Jesus, a man of God, is a stranger to the touch of another. His body, a temple, yearns for release from the constant state of arousal. He retreats to his private chamber, the scent of incense still clinging to his skin. He begins to massage his body, the oil slicking his muscles as he works his way down. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, a gasp escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. The room is filled with the sound of his hand moving rapidly, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he brings himself to a shuddering orgasm, his body convulsing as he spills his seed onto his stomach.