Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2017 01:23:48 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest That Was Loved" - Chapter 4 - Angel 1 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ A disclaimer: This story is a fictional story with things that took place or would 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. In addition, if it is illegal for you to read such material in your country, you have been warned. I hope you're taking pleasure in 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 4 - Angel 1 (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth) Father Greyson I was sitting inaudibly at the dinner-table eating breakfast. Mr. Hayden must have woken up pretty early and make breakfast. What I had on my plate was a spread on toasted bread, buttered, two sunny side-up eggs, four strips of crispy bacon, a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice. Nothing was like having a heartfelt breakfast meal of hearty proportions to start the day. It's differed from the daily set up breakfast meal when I was staying at the church dormitories. It basically consists of porridge with some side dishes. Not that I am not thankful for it, but to indulge with fried, greasy bacon strips accompanied with perfect scramble eggs or sunny-side up, will always perk up your morning. "Thank you so much Mr. Hayden. I, totally appreciate it." I accredited him when he passed me my plate, full of the delicious food. It was so mouth-watering, and I could not wait to dig on it. I was just about to ladle the food into my mouth when I heard Mr. Hayden articulating to me. It captured my attention, and I glanced up to see his face with my fork loaded with food, hang in mid-air, inches from my mouth. "Will you impede from calling me Mr. Hayden, Father. Just call me Hayden will be fine." He denoted very humbly to request of me, and he continued, "It is nothing at all Fathers. It is the usual set up that I do for Harry and me." He was standing in front of me looking unctuous and debonair with his body-hugging white shirt and black gentleman's pants that snug perfectly to his body. Mr. Hayden, or Hayden, was not a bad-looking guy at all for a forty-year-old man. He still had that sprightly fervent looks, beaming out of him. His body was a category of on the slim side, and yet he had a modish outlook posture. He did not have any beer paunch. Not really inevitable though as I had not seen him without a shirt before. However, from the way his clothing was enfolding tightly on him, I could only presume him for certain to have a flat stomach with six stomach muscle underneath those clothes, just like his son, Harry. His hair was as blonde as Harry's, and his facial features were just a mirror image of Harry's. He looked perfectly like the older version of his good-looking son. As I had seen Harry's body half-naked, my mind was messing with my head, visualizing the way Hayden's body would have to look like. Damn, both do look so exquisite. I was, of that split second was totally in the zone out with staring open-mouthed at Hayden physical being. I got snapped back to realism when I heard someone coughing and was calling my name. "Father... Father Greyson... is you alright?" Hayden was vocally concerned for a moment. The facial expression was a worried looked with frowning lines set in his forehead. I began to blush when I realized I got caught staring at him. I quickly looked away from him and continued the journey of the midway hanging fork of food into my mouth. It took me a while to respond to Hayden as my eyesight got distracted. Sauntering down the stairway was angel in disguised in Harry's form. It walked with so much poised and buoyancy. His hair looked damp as droplets of water from, the showers, could be seen dripping slowly downward onto his face. He looked perfect in his casual clothing, comprising of a blue tank top that had some graffiti splashed on it, and a khaki coloured cargo pants. The tank top snugly fit him nicely, insinuating his every muscle on his body. His forearm and shoulders exposed, and it ripped with boyish muscle. My eyes trailed down to Harry's lower half of the body. He was wearing a skinny black Jean that moulded nicely to his legs. It had somehow been giving a good definition to his crotch area, which seems rather big for a seventeen-year-old boy. On my mind, I could just imagine his cute bubble butt swinging deliciously and tenuously as he walked towards where I and Hayden were sitting at the dining table. Harry's was categorically an angel in cloaked in a human form. I've not seen one in my life, though. Even so, if I did, I am assured Harry's will be one of them. He was so immaculate and if I looked hard enough, I should have seen an aureole on top of his head and angel wing's expanse wide upon his back shoulders. "Father Greyson? The earth is calling to Father Greyson." I've overheard someone chuckling, as I turned to the source of the voice. Hayden was giggling as I blushed in front of him more. It was so embarrassing to be caught in that situation. "Oh. Huh? What?" I was stuttering as I heard Hayden calling my name once again for the umpteenth time. "Are you alright, Father? You seem to zone out for the split second." Hayden gave me satirical looked with that asymmetric smiled daubed on his mouth. "Oh, nothing I was just thinking about things." Harry already seated precisely the opposite of me at the dining table. Hayden passed him his plate full of breakfast, a glass of orange juice and a glass of milk, exactly the same set up as he did for me. Harry grabbed it from his father and started to chow down his food. Hayden realized that Harry did not even acknowledge me for being at the table; he cuffed Harry on the back on his head. "Ouch." Harry was grimacing with pain as he padded and rubbed the affected area. He gave the looked of repudiated at his father for doing it to him. "Are you trying to be ill-mannered Harry?" Hayden snarled at his son. "What did I do now?" Harry's rubbed his head slowly trying to sooth away the pain. I was smiling looking at both father and son mockingly with each other. I was gawping at Harry and smirked. GOD really spent a little more time in creating him. I was so spellbound by his well-defined looks and everything else that I am seeing in front of me. "What? Whom do you see sitting in front of you? It is a ghost or what?" Hayden was well-tried to cause Harry to acknowledge my existence. I was blushing, looking at Harry. Harry turned his eyes in my direction and saw me staring at him with a blushed on my cheeks. He grinned at me with that angelic smile and spoke, "Sorry, Father. It is my bad. I am not used to having company for breakfast. Usually it is just me and this old fart behind me." Harry laughed out loud saying that. Damn that voice sounded like a hymn in my ears. Suddenly, I heard another smack, and Harry's was rubbing his head again. Hayden was laughing loudly, and I started to burst out laughing as well. After a while, Harry's joined in the laughter and the dinner table were full of joy and laughter. I was really astounded at this family, so much love apportioned among them, and I want to be part of it deplorably. Being at a distance from my original family, made me yearned-for gratify from Harry and Hayden. They are family now, as I am fundamentally living under their roof, and it was my responsibility to safeguard them if the desideratum arises. As all the mirthfulness, the joshing of Harry and Hayden receded. I am suddenly jolted from the realization of all the things I envisioned in my mind. To have that thought of covetous and adulation towards Harry was totally fallacious and irreligious. I felt so abashed suddenly, and I was looking down at my plate as I ate inaudibly. That condemnable perception was not towards Harry or Hayden, but to The Lord Jesus Christ and GOD. I sniffled quietly and silently, not wanting for them to hear me out loud as I started a prayer in my heart while looking down at my fidgeting hands. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I know it's wrong for me to have these feelings and lusts towards Harry. No one knew who I am, the real me as I had more sense than anybody else. You are my Good Shepherd but dear father; I am just a human being with desiderata and emotions so help me Father, My Lord Jesus Christ and GOD! " As I had finished with my breakfast, I immediately excused myself from the table. I've placed my empty plates and cups and glasses at the sink. I've then said my good-bye and left. As I was walking toward the church, my heart felt full of contradicting emotions. Harry unknowingly, regressed to that feeling of love and wanting to be love that had been buried the bottom of my heart the serendipitous way. Once I was out of doors away from the house, I've grasped a deep breath, unclouded myself. I've attempted to liberate my thoughts to things that transpired with my tumult vehemence's. I twirled to look back at the closed door for one last time and then making way to the Lord house. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 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 . @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@