Pastor Joe 3

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PASTOR JOE

by Macout Mann

III

When he returned to Lexington, Joe sought out Ron the first chance he got.

"I had sex while I was home," Joe said. "My friend came on to me and I couldn't control myself."

"I didn't even have to go back home," Ron said. "Let's both pray for forgiveness."

They did pray, but Ron's admitting that he still couldn't control his desires somehow lessened Joe's shame. And as the days passed, they became even closer.

Ron spent more time discussing religious tenets with Joe. Joe in turn began to feel more and more drawn to the ministry. Ron started to invite his protégé for dinner at his apartment, and they would discuss, sometimes argue about theology for hours.

Ron's apartment was not near the campus and not in the best of neighborhoods, so one Saturday night, when they discovered that their discussion had lasted way past midnight, Ron said that he didn't want Joe walking home so late.

"Sleep here and go back to the dorm first thing in the morning," he insisted.

The apartment was an efficiency. A combination living room, dining room and kitchen, with one bedroom and a bath attached.

"I hope you won't mind sharing a bed with me," Ron said. "Believe me, I have no designs on your body; but I need to also tell you that I sleep nude. I don't have any pajamas."

That information did excite Joe, but he replied that he wouldn't be bothered.

Both individuals awoke with hards-on, but nothing had happened during the night. After toast and a cup of coffee, Joe headed back to his dorm.

Joe and his roommate had never become close. His roommate was the typical college freshman, glad to be free of parental restraints for the first time. When a somewhat disheveled Joe stumbled into the dorm at eight o'clock on a Sunday morning, Baxter jumped to the obvious conclusion.

"And I thought you were a Bible thumping goodie-two-shoes," he teased. "Looks like you got laid big time."

"No, I just stayed..."

"Sure you just stayed long enough to get off, what...four times or five? Hell, I don't have any place I can stay over with Helen. Gotta use the back seat of my fucking car. But now that I know you're cool with it, maybe we can work out some time that me and her can fuck up here."

"I dunno," Joe mumbles. "Right now I gotta get ready for church."

He jumped in the shower and jacked off to the idea of Baxter fucking Helen...and him sleeping with Ron.

When he next saw Ron, he told him about his roommate's wrong conclusion. "But now he wants to have some sort of signal, so I'll stay away while I let him have sex with his girlfriend in our room," Joe says. "What can I tell him?"

"Why not let him go ahead?" Ron replies.

"Joe, you can't manage the morals of the whole world," Ron continues. "We can condemn licentious behavior, both homosexual and heterosexual. But we can't stop it. Your friend back home, who thinks he's not doing anything wrong when he plays around with other guys, isn't going to stop messing around just because you tell him it's a sin. Preaching to your roommate will just make him mad.

"People change only because they come to realize that their actions are hurtful...to themselves or to others. We can try to set a good example. We can try to practice the Golden Rule. But if we are going to have any influence on others, we first have to keep the avenues of communication open."

To comfort Joe, the young minister gave him a tender hug. Although there is not a great difference in their ages, to Ron it was like a father consoling his naïve son.

"You're right, I reckon," Joe murmurs.

To Joe, the closeness of Ron's body felt far from fatherly. Joe's dick was quite responsive. He hoped Ron couldn't feel his hard on.

Joe made a deal with his roommate. He wouldn't barge in, if there was a rubber band around the doorknob, but Baxter would have to finish his thing by the time the library closed. Joe didn't want to, but he did feel a touch of pride, being involved in the arrangement.

Baxter suggested that they could double date. "We might all wind up back here," he smirked. "You never know what might happen."

"I dunno," Joe lied. "My girl's pretty shy."

Baxter did introduce Joe to some of his buddies, a couple of whom lived off campus. One early May evening they got together, and Baxter's buddies had come by a case of beer on ice.

"I don't drink," Joe protested.

His companions persisted. Joe tasted alcohol for the first time. He didn't like the taste. But it did give him a little buzz.

He confessed his transgression to Ron. He had come to Ron's place for dinner, as he often did.

"Well, Brother Joe, the earth didn't open and swallow you up, now did it?"

"You're saying that drinking is all right?"

"Not all drinking. But we Baptists became teetotalers, because a lot of us back in the Eighteen-Hundreds weren't being moderate, or as the ads these days say `responsible' in our drinking. When the Bible says `wine,' my friend, it doesn't mean `grape juice.'"

A discussion on the theology of temperance followed. They agreed that anything could be misused, even food. Misuse was the real sin. The conversation lasted well into the night. Joe was encouraged to spend another night at Ron's.

"Why do you sleep in the nude?" Joe asked.

"No special reason, really. I just find it more comfortable."

"Mind if I try it?"

"Suit yourself."

Morning found the two of them naked and spooned together, but again, nothing sexual occurred.

With Baxter and his friends Joe's reputation as a cocksman continued to grow. Joe did nothing to discourage it.

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