male/male

Oral Examination

Benny.

Yes, Ray?

Can I ask you something?

Anything.

How come you have to *taste* everything all the time?

It's the way I was taught to track a man.

But mud, old gum wrappers, and god-knows-what-else off the street? Wouldn't you rather taste something *else*?

Like what?

Oh, like... (Ray takes Benny's hand and presses it to...) ...this.

Oh, my.

...and this...

Oh, dear.

...and this...

Oh, Ray!

(Laughter.) I think you need to take an examination. Oral, of course. Let's start with Question #1.

Mmm. Exceptional quality, Ray. (Several minutes later.) I would say, a *most* pleasant satiny texture. You had toast and strawberry jam for breakfast, and brushed your teeth with Pepsodent.

Very good Next question.

Mmm, ah, quite a delicious flavor. Salty, I think. Sweat-salty.

It's gettin' *hot* in here, Benny! Is it me, or is the thermostat on the blink again?

It's you, Ray.

Oh.

Umm, a nice, firm hardness. This nipple is *very* responsive.

Mmph!

Now, do I pass on this question?

Oh, yeah, I think so. Now, Question #3.

Oh!

(Several noises, none of which is dialogue, then...)

Ooh, Benny!

Mmm. Silk over steel, a flavor that is *you* that I can't quite describe, Ray, and a salty/sweet combination Mmm. Very good.

C'mere.

Do I pass?

With red-and-white flying colors, Benny.

Ray?

Mmm?

Let's add a little blue to that flight. I think *you* should take the exam now.

Benny!

"Gilda Lily"--"Queen Of The Quickies"! (7/24/96)


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