Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:41:21 +0000
From: Harry Scott Hayden <harryscotthayden@outlook.com>
Subject: "The Priest That Was Love" - Chapter 15 - Beautiful Sunday

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"The Priest That Was Love" - Chapter 15 - Beautiful Sunday
(Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth)


Harry

What a day it had been and the night were unquestionably, fabulously
sane. Throughout the whole of Saturday, I had the time of my life, spending
my day with all the men whom I have loved. Nevertheless, the house was in a
phase of chaotic, but it did conveying in the joyfulness, warmth,
contentment and the sense of homeliness to it. My father was undeniably,
the one that was most jubilant with the phantasmagorical locality. He
portrayed a gratified tendency with his smiley, nevus facial revelation. It
definitely showed to how much he was enjoying his time with everyone at the
house. He did love every single one of us and had knowingly been like
adopting all of them into the families.

 It was a bright Sunday morning with the sun shining it glorious ray
through the gaps of the blinds over the window. When I finally woke up, I
took a glance of everyone who was still sprawled and sleeping soundly
across the bed. It was a beautiful and noteworthy sight to remember for
everlasting memories. Every single available space was covered by the
bodies of my best friends. For now, they are my life and my soul. We have
bonded with time, even though we have different personalities, however, the
love that we've shared would always be the bonding agent who's uniting us
in our hearts.

 I've moved to wake them up, one after the other. Simultaneously, ushering
them to go into the bathroom, to freshen up with a bath or
shower. Subsequently, we needed to head down to the kitchen, for breakfast
with father and Greyson. And after that, we would head over to the church,
together, for the afternoon mass congregation. In unison; they were seen
yawning and stretching their sore bodies, grumbling at the same time, as
they were shaken and shoved by me with forced to wake them up, earlier than
they usually do.

 I've no choice, as there were seven of us in the house, and it needed some
major skilful coordination to give everyone's time to use the bathroom. As
always, we went in two's and three's. There was no shyness among us boys as
we usually get unclothed in the shower at school after practice or gym
class. How I wish I could see Greyson uncovered?

As one and all of us had freshened up, and decked with a fresh set of
clothing, wholeheartedly supplied by me, we went down the stairs and
trudged across the living room, in a pack, towards the kitchen for the
morning meal. Along the way, we could undeniably smell the delectable aroma
of food being cooked, emitting out from the kitchen. As we came within the
kitchen area, we saw father and Greyson was already there. They immersed
themselves with the preparation of scrambled eggs, bacon and sausages in
the frying pan. The bread was lightly toasted with butter and blueberry jam
on the side. There was also a pot of coffee, a jug of orange juice and a
jug of cold fresh full cream milk for everyone who desires for choice.

"Well, good morning boys." Father and Greyson greeted us as they saw us
entering the kitchen.

Chorally, we greeted them, "Good morning Mr. Hayden and same to you too,
Greyson." We instantaneously took our places around the table. Right after
we helped to set the table with forks, spoon, knives and glasses for the
drinks.

Everyone was enjoying their meals and was asking Greyson, father and me, if
we had a change of dress clothing for them to wear to church. Unpredictably
Greyson walked off to the living room and came back to the dining area with
a change of Sunday church attire for everyone. All was flabbergasted as
they saw Greyson was holding their very own clothing. Father had joined by
Greyson's side and explained.

"I had taken the liberty to call all of your parents yesterday night, as
none of you did, to notify them that all of you are here for a sleeping
over." He grasped a deep breath and continued, "Even so, I also had
instigated your parents to bring in your church clothing this morning for
you to change. Eventually, we can all go to church together." Father
glances at all the smiling faces around the dinner table.

"Thank you so much Mr. Hayden and you too, Greyson." Everyone vociferated
in unanimity.

"Wait a minute, what did Greyson had to do with this?" Father, pronounced
angrily at the same time, he tried to hide the smile developing on his
face.

"Well Mr. Hayden, Greyson did help to bring our clothing to us." Donovan
the geek, nonchalantly replied, "So he did entitle for the effort he shows
us." By now, everyone was either laughing or chuckling at Donovan banters
with father. Donovan blushed as he became the centre of attraction.

After everyone finished eating with their breakfast, they once again helped
to clean up the dining table, its area and the kitchen, in a short-period
of time. It looked implacably spotless. The boys then went to the piled of
clothing that was placed on top of a side cabinet by the wall and took off
their own individually. Greyson and father were surprised with what the
boys did next to them both. Without they had realized, the boy's actions
had their teary eyes. One after the other, the boys had walked up to them
and gave them a hug and kisses on their cheeks as a way of saying, thank
you for everything.

All of us went up to my room to change, and everyone was looking
well-groomed and formal. They, furthermore, smelled as pleasantly
invigorating as they emptied up, my bottle of Davidoff Coolwater body
mist. I gave them a pouted face when they showed me the empty
bottle. Discretely, Jayden came up to me and promised that he will get one
for me for my forthcoming birthday. I smiled delightfully to him and gave
him an impervious hug when I heard what he said.

As ready as we were, Greyson and father called for us to hurry up as they
were about to set off for church. We had decided that we were going to walk
there together. Before that, father had set up a self-timer camera to take
pictures of us with each other at the stairway, and it was going to be the
best-looking picture of all.

During church services, due to the heavy breakfast, the boys were not able
to dress the ore throughout the sermon. Nearly every single one of them was
yawning, and Jordan was even, caught dozing in his seat. All of them had
decided to sit alongside each other with us, instead of with their own
family and that really caught me by surprised. Not that it matters, but
kind of not envisaging it.

What`s keeping me awake was seeing Greyson's standing behind the podium,
suited handsomely in his priestly robe looking like pleasing eye candy and
proud. He was engrossed in spreading word of wisdom about love,
acquiescence and consecration in Christianity and of the Lord teaching, to
the whole congregations. His voice was melodically sound upon the ears, and
everyone was seemed spellbound by it. Greyson was the only one that entraps
my utmost attention throughout the ceremony.

Father, on the other hand, was busy trying to keep the guys from dozing
off. It was rather hilarious seeing father nudging the guy's one after the
other.

All ended posterior to the hymns being sung and prayers were
emancipated. The parishes started to leave the church premises. The entire
priest was standing around at the main entrance to the church, to convey
their heartfelt gratitude to the masses for attending. As for the guys,
they did go home with their families and had promised me that they will
come by the house during the late afternoon to complete the
conversation. We did manage to make some progress with a few promising
ideas to be debated on later.

Father informed to Greyson, that we would wait for him, on the pedestrian
sidewalk. Father was taking me and Greyson, out for the midday meal. It
would be at a not far away restaurant that served delicious Italian gourmet
food. If you needed to know, its Jayden and Jordan's family owned.

Greyson supplicated us to give him about half an hour for him to clear his
things and will meet us at the restaurant. Greyson seemed surprised when he
saw us still standing at the pedestrian walkway looking at him running out
of the church front door. Without a doubt, he looked dashing and handsome
in his pressed suit and tie.

We continued to walk casually side by side along the pathway, to the
Italian restaurant. It was not that far from the church ground. As we were
sauntering, with me being in the middle, I got bumped by either Greyson or
father on occasion. From a distance, the three of us mirrored to a pinball
machine with me being the ball. Was it done on purpose by Greyson and
father? It did not matter at all as I was thrilled to be with both.

As we were kinds of feeling exhausted, we did not take too much time eating
at the Italian restaurant. However, we did piquancy the food that was
exquisite mouth-watering. It's authentic, original recipe and palatable. It
gave us the feel that we were actually in an Italian restaurant in a rustic
town of Pinnacle in Italy. The conversation among the three of us was
fluent centred on our life and expectation and the youth program.

"So guys, what progress have you made to the youth program?" Father queried
as he took sips on the hot cup of Cappuccino.

"Well, the guys had come up with a few good ideas, like having stores that
sell products that have youth interest the most." Greyson was seen being
passionate about the topic. "And we decided to invite youth from other
towns to join us and to form a group of different ages for a game of the
tele-match, while representing the individual district." This was the
closes; I have ever seen Greyson talking with a twinkle in his eyes. He's
definitely passionate and heartfelt to his commitment to the
youth. Silently, I began to adore him for evermore.

"Wow guys that will undoubtedly be a fun-filled day. It can be an
inducement to get populated from the different municipality and precinct in
coming together as an allied community at the same time as having fun."
Father acknowledged to Greyson's brilliant ideas. I was impressed and
spellbound with utmost admiration towards Greyson mesmerizing aura.

"Nonetheless, how are we even going to manage a sponsorship? It
unquestionably needs a great amount of money to organize for such a big
event. The church is providing me with twenty thousand dollars to
use. There were still invitation's pamphlets, to be created, printed and
circulated to the town's people." Greyson paused as he took a deep breath
and continued, "We also have to initiate extensive promotion to
establishments to capture their interest in renting space around the venue
to sell their wares." Greyson was looking rather sad as he was overwhelmed
by the responsibilities that hang on him. It saddened me to see him that
way as I was intensely looking at him.

"Harry, Harry, are you with us son?" I was snapped from my day
dreamed. Father and Greyson were looking at me grinning at them. I was
actually goggling at them and was just immersing the pontificated that they
were having. So, when my name was called unexpectedly, I jumped a bit from
shocked.

"Harry, are you alright son?" Father showed his concerned looked with a
couple of frown lines developing on his forehead.

"Did you say or asking something of me, father?" I smiled at him.

"I did Harry. I wonder if the student body of your school could be rendered
in helping Greyson with the organizing of the Youth Program." Father was
waiting for an answer. I looked between Greyson and father a few times and
nodded. "Greyson and I will have a talk with the Mr. Brodie the school
principal about it tomorrow."

"That will be great fathers. I think the student body would not mind
helping with organizing and promoting the event to the town people. But
father, how about the people from other towns?" I queried. "This event is
going to be the best that ever happen in our town, if it becomes a
success." I reiterated.

"It is inevitable going to be that way Harry. You do not have to worry
about that son. I will submit a proposal during the parent's meeting on
Wednesday. I doubt that they will disagree to help the church to make the
event a success." Father took another sip at his coffee. "As for the
sponsorship, just let me worry about it." Greyson was attentively hearing
me and father conversing on our thought as he was taking notes written on a
piece of napkins.

"Hayden, you have no idea to how grateful I feel right now. I am speechless
to begin with. You, Harry and the boys had willingly been taking time to
help with the program. Without all of your help, I am not sure if it could
be a success. The people from this town have been very receptive of me to
be their priest. I do hope, in the process of it all, lots of people from
all ages, could be a unified community, despite their diversities of race
and religion" Greyson drew close to tears, analytical the probabilities
that it was going to be an attainment. His voice became chocked with
emotions as his eye was developing tears.

"It would be a contentment of mine to help you the best as I can. The
minutest, Harry would not call me antiquated and immobile anymore." Father
laughed at his own statement.

"Since whenever did I ever call you old and immobile? You're making me to
look like a bad person, in front of Greyson." I protested and pouted my
lips. Father reached over to me and ruffled my hair hastily. He laughed off
louder than all of us. Greyson was laughing along with him, and it made me
smiled to see him not emotional anymore. There was a sense of relief and
tranquillity shown on Greyson's face.

We've ended our time in the restaurant with a full stomach and a hearty
soul. All the time spent together, the three of us, was always magical,
wonderful and fulfilment of pride and joy. Greyson became a big part of
this family. And I did hope it would last forever and ever with me and him
continuing our life together until we aged. You all knew what I meant
right?

In the eventide, the guys came to gather at the house. I relayed to them on
what Greyson, father and me had articulated at the restaurant, while eating
our lunch. The guys were ecstatic to fathom that things had commenced to
move forward. They vow to drudge zealously hard to make all of it
materialized. Throughout the late afternoon and night, they had come out
with a rough delineation of activities on the impending day, and Greyson
was tasked to draw up a proposition to be presented for the school, the
student bodies, the parent's community and the church.

I took a glanced at Greyson, whom was sitting beside me with a big smiled
plastered across his face. I knew that he felt grateful with all the help
he's gotten from all of us. He did not ask, but we've volunteered to do. We
were so taken by his indefinably good nature. I silently made a vow to
always be there, whenever Greyson needed me, be his pillar of strength,
liken a woman behind the great man, the tower pillar of support and be a
shoulder to cry on.

Damn, all of these sensations and emotion I've got for him, does make me
feel like a woman. Do I mind, not at all? I am obligated if I am ever going
to be his.

"Dear Lord, do bless us with all the courage and strength, in order for us
to carry out these noble duties you have impounded upon us all. Bless our
souls with love and gratitude for helping with the project and making it a
success, Amen."


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