Author's note: Here is chapter three, modified from the original for more sensitive audiences. Let us give thanks to RaysTestAccount for saving it from oblivion! Also, Jimothy is a character of my own creation, so don't use him without my permission!
One day Jesus was at home knitting when he heard a knock at the door. "Daddy, can I come in?" asked a soft angelic voice. The Savior looked up. His "21" year old adopted son, Jimothy, was at the bedroom door. "Of course, my son. Please come in." He patted his lap and motioned for his son to sit there, which he did. "Daddy, I have a question... Sometimes my pee-pee gets hard, and when I touch it I feel really good. Am I getting sick?" Jesus Christ chuckled. "No, honey child. You are growing up, becoming a man just like your other father and I. It is a natural impulse for you to feel that when you think about girls." "But daddy, it doesn't happen when I think about girls. It happens when I think about boys like Zachariah, Zebidah, and, uh... and you and Daddy Addy."Oh... Oh my..." Jesus was shocked, but he was also feeling something else, too. Something in his robes. "Daddy, what is touching me?" Jesus suddenly realized that he was fully erect.
"Jimothy, I had no idea that you were a homosexual, but now that you know I think it's time for me to teach you about making love." He pushed his son to the floor. His five inch penis jutted from his robes. "Now I want you to-" but he stopped, because his son had already inhaled it and was giving a blowjob almost as good as his other dad's! "Oh, oh Jimothy!" Jesus shouted as he blasted his semen in his baby boy's mouth. Before his son could spit his daddy gift out Jesus hauled him to his feet and shared a deep tongue kiss with him.
When they went to go to wash together in the tub, they saw an imposing figure standing in the doorway. "Hitler!" gasped Jesus. The Six foot five figure in the doorframe trembled with the titanic rage that is characteristic of his race. "Jimothy. Go to your room." "but-" "I SAID GO!" The boy scrambled to his bedroom, still dazed from his experience. "Hitler, I'm - I'm so sorry." Both men were crying now. "Why?" begged Hitler. Jesus couldn't look his husband in the eye. "Addie... when I was a boy... Joseph did the same thing to me!" Jesus sobbed. "That's how I was turned gay!"
At first Hitler froze, not knowing what to say to this revelation. He could see how vulnerable the Lord was at that very moment, though, so he sayd "C'mere, kiddo," and gave him a hug "Don't worry, we'll get through this... together." He smooched Christ. "I love you, Jesus. I'll always love you, no matter what. Jimothy? Jimothy, come here!"
Jimothy came in the room and they all exchanged chaste hugs and kisses, then went out for ice cream.
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