male/male
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)