Oral Examination  

 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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