This is the story about what happened when a visiting pastor stayed with us one night. I was 19 at the time and attending a local technical college to become a website designer. My parents and I attended a small country church just outside of town. Our former pastor had just retired, so we were searching for another pastor to take his place.
My dad was on the pastor search committee, and from the way he talked, they weren't having much luck trying to find a new pastor. It seemed like everyone they talked to wanted to preach at a larger church or wanted a full-time position. Being small and with only around 50 members, our church could only afford a part-time pastor.
One Monday morning, my dad received a phone call from a man that seemed to be interested in the position. They talked for a good 30 minutes and then he sent my dad an email with his resume. After discussing the new candidate with the other members of the committee, they all agreed to let the man come preach one Sunday morning so that we could get a feel for him. My dad invited the pastor to stay with us the Saturday night before he was to preach since he was coming from a city about 3 hours away.
Fast forward to the next weekend. We lived in a small house with three bedrooms, and since the spare bedroom was being used as an office, I agreed to let the new candidate sleep with me.
It couldn't be too bad, I thought... besides, I might get to see this guy naked.
My parents had no idea that I was bi-curious, and coming from a Southern Baptist family, I wasn't about to let them know. It was a little secret I kept to myself, but I loved seeing other men naked. I was usually attracted to older men with a hairy chest, and a seeing a hairy crotch on the internet made my own member hard as a rock.
Pastor Robert Miles arrived that Saturday around 4:00 p.m. I answered the door when he knocked. "You must be John," he announced as he stuck out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Robert. You can call me Rob, though." He was a big guy who looked to be in his early 50s, about 6' tall, around 220 lbs. with short graying brown hair parted to the side. Not fat, but just solid like a football player. He was wearing dress shorts, a pull-over collared shirt, and Nike shoes.
Not too bad-looking, I thought.
I could see some brown curly chest hair sticking out of his shirt where he left one of the buttons unbuttoned. "Come on in," I told him and offered to take his small bag of clothes.