the greatest friends I ever have. Along the way, I stopped by a convenient store and bought a bubbly non-alcoholic beverage. I did not know what we would be having, yet I just bought a couple of flavours. It was about time for dinner when I entered the house. I felt anxious to step in and to go see Greyson. I silently walked in the kitchen and instantaneously smiled when I saw Greyson's standing over the stove in his sweat pant and a pullover on his upper body. He was busy cooking something as he was holding a wooden spoon in his right arm. I stood still in the kitchen doorway, mesmerized in seeing his manly body swaying every now and then, moving behind the counter. I was captivated looking at him. He jolted me back to my senses when he had spoken with his manly angelic voice. "Harry, you scared me to bits. How long have you been standing there?" I was standing there, rooted like a deer in a headlight. However, before I could give him an answer, he had flung himself to me, and he hugged me the tightest he could manage. "Do not you dare to do this kind of thing again Harry." He whispered melodiously into my ears. I was in a state of shocked to be hugged by him. I could not verbally answer him, but just managed to nod my head. I slipped my hand around his waist and pulled him closer. I already had my head comfortably on his chest as he gently had been rubbing my head and back. "I am sorry Greyson." I chocked of emotion in his gripped. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. It made me realize how precious he was to me. He was my comfort zone, and yet I had doubted his actuality. He had been with me ever since the day I've got to know him. I needed him more than he needed me. However, there were still obstacles that need for us to overcome in our journey together. That is, his job as a priest. "It is alright Harry. You are back home safe and sound. Please promise me that you will never do this again." I felt him taking a deep breath as his chest was rising up and down. "You've got everyone to worry about you, especially me." His voice was angelically consoling. It had somehow cleansed my body and soul of the uncertainty, I had in me. I felt safe in his tight embraced. I would do anything to be in this circumstance with him. "I promised." That was all I could muffle out of me. The teardrops began to cascade down my face, even though I've tried really hard for it from happening. It took a while before we parted from the commiserative hugged for some air. I could then see his handsome face up front. He looked so beautiful and manly to me. It's unbelievable that he was here with me. GOD really set things up for the two of us. He's the only one know what's supposed to happen between me and Greyson. I was stupid enough to be over eagerly sentimental. "Harry." I heard my name being called. It snapped me back to reality and made me to realize that he was holding me as much, I am holding on to him. I immediately released my griped from his waist and hang my hands by my side. "Is everything alright Harry?" He was shaking my body ever so gently. It was just enough to wake me up from my staring at him. "What are we having for supper Greyson?" I was baffled with my attitude at that moment. Am I trying to deviate from his question and ignore the fact that I am enjoying the closeness that we share? He chuckled when he heard me. His hands left my body as he turned away from me, and I regretted it instantly. I stand rooted to the ground as I saw his back moving further away from me. He went back to the stove area and continued to finish what he had started. Am I strong enough to love the way I wanted him to love me? I desired him long sufficiently, ever since he came over my life. The kiss we shared became the cornerstone of our mutual attraction to each other. I do love him and I hope he can love me back, despite the job he was doing at that moment. "We are having a pasta meatball for supper, Harry." Once again, he pulled me back into the world in the living. I smiled and proceeded to set the table. It would definitely be a sweet romantic dinner just for the two of us. "Harry, why do not you go and get yourself a shower? It will take a while for the gravy to cook." I could hear him from the dining room. "Alright Greyson, I will be back in a jiffy." I quickly ran up to my room and disrobed. I wrapped my naked waist with a towel and walked out to the bathroom. It took a while for the water to rise to a comfortable temperature. I took that time to look at my reflection through the mirror. "Would Greyson ever love me for who I am?" I contemplated in my mind. I knew that I look handsome as everyone, especially the guys, had told me before. Nonetheless, why had I always attracted the wrong person for me to love? Maybe I was so naïve in wanting a boyfriend that I missed on looking out their inner self. I sighed heavily as I ponder on the reality of my life. The water temperature was just right. I walked under it and let the warm water completely cascade down my naked body. Somehow it did release some knotted tension in my body. It felt so refreshing and as I let my hand roam on my body, I accidentally, or maybe on purpose to make my penis erect. My eyes were closed as the water ran down over it. My hands travelled downward, bypassing my trimmed pubic bush and grabbed hold of my erected penis. I moaned at the sensational touch as I gently began to stroke the full length of it. It felt so amazing as I had that thought of Greyson naked upper torso when I first saw him, and his seductive image kept on generating and replaying in my mind. My left hand was busy attending to my penis, stroking it to the hilt of ejaculation. My right hand was placed on the tiled wall to stabilize my body. It was libidinous, pleasurable and stimulating all at one time. Without me realizing, I was moaning Greyson's name out loud. He was the epitome of my sexual gratification at that moment. He was the man whom I desired for all the time he was with me. My left hand was getting tired from the vigorous workout. However, the sensation of ejaculation on my penis intensified, and I made it to work harder. My breathing was getting heavier, and my penis had grown slightly larger in size. I felt the sensation arising from the ball sack to the top of my penis head. It was undeniable that it had to happen. I arched my back as my left hand held the bottom of my penis. I shoot my semen all over the wall tiled with heavy load. My breathing became disoriented as I succumbed to my sexual escapade. And for a while, I became disoriented. I buckled to my knee as I felt rather weak with the hard work. The water was still pounding on my back, and I rested on myself. It dawned on me that I was taking too much time in the shower and I quickly stand up to finish off. That was when I heard pounding on the bathroom door. "Harry, is everything alright in there?" I heard Greyson calling out from the other side of the door. I became worried if he heard of my moaning his name. How long has he been standing outside the door, I wondered? "I am fine Greyson. I'll be out in a few minutes." I tried to compose myself from sounding breathless. "Sure, Harry and supper are ready. You do have to hurry up before it gets cold." I heard him walking away from the door. I without delayed wrapped my naked lower body in a towel and made a dashed into my room. I got dressed as he was, sweat pants with a pullover and hurried down to the dining room. Dinner time was a delighted moment. We had our usual reciprocal conversation and badinages. I had totally consigned to how I felt that morning. He always knows how to gratify my day with his existence. On occasion, I found myself gazing at him while I blushed as to remember what I did in the shower room. It was during the time when we were savoring the dessert hat he had bought from a local bakery. We were tucking into a delicious apple pie that had a hard crust outside and a gooey apple as a filler. I could sense that he was looking at me, and I was feeling embarrassed suddenly. I was jolted from my dazed when I felt him touching my left hand. Immediately I turned to look at my left hand that was on the table. On top of it, rested comfortably was his right hand, and it was squeezing it lightly. My mind became disoriented with all sorts of emotions and thoughts. I kept on staring at it until the time I heard him speak. "Harry." @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 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 >. I do really appreciate if you could the least gives some feedback and comments. It will definitely gives me the motivations to carry on writing the story. 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