Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2017 00:35:39 +0000
From: Harry Scott Hayden <harryscotthayden@outlook.com>
Subject: "The Priest That Was Love" - Chapter 3 - Silent Attraction

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"The Priest That Was Loved" - Chapter 3 - Silent Attraction

It's Monday morning break during the day, and it did not seem to bring the
best of anyone's mood. It's been putting an impediment to everyone to begin
with their daily life. Nothing was any different with Harry. He still felt
like crap to waking up on Monday morning. He wished that the weekend last
longer.

Harry's bedroom was filled with a cacophony of deafening alarm bells. It
was obnoxiously disturbing his peaceful slumber. He wanted to sleep in late
in the day, but he had unremembered to adjust his alarm clock the night
before. Still, with his sleepy eyes only half close, he whammed his right
arm and shut the alarm clock back to silence, giving the bedroom that
peaceable ambience once again.

Without a conspicuousness choice of action for Harry to wiggle, yawned and
stretched his stiff body. He rolled himself to the edge of his king-size
bed and lifted himself up. He gave his aching body; one last stretch and
then got himself to make his way out of his room toward the bathroom. He's
going to take a cold refreshing shower as any other morning. Certainly, it
would jolt him from his siesta drowse. He trudged like a living dead with
his head hanging low and lagging in his feet one after the other to make
himself to move.

He's making a great effort to reach the bathroom door. As he was about to
turn the doorknob, he got startled when the door swung open, standing on
the other side of the bathroom doorway, was an impeccably ravishing human
being ever sculptured by GOD himself. Looking enchanted at that person, he
acclaimed that GOD must have spent a little more time sculpturing him.

Father Greyson was standing with a stupefied embodiment in his face. His
jet-black hair was trickling with droplets of water, as it cascaded
streaking down his well-defined face. Harry instantaneously, reciprocated
by skimming downward at the Father Greyson face. He heeded Father Greyson
slightly thick eyebrows that sit on the top of his set of deep-ocean blue
eyes that kept him fixated.

Harry's eyes went trailing further down, to the Father Greyson sharp nose
and the set of deep dimple on the cheeks. It insinuated his high
cheekbone's profile, giving him a rough model kind of looks. His lips, oh
GOD, his lips were perfectly aligned and was super inviting for a
kiss. Harry's eyes were still drifting as it got further down; caressing
Father Greyson toned upper body.

Harry's tarriance eyes caused a stop in the Father Greyson upper body
area. As it beguiled with Father Greyson's slightly brownish coloured
nipples. That bit patched of manly hair in the middle of the chest, and it
made him look salacious. Harry's eye's prologue scandalizing down, to the
Father Greyson flat stomach, where his six pieces of muscle moulded
perfectly to his body.

There was the trailed of refined black hair, that traced down from his
button like navel. It extended at the top of his towel edge that was
wrapped tightly around his slender waist. Damn, Father Greyson looked so
perfectly fine to Harry's. He wished he could look further to where trailed
of hair might bring him. Well, obviously to the object of his desirable
dream. He could see the slight tent in front of the towel, and it was
messing his mind with lots of sexual erotic visualizations, and he wanted
so much to reach out for it, but he was frozen still.

Father Greyson makes an airy, soft cough, as albeit he was clearing his
throat. It immediately snapped Harry's back to existence. He indistinct the
word sorry and beamed charmingly at Harry. It was equitably loud enough for
Harry to hear it. Father Greyson walked pass Harry to the guest room where
he's been situated.

Harry instantaneously, whirled around to gaze at Father Greyson. Taking in
with his eyes, the seductive view of Father Greyson wrapped bubble butt,
swinging left and right simultaneously with a sexy swag and a bit of a
jingle to it. Without realizing it, Harry was licking his lips, enchanted
by what he perceived at that moment.

Father Greyson had reached his bedroom, but before he went in, he pivoted
around to glance at Harry. He was astounded to see Harry still standing at
the front of the bathroom door. He noted that Harry was staring at him with
lots of intensities as Harry's handsome face, manifesting enticement. He
smiled broadly and charmingly at Harry for one last time. Then he turned
around and entered his room, while closing the door slowly.

The instant Father Greyson was in his room; he then and there rested on his
back against the bedroom door. He could feel his heart reverberation
strenuously pumping out of licentiousness. His mind was trying to take
domination when Harry's eye was undressing his graven body. He got nothing
to be abashed of. He was presumptuous of the way his body had been
full-blown. His hours at the gym, had yielded with the most satisfactory
result, just like the way he hankered for. He disseminated widely as he
mused analytically of Harry hither and thither, when he was goggling at his
body. He liked it, no, no; he was unequivocally, freaking, loved it.

Father Greyson was startled to see Harry as he was coming out of the
bathroom. As Harry was just within his arm's length' he could see Harry in
his full buffs. Harry was half-naked, as he was clad only in his boxer
short. Harry's toned upper body captivated him. His bath towel and a pair
of fresh boxer short was slung over his right shoulder.

His eyes were peering intensely at Harry's deep brown eyes. As it drew him
to gawp at the personable face in front of him. He knew what Harry was
giving him. He gave a looked over, and he reciprocated at Harry's self -
being, conspicuously in the area of his midriff. Being a sport person,
Father Greyson knew that Harry had been taking care of his body
development. The result was impeccably alluring.

Harry's body was evenly proportioned, as every single muscle on was
beautifully crafted and modeled to his body. Harry was sure of a fine piece
of man standing in front of him. His semi nakedness was a beauty in Father
Greyson's eyes. As his eyes move further down, Harry's impending morning
hard on being obviously visible. In an instant, his mind was being
corrupted with images of sexual tendencies.

Father Greyson knew it was wrong for him to have that wandering sultry mind
on Harry's. Nevertheless, it could not be avoided. The house; it reminded
him of Harry's, and it got more sexually stressful, when Harry was around
him. In all the time, he worked with the youth, back at the parish in New
York City; he did see a few good-looking chaps that have drawn his
attention. However, it was not as strong as he was having toward Harry.

Harry had that different effect to him. He tried not to overly, indulge
into Harry's existence, but Harry's had captivated his mind and heart
throughout. The only way he could see Harry, was as a complete package for
GOD creation. He's good-looking, smart, self-confidence, polite, respectful
and loving. That was how highly he looks up to Harry. As the days gone by,
he knew it would not be easy to resist temptation.

Father Greyson did look forward to more to happen between him and Harry. He
knew what he desires, but his situation does not allow him to. He's
defeatist to the decree of God. He yielded over everything that transpired
and will betide at the authority of GOD. It caused him to wonder if he did
make the right decision in becoming a priest.

Father Greyson did on occasion feel suffocated with all the love and
affection he had toward Harry. However, it's the only thing that gave him
that sense of reality of being a human. Life as a priest could be lonely at
times, as it awaited your full devoutness to GOD and Lord Jesus Christ.

At the same time, Harry was standing looking stunned at the bathroom
door. He could not believe what he was seeing and feeling. It triggered
that loving feeling within him. That was the first time he ever got that
close with a semi-naked Father Greyson, and with the opportunities to
admire at that Godly body of Father Greyson, it stimulates his groin region
and gave him a hard on. That imaged of Father Greyson half-naked will
definitely play a bigger part during his morning than usual masturbation
ritual.

To Harry, Father Greyson was definitely a fine man. He was having a major
crushed over him. No one ever stirred his emotion so endemically. His
encountered with Jeremy, made him hard for him to trust anyone,
anymore. Then, came Father Greyson into his life as it rustled his
innermost self-emotion. It felt fallacious, nevertheless; it felt so
equitable too.

To Father Greyson, it was a love at first sight moment. The day his hand
touches Harry's for their initial handshake, it gave him the goose bump and
tingly feelings. His heart was achingly lusted for Harry's
affection. GODDAMN IT!

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