Pastor Joe 10

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PASTOR JOE

by Macout Mann

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Over the next two years Joe continued to maintain high grades. Ron often kidded that Joe "had increased in wisdom and stature and in favor with God and man."

"I'm not so sure about God," Joe would respond.

"You'll find out...when the trumpet sounds up yonder," Ron would answer.

Luke didn't reconcile with his family, so no one came to his graduation. Joe told his parents that he and Ron had a friend who would be alone at commencement. He said he would stay for the ceremony and fly home a couple of days late.

They gave Luke the best sendoff they could. After he received his degree, they went to Lexington's finest restaurant. Afterward Ron even poured champagne before they engaged in the hottest three-way they could have imagined.

Joe's family, of course, all came to see him become a Bachelor of Arts the following year. The night before they arrived, he and Ron spent a night of passion at Ron's pad. Again Ron brought champagne.

Ron also had graduated from the preacher factory in Louisville. He told Joe he especially needed to make friends with Dr. Buchannan. "I love the guy," Ron told Joe. "He always says that we know God has a sense of humor. That's the reason he created us."

After commencement he and Joe parted, they suspected for the last time.

Summer was relatively quiet. Malcolm's father had changed jobs and the family had moved to another city. Joe got with Wilbur occasionally, but mostly he helped out at the church with summer projects of one kind or another. Come Fall he was at seminary.

He was able to test out of Elementary Greek. Hebrew was something else. Over the next two years he was immersed in Hermeneutics, Church History, Systematic Theology, Apologetics, and of course, Preaching.

He was sure that he was the only gay student there...until he met Eric.

Eric Priest was in the certificate program at the seminary. Joe had seen him around, but they didn't meet until they encountered each other at an Anytime Fitness gym.

Joe was trying to stay in shape, but the exercise equipment at the seminary's Health and Recreation Center was a bit primitive, so twice a week he went to the commercial gym. It was there that he recognized Eric.

"Hi," Joe said. "You're at the seminary, aren't you? I'm Joe Scanlon. I guess you must like the machines better here too."

"Yeah," Eric replied, "and I can't handle their dress code over there either." Eric was wearing a tight purple speedo that exposed his ample package to everyone. It certainly wouldn`t have been tolerated at the Health and Rec. center.

"I know what you mean," Joe laughed.

"So you're working on a master's?" Eric asked. "What are your plans after you finish?"

"Whatever I'm called to do," Joe answered.

"Not me," Eric said. "Once I get my certificate I'm goanna get called to a church in a small town that has a radio station that I can buy some time on. Once I get contributions from the radio show coming in I'll buy time on other stations. Pretty soon I can give up my church and devote full time to my radio ministry. If I'm lucky, I can even go on t. v. Anyhow, I'll be rich in a few years...and, being a media personality, I can have some fun too." He grabbed his crotch suggestively.

Joe thought about what he had once told his father about media ministers. He thought what Eric was proposing was immoral, but it certainly wasn't illegal. And with his good looks, Eric could certainly make it on television.

"I see what you're looking at." Eric continued to scratch his balls. "Maybe you'd like to have some fun. After we finish working out, you can come on over to my place.

"Yeah, I got good gaydar," he added.

Back in Eric's room, he also said, "Shit, you're just like me. You just love suckin' and fuckin,' don't ya? Not like these pussies I'm also messing around with. They act like their Lord's goanna strike 'em dead every time they cum."

"Well," Joe responded, "I have come to understand what I am."

They got together several times. One evening, as they lay side by side, Joe asked, "Why aren't you in the master's program?"

"I don't need it," Eric replied. "Hell, I ain't even been to college. What I wanna do, once you get popular it don't matter what your creds are. The suckers'll send money anyway. I can get enough shit out of the program I'm in to say the things that'll get listeners turned on.

"It's mostly presentation anyway. I got this record by Jean Shepard--she was a big country singer back in the fifties--of "Just as I am." That'll be my theme song. When she gets to the line, "I come, I come," I'll cut in and say "I come to preach salvation. And then at the end of the show, I'll say, "And folks if you want this good work to continue, we've got to hear from you."

What Eric said really appalled Joe. He thought about reporting it to the seminary administration, but then decided that God also hates a tattle-tale. He resolved just to avoid associating with Eric.

It was several weeks later that they again ran into each other on campus at the Founders' Café.

"Hey, dude," Eric said. "Where`ve you been? I've missed seeing you around."

"Been real busy," Joe answered.

"Come over this evening," Eric urged. "One of the guys I was telling you about is goanna be there. I know you'll want to `get to know him,' if you know what I mean."

"We'll see," Joe said.

Joe had no intention of going, but he had been just beating his meat for too long. And he couldn't help but be curious about the seminarians Eric had been messing around with. The more he thought about it the more his resolve weakened. He finally succumbed to his desire for sex.

Eric was already naked when Joe arrived. "I thought you'd show up," he said. "Might as well get comfortable. Jacob ought to be here any minute.

Jacob, it turned out, was a year ahead of Joe in the master's program. He was tall, slender, and slightly effeminate. He and Joe recognized each other, although they had never really met. To put it mildly Jacob was taken aback by seeing a third person there.

"Come on, man," Eric called out. "It aint like you've never seen a hard dick before. Come on and join the fun."

Joe sympathized with Jacob's discomfort, but he was so horny that he couldn't help but join Eric's taunt.

"Yeah," let me see what you've got," he said.

Jacob shyly disrobed. Soon his reticence disappeared, however, and the three of them were involved in an uninhibited three way.

Despite Joe's attempts to stay out of Eric's orbit, he found himself involved weekly not only with Eric and Jacob but with Eric's other buddy, Paul. Joe had long ago stopped being bothered about having gay sex, but he still found Eric despicable. Still, it's like they say, "A hard dick has no conscience."

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