Libido is back.
Thanks be to Jesus.
Yep, Jesus.
I found Jesus.
Weekend before last.
Online.
Strictly speaking it had been the weekend before that I’d first encountered him.
And strictly speaking I met him as @Jesus.
And he’s not what you imagine Jesus to be.
No golden beard or benign smile.
No outstretched arms with upturned palms.
And he definitely wasn’t wearing a white robe.
And although he’s called Jesus, you kind of pronounce it like Hey Zeus.
But it’s spelled Jesus.
And it means Jesus.
But the resemblance kind of ends there.
@Jesus is this incredibly sexy South American boy.
25.
Lives with his parents in Fairfield.
I’d first seen him on Twitter.
Then Gaydar.
Then Grindr.
Where I learned he was 24.8 km away.
Totally cyber stalked him.
Then messaged him with an uninspired ‘Hey’.
Messaging turned to flirtation.
Flirtation turned to sex on skype.
(For despite much protestation from almost every poof I know when faced with accusations in relation to skype-sex, if these chats are going well they invariably lead there)
After we’d seen each other ejaculate on our keyboards we then decided it was OK to swap numbers.
Tested the new waters with some sms-tennis.
Then agreed to meet…
For coffee…
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