I began my research by telephoning the busiest cocksucker I know: Trebor Healy, a gay poet who has praised slurping in paeans such as "Dick Prayer," "The Big Cock Candy Mountain" and "The Star-Spangled Boner." Trebor informed me that "organic vegetarians taste the best, and those who drink plenty of liquids put out a better consistency; the dehydrated lad can get a bit thick. Also, a man whose mouth tastes good will always have delicious cum, while a foul kiss leads to less-than-fabulous sperm."

Trebor's report depressed me, because I'm neither vegetarian nor an avid imbiber of beverages. My next call was even less reassuring. Al Lujan, a head-bobbing writer, performer and filmmaker, said that the first sperm he swallowed tasted the best because "it was dispensed from a 15-year-old kid who lived off candy. My following experiences left me with the impression that the older you get, the nastier your sperm tastes. Ah, sweet spurt of youth."

I'm 48 and I never eat sweets, so my phallus phlegm is getting fouler every day? I decided to stop querying gay guys immediately; my survey swiveled instead to wide-jawed women.

Ex-porn star Annie Sprinkle established her expertise on the topic when she modestly mentioned to me that she had "swallowed the cum of probably over 1,000 men." Her wholesome opinion -- "vegetarians have sweeter sperm than meat eaters" -- echoed Trebor's frightening analysis. Sprinkle also suggested that "smoking, drinking, drugs and asparagus negatively affect the flavor."

Sex surrogate Tara Livingston of Los Angeles received my next panicked call. Shrewdly, she stalled my self-disgust by conveying only the sperm taste enhancers: "plums, nectarines, oranges, lemons, limes, parsley, cilantro, spearmint, peppermint, grapefruit and green tea." Unfortunately, I don't nibble on any of that sissy stuff.

Sex writer Katy Bell -- who says she has "slurped the milky way from California to New York to Mexico" -- ticked off three nutritional tips for a mellow ejaculate: hard candies, gallons of apple juice and fruit. But her must-be-avoided list was far lengthier, and it included all of my favorite foodstuffs: asparagus, chicken, garlic, onions and dairy products. Egads! My dream menu is an abomination.

A quick Yahoo search of "taste of semen" info sank me further into self-revulsion. Asparagus popped up incessantly on my screen like a sprouting forest of the slender green shafts; it's unanimously the worst culprit in causing stinky semen. This plagued me because I eat entire phalanxes of the delicious spears every week -- big, fat battering rams and skinny arrows; I slather them all with mayonnaise and cram them into my maw, even the stems.

Milk products also make cum chunks notoriously nasty because of the "high bacterial putrefaction level," asserts Sexuality.org. Other edibles that sexperts consistently label as bitter wad wreckers (and that I haven't already mentioned) are red meat, broccoli, cauliflower, Brussels sprouts, greasy food, spices, coffee and chocolate. Chemically processed liquor creates an extremely acidic taste, but naturally fermented beverages like sake and Rolling Rock or Honey Brown beer give spunk a sugary taste. Tobacco is also guaranteed to gross out one's goo.

What makes a man's emission yummy? Pineapple, claims Lexx.com. Kiwi fruit and celery, says a chat man who grabbed this advice from "Nina Hartley's Guide to Fellatio" video. Mangoes are admired, plus every other sweet fruit and tangy sprig that Livingston and Bell mentioned. I clicked through numerous Web sites, desperately cataloging the rumored do's and don'ts, until I suddenly thought: Where's the scientific process? Are there only silly urban myths to rely on? Who has done the clinical research that can establish irrefutable facts?

Urologists, I decided. I dialed some dick doctors. Dr. Lawrence Ross of the University of Illinois in Chicago shocked me by totally dismissing the entire notion that disparity in taste even exists! "In all healthy men," he contended, "seminal fluids are constant and similar because they all include precise components -- potassium, calcium, sodium, magnesium, phosphorus, etc. -- that maintain the very stable pH acidity that is needed to support the spermatozoa." In other words, a foul stench is exactly what the polliwogs want.

Dr. Robert Oates of the Boston Medical Center offered only a grudging acceptance of the flavor theories. "I wouldn't be surprised if substances like garlic and asparagus that come out in urine and sweat were also secreted in semen," he admitted. "But there's no definitive data on this. Medical research is done for crucial health reasons and this doesn't qualify." What!? He's obviously wrong: Our planet would be infinitely more peaceful if semen tasted like Snapple.

My final inquiry was to William Fitzgerald, Ph.D., of the Silicon Valley Relationship and Sexuality Center. "Bill" warmly and promptly delivered a huge load of info. Semen's metallic taste, he explained, is due to its zinc ingredient, and "diabetics tend to have a honey or cantaloupe taste, most likely due to the spilling over of excess sugars in the body." When amino acids in certain foods are broken down, he continued, it's possible that the resulting products end up in the semen. Asparagus' curse, for example, could be that "methionine is broken down and methyl mercaptan is produced ... with its awful odor." Nicotine and certain drugs can also "be deposited in genital organs like the epididymis and seminal vesicles."

OK. All right. I memorized all my notes. If anyone knows how to make his spunk scrumptious, it's me. All I have to do to get the tastiest tube on earth is to subsist eternally on the sap of 12 stupid items that bore me to death. I'd do it, I decided. But then, I felt a sudden pang of evil hunger, a repulsive yearning inside my gut for asparagus and mayonnaise with slabs of greasy, spicy beef and a giant glass of chocolate milk.

My cum will stink forever, I sighed. But so what? I have options. I can yank it out and spew on the sheets. I can continue my mortified apologizing. I can offer my lover a strawberry Life Saver to suck on to combat the upcoming stench. I can try to discharge on the back of her throat: no taste buds there. I can tell her I love her: Romance sweetens reality's putridness.

But give up my favorite foods? No way. Ain't gonna happen. I'll never stop swallowing asparagus, even if it means I'll never get swallowed.