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PASTOR JOE

by Macout Mann

XVI

Joe had survived his first year at Westside. Then on the first Sunday in September Joe spotted a friendly face in the congregation. It was Ron Bannister.

Joe made a point of seeking Ron out after the service. They were both delighted to see each other.

"I had no idea you were in Nashville," Ron said.

"And what are you doing here?" Joe asked.

"Long story," Ron answered. "Can you join me for lunch? I'll tell you all about it."

They met at J. Alexander's restaurant on nearby White Bridge Road.

"Well, I finished my Ph.D.," Ron explained. "I was hoping to get a teaching position at the seminary, but there was no opening. So I accepted a pastorate in Bowling Green. After a couple of years, I realized it wasn't for me. After studying comparative religions for so long, I couldn't really handle the primitive attitudes of my congregation. And the city wasn't big enough that I could find an outlet for you-know-what. I received an offer from Vanderbilt, so now I'm an assistant professor in the Department of Religious Studies.

"And I don't have to be particularly religious," he laughed.

Joe told Ron all about his life after Lexington, finishing by telling him about his friendship with Bill. They discovered that they lived in the same neighborhood and planned to get together soon.

The following Tuesday, Wayne Rogers, a fourteen-year-old, came to see Joe. He was one of the rougher members of the flock.

"What can I do for you, Wayne?" Joe asked.

"It's about Kenneth Cottrell," Wayne replied. "Yesterday afternoon in the locker room, we was getting dressed, and he grabbed me...uh...he grabbed my..."

"I think I can guess where he grabbed you," Joe interrupted.

"Well I told him to quit it, and he said `Come on, I know you want to have some fun,' or something like that. Well, we don't want no queers in our church, Reverend."

"Well, Wayne, unlike some churches we can't just excommunicate people that break rules or do stuff we don't like. I'll certainly talk to Kenneth, but you know God created him just like he created you and me. And scientists tell us that being gay isn't something that you just choose to be. It's how you were born."

"Yeah, and scientists tell us that God didn't create the world like the Bible says he did," Wayne retorted.

Joe realized that trying to talk to Wayne would be futile, so he thanked his visitor for coming to him and reiterated that he would speak to Kenneth.

Before the week was over an opportunity to confront Kenneth did present itself. He invited the young man into his office. Kenneth was a clean-cut fifteen year old from a middle class family.

"Kenneth," Joe said, "I don't really know how to begin, but to put it plainly one of our boys came to see me earlier in the week and complained that you had groped him."

Kenneth seemed really surprised, then puzzled. Then putting two and two together he angrily responded. "Must have been Wayne Rogers," he spat. "That little bas... He's the one that grabbed me!"

Joe asked for details, and got basically the same story he had heard from Wayne, except that the roles were reversed. Kenneth did add, "I think somebody must have told him I was gay, and he thought I would play around with him. He sure seemed ready to."

Joe realized that he was on thin ice, but he couldn't resist pursuing the opening Kenneth had given him.

"You know, Kenneth, being gay isn't the end of the world. Scientists say gays are born that way. So I'm not condemning anybody, but I do need to get to the bottom of all this. Are you gay?"

"N...no, sir. I like girls." He paused. "I'll admit, I've jacked off with a buddy or two, but I haven't ever done any of that other stuff."

"I think all boys experiment," Joe smiled.

He thanked Kenneth for his honesty and decided to let the whole matter drop. At least that was his intention.

Friday he invited Ron over for dinner. He wanted Ron to meet Bill. They spent a very pleasant evening, and it became clear to Bill that Ron was "of the same persuasion" as he and Joe.

"So how do you feel about getting together with students?" Bill asked.

"As long as they aren't my students, I have no scruples," Ron laughed.

"Just don't take him to bed Sunday morning," Joe told Bill. "He has to go to church with me."

Come Sunday morning Joe introduced Ron to Dr. Hancock and explained their relationship. Well not their whole relationship. Joe also got Ron to agree to speak at one of Joe's Wednesday night meetings. Dr. Hancock thought that giving the kids a dose of comparative religions was a great idea.

This time Joe and Ron had lunch at Ron's apartment, and afterward they passionately renewed old acquaintances. They had not been forgot.

"God, I've missed that dick," Ron said.

"And I've missed yours."

Joe went down on Ron like his was a lollypop, and Joe hadn't tasted a lollypop in years. He treated the circumcised head like a cherry flavored all day sucker, and Ron responded with moans appropriate to the attention his prong was getting. When he exploded, Joe's mouth was flooded with the life-giving nectar he craved.

Ron reciprocated with equal ardor. "More blessed to give than to receive," he said.

It was as if they had never been apart. They picked up right where they had left off six years before.

After a full afternoon of ecstasy, Ron broke out a bottle of Tennessee Sour Mash. Since leaving the active ministry, he had developed other habits that Baptists generally don't approve of. Still, Joe joined him in a whiskey and water.

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