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THE GOD SPOT “It is good,” God said to no one in particular. He yawned mightily and stretched both arms out in mock exhaustion. “Another nine to fiver down the drain. And high-high-hum, it’s back from work I come.” A sudden flutter of wings from behind the throne interrupted his senseless reverie. “Why, Gabe, how nice of you to drop in.” And God roared in laughter at his own joke. The angel moved sheepishly forward, tucking his makeshift wings behind him. A shining halo hung crookedly over his head, and he reached up to adjust it as he spoke. “Uh, God, we may have a problem. The-” “Damn monkeys, right?” God cut in, “Flinging their own shit around like so much garbage.” He scratched his nose and muttered, “Should’a given them that extra gene.” “Uh, no, sir, that’s not it,” Gabriel replied. “You’re telling me that having shit plastered all over my work isn’t a problem?” “No, sir- I mean, yes, sir, it is a problem, but we have a bigger concern. You’ve created the sun and the water and the animals and all are good-” “Very good.” “Very good. And sir, that’s just it. Everything you’ve made is perfect.” “Except for the monkeys.” Gabriel ignored the wisecrack and continued. “And there is nothing down there to screw it all up. You have basically made a clone of Heaven, sir, and quite frankly, the others see no point in staying here.” With you, he almost added, but bit his tongue. “Hmmm....so…” “So, you’d lose it all,” Gabriel finished reluctantly. “The birds, the fish, the plants.” He batted his eyelids. “Us.” The silver-haired being sat silently, pondering the message he had just received. He had outdone himself this time. His creation was too good. These mighty spirits would simply walk away? He couldn’t allow that. Why, this would be the end of the after-work parties. There would be no more willing cornholes to bugger, no more angelic meat to stuff inside the black hole between his cheeks. But, then again, he would be free of the monkeys… “Sir?” “Huh? Oh, right, you’re dismissed.” Gabriel sighed and walked away, slightly relieved his service was not required today. Then: “Oh, Gabe.” His stomach rose as he turned. “Sir?” “Wiggle that ass for me.” Later that sixth day, God sat upon his jewel-encrusted throne, fist under his chin, thinking on all he had made. His free hand roamed silently down to his nether regions, resting casually on his massive peter. An imposing figure himself at fourteen feet, God’s own penis was an astounding twenty-six inches erect. A screw-up, he thought, stroking the giant rod. I must create a screw-up. But he could not. Every word he spoke brought something beautiful, something pure, something perfect. The blood began rushing downwards and he grabbed his instrument and watched it grow. The Creator cupped his balls and sack as he began pumping his fist around the thickening phallus. A few quarts of cum leaked out as he worked his tool, giant drops landing with loud splats! on the golden tiles. He kept his gaze locked into the distance and his mind focused on how to solve the problem. “Ugh…I…aah…cannot fix this,” said God. He stroked his foreskin rapidly over his cock head, feeling his balls tighten below with each tug. Maybe I should just start over, he puzzled. Two more drops catapulted from his holy torch, and he watched them sail across the throne room. I cannot lose my servants, my beings, my…”Oh, yes…ugh…aah…Damn!” And indeed, Adam shot forth from God’s cock with a resounding Pop! God watched amusedly as the sperm-man wallowed around in his sticky birthing fluid before finally pausing to stare at his creator. “The power of thought,” God said aloud, as he yanked the last few drops of cum from his throbbing member. “Oh to be me.” Adam just stared back blankly. A shock of brown hair sprouted from his head and fell over two wide eyes. He was staring at the hole from which he had just been expelled- the hole from which thick, pearl-like drops were still falling. He watched as God shook the (monster, Adam thought) and his own hand slid down to an already hardening appendage. His skin was darker than God’s, but despite a few cosmetic flaws, he looked exactly like Him. “Your name is Adam,” God said slowly, wiping his sticky hand across his robe. “It means the first man.” He pointed down at the wide-eyed creature. “You are that man.” Adam still did not respond, so God decided to test him. “So, what is your name?” He boomed. This time, Adam smiled and began to pull on his cock in obvious pleasure. His mouth hung open, but he still said nothing. God sighed contentedly and leaned back upon his throne. This creation can only think about one thing, he decided. I may just have that screw-up, after all. “Adam,” He began, “I now give you dominion over all of my creation…except my angels. They’re mine…you can’t have them. But you can have the trees and the fish and the birds,” he said. “Do whatever you like with them- have fun.” And he bent over and blew his living breath onto Adam’s naked body. Adam had no time to brace himself for the whirlwind, nor did he release his grip from his oozing dick. “Indeed,” God said, “man will only think with that for the rest of time.” He watched the man twist and turn, head over heels, and finally disappear out the front gate of Heaven. There, God knew, he would make a quick descent to Earth, and soon take his rightful place as head of creation. Having watched this entire scene unfold, Gabriel now quietly approached the throne, his own member lengthening before him. “That was good, sir,” he spoke. “I am sure your work will become a disaster in no time.” “A disaster?” God raised a bushy eyebrow at his favorite boy-toy. “I don’t think you put that quite right.” “Oh, yes, sir, I did,” the angel retorted. It will all soon be a complete mess. A rather thorough undoing, sir.” He edged closer to God. “No, you have it all wrong, Gabe,” said God, and he scooped the angel up with one adroit move, planting the being firmly upon his crotch. “You shouldn’t have gone there.” Gabriel twisted around upon God’s lap, feeling the submarine begin to ascend into his ass. He licked his lips in anticipation and spread his legs out as far as he could manage. His scrotum was full and ready to burst, but he knew that God always came first- literally. So he waited, his puckered anus twitching with visions of sugar plums and holy cum. And God saw that it was good. Very good. 
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