Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2017 01:23:48 +0000
From: Harry Scott Hayden <harryscotthayden@outlook.com>
Subject: "The Priest That Was Loved" - Chapter 4  - Angel 1

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or would 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
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"The Priest That Was Loved" - Chapter 4 - Angel 1 (Nifty/Gay/Adult-Youth)


Father Greyson


I was sitting inaudibly at the dinner-table eating breakfast. Mr. Hayden
must have woken up pretty early and make breakfast. What I had on my plate
was a spread on toasted bread, buttered, two sunny side-up eggs, four
strips of crispy bacon, a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice.
Nothing was like having a heartfelt breakfast meal of hearty proportions to
start the day. It's differed from the daily set up breakfast meal when I
was staying at the church dormitories. It basically consists of porridge
with some side dishes. Not that I am not thankful for it, but to indulge
with fried, greasy bacon strips accompanied with perfect scramble eggs or
sunny-side up, will always perk up your morning.

"Thank you so much Mr. Hayden. I, totally appreciate it." I accredited him
when he passed me my plate, full of the delicious food. It was so
mouth-watering, and I could not wait to dig on it. I was just about to
ladle the food into my mouth when I heard Mr. Hayden articulating to me. It
captured my attention, and I glanced up to see his face with my fork loaded
with food, hang in mid-air, inches from my mouth.

"Will you impede from calling me Mr. Hayden, Father. Just call me Hayden
will be fine." He denoted very humbly to request of me, and he continued,
"It is nothing at all Fathers. It is the usual set up that I do for Harry
and me." He was standing in front of me looking unctuous and debonair with
his body-hugging white shirt and black gentleman's pants that snug
perfectly to his body.

Mr. Hayden, or Hayden, was not a bad-looking guy at all for a
forty-year-old man. He still had that sprightly fervent looks, beaming out
of him. His body was a category of on the slim side, and yet he had a
modish outlook posture. He did not have any beer paunch. Not really
inevitable though as I had not seen him without a shirt before. However,
from the way his clothing was enfolding tightly on him, I could only
presume him for certain to have a flat stomach with six stomach muscle
underneath those clothes, just like his son, Harry.

His hair was as blonde as Harry's, and his facial features were just a
mirror image of Harry's. He looked perfectly like the older version of his
good-looking son. As I had seen Harry's body half-naked, my mind was
messing with my head, visualizing the way Hayden's body would have to look
like. Damn, both do look so exquisite.

I was, of that split second was totally in the zone out with staring
open-mouthed at Hayden physical being. I got snapped back to realism when I
heard someone coughing and was calling my name.

"Father... Father Greyson... is you alright?" Hayden was vocally concerned
for a moment. The facial expression was a worried looked with frowning
lines set in his forehead. I began to blush when I realized I got caught
staring at him. I quickly looked away from him and continued the journey of
the midway hanging fork of food into my mouth.

It took me a while to respond to Hayden as my eyesight got distracted.
Sauntering down the stairway was angel in disguised in Harry's form. It
walked with so much poised and buoyancy. His hair looked damp as droplets
of water from, the showers, could be seen dripping slowly downward onto his
face.

He looked perfect in his casual clothing, comprising of a blue tank top
that had some graffiti splashed on it, and a khaki coloured cargo pants.
The tank top snugly fit him nicely, insinuating his every muscle on his
body. His forearm and shoulders exposed, and it ripped with boyish muscle.

My eyes trailed down to Harry's lower half of the body. He was wearing a
skinny black Jean that moulded nicely to his legs. It had somehow been
giving a good definition to his crotch area, which seems rather big for a
seventeen-year-old boy. On my mind, I could just imagine his cute bubble
butt swinging deliciously and tenuously as he walked towards where I and
Hayden were sitting at the dining table.

Harry's was categorically an angel in cloaked in a human form. I've not
seen one in my life, though. Even so, if I did, I am assured Harry's will
be one of them. He was so immaculate and if I looked hard enough, I should
have seen an aureole on top of his head and angel wing's expanse wide upon
his back shoulders.

"Father Greyson? The earth is calling to Father Greyson." I've overheard
someone chuckling, as I turned to the source of the voice. Hayden was
giggling as I blushed in front of him more. It was so embarrassing to be
caught in that situation.

"Oh. Huh? What?" I was stuttering as I heard Hayden calling my name once
again for the umpteenth time.

"Are you alright, Father? You seem to zone out for the split second."
Hayden gave me satirical looked with that asymmetric smiled daubed on his
mouth.

"Oh, nothing I was just thinking about things." Harry already seated
precisely the opposite of me at the dining table. Hayden passed him his
plate full of breakfast, a glass of orange juice and a glass of milk,
exactly the same set up as he did for me. Harry grabbed it from his father
and started to chow down his food. Hayden realized that Harry did not even
acknowledge me for being at the table; he cuffed Harry on the back on his
head.

"Ouch." Harry was grimacing with pain as he padded and rubbed the affected
area. He gave the looked of repudiated at his father for doing it to him.

"Are you trying to be ill-mannered Harry?" Hayden snarled at his son.

"What did I do now?" Harry's rubbed his head slowly trying to sooth away
the pain.

I was smiling looking at both father and son mockingly with each other. I
was gawping at Harry and smirked. GOD really spent a little more time in
creating him. I was so spellbound by his well-defined looks and everything
else that I am seeing in front of me.

"What? Whom do you see sitting in front of you? It is a ghost or what?"
Hayden was well-tried to cause Harry to acknowledge my existence. I was
blushing, looking at Harry.

Harry turned his eyes in my direction and saw me staring at him with a
blushed on my cheeks. He grinned at me with that angelic smile and spoke,
"Sorry, Father. It is my bad. I am not used to having company for
breakfast. Usually it is just me and this old fart behind me." Harry
laughed out loud saying that. Damn that voice sounded like a hymn in my
ears. Suddenly, I heard another smack, and Harry's was rubbing his head
again. Hayden was laughing loudly, and I started to burst out laughing as
well. After a while, Harry's joined in the laughter and the dinner table
were full of joy and laughter.

I was really astounded at this family, so much love apportioned among them,
and I want to be part of it deplorably. Being at a distance from my
original family, made me yearned-for gratify from Harry and Hayden. They
are family now, as I am fundamentally living under their roof, and it was
my responsibility to safeguard them if the desideratum arises.

As all the mirthfulness, the joshing of Harry and Hayden receded. I am
suddenly jolted from the realization of all the things I envisioned in my
mind. To have that thought of covetous and adulation towards Harry was
totally fallacious and irreligious. I felt so abashed suddenly, and I was
looking down at my plate as I ate inaudibly. That condemnable perception
was not towards Harry or Hayden, but to The Lord Jesus Christ and GOD. I
sniffled quietly and silently, not wanting for them to hear me out loud as
I started a prayer in my heart while looking down at my fidgeting hands.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I know it's wrong for me to have
these feelings and lusts towards Harry. No one knew who I am, the real me
as I had more sense than anybody else. You are my Good Shepherd but dear
father; I am just a human being with desiderata and emotions so help me
Father, My Lord Jesus Christ and GOD! "

As I had finished with my breakfast, I immediately excused myself from the
table. I've placed my empty plates and cups and glasses at the sink. I've
then said my good-bye and left. As I was walking toward the church, my
heart felt full of contradicting emotions. Harry unknowingly, regressed to
that feeling of love and wanting to be love that had been buried the bottom
of my heart the serendipitous way.

Once I was out of doors away from the house, I've grasped a deep breath,
unclouded myself. I've attempted to liberate my thoughts to things that
transpired with my tumult vehemence's. I twirled to look back at the closed
door for one last time and then making way to the Lord house.

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