Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2017 08:50:15 +0000
From: Harry Scott Hayden <harryscotthayden@outlook.com>
Subject: "The Priest That was Loved" - Chapter 11 - Whammy

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"The Priest That was Loved" - Chapter 11 - Whammy  (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth)

Harry


Why does Greyson, is a man of delightfully illustrated and superlative? Why
did he have to decide on being a priest? Are not a priest, supposedly, is
old and wrinkled? And not a young, macho like he was at heart and
appealing? He's damn sure a one hot, good-looking and darling priest, I
might say. Not in a million years, I would expect, for him being
homosexual, even though there had been news from around the world about gay
priests living at the convent. At least, he was charmingly kind and
affectionate to me. And I do love every single moment I have spent with
him.

Greyson had been staying in our house for the last three
months. Nevertheless, he had managed to carry his weight around the house
pretty smoothly and along the way, he and I had become closer with
time. Maybe it was due to our age difference. It was only about five
years. Nonetheless, he treated me with much respect, love and kindness. I
was kind of surprised, when father had been so generous enough to volunteer
to accommodate him in our house, within the very first day that he got to
interact with Greyson. But it turned out being one of the best decision he
has ever made.

It came about during a casual conversation at the church ground after the
Sunday mass, when father had asked Greyson about him on staying in the
church dormitories. Greyson immediately expressed his discomfort of the
cramped situation at the church dormitories. He would rather liken to live
among the masses and to be as close to the people. As there were only the
two of us living in a large house, the father eventually offered Greyson,
one of our guest rooms to stay in. Superciliously, it was just beside my
bedroom.


Our house, literally, has been too substantial for just the two of us to
live in. It was a two-story bungalow, and have four bedrooms with its own
private bathroom for the master bedroom on the first floor and two shared
common bathrooms. With one situated near the kitchen area and the other one
on the second floor corridor. On the lower floor, there is a capacious
kitchen with an island in the middle of the kitchen area. It got some
chairs that's placed around it.


A dining room that could fit a long table with 10 chairs, and a roomy
living room with big sofas arranged nicely in front of the 50-inch
television. There was also a reading room where father usually kept himself
occupied with reading the newspaper or the mountain of his medical books
arranged orderly on the shelving.


The best of it all, it did came with a basement that father had it fully
equipped and we did called it as the man cave. On the right-hand corner,
there's a mini bar with a fully loaded refrigerator, stocks with beers and
snacks like chips and chocolates. A man cave would not looked complete
without a pool table on the left-hand side corner of the basement.


In the center side of the wall, mounted the 70-inch television. That's
where all of our electronic gadgets like Xbox console and its large numbers
of it's highly recommended games available in the market. Attached to it
were the hi-end home entertainment system that boost a good quality
surround sound system. This was where me and my four best friends usually
hang around when they did ever come for a visit or sleep over.

When both of my parents bought it, they were thinking of having huge
families consist of two boys and two girls growing up happily in this large
house. However, as fate, my mother passed away while giving birth to their
first child, me. as I'm told by father, it was due to a serious medical
condition that she had suffered when she was pregnant with me.


The irony of it all, she passed away on the operating theater while going
for a cesarean delivery operation, and my father was the doctor in
charged. Being a professional in his work, he did not show any emotional
breakdown in front of his staff, but as I had heard it from friends of my
father, he did have a breakdown pretty bad when he was in his office. I did
occasionally hear him crying in his room when it comes to their wedding
anniversaries and my mother's birthday.

He never did tell me, exactly what my mother was suffering from. However,
on my 14th birthday, he had me seated, and he finally told me why. It seems
my mother was suffering from stage four womb cancer. Her gynecology doctor,
did advise her to abort the pregnancy to save herself. However, she
insisted to keep the baby and forgo all the required procedure for cancer
like radiation and chemotherapy, so that my father will have a child to
call his own.


She was more determined to conceive, when she knew that the baby was a
boy. Just looked at what the boy turned out into, a faggot, a homosexual, a
cock sucker. I did blame myself for the death of my mother. As, it was
because of me that my mother had to die. Nevertheless, my father was the
one who consoled me; I had no part in my mother's death as GOD loves her
more than we do and in exchange, GOD gave him; me to care about. He said it
was a good bargain. As it would either be me or a Harley Davidson
motorbike. And usually; we laughed about it.

We had lived happily ever since. Having each other to love and cared
for. His love for me was everlasting. The day I came out to him about my
sexuality; he just came up to me and hugged me tightly. He had said no
matter what, I am his son first, and he adores me. And whoever I am going
to love, would be welcomed into the family. I invariably wonder if he ever
felt lonely at times. Nevertheless, his unfailingly contagious smile had
been his hideaway of his sorrow.

Greyson was a good inclusion to our small family. He had managed to carry
his weight around the house rather effortlessly. He is a very hands-on type
of person, and he likes to help with the household chores even after father
reminded him many times that he is not necessarily required to do anything
as he was our guest, more precise our guest, that represent Gods
himself. He was not obligated to do anything. However, did he listen, not a
bit as he's still doing it with a huge smile upon his face. He sometimes
buys the groceries and even paid our utility bills without the father
knowing.


>From the very first day, I chance upon him at the church, I had fancied by
him. When we got introduced, our handshake lasted longer than its supposed
to. It send shivers throughout my whole body. Especially, in the region of
my sexual organs, which was the source of my erotic and procreative power
area. Ever afterwards, since he has been my object of my vision of a
perfect sex object during my masturbation session. My Imagination runs
pretty wild with me stripping him piece by piece, of his robe, his coat,
his undershirt, his belt, his trouser and lastly contemplates of him
wearing a boxer short or a tight underwear. His package was always well
hidden by his robe when he was in church.


Nevertheless, the very day, when I physically saw him standing half-naked
as he came out from the bathroom, he jolted my penis to rigidly upright on
impulse in my boxer shorts. Right then, I could ever ejaculated without
even touching myself. Only looking at his toned body with six sculptured
abdomen, that was to die for. His chest was muscular with his prominent
succulent nipples inevitably so arousing, was enough for me to explode with
excitement. All of him from top to midway through, was making me gawked and
drool. I wish that I could look at him beyond his belly button, as it got
covered by the towels, wrap around his waist. Damn! Just thinking about it
always gave me a strenuous erectile, and it needs my immediate attention
definitely.


Being a gay guy and living under one roof with a hot priest would probably
not be an easy task. There would be a lot of sinful temptations, lingering
sexual thoughts in the back of one's mind. Nevertheless, I am sure that
Greyson was straight as a pole man. As he would not ever to decide being a
priest and submitting himself to GOD by taking a vow of celibacy. Did he
really do that? I did wonder was it by choice or something else.


What attracted me about him most, where his general tranquility and quiet
persona and his approachable personality. It was so captivating, and
instantaneously made him becoming an instant celebrity with all the
parishioner. Since he joined the church, the numbers of youth that came for
every mass at the church, had somehow increased by two folds. He's differ
from the old priest, who always talks about abomination of all sinners in
their sermons, but Greyson was like a breath of fresh air to the church
where his sermons, always be about love, peace, harmony and acceptance to
one another despite of all their differences. How more right can he be.


I am not really so sure, to what I could be of any help to the youth
program that Greyson has planned for the church benefits. He did promise
set up, this up-coming weekend, to discuss about it with me. It would be
right after the Saturday services in the morning. By then, all of us would
already be at home and not be doing anything much for the rest of the day.


I have lots of friends to hang out with, but I am not your typical teenager
that would be seen spending their time with their buddies, going around
town or loitering in malls or anything else that a teenager would have
loved to do. Not that I did not enjoy being with my friends as they had my
100% attention when we were in school. However, when I am not in school, I
would love spending my time with my four best friends or being alone with
my dad at home and keeping each other a company. We would just be watching
television, talking about the week's events and about our life in
generals. I would always take that moment to feel the love from my father.


Like I said before, I have constantly been asking father if he ever thought
of remarrying again. His reply was always the same and quite hilarious. "I
will remarry if only the right person comes. However, for now, taking care
of a gay teenage son is enough to get me pretty drained out," he laughed
with his spellbinding and captivating laughter.

"Oh. What you are saying is that, I am a burden to you then?" I was pouting
my lips and looking hurt.


" Yes, it is Harry." He was laughing heartily. " You know what I mean
Harry. You are my world now, and it is my duty as a father to offer you the
best, a father can give. And when you all grown up, I want to be the one
giving you away when you've got married. I am merely teasing with you being
a burden to me. I do really love you Harry and do not ever you forget
that." He continued with a more serious tone.

"I know that father, and you have shown me many times in the course of my
life growing up in your care. You have always put me first before you, and
that is why; I think it's about time for you to find a mate, and to stop on
doing with what you have done all alone in your room." I was boisterously
laughing at him when he silently reached out to me and smacked me in the
back of my head hard, as he laughed at it.

"Hey, what did I do?" smirking at him while rubbing the back of my head.


"What, are you trying being funny with me Harry?" His smile was so
captivating, and I am inevitable that I'm born with the same smile. Not
certain to how did my mom smile though. With that in mind, I am going to
use it to seduced Greyson.

What I have with my father was lots of love and care. It had always been
the way, when we conversed or fooled around as far as my father goes. It
was an open table, and we did not hold back our emotion and all. All this
while, he had treated me with lots of respect and responsibility, and I am
not going to hurt him in any way. I would die in defending his honor and
his life.


In regard to Greyson, I am truly dumbfounded with my feelings. To why I am
falling hard for him and what can I expect from him; I am really not
sure. He was so there for me to love and for him to love me back. Even so,
that lingering sinful feeling was too much for the taking. I am not a
religious person. I only go to church because my father asked me to
go. Nevertheless, I know what was right and what was wrong. And try to make
Greyson to love me back was totally erroneous. For the goodness sake, he
was our priest.

All the while, I had given him flirtatious signals. All the small touches,
the sweet smiles, the glaring and stare, were a direct signal to him. I am
craving for his utmost attention, and occasionally he did give it back to
me. Even so, I am afraid to make any assumption, as I do not want to hurt
him indirectly, or worst, hurt myself all over again. I had enough with
things going all wrong with the guy Jeremy and yet with Greyson, I am
hoping for it to happen expeditiously.


I am what I am and no one can ever change that, not even my father. I have
always been a person who wants to love and be loved. It was what it was,
and father knew that I am coming off age where I will go out and find
someone's special for myself. The only thing was, I already found the
perfect one. However, he was a freaking priest.


Even so, I've already determined, that it was Greyson that I want. It was
not a juncture or an infatuation, but the best achievable true feeling of
lust, love and wanting. As I am getting closer to him by the day, the more
I got attracted to him. He was the full-package of a desirable man whom I
had wanted for a soul mate. However, he was a bloody freaking priest!!!

That very night, I had an unintentional word slip out of my mouth. I did
unknowingly call him beautiful, straight into his face. I got terrified and
ashamed, but surprisingly, he did not overly reacting. However, instead of
him getting angry, he comforted me with the hugs and kisses on the
forehead, when he saw that I am freaking out and was looking so ashamed of
myself. At the same time, he did say that I was beautiful too, and it was
nothing wrong to say it's between us. How can you not to love such a man?


I did manage to reach out both of my hands and to hold around the nape of
his neck and to pull him closer as I kissed on both of his cheeks
tenderly. He did respond to my gesture by making a corresponding one back
to me. However, as he leaned closer to give a proper hug, I'm shocked
beyond believed, as I could feel his manly semi hard penis in his
pants. Feeling it for certain, I began developing an erection on my
penis. And before he could ever get to feel mine straining in my pants, I
quickly parted from him, and he walked away, back to his room.

That night, when I was in my room, I've made a big mess on myself. I can
still vaguely recall, as I entered my room, I quickly took off all of my
clothing and start to stroked my hardening penis through my pants. The
length of my 7.5 inch felt so pleasurable. Even though I've masturbated
countless of time, but that time was extra special as I am able to envision
of Greyson's throbbing penis in my mind as I had a brush of paradise on my
thigh.

While I was stroking my pulsated penis, I slowly make my way across the
room toward my king-size bed. I plopped myself down on it while still
continuing to stroke my hard throbbing penis. It was sensual, erotic and
highly sexual motivated. I used my left hand to caress my body, all the way
from the top of my head, traveling downwards to my face. My fingers were
grazing, caressing and brushing my cheeks, my jaw line and the delicate
lips.

When my hand was traveling down my neck to my chest area, I moaned in
delight as it touched and rubbed lightly when it's passing one of my
sensitive nipples. Alternating motion, in pinching and rubbing it one after
the other, until both got it hard. All the while, my right hand was still
stroking my penis. I did not realize to when did I took off my boxer, as I
am fully naked on my bed.


My left hand took over the vigorous action to my penis, providing the same
stimulating sensual effect. The right hand continued the job of the left
hand, caressing my upper torso and abdomen. It was gently tracing my
sculptured stomach muscle on my body. All the eight of them were touched,
squeezed and grope. It then lowered down and reached my pubic hair. It was
not densely but long enough for my fingers to glide through and for me to
tug on it.


It sent pained and delightful shivering sensation down to my groin area. I
went further down with right hand managed to grab hold of both of my
sperm-filled balls. I started to grab, hold, squeezed and tugging my ball
sack, that added to the pleasures where my left hand had done its job
before.



I switched hands as my left hand was getting tired as the imminent feeling
of sperm geyser wanting to erupt within me was so unbearable. I would not
be able to hold it any longer. As the image of naked Greyson filled up my
mind and kept popping up seductively. It was the last straw for me to hold
on, and it erupted, and I started to ejaculate. Ropes after ropes of my
manly sperm shot from my penis head to all over my upper body. The first
shot landed on the headboard, as the rest covered all over my upper
body. It was definitely intense, as I was breathless when it all ended. I
pulled up my left hand that had sperm lightly squirted on it up to my mouth
and licked it clean.

My whole being, was pervaded by a dreamy languor of my erotic activities
was overwhelming. And the kind of sweet and salty after taste of my sperm
was so fulfilling. It's an inclination towards to taste my sperm ever since
I knew the act of orgasmic masturbation. I felt sticky and messy, due to
the effect of my sperm spreading all over my torso. I've reached over to
the bedside table for generous pieces of Kleenex tissue and wipe myself
clean. The soak tissue of my sperm was then thrown in the trash can by the
computer table where it will get crusty overnight from the dried-up sperm.


The next day early morning, when I woke up, I could still feel the
remaining of the dried-up sperm on my body or was it a new batch of
sperm. I'm not really sure as I did have a good wet dream and getting
aroused in my sleep. If I could call to mind, the dream was all about me
having sex with Greyson. It was so vivid that I might have ejaculated
without even touching myself.


I got up from my bed and then rushes to the bathroom, but not before I wear
back my boxer short. I cleaned myself with a hot shower and a good lathered
of scented body soap. I did stayed under slightly longer, in order for me
to palliative the soreness of my body. After a while, feeling fresh from a
good shower, I dried myself with my fluffy bath towel, brushed my teeth and
went into my room to change into clean clothes and went down to the kitchen
for breakfast.


Greyson and father were already seated at the dining table. They were
chatting casually while eating their breakfast, that the father had made
for all of us, as he did usually. Both stop chatting and simultaneously
turned towards me as they felt my present and said their good morning
greetings to me in a cheerful way. I only managed to reply softly, as I
felt a blushed on my face, when I was looking at Greyson.


As I am able to bring to my mind an awareness of what I had done and
dreamed about last night, I slowly took my seat on the opposite of Greyson
with a broad smile on my face and began to eat my breakfast. However, I am
not able to raise my head for a chance upon looking at Greyson, as I'm felt
pretty embarrassed and not wanting for him or my father to see more of my
cheeks, which was burning warmly from blushing. With that thought, I
intensely kept on staring at my plate while eating.


I sensed great silence emit from around the table. I slowly lifted up my
head and saw that Greyson and father were looking directly at me with an
amused puzzlement expression on their faces. I smile broadly at them both
and returned to looking at my plate and continued eating in a casually calm
and relaxed manner.


I felt a kick in my leg from under the table, and I instantly felt a
tightness in my pants. It was an instantaneous reflex to my penis, knowing
the person that had kicked me. I got another gentle kick on my leg and
looking up to see Greyson smiling at me and a nod from him. I smiled at him
in an appealingly irreverent way. and kick his leg rather hard. I did not
intend to kick him that hard, but it was beyond the controlled of my own
strength.

"Ouch!" he was screaming rather loudly, with a contorted face, which looked
kind of comical to me. He leaned down, presumably to rub on his shin that
was painful.


A sudden screamed from Greyson startled father and he immediately asked
Greyson was everything alright. Greyson blushed and explained that he
accidentally knocked his leg against the table. Greyson gave me a stern
look and yet his prepossessing and enthralling smile, gave him away as we
enjoyed the rest of the breakfast, talking and exchange remarks in a
good-humoured teasing way, with each other.

It took a while for everyone to finish with their breakfast. Nevertheless,
all of us had worked together in clearing all the dirty dishes from the
dining table and to leave it in the kitchen sink, for washing later
on. Greyson was then had to excuse himself and leaves for work within the
church. Seeing that he's already gone, I went up to my room to take my
school bag. Before I left the house for school, I've always kissed my
father on both of his cheeks, whenever he was around for me to do so.

Father was having a day off work, from the hospital. Him in a way that was
easily perceived and understood, needs it badly. He had worked non-stop and
too hard for my liking. Even though, he had not made a complaint about
anything, as he does love his jobs very much. So, for the day of rest, he
got to stay at home to recuperate back his lost strength and energy, and to
do anything that needed to be done around the house. Especially the laundry
as I did not have the time to do it.


I could not wait for Saturday to come. Only means, I get to spend time with
Greyson. With the possibilities to get a hug and a kiss from him and to him
again. There was no harm in anticipating to what I simply can only hope
for.

GOD! Why did you put all of this on me? Are you testing on my faith? Or are
you to test on Greyson's complete trust and confidence in Christianity? If
I am a selfish person, I want him all to myself. To fall in love with me
and for me to confess to him, without any hesitation.

It will be great, my LORD!

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