Date: Thu, 26 Jan 2017 03:10:53 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest That Was Loved" - Chapter 7 - Sinful Affection @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 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 7 - Sinful Affection (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth) Harry It was late in the afternoon, I had just finished school and as usual, had met up with four of my best friends, Jayden, Jordan, Issac and Donovan, to walk home together. We've decided to walk through the town area just for a change of view from our usual route that was through the back field of the school. Which, by the way, was much nearer to all of our homes. As casually as we were walking, chatting about our days event, laughing at things that are funny, I suddenly heard my name being called out repeatedly. I wondered for a little while and was straining my ears as I tried to recognize its owner. "Harry! Harry! Harry!" That voice, that angelic manly voice, I knew to whom its belong to as I got a clearer tune into my ears as it was calling to me. I abruptly stop walking and my friends got startled by my action. They saw that I was smiling nonchalantly and grinning to myself. I turned around slowly towards the voice, from where it came from. Then, I saw him as he was frantically waving at me, beckoning for my attention. And he's sure going to get that attention he warranted. When I saw his handsome; very attractive face, I'm astonished and immediately turned to my friends to bid goodbye and walked towards him hastily while trying not to look too eager to reach him. "Sorry guys, I have to go." All of my friends had no time to react before I was already a distance away from them. As I was walking away, I felt my arm being pulled back and it abruptly stops me from my tracked. I turned to look and surprised to see Donovan was the one holding on to me. He was kind of out of breath as he might have jogged up fast to catch up with me. "Harry, where are you going?" Donovan questioned me in his breathless state. I look up beyond him and saw the rest of the guys was still standing there, gorgeous as ever. I looked down to Donovan as I grab his right shoulder with my left hand and said, " Hey buddy, I need to go see Father Greyson and see what he wanted for calling me." Donovan shifted a step to the right and scanned the figure standing a distance behind me. He returned to his original stand post and looked at me while smiling. "It's that him Harry, the priest that you have mentioned to all of us?" I nodded in response. "He is sure so good-looking." He chuckled and winked at me while he was saying it. I grabbed his right shoulder a bit tighter to make him feel the pressure and lightly flicked him on his forehead and I laughed at his reaction of rubbing his forehead with his hand and his face squirmed with pain. "Ouch! Harry, that's hurt!" Donovan pounded my chest lightly with his left hand. I pretended to cough out loud and he began to panicky. Donovan was really an adorable guy and a good looking nerd too. All the guys knew about my sexuality as they were there when I got hurt and humiliated by that someone whose name I cannot say. Hahahahaha... I just love the dialogue from Harry Porter. And I also knew of the guys sexual inclination, except for Donovan as off and on he had given us mix signal to the real him. Among all of us, he was the closes to me, where sometime when we were in a crowded place, he will squeeze his way around the people and stand beside me while clinging himself to my arm. I turned Donovan around to push him away from me and swatted his buttocks ushering him to go to the rest of the guys and be on their way. He walked away from me while rubbing his swatted buttock area. The guys were laughing at him and waved at me to say goodbye. As they left, I began to go ahead in the direction to where Greyson was standing. It amazed me to see him standing there with his eyes gazed upon me. "Father.... Father Greyson..." I called out his name couple of times, but he did not reply. He's seems got caught in a trance and transfixed on something, as yet, he was looking directly at me. His mouth was slightly open, his beautiful eyes were staring into my eyes as his body was behaving in a way that is intended to impress of his manly stature and makes me want to jump on him. He snapped back from his daydream with the slightest blushed on his face. He looked so cute and adorable. And the looked he gave me at that moment was something that I would remember for the rest of the day. Yes, only the day as there's going to be other days with different looks for me to remember.... Hehe. His eyes filled with lots of love, compassion and maybe a hint of lust. It was glistening clear as a blue sky, with a twinkle that opens up to his purest souls. How do I know about all of this, just say it was a gay guy hunch. "Oh.... oh... Sorry Harry. I was just caught up at the moment." I chuckled hearing him stuttered. It was the cutest thing ever. Damn.... I was strongly attracted to him.... damn. "It is okay Father, I heard you called for me, so what's up?" I gave him my biggest a million watts smiled as I could manage and tried to look as cute as possible for him. Did I try too much and am I openly flirting with him? Damn... I do hope he caught the drift and up with the hints. I do realize, it was absolutely impossible for a priest like him, to ever fall in love with a guy, but, a gay guy had to do what he needed to do, right. Are there even slightest possibilities for a man of cloth being gay? There was no harm in trying and to never say never, as only time will tell. Let it be known as my sinful affection. Literally, he was asking me if I wanted to join him for an afternoon break, consist of some sandwiches and drinks, in the little deli shop around the corner. He said he wanted to discuss certain things with me and needing my help to make it a success. Instantly I agreed. Who wouldn't agree to it as only an idiot would reject an offer from a gorgeous man like him, for inviting you for sandwiches and drinks. Just assumed it as a little in prompt to date. When we reached the door of the deli shop, he gentlemanly opened the door for me and ushered me to walk in. I was move with sudden lurches with tingling sensation as he put his hand on my lower back, inches away from my buttock as he tried to usher me into the deli shop. The deli shop was kind of cozy and warm. It lingers with the smell of freshly bakes cakes and cookies from the oven and fresh brewed coffee from the coffee machine. They sell a lot of items, from decorative cakes, beautiful crafted cupcakes, multi flavor cookies and a cold counter for sandwiches. There were the usual cold cuts off, beef, bacon, chicken, turkey, salmon and prawns. The tossed salad was exquisitely made with whatever green in seasons and the rest of the condiment's. There were also about 15 tables and chairs were set up for dine in patrons. I tried not to overly react and just casually walked in as normal as I can manage with a slight shiver to my swag. He was still pushing me into the deli, after he realized that his hand was placed on my lower back, he quickly disengaged himself away from me. Damn it, I've lost the warmed touched of his hand. When I look at him, he was blushing and was looking down on the floor, like he was looking at something impressive and attractive with pleasure right on the floor. "Do you know that you look cute when you are blushing." I gave him my honest remarked and yet I laughed heartily as though it was an overly funny joke. He laughed shyly with me as he tapped me with his right hand on my left shoulder to calm me down. Ahhhh.... and the warmth of his touched returned to my body back again. We were already at the ordering counter, we've ordered our sandwiches and drinks and move to an empty table, situated by the large open window. I have tried to pay for the meals, but it was stopped by him with a touch of his hand on mine. I also did make a comical remark about me getting free food if we always did meet together for meals. But what he said next in his replied, put a smiled at my face. " If it will make me get more spending time and talking with you, I do not mind it at all Harry." He acted calmed and collective in his casual way and as though he had spoken straight from his heart, I presume. I did not know exactly how he feels after saying all that, but he looked rather serene. Shyly I replied, " I would really love that to Greyson. Getting to know you and talking with you while finding common ground and interest that we might share and do together.," A deep blushed was visible on my cheeks. The redness should have been rather protuberant, as I was pretty fair skin. But when he teased me by saying, "You do look cute too when you are blushing." I immediately looked up to his face completely baffled, yet I'm beguiled by his dimples and chiseled jaws. I am falling in love with him on the spot. He slides down the length of the sofa and place his tray of food down on the table in front of him, he had motioned for me to sit down. But instead of me sitting on the opposite side of the sofa and facing him, he had rather a surprised expression on his face when I sat beside him on the same sofa as he was and place my tray of food on the table too. For me, I want to feel closer to him as much as possible, for an obvious reason, and only God's knows why. I won't get to feel it if I was sitting on the opposite side of him. He did not push me away or show any signed of indignation. We began to converse and ate our sandwiches, while looking at each other sideways. It was not that so comfortable to strain our neck, but it was truly worth it and the conversation flows smoothly, mostly on general topics and about each other. While that was happening, our arms would touch lightly and gently once in a while against each other, as the sofa was not that long, we pretty much were grazing each other bodies. Not sure if it was on purpose or not. But the most intense feelings were when our legs touch and rub each other, deliberate on my part. As the touches continued, it gave my penis to erectile on the spot and my brain to go overdrive with sexual thought. It felt uncomfortable yet arousing. The protrude to an incongruous extent on my pants would be visually visible if I were to stand up. The conversation had gone rather formal with me calling him, Father Greyson all the time, but he wanted me to stop calling him, Father Greyson, as it was too formal for the both of us youngsters and he wanted me to just call him by his given name Greyson, which I unquestionably love it. After a short, non awkward moment, we continued talking, but nothing about the things that needed for us to discuss. It's alright though, it only means that it was not that important in the first place. I am not very sure of its importance, but I am enjoying myself being acquainted with him by my side. We've finished eating, cleared our tables and went out from the deli side by side. Turning to him, I reminded him that he did not convey the things that need discussing. Due to the fact that he was enjoying my company and he had totally forgotten about it. We agreed to talk after dinner tonight at home. I again reminded him, do not be late for dinner. He nodded his head and I suddenly bound up to him and hug him tight. Feeling his manly tone body closed in my arms. I do not know where did all the bravado came from, but I did not regret it at all. He looked surprised, but he slowly reached up both of his hands and wrapped around my body and hold me in a tight embraces. All this closeness gave me a hard on again and I immediately pushed him apart gently and walked away while waving to him. I kept my body to face away from him so to prevent him from seeing my bulging pants. He waves back at me and smile angelically. I've reached home and father's car was not in the driveway, which indicated that he's not back from work yet. Hastily I went directly up to my room, locked the bedroom door and take care of my impending erectile of my sexual organs with Greyson on my mind. My school uniform got quickly stripped off my body in a world record time. And my athletically muscular naked gay body felt sexually aroused, sprawling on my king-size bed. The warmth of his body, still lingered on my body together with his manly captivating scent, makes me horny and my penis to get harder. Both of my hands were caressing every inch of my body. It was so stimulating, arousal and my penis were requesting for my immediate attention. It was straining, standing vertically hard on my body. My nipples were hard from the sensitive touch of my grazing fingers. I've reached for my penis with my right hand and vigorously stroking it continuously hard. Due to the stimulation and of my mind groped with a vision of naked Greyson, it's oozing lots of pre-cum, making my penis head glistening shiny and silky smooth to the touch. My left hand began messaging my ball sack to stimulate and make it to produce more of my man juice. at the same time, giving my dick the extra lusty sensation. It did not last that long as I wanted it too, but the feeling of orgasm and wanting to ejaculate had reached its peak. I began to breathe harder and faster, with the occasional moaning sound came out of my mouth. The stroke on my penis goes faster and more vigorous and within a few more of hard strokes, I intensely ejaculated with shots after shots of my semen splattered and sprayed all over my body, some of it even landed on my face and the bed headboard. Feeling contented, pleased and relieved, I've stretched out an arm for the towel that I've kept out of sight from anyone right under my bed to clean up the mess on my body. The towel had already felt crispy with all the dried semen from my earlier adventures and it's never been in the washer for cleaning. Feeling satisfied and deprive of strength and vitality as I lay exhausted on my bed, I sense that my room starts to smell of fresh semen. I quickly went to the window and open it wide to air the room. It took a while to get rid of the mixture of smells of fresh and dried semen and the distinct smell of my body perspiration after a vigorous work out session. I wonder if the father ever realized of the scent of my room when he was in here.... damn. After checking that I had thoroughly cleaned myself of semen and there was no other traceable evidence on the bed and the room smell fresh as ever, I raised from my bed and walked out of my bedroom with only a towel wrapped tightly around my waist. I headed towards the bathroom to shower and get myself absolutely fresh and clean for my man Greyson, whom I am going to have the pleasure to meet and socialize at dinner time. With what had happened in the bedroom, I simply could not wait to see his handsome face soonest. Throughout the time Greyson had stayed with us, I had developed that immaculate dream of love and wanting to be loved by him. My longing for him was so extreme that it hurt me deeply inside as I knew that I will never get him to love me as I had fallen in love with him. Simply because he was a Priest. It's so seeming difficult to deal with in prospect and intimidating to realize of the truth to be told. I'm calling all of my beings to him as a Sinful Affection.... Damn! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 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 . @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@