Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2018 09:16:00 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest that Was Loved" - Chapter Twenty Nine (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://donate.nifty.org/donate.html @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Harry I could not believe that I am able to see father laughing hard rather hysterically. It was never in a million times that I have seen father look serene and tranquil while enjoying the company he had around him. All this while he had been rather sullen and controlled in his mannerism with other people as he is the man of the house. It was all a 100% effort of my wonderful, loving boyfriend, Greyson. It did feel kind of mesmerizing looking at the two people whom I love the most interacting nonchalantly. My father had been alone for a long while. After the death of my mother, he seems to recluse himself into his work as a physician and would seldom see him interacting with other people, aside with the people from church or the hospital. I felt so proud of Greyson for easily breaking the wall that father had built around him. There are a lot of changes I've seen in him for the last couple of months. The biggest surprised of all was how fast he could openly accept the connection Greyson and I had. However, he did give us a few words of caution to what others might think of our relationship, and we took it rather seriously with a pinch of salt. That night, it was for the first time Greyson had tugged me into bed with a kiss. I wanted more, but Greyson had reminded me of our need of being patient and to gain the trust that father had given us. It was a Saturday morning. I had a big fright of my life when I woke up being surrounded by best buddies. All of them were smiling coyly and each of one of them was holding a present for me. I couldn't help it but to shed a tear, soaking at the moment as they sing "Happy Birthday" to me. They did apologize for celebrating it a day earlier, as most of them had family obligation on the Sunday. I would not by any chance be complaining about it. I am adamant as they are the best as they could be. I hurriedly woke up and gave each one of them hugs and kisses on their cheeks. It was then that I saw Greyson standing at the doorway. Unconsciously I rushed to him and gave him a big hug and a kiss on his lips. It was then that I realized how silent my room was at that moment. I looked up at Greyson, and he had the cutest expression on his face. His cheek was flaming red from embarrassment and yet there was a hint of a smile on his mouth. I slowly turned around and waited for the guys to confront me. They had an expression, of disbelief, shocked and puzzled, while looking at each other and then at the two of us. I knew then it was time to sit them down and explained everything for their knowledge. "Guys, I think you need to sit down and I will tell you everything that is going on." I scanned the room and took a deep breath. Greyson was still standing behind me with one hand holding on my shoulder. "What the hell that we just saw Harry?" That was Jordan, one of the twins. "You're sure do have a lot of explaining to all of us." At that moment, I felt all eyes were boring holes on me and Greyson. And yet, he looked as cool as a cucumber. He was smiling sweetly towards me. I wondered if he was ever trying to hide his uneasiness being confronted by the guys. One after the other, the guys placed the present; they brought for me near the headboard of my bed and immediately occupied every inch of spaces on the bed. Instantaneously their vision fixated on me and Greyson as we took a seat on the chairs that I have pulled from my study desk. Here it goes nothing. I had no other choice than to tell them the truth and nothing but the truth. As I was narrating my love life to the boys, they were sitting there with a Stoic expression plastered on their faces. Were they really that interested with what is going on in my life? "Harry." It was Jordan who speaks first. I turned my head towards him without giving out any reaction. He took a deep breath and continued. "Harry, we knew you have been alone for a while and might be craving for love and attention. However, do not you think you are too hasty to hunt for love without thinking soundly? So much you are willing to accept love from anyone? Not only from any person, but a priest, who will certainly, bring an unjust reaction for you and him." He pauses for a while, looked at me and stared at my face. "I wondered whether, you are aware or not, about the reaction, of the town people to your relationship. "Guys," It was my turned to take a deep breath and compose myself. Greyson's hands on my shoulder to give me a bit of comfort, knowing that he is around and by my side. "I personally would not be bothered by what others might say. This is the path of life that I and Greyson had agreed on, and we knew of any consequences that might befall on the both of us. However, we have pondered and out with it together and decided to pursue with the relationship." "You are just being selfish and only think of your happiness then Greyson. Even so, did father knows about this?" Surprisingly, I began to realize there were no words spoken from the rest of the guys. They seem to like being in the background and to let Jordan do the talking. I was boiling with anger for being accused so blatantly. I could feel my body shivering while a pair of hands immediately wrapped my body to calm me down. "How dare you say that I am selfish when a decision made. and compromised between me and Greyson?" My voice had risen to a pitch higher than normal as my breathing quicken. Instantaneously, two more pairs of hands engulfing me. I turned to see to whom does it belong to. Donovan and Issac had jumped off the bed to hold on to me, trying their best to comfort me. Donovan eyes turned red with moisture, as he had tears forming in his eyes. "I have for the pass year, had wanted and been waiting for the right time to tell you all to how I really feel. I do want you to know that I felt lonely and in need of someone to fill the void in my heart; and yet here I am still without someone and I feel so lost, but what can I do?" I could not hold back my tears no more than it began to cascade down my face like a waterfall. I broke down hard as I felt betrayed and yet, I could never find a word to say. I really do not know how to feel anymore. Greyson had pulled me back, closer to his body as the warmth of the three surrounding me rather comfortably as I began to compose myself. My breathing genuinely stabilized and my body was not shivering anymore. "I know this love seems unreal, but, everything is alright now, ever since Greyson came along. And before him, I had nowhere to run to, I had nothing to hold on to and I came so close to giving it up. I do wonder if you know how it feels being alone. If you could have someone to love, then why should not I have one too? Who is it now that is being selfish? "But you...." Jordan trailed his words as it was abruptly cut short by someone. "That's enough Jordan. Why are you acting as though Harry's had committed a crime?" Everyone startled and jolted with surprised when we suddenly heard father spoke from the doorway of my bedroom. "You are not becoming a good friend like you are supposedly be." Father facial expression was rather sternly. "But father..." Jordan voice trailed in defeat "I am Harry's father and I have given both Harry and Greyson my blessing. My only wish is for them just be who they want be and be happy with the life that they have chosen to live. I would not be bothered with what others might or want to say of them. If Greyson could make Harry, my son, a happy boy, I will give them my life if it needed to. So, it is not anyone prerogative to decide with whom and to who they want to love." Jordan looked defeated and had his head slumped on his chest. Unknowingly, he was shedding tears as his body began to shake, because he was sobbing. I felt really awful and immediately released myself from Greyson arms and rushed to Jordan side. I grabbed hold of his body tightly against mine. His sobs were gaining momentum as he rested his head on my shoulder. "I am sorry Harry." I love you so much as all of us do. I just did not want you to get hurt anymore as before." By this time, I reciprocated with sobbing equally hard on his shoulder as the rest of the guys came too joined in the brotherly hugs. How could I resent them all? They had always been there for me. I do love each one of them to heart. There are not my friends, but more so, my brother. It was them that protected me from the cruel life of being a gay boy. I will never ever going to forget to all that they had done for me. They shielded me from being harassed by others. They came together and be the wall that prevented others from hurting me. It is not that I could not do it in my own, but they were always there when I needed them. From the corner of my eyes, I could see that father and Greyson stands side by side, smiling sweetly while watching the scenario that was unfolding in front of them. I knew then that father was not angry at the boys anymore. Even so, Greyson seem looking rather relieve, knowing that he got the approval from the fab four. "Boys, I think it will be wise for all of you to continue with what was originally planned for today. There is no point in shedding anymore tears and cry on such a wonderful and blessed day. Let's get the party started and celebrate your brother birthday." Greyson had prodded me on the shoulder for my attention. The boys were smiling and nodding their head in agreement. All of us were laughing at the state we are in. Everyone eyes turned red from crying. People said that man and boys do not cry, however my brothers do. "Greyson, it's my party and I cry if I want to." We laughed out loud as Issac burst on singing the song by "Leslie Gore" of the same name. It's definitely a weight off my shoulder and I instantaneously felt relieved to ably clear the misunderstanding that had weight on all of us. Jordan had come up to me to apologize for the way he had reacted to my relationship with Greyson. And knowing the reason behind it had melted my heart away. "Harry, I did not mean to being un-supportive of you in loving Greyson or even anyone. I am just looking out for you in your best interest in my heart. I just, do not want to see you getting hurt all over again." There were tears in his eyes as he was saying it. I hold him tightly as I knew his heart is genuinely sincere in looking out for me. "I love you Harry." He whispered softly into my ears. "I love you too Jordan." I reciprocated. "Thank you for caring." I whispered to him back. "Caring is my middle name Harry." He chuckled while saying it. I felt so much better as though the sunshine had filled my hair as it calmed me down. I am so delighted being able to stand not on my own again. I had the boys, my father and my man, Greyson, in my life. I do not need to run and hide or cry anymore. It's going a wonderful life. Even though the sun going to shine in my eyes and the heat is in my hair as I aggravated on my wonderful life. The party came back to life. Even though it was only the six of us, and yet, it had been the most joyous birthday celebration I ever had. Isn't it lovely being surrounded by the people you loved? There were cakes that the boys had secretly ordered for my favourite bakery in town. It was a doubled layered red velvet cream cheese cake. We also have different flavoured soda drinks like, Dr. Pepper, Coke and Mountain Dew. On the side, father and Greyson had prepared lunch for us boys to savour. It was our most favourite, Spaghetti meatballs. As we seated around the dining table, Greyson had said a special prayer for the special occasion. "Dear Lord, Heavenly father's. We praise you for all the gifts to us, in a special way. We thank you for Harry. Bless him always in your love and bless all of us too, Holy Father; and this food with which we celebrate. Help us to praise you and give you glory; through Jesus Christ our Lord.....Amen! "Amen." All of us repeat in unison." Father and Greyson went off to the living room and to leave us boys to clear and clean the kitchen back to its spotless self. Before long, everything got put in their place and the kitchen was once again in its glorious state. Donovan had brewed some Jasmin tea on the side as he then ushered all of us to the living room to join father and Greyson and to have me to open the presents that they had brought for me. I did not wait any minute longer as I tore open the wrapping papers gleefully one after the other. Jordan and Jayden had given me a new Hewlett-Packard laptop. It was one of the top ranges that they had ever produced. I screamed for joy as I rushed over to them and kissed them on their cheeks. "Harry, this is for you to use in college." I became emotional as I remembered that all of us got accepted to pursue our study at NYU, under different scholarship programme. I tried my best not to cry, however droplets of tear drops manage to escaped my watery eyes. Next, it was the gift from Issac. It was the latest model of Apple watch that was recently released in the market. It's an Apple Watch Nike+ Silver Aluminium Case with Pure Platinum/Black Nike Sport Band. It looks kind of sporty, charismatic and I love it very much. I did also go up to Donovan and pecked his cheeks with kisses. Sitting beside me was Donovan whom anxiously waiting for me with his present in his hand. "Harry, I do not have the means to buy you expensive gifts. However, I treasure and love you so much that make me to decide to give you something straight from my heart." He handed me his gift. I accepted it wholeheartedly. It was rectangular shape and it's wrapped in a beautiful blue wrapping paper. I gently began to peel it open. Slowly, what appeared like a picture frame materialized in front of me. The glass piece was frame by a beautifully crafted wood piece and beyond the glass there was a piece of paper where a poem entitled "BEST FRIEND" written in a beautiful cursive handwriting. This is what it says: "BEST FRIEND" You're the one, who's by my side, when no one else is there. You're the one I can always count on, you always seem to care. You help me through the tough times, and when I've lost all hopes. You cry with me at sad times' and laugh at all my jokes. You never seem to judge me, or ever put me down. You put a smile on my face, whenever you see a frown. You're better than a brother, or more than just my friend. You have a special place in my heart, that's why you are my best friend. By: Donovan I was in tears by the time I've finished reading it. Donovan came to me and gave me the tightest hugged I've ever felt. He used his thumbs to wipe away the tears as it kept falling down my face. It was a melodramatic scene out of a love story. I can only describe it as a 'tremendous labour of love. Father surprised me with my very own car. It was a 2018 jeep Cherokee. It's white in colour. There's a big blue ribbon pasted on top of the roof. It looked so majestic as it parked itself on the driveway. I was thankful, appreciative to father. He held me tight and whispers a happy birthday into my ears. Then there were Greyson. He was standing on the patio smiling and looking rather smart, handsome in his body fitting Nike shirt and black khaki shorts that insinuatingly wrapped his tight and gorgeous bottom to my wildest imagination. I was chubbing in my shorts just by looking at him and his prominently display package. He did not need to give me a gift; he was a gift himself to me. Our acceptance of each other and the blessing we've got from father and the guys was a pure joy to me. However, there is a special gift from Greyson that I need to claim from him on my actual 18th birthday. You just have to wait and see. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 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 . 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