I screamed like a wild animal and discharged torrents of catchejism into his voluptuous side, at the same time feeling his hot sperm raining down on my back. There's not much else to tell. He was a god. We did it a few more times in varying ways, all of them great, and when I asked if he'd spend the night he mumbled something about a big meeting in the morning and started getting his things together. I guess it was pretty presumptuous of me to expect anything other than a one-nighter with Jesus, but he's the kind of guy that makes you instantly size him up as a keeper.
Men are shit.
I know we're supposed to forgive, and no doubt that extends to our Lord, but one thing still really pisses me. My own fault, I should have seen it coming a mile away - The fucking rat bastard stole my wallet. Contact Information for non-javascript enabled browsers.