Spherical Eloquence

"Hey—hey!  A little attention down here, huh? We're part of the package, too, babe."

There was just a brush of the big wet thing. "Ahhh, hey—not just—hey!"

"Mmm, wha—what's going on?" said the other one.

"Oh for, you're sleeping over there? How could you be sleeping? Blow job going on here is what—jeez, probably all that hair, which reminds me, how come you've got more than me?"

The other one shifted, kind of shrugged up into the sac. "Whoa, look out, it's those long spindly things."

"Ow, ow, hey watch it up there—delicate skin here you know. Ow!" And as soon as they'd come, the spindly things with the hard ends were gone. "Damn, that's so annoying. Why don't those things ever go for you?"

"Probably because I don't irritate the guy so much." The other one stretched a little, pulling their skin tight.

"Oh yes, of course, it's my fault. You know—hey, listen, I think we're about to get some action."

Oooh… ahhhh… oh yeah… mmmmm, yeah, just like that… damn that's good… oh, oh

"Wait—wait, hey that wasn't enough to get my feet wet. Wha—" He watched as his friend got sucked up into the round fleshy ring only to pop back out and then the ring and the big wet thing were gone.

He narrowed his eyes at his friend's big goofy smile. "How come no one ever does that to me? What is it? Luck of the draw—position—what? I mean, how—how does it feel?

"Feels really good. And you almost did once, remember? Only you got all freaked out and the big fleshy ring let you go. After that, you just always tense up, maybe the ring can tell you're afraid?"

"I am not afraid," he glared at the other.

A big, booming, Barry White-baritone thundered down to them. "Will you guys shut up, you made that tongue thing move off somewhere else."

"Tongue?"

"Yeah, big wet thing, it's called a tongue. I think all your bellyaching made it nervous."

He stiffened. "What are you complaining about anyway, you always get all the attention—look, you've still got some action going on now."

"Yeah, but that tongue's way better than the spindly things, even the soft ones. But if this guy keeps scratching, I'm afraid this one's gonna bolt—so keep it down will ya?

"Hey, watch it there big guy. You're nothing without us. We make all the magic happen."

"I'm just sayin'—you two want any more attention, pipe down."

"See, I told you," said the other.

"See, I told you… is that the best you can come up with? You always side with him. You two always have to be right—" He rolled his eyes at his own setup and ignored the other's smirk.

"But I am always right—hey, here comes that tongue again."

Ooooh… ahhhh… oh, oh, now that… oh yeah, yeah… right there, right there… oooh

Suddenly, basking in the warm shivery wetness of the tongue, they were both upended. They heard the big booming voice. "Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about."

"Oh crap," said the other. "Looks like this one's going all the way. Battle stations!"

"Seatbelts?"

"Check."

"Crash helmets?"

The other tried to hide his smirk. "Uh, check."

"What?  You can get brain damage if you want. Me, I'm playing it—hey, don't start with me."