Knock

He shouldn't be here.

Knock

This is a mistake.

Knock

Moses materialized out of thin air, carrying his Shepard's staff and dressed in simple garments, that (had it been any other man) Jesus would normally not find unattractive. But Moses was no ordinary man.

"My Lord and Savior," Moses said, "what brings you to Egypt?"

"I heard what you did for your people," Jesus said. "I came. To thank you."

That was mostly true. Jesus came to thank the Shepard, but he would not leave until the Shepard personally thanked him.

"Really?" Moses stammered. "You came for me?"

Jesus couldn't help but laugh. "For you, I'd come any day..."

Moses' eyes widened with pleasure. "My prayers have been answered."

He let Jesus inside, not knowing that soon he would be inside of Jesus.

The two men sat at a table for supper.

"Would you like some water? I'm afraid it's all I have," Moses said sheepishly.

Jesus chuckled. "You forget who I am."

With a devilish grin, he turned the water into wine.

As Jesus took his first sip, Moses teased, "I know something else you can swallow."

Jesus choked on his liquor, nearly spitting it out. He felt an intense surge of shame when Moses, as sly as a fox, pulled out a slice of bread.

Jesus cocked an eyebrow. "Those weren't the buns I was expecting."

"Oh really," Moses said, "which buns were you expecting?"

Jesus felt his phallus inch closer to heaven, throbbing with the holy spirit. Unable to deliver himself from sin, he reached for Moses' staff. It too inched closer to heaven.

Moses shuddered at the touch. Every nerve ending in his body was a live wire. Unable to resist his desire for the body of Christ, he led Jesus to his bed.