Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2017 08:06:07 +0000
From: Harry Scott Hayden <harryscotthayden@outlook.com>
Subject: "The Priest That Was Loved" - Chapter 5 - Angel 2

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"The Priest That Was Loved" - Chapter 5 - Angel 2 (Nifty/.gay/Adult-Youth)

Harry


It was something that I have never ever imagined could have ever happened
to me. That very moment, when I saw him standing there by the bathroom
door, even though he was not fully naked, he took my breath away. He looked
like an angel on earth just like a newborn child, so serenely and
gorgeously looking human being.

How I wished I could see him in his full glory of nakedness. I was totally
sexually stunned and got turned on to see his manly body define to
perfection with bits of the water droplets cascading down his torso. His
body was so finely sculptured and his stomach had that rigid muscles to die
for. I never knew that the angel could be this good looking. Was I
imagining things when I said I saw a halo and the angel wings on him. There
was that glowing light that shine down on him and it basks him with a pure
angelic glow. But, as I blink my eyes, I realized it was just the ultra
bright lighting in the bathroom...damn.

My goodness gracious me, he was not a boy or a teenager anymore, but a
manly man with a boyish good-looking face. He was so kissable at that
moment, with that plastered smile on his face. I would not mind jumping on
him if it was ever possible of not creating any unseen circumstances that
may jeopardize him and I. He is the man of GOD mind you and I would not
ever want him in a state of guilty feeling to the religion he was holding
on in his life.

I am filled with astonishment at the condition and probably impressed and
mesmerized on the state of his body that tempted me to reach out to touch
him in my subconscious state of mind. It was difficult for me to prevent or
controlled my penis from getting aroused on the spot, just by looking at
his half-naked body, but slowly yet surely it has begun to get hard with
mere second. If he did not make a move soon, he would definitely get to see
my woody penile erection waving at him saying hello. But I think he did saw
it as he had glanced at my body, thinking that I did not catch on him doing
it.

I felt relieved when he began to walk away by passing me to go back to his
bedroom, as it was pretty obvious that my penis was straining and in need
of attention immediately. My boxer short was tenting profoundly and I would
not managed from embarrassing myself trying to cover it with my hands.

As he was walking away from me, I just got to turn to look at him for the
last time, to get that vivid memory of him in my head. It's seriously so
stimulating and intimidating for me as I watched his bubbly tight two
rounds fleshy parts of the human body that form the bottom, oscillating
with every step he took. Was he trying to seduce me or he might just have
that way of walking.


That my friend, was the very first time that I ever did focus my gazed on
his solid tight bottoms. Usually it would be covered by his smart working
pants or his sweatpants when he was at home. He had always been dressing
rather decently. The towel wrapped tightly around his body had somehow
insinuated his bubble bottom seductively.

The shower took longer than usual, I had to double the action for my
morning ritual with him on my mind. My brain was visualizing of him with
his hot body that makes my warm blood flow faster than before to my penis,
where it needed immediate stimulations from my hands. It was throbbing hard
and it winches me with pained for me to just ignore it, but it's worth with
all the anxiety and the feeling of major releases of arousing pleasure.

My right hand went for it and was stroking my dick sexually, grabbing it
gently and stroking it to the rhythm of the water from the shower head,
splashing down on and around me. My left hand caressed my body seductively
from my neck down to my chest grazing both of my nipples with my thumbs and
make it erect hard due to its sensitivity.


I used my thumb and my index finger to give both a slight pinch that sent
holy sensation throughout my body. My hand went lower down to my stomach
where the sculptured stomach and muscle situated and rubbed it gently in
circular motion, stimulating my every census. All the while assuming it was
his hand that was caressing me.

The right hand that stroke on my dick fasten in tempo and my hips was
bucking my dick to my soapy hands. I grip it a bit tighter and the vision
that played on my mind was of him bending in front of me ass naked and I
was fucking him hard. As I grip it harder, my dick pulsate sexually
engaging the virtual realm of sexing him on my mind.

My breathing gets uneven as I can feel that sheer sensation of
ejaculation. It was so intense as the stroke got faster as my balls began
to expand to its full capacity. My dick also grows in girth and it was
solidly modified to its full mast. My left hand had gone further down to
stimulate the aching balls of mine.


I could feel the ejaculating sensation running up the shaft of my penis as
I felt highly aroused sexually as I tried to hold back a few second longer
before it erupted the biggest blob of my sperm, shooting it hard onto the
shower wall in thick blob. I shoot 4, 5, 6 times until the last blob of
sperm drip slowly in a lava like motion out of my dick head to my hand. It
was so intense and pleasurable. It was amazing as I felt breathless and
drained of energy as I finished my shower and getting dressed for
breakfast.

As I came down the stairways, I immediately noticed that Greyson was
looking, no, but more of gawking at me. I blushed to the max as I knew that
I was getting his greatest attention. I tried so hard not to stare back at
him as I looked down, grinning widely to myself as I am reminded of the
things that had happened in the shower room.


Literally, I slowed my steps intentionally on purposed, so he could have
more time to look at me longer to admire. I knew that I looked good or
maybe presentable enough to capture his attention. It was not my goal, but
I felt so privileged to get that type of response from someone as beautiful
as him.

I had thought, after that incident with a guy at school, I would not want
to ever fall in love yet again, as I would want to concentrate on my
studies, getting a good grades, go to a good college and university to
pursue my life interest in Medical Science and Law. I had intended to do a
double major and I promised my father that I would make it. That feeling of
love had far been deleted or buried deep in my heart. But I could not
anymore, when Greyson came into my life.

I am not saying that Greyson is a distraction, but he had unknowingly
triggered that arousing feeling of wanting to love and be loved, that I
thought had gone away from me for the time being. That first time I took
his hand for a handshake, it jolted that inner feeling of love back into
me. Since then, his every being, whether he is in front of me or the
lingering thought of him on my mind, made me want to get close to him. He
likened to a magnet, attracting every single thing for me to him.

I've continued walking and had reached the dining table and as always
father put my breakfast in front of me. I was not being ignorant of Greyson
present in front of me, but I was kind of shy to acknowledge his manly
being after all the sexual thought I had of him and me. Before I could even
get the first bite of my bacon strip, father smack my head out of
nowhere. Damn it hurts and I tried rubbing my head instantly trying to ease
the pain.

I gave father that bewildered looked and a bit of disbelieved expression on
my face. He raised his eyebrows and a slight tilt of his head in the
direction of Greyson, as he was signaling to me not be rude to our guest
and to acknowledge Greyson present at the dining table. I turned to look at
the Greyson smiling angelic face as I tried to explain for my action.

"Sorry, Father.... my bad... I am not used to having company during
breakfast....usually it's only me and the old fart behind me." I laughed
heartily at what I had said. My father smacked my head one more time and
make me wince in pain again.

It was a bit intimidating and embarrassing, to be handled this way in front
of Greyson. For the moment I thought the father was really angry with me,
but when I heard him laughed, then I knew he was alright and comical about
it as he was just pulling my legs. By then Greyson had joined us laughing
at my jokes and my predicament of my father action. How angelic his voice
was to my ears. It was so beautiful and melodic. His body was shaking
lightly as he laughed.

I was hysterically laughing hard too, but from the corner of my eyes, I
could see that he was looking at me while laughing. His gazed was so
captivating and I liked it so much. When detected that I had manage to
catch him looking at me, he immediately turned to look away, in the
direction of father. I could see his fair chiseled cheeks redden, the cause
of blushing.

As all the laughter subsided, we were back on eating our breakfast and
father had joined us at the dining table with his plate of mountainous of
food. He usually takes a heavy breakfast and a light lunch and as for
dinner, he always had a glass of red wine with his food. He said it was a
healthy way of heating and for the red wine is good for the heart. Greyson
and I kind of nodding our heads to agree, as after all he is a doctor.

While eating and bantering with each other. Mostly it was me and father, I
took the time and the opportunity to check Greyson out. He was wearing that
standard clothing for a priest which consisted of a smart black pants, a
black shirt with a matching black coat and the sexy clerical white-collar
on his neck. It was the only constructing colors in his overall black
outfit. Damn.... he was fucking freaking gorgeous looking young priest and
he was young.

As sudden as it is, he became quiet and was looking at his hands on the
dinner table. He seems engrossed in a silent prayer. Maybe it was his
normal daily ritual. But his silence was daunting for my liking, as I began
to worry with his silence and would want to go to him and asked him if
everything was all right. But I am afraid of his reaction if I proceeded.

After the long silence, even though it only lasted 5 minutes, where it
seems like hours he moved himself from the table. By that time he had
finished his breakfast, he gathered his plate and empty glass and left it
in the sink. Saying goodbyes to my father and me, he left the house.

Suddenly I felt so empty without him around. I just want to rush out to
him, but I had to control my wishful desire to be with him so as not to
create any scene. I just do not want father to know of my intention and
initial feelings towards Greyson. I want Greyson so badly, but I knew the
limitation and the possibilities that it would succeed is zero to nothing,
as he is a priest and he would not definitely be gay. That would be totally
absurd.

I do hope, that whatever kind of feeling I had for him, he will notice it
eventually and will reciprocate it back to me. But he was one of them, a
priest. Who have his heart peg to the one and only, The Lord Jesus
Christ. How would he ever see anything in me if not only as a young man who
is living his life. Am I wrong to have all these feelings and emotions
towards him?

I am dependably hoping that there will be a glimmer of hope, of him to
ever, in a small holy way, to like me for who I am, and not be the kind of
priest that sermons of sins and retribution for being gay and expected me
to change before I gone into an abomination. But I knew Greyson was not
that type of priest and I had my full trust in him.

Damn it, he's a man of cloth, a priest for goodness sake and I silently
have a certain crush on him. Damn!


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