Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2017 00:26:03 +0000
From: Harry Scott Hayden <harryscotthayden@outlook.com>
Subject: "The Priest That was Loved" - Chapter 14 -Thoughtful Day

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"The Priest That was Loved" - Chapter 14 -Thoughtful Day
(Nifty/gay/Adult-Youth)

Greyson


There, were papers, pens, pencils, and bodies of teenagers, scattered all
around, the living room. They were lying, on the floor or the sofa, with
pens in their mouth and frowns on their forehead. Everyone was, engrossed
in trying to inspire ideas among the youth programmed organized by the
church. As for Harry and me, we were sitting on the long couch close to one
another with the occasional legs touching each other. It gave that
sensational good feeling, for the moment, as we were sitting, side by side
on the sofa.

I took a glance at the living room, scanning every single action the boys
had portrayed. Some were, positioned in a cute disposition. Isaac was lying
upside down on the sofa. His bottom was sitting on the cushion and his head
dangling at the foot, of the sofa. He looked comfortable as his body was,
contorted and flexed like a gymnast. I am, fully, aware that he might get a
blood rushed to the brain if he stayed that way. They were wearing their
thinking caps on, and I was, truly, happy with all the help and it wasn't
as a damper at all as what I had imagined it could be. I was expecting to
have an alone time with Harry, but I mightn't be able to concentrate as my
mind would be, distracted by Harry forms.

Though, the ice-cold peach tea and the cakes had been, eaten, drank, or
ingested and left, with empty plates of crumbs and hollow glasses, yet no
one had managed to give any ideas for the youth program. It's not as easy
as it looks. Ideas do not just pop up in your mind when you want it. The
boys were trying hard to produce one.

"Father Greyson, there are a lot of games that the kids in this area love
play." It's Donovan the geek who broke the silence. Forthwith, every person
in the living room turned to him. "I am not really sure if we are able to
form groups of players in the games. As, it is so diversify." Donovan
sounded worried. His facial features were cute to look at and his eyebrows
were jointed in the middle of, his frowning forehead and his mouth were
pouting. The rests of the guys were nodding their heads in agreement.

"First of all, I am Greyson to all of you, no more of the formalities when
we are among friends. And it is alright Donovan. We just have to think of
few games that the kids can play as a group or as individuals, and we
should not forget to involve the adults too." I've suggested. Everyone
began nodding their heads in agreement again without giving any personal
feedback. They looked like cockatoos on a perch with its head, nodding in
unison.

I noted that Harry was rather quiet sitting, besides, me. As I took a
glance, he looked concentrated, with, frowning lines, on his forehead and
from time to time, tapping the end of, the pen, to his sweet, tender
looking mouth and at times biting the end, of the pen. It's definitely,
that his big brain, churning for ideas. He occasionally scribbled something
on the foolscap paper as an idea came into the frame, and he looked so damn
cute. I did not realize that I was, to an extreme degree, staring at him at
that time. Momentarily, I snapped to reality when I heard someone
coughing. Both of us were leaning our back to the couch, slouching and with
our shoulders touching each other. Feeling the warmth as it radiated from
his body.

Without any of us realizing, the time off the clock shows 4 o'clock. We
definitely, wanting a breather as everyone looked so tired from wrecking
their brains and a break would, certainly, helped. It's no surprised to see
that most of the guys had their eyes closed and Jayden was snoring lightly,
as he laid, sprawling on the carpeted floor. Suddenly, my left, shoulder
felt heavy with something rested on it.

I turned to seeing Harry had leant closer to me and had his head on my
shoulder. I wouldn't dare to move and disrupting the pleasure of him
connected to me, as I was enjoying the closeness. Intentionally, I tilted
my head and land it softly, on top of his head. It was pleasurable, to
breathe in his mint aromatic scented shampoo, that he used and the
softness, of his hair. The comfort that we shared became one of our
precious moments throughout the day sitting on the couch.

After sometimes, I felt Harry stirred with his eyes still closing,
adjusting himself for comfortably and ends up laying his head on my
lap. His body stretches the length on the sofa. Immediately I felt
uncomfortable and uneasy. It got nothing to do with Harry napping on my
lap, but I was concurrently having a hard on, and it's growing in an
alarming rate. I was panicky and was sure that Harry would have felt it any
longer. It's straining in my pants with every second. Instantaneously I
grabbed on a cushion from the sofa, and gently, lifting Harry's head and
put it back down on the cushion that I placed on my lap. Phew, safe and yet
my dick was still begging to let out, of its confinement.

I tried to trail my thought to something irrelevant and preventing myself
from forecasting on the impending situation at hand. Within a few minutes,
it began to subside and wasn't straining any longer. Without me realizing
it, I was periodically and intentionally run my fingers through his silky
flowing hair, pampering him soft caressed. It felt so well and I; myself
felt into a deep sleep. I wasn't sure about the length of time I had been
sleeping with a gorgeous boy snoozing on my lap. I jolted from my serene
slumber, when I felt someone tapping my shoulder and sporadically, been
calling my name.

"Greyson, Greyson." The voice was a bit loud and too vivid for my liking. I
strained my eyes opening it slowly, as I got it adjusted to the main room
lighting. It surprises me to see it was Hayden standing handsomely, still
in his work clothes. He's definitely, a pleasurable and mesmerizing,
good-looking and handsome man. His facial feature was just like Harry; a
manly model chiseled jaw line. Liken to the entire male model displayed in
a fashion magazine and a few wrinkles at the side of his eyes that made him
looked gorgeous. His body was still in its prime state, considered being
young at heart at 40 years old, and he had regularly, gone to the
gym. Definitely, he's an exact replica of an older version of his son,
Harry. Broaden me to smile at my sweetest while looking at him.

"What is going on here? The place looked like a battle field." Hayden
grinned while he scanned the living room. Following his gazed, I looked at
the situated scenario together with him. Both of us chuckled noting that
all the guys were comfortably having a nap in their own respected
area. Suddenly, that's when I realized that Harry was still on my lap. I
tried to move, but Hayden stopped me.

"I think you should stay put, and it seems that Harry is pretty comfortable
on your lap. Just let me get out of my work clothes, and I will prepare
dinner for everyone." Hayden lightly, tap on my shoulder and was looking at
Harry lying comfortably on my lap.

"I can help Hayden." I insisted.

"It's not a problem Greyson. I think you yourself need some time to rest
after all the thinking you have made. Your brain must be screaming for
release." Hayden chuckled. He was right, though talking, about, the
released, but it wasn't my brain but, prominently, in my loin area. Damn,
it's starting to grow again. Think joyful thought happy thought.

"Please do call me if you need any help Hayden." He turned towards me and
just, nodding his head while proceeding his way into his bedroom to change
out, of his work clothes.

As I was moping, while reading up the note that I had been writing and with
Harry sleeping on my lap, the clock off the wall decided to chime. It
indicated 6 o'clock in the evening. While dinner being, prepared by Hayden,
I woke up everyone, starting with Harry. I glided my fingers through his
hair and, softly, called by his name. Slowly, he stirred and stretches his
body at the same time lifting up a bit the seams of his shirt, exposing his
abdomen and his pictorial stomach muscles. He opened his eyes and saw that
I was, directly, looking at him. He flashed me his sweetest smiled, but
jolted up immediately when he realized that he's lying on my lap. His face
turned pinkish from blushing.

"It is alright Harry. You look too serene for me to wake you up. The least
I know that my lap has another purpose of usage. By the way, how was your
sleep?" I've asked as I tapped on his shoulder to grab his attention. He
wasn't able to vocalize as he was in dire straits of embarrassing
mode. Nonchalantly, he turned to looking at me and winked with a wicked
grinned into his face.

"How about you help me to wake up the guys and get them to wash up before
dinner time. Your father has returned from work, and he's preparing supper
in the kitchen." I lightly, squeezed his shoulder, just; enough to grab his
attention back again.

He turned to looking at the chaotic scene in the living room and comically,
began to chuckle. "They do look cute, sleeping and sprawling like that. It
differs from the way they sleep on my bed. All the five of us would look
like pretzels." His laughter was just, so immaculately, cute, and I was,
captivated by it. Instantaneously I joined in the laughter as I crossed my
arms over his shoulder and pulled him nearer to me. It felt so natural to
do that to him. It did not feel awkward anymore.

"Yes, they are Harry. However, they are not as cute as you." I wasn't aware
that I had lightly, pinched his cheek and unconsciously, been flirting with
him. Momentarily, I felt comfortable with all the touching and bantering
with him. He has drawn himself to me like a magnet of opposite
polarity. Dear Lord, he made me feel human again, literally.

"You were jokingly saying that to make me blush." He was, indeed, blushing
with redness, apparently, surfaced on his cheeks.

"Believe me when I said it Harry. A priest will never lie." I gave him a
winked and laughed at his shyness. Silently, I was praying in my
heart. Dear Lord, how much longer are you going to put me to the test? Are
you trying to bring forward, the real me as much as I want to seal it away,
from everyone? If it's, fated, that Harry is the one that's going to, be
mine, I will accept it wholeheartedly. As my Dear Lord, you are the only,
one who knows how I feel and who is the real me. And to you my Lord, I
surrender my faith and my journey of life.

It might be a bit loud as, I and Harry laughed. The guys seem to have heard
it and starting to stir and began to wake up, one after the other. They
were stretching simultaneously like a synchronized swimmer in a pool. It
was so funny, yet adorable.

They looked a bit disorientated as I reminded them it was time for them to
clear up the mess, and to wash up, as dinner was, almost ready to be
serve. They simultaneously and checked the time, and instantaneously; they
began clearing all the scattered peripherals and then, one after the other,
went into the two bathrooms in the house to clean themselves. Harry's was
busy lending his clothing for his friends to wear for the night. It became
chaotic as bodies of good-looking boys, scattering in and around the house.

None of them bring any change of clothes, as they didn't plan for a sleep
over. It was an easy tasked for Harry to distribute his home clothes to the
boys, as they were similar to his size, except for Donovan, who's on the
smaller side. When he wore Harry's shirt and short, it was oversize and did
make Donovan looked like a scrawny little boy. Everyone was giving him a
hard time, laughing at his predicament, yet Donovan wasn't highly, affected
by it. He took it in his stride and laughed along.

It took them about, an hour or so to get ready for supper; we were all
cleaned and washed and make our way to the dining room for dinner. The
living room was, immaculately, cleared of things and looked as it
was. Hayden had already; set up, the table, for seven of us and on the
table, were two large bowls of spaghetti meatballs. It was so inviting and
everyone immediately took a place around, the dining table, with Hayden sat
at the head of the table and me at the other end of it. Surprisingly, Harry
had decided to sit, besides, me pretty, closely, as our legs were grazing
each other. I turned to looking at him, and he flashed his sweetest smile
at me. It was so nerves wrecking to feel lust and yet not able to react on
it.

I was again asked to say grace for tonight, and I began ...

"Bless us, O Lord, Thou giver of all good, Accept our prayers and bless our
food. Grace, Strength and health to us afford. Through, Jesus Christ our
blessed Lord. Amen"

"Amen!" Everyone was proclaiming their devotion.

With due respect, Hayden was, asked first to fill his plate as he was the
oldest and only, then, the boys filled up their plates, but not, after I
had filled mine. How gracious were the boys? They must have a pleasurable
upbringing. It felt so gratifying to be, around, lovely gracious people who
respected each other. Throughout, the time, me being a priest, I have seen,
many instances, where families didn't get along with each other, and
parents weren't strong enough or, even, bothered, to instil excellent
upbringing for their children.

However, these five wonderful boys were full of graciousness, politeness
and respect for other people. Nevertheless, as boys, will be boys, they
will occasionally be bantering and rough horsing with each other. I could,
definitely, assume that they will fight in each other the battle if in time
need be. That's what real friendships are made off.

The pervading tone or mood of the dining table was loud, with everyone
talking and bantering at the same time. It felt like a boy's home with
Hayden being the supervisor, and I am their priest. They joked; they
laughed and bantered with one another. Hayden was, seen smiling and
grinning, looking at everyone and his face was glowing with pride and
happiness. There's this glow of pure love emitting out, of him, as he
looked serene and collected.

The dinner was fantastically fabulous, as the food was, gobbled and
cleared, from the bowl within minutes. Everyone was, truly, satisfied to
get with the second helpings of the spaghetti meatballs. It was heavenly,
delicious and the boys were vocally shown Hayden with much appreciation of
compliments. Even, Jarden and Jorden were saying that it tasted better than
their fathers.

Hayden was seen smiling, throughout the complimentary from the boys, and he
could be, seen blushing with pride. Meanwhile, Hayden and I were, asked by
the boys to move to the living room to rest while they joined effort to
clear the table. Jayden and Isaac were, seen washing the dishes, drying it
and put it back in the drawers and cabinets. Donovan was wiping the dining
table and chairs, as Jordan and Harry were making pots of fresh coffee and
cutting some fruits for everyone to munch while watching television.

As everyone was full, silenced was amicable in the living room. Harry had
dimmed the light down low, and it felt so comfortable and warmed. After, a
few hours, of watching movies, from Netflix, the boys started yawning and
excused themselves to go to sleep, but right, after they had thanked Hayden
for the wonderful dinner. They did promise me that they will continue the
discussion, tomorrow, right, after church.

It left, with Hayden and me, sitting in the living room. Hayden took that
time to break the silence, as he asked me with a question. "Greyson, are
you comfortable staying here?" I was, taken back to the question that
Hayden had asked me. Am I being too, dramatic in my responses?

"Yes, I am Hayden. Noteworthy, I am blessed to have Harry and you, of your
own free will, accepting of me to stay." It's the only diplomatic way to
answer this type of question. I felt worried though if Hayden had a change
of heart and didn't want me to stay. It made me wonder if I ever did any
wrongdoing while I am staying with them. My brain was churning for any
memories of any instances that had unpleasantly, occurred with time.

"We are the ones that are blessed with your grace, Greyson. You might have
not known to how much Harry had changed for the last couple of months that
you are here. He's being his own self, a jovial, energetic and loving
person. And tonight seeing all the boys together do light up the
surrounding atmosphere of this once, a quiet house, from the usual. I felt
elated and gratefully happy, to see my son, Harry to smile and himself
again." Hayden stopped talking and was, in deep thought. He was morphing
into space with a smile hatched, on his face. It was serene and beautiful
to look at and be able to see the love as a father over his child.

"Hayden, as far as I, can see. This house has a lot of love to give and
share. The love that Harry and you have, radiates in this house plentifully
and make it feels so warm. The boys are like another fixture or a missing
piece to a puzzle that completes the house, with joy and laughter." Hayden
turned his head and looked at me with a smile. 'You are the cornerstone of
the house and all that evolved around, are simply, because of you
Hayden. Your heart is pure and loving. No one would ever invite a stranger
to his house, even, if he is a priest. Nevertheless, you did and I am,
blessed being, given the privilege, to feel and receive all that by the
name of Lord Jesus Christ. "

"Thank you for the kind words Greyson. It makes me feel worth of
living. "Hayden chocked of his words as he felt humbled by what I had
said. I do feel blessed and privileged to be gracefully accepted by Hayden
and Harry. In my eyes, they were angels sent from heavens, becoming a part
of me in my journey in life.

With that, we've decided to say our good night and went to our rooms to
rest, as we were feeling, rather tired too. Tomorrow it will be another day
of blessed chaos with all the guys, and we'd better had to come up with
some ideas. And yet, I still have church duty to perform. It's back to a
routine way of life for me. So help me, Lord.


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