Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2017 00:35:39 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest That Was Love" - Chapter 3 - Silent Attraction @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ A disclaimer: This story is fictional story with things that happened or will happen to Greyson and 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 3 - Silent Attraction It's Monday morning break during the day, and it did not seem to bring the best of anyone's mood. It's been putting an impediment to everyone to begin with their daily life. Nothing was any different with Harry. He still felt like crap to waking up on Monday morning. He wished that the weekend last longer. Harry's bedroom was filled with a cacophony of deafening alarm bells. It was obnoxiously disturbing his peaceful slumber. He wanted to sleep in late in the day, but he had unremembered to adjust his alarm clock the night before. Still, with his sleepy eyes only half close, he whammed his right arm and shut the alarm clock back to silence, giving the bedroom that peaceable ambience once again. Without a conspicuousness choice of action for Harry to wiggle, yawned and stretched his stiff body. He rolled himself to the edge of his king-size bed and lifted himself up. He gave his aching body; one last stretch and then got himself to make his way out of his room toward the bathroom. He's going to take a cold refreshing shower as any other morning. Certainly, it would jolt him from his siesta drowse. He trudged like a living dead with his head hanging low and lagging in his feet one after the other to make himself to move. He's making a great effort to reach the bathroom door. As he was about to turn the doorknob, he got startled when the door swung open, standing on the other side of the bathroom doorway, was an impeccably ravishing human being ever sculptured by GOD himself. Looking enchanted at that person, he acclaimed that GOD must have spent a little more time sculpturing him. Father Greyson was standing with a stupefied embodiment in his face. His jet-black hair was trickling with droplets of water, as it cascaded streaking down his well-defined face. Harry instantaneously, reciprocated by skimming downward at the Father Greyson face. He heeded Father Greyson slightly thick eyebrows that sit on the top of his set of deep-ocean blue eyes that kept him fixated. Harry's eyes went trailing further down, to the Father Greyson sharp nose and the set of deep dimple on the cheeks. It insinuated his high cheekbone's profile, giving him a rough model kind of looks. His lips, oh GOD, his lips were perfectly aligned and was super inviting for a kiss. Harry's eyes were still drifting as it got further down; caressing Father Greyson toned upper body. Harry's tarriance eyes caused a stop in the Father Greyson upper body area. As it beguiled with Father Greyson's slightly brownish coloured nipples. That bit patched of manly hair in the middle of the chest, and it made him look salacious. Harry's eye's prologue scandalizing down, to the Father Greyson flat stomach, where his six pieces of muscle moulded perfectly to his body. There was the trailed of refined black hair, that traced down from his button like navel. It extended at the top of his towel edge that was wrapped tightly around his slender waist. Damn, Father Greyson looked so perfectly fine to Harry's. He wished he could look further to where trailed of hair might bring him. Well, obviously to the object of his desirable dream. He could see the slight tent in front of the towel, and it was messing his mind with lots of sexual erotic visualizations, and he wanted so much to reach out for it, but he was frozen still. Father Greyson makes an airy, soft cough, as albeit he was clearing his throat. It immediately snapped Harry's back to existence. He indistinct the word sorry and beamed charmingly at Harry. It was equitably loud enough for Harry to hear it. Father Greyson walked pass Harry to the guest room where he's been situated. Harry instantaneously, whirled around to gaze at Father Greyson. Taking in with his eyes, the seductive view of Father Greyson wrapped bubble butt, swinging left and right simultaneously with a sexy swag and a bit of a jingle to it. Without realizing it, Harry was licking his lips, enchanted by what he perceived at that moment. Father Greyson had reached his bedroom, but before he went in, he pivoted around to glance at Harry. He was astounded to see Harry still standing at the front of the bathroom door. He noted that Harry was staring at him with lots of intensities as Harry's handsome face, manifesting enticement. He smiled broadly and charmingly at Harry for one last time. Then he turned around and entered his room, while closing the door slowly. The instant Father Greyson was in his room; he then and there rested on his back against the bedroom door. He could feel his heart reverberation strenuously pumping out of licentiousness. His mind was trying to take domination when Harry's eye was undressing his graven body. He got nothing to be abashed of. He was presumptuous of the way his body had been full-blown. His hours at the gym, had yielded with the most satisfactory result, just like the way he hankered for. He disseminated widely as he mused analytically of Harry hither and thither, when he was goggling at his body. He liked it, no, no; he was unequivocally, freaking, loved it. Father Greyson was startled to see Harry as he was coming out of the bathroom. As Harry was just within his arm's length' he could see Harry in his full buffs. Harry was half-naked, as he was clad only in his boxer short. Harry's toned upper body captivated him. His bath towel and a pair of fresh boxer short was slung over his right shoulder. His eyes were peering intensely at Harry's deep brown eyes. As it drew him to gawp at the personable face in front of him. He knew what Harry was giving him. He gave a looked over, and he reciprocated at Harry's self - being, conspicuously in the area of his midriff. Being a sport person, Father Greyson knew that Harry had been taking care of his body development. The result was impeccably alluring. Harry's body was evenly proportioned, as every single muscle on was beautifully crafted and modeled to his body. Harry was sure of a fine piece of man standing in front of him. His semi nakedness was a beauty in Father Greyson's eyes. As his eyes move further down, Harry's impending morning hard on being obviously visible. In an instant, his mind was being corrupted with images of sexual tendencies. Father Greyson knew it was wrong for him to have that wandering sultry mind on Harry's. Nevertheless, it could not be avoided. The house; it reminded him of Harry's, and it got more sexually stressful, when Harry was around him. In all the time, he worked with the youth, back at the parish in New York City; he did see a few good-looking chaps that have drawn his attention. However, it was not as strong as he was having toward Harry. Harry had that different effect to him. He tried not to overly, indulge into Harry's existence, but Harry's had captivated his mind and heart throughout. The only way he could see Harry, was as a complete package for GOD creation. He's good-looking, smart, self-confidence, polite, respectful and loving. That was how highly he looks up to Harry. As the days gone by, he knew it would not be easy to resist temptation. Father Greyson did look forward to more to happen between him and Harry. He knew what he desires, but his situation does not allow him to. He's defeatist to the decree of God. He yielded over everything that transpired and will betide at the authority of GOD. It caused him to wonder if he did make the right decision in becoming a priest. Father Greyson did on occasion feel suffocated with all the love and affection he had toward Harry. However, it's the only thing that gave him that sense of reality of being a human. Life as a priest could be lonely at times, as it awaited your full devoutness to GOD and Lord Jesus Christ. At the same time, Harry was standing looking stunned at the bathroom door. He could not believe what he was seeing and feeling. It triggered that loving feeling within him. That was the first time he ever got that close with a semi-naked Father Greyson, and with the opportunities to admire at that Godly body of Father Greyson, it stimulates his groin region and gave him a hard on. That imaged of Father Greyson half-naked will definitely play a bigger part during his morning than usual masturbation ritual. To Harry, Father Greyson was definitely a fine man. He was having a major crushed over him. No one ever stirred his emotion so endemically. His encountered with Jeremy, made him hard for him to trust anyone, anymore. Then, came Father Greyson into his life as it rustled his innermost self-emotion. It felt fallacious, nevertheless; it felt so equitable too. To Father Greyson, it was a love at first sight moment. The day his hand touches Harry's for their initial handshake, it gave him the goose bump and tingly feelings. His heart was achingly lusted for Harry's affection. GODDAMN IT! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 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 . @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@