The BJ Cafe

Saturday Night Highlights

Simeon 

Simeon's mouth flooded with the sperm of a hefty, hairy, very sweaty, forty-ish year-old human male. The guy came and came... and came, like he hadn't shot off in weeks. Simmy swallowed and drank it as the man rested his hand on Simmy's head casually and just let go, shooting and shooting, with a relaxed and pleased sigh. 

When he finished, he wouldn't remove his hand though, and Simmy figured what was coming next. The bachelor party in the basement of The BJ Cafe had been going for about and hour and the guys were all buzzed on beer and liquor, so it was pretty much fucking inevitable... the guy let his cock deflate in Simmy's mouth and then, without any tell or warning to Simmy, he began to relieve his bladder in said mouth. Simmy began swallowing down the sweet, hot, stream of beer-piss and was a good server, in that, he took it all down and spilled not a single drop of it. The man was impressed, as were his buddies, and a loud raucous cheer rang out before he was let go of and came up from between the guys legs.

Someone shouted, "Me next!" 

There were twelve of them. Simmy knew it would be a long evening, but he didn't mind, it was his favorite thing to do. Suck cock, take loads, swallow piss, lick nipples, maybe rim a little, or get some stinky toes or armpits to imbibe with. He was an orally-fixated, cock-pig and he knew it. He wasn't a bottom. He didn't like any form of anal sex, giving or receiving, he just loved serving men the ways he enjoyed serving them. 

After three hours most of them were passed out and the host couldn't get hard anymore, so Simmy discretely left them where they were to sleep it off, the extra time would just be charged to their bill and Simmy expected a good tip for all his... hard-on work. He wandered up the back stairs and to the back door that lead to the alleyway. 

It was a dark, wet, night in the lower levels of The Moon that Saturday. It didn't rain down there, of course, but it was moist and damp from the heating of all of the levels above. 

Simmy could still taste and smell jizz in his mouth and throat from all the cum and piss-loads the boys and men had pasted off in him. He smiled thinking about all that.

His wrist chimed and he was requested by a client inside. He went in and out to the main floor to table fourteen where he was surprised to see Tor sitting there with a beer and a "human and male" necklace on.

Tor greeted him with a nod and his bottle in the air, "Hey."

"Hi. ...again. Didn't think I'd see you back here and requesting me? I'm flattered."

Tor motioned for Simmy to sit opposite him, "Aren't you the ONLY human male serving in here?"

Simmy climbed into the booth, "Tonight I am."

"So, how was... that thing, you blew last night?"

"That THING, is a very sweet male called a Zudo, I don't know his name as this place doesn't have his language on file, and I'm not allowed to discuss clients with clients, anyway."

"Right. Of course."

"Why did you leave? I was hoping to service you." 

"Really?"

"Yeah, why not, what's wrong with you?"

Tor 

"Nothing. And I got a call from a friend and had to go unexpectedly."

"Really? No lies?"

Tor fully lied. "Really. No lies." 

"So should we get this table out of the way?"

"I'm not ready for that yet."

"You shouldn't request me, if you're not gonna use me, I could be serving other clients. It's 
considered rude to them."

"Noted. Okay, in future I won't make a request unless I'm good to go."

"Okay. Good. So, why aren't you... good to go?"

Tell him, Tor. He's a cock-sucker. Tell him. "Can I be honest with you?"

"I prefer that with clients, and everyone, for that matter."

"Well, I love head. I mean, I - really - love - it."

"Perfect, I love giving it, let's go!"

"But..."

"What?"

"But... I've had guys try before on me."

"Ah, I see. You can only get off with women?"

"Yeah."

"How many guys have you tried?"

"Two."

Sarcastically, "Oh! So... a lot, then!"

It was playful banter between men, "Fuck you."

"Aht-ah, I don't fuck, just suck. This place isn't called The BJ Cafe for nothing."

"How many dicks would you say you've sucked over the years?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Tor, were I to give you the actual answer to that question it would terrify you and I'd never see you in here again."

"Ah, so, aren't you worried about ...stuff?"

"Everyone knows that no one gets on The Moon with STDs, everyone is screened and held on entry. All the dicks I suck on and off are clean and so is all the cum and pi... stuff -- I swallow. Anyway, all the servers who work here have to leave a drop of blood each night for testing before they can leave. I'm perfectly clear and healthy, thank you very much." Simmy was getting bored so he asked, "So tell me about the first guy to try and suck you off."

"He was a friend from school. He came out to me earlier in the day and he got pretty drunk that night and things got weird and he went down on me. But I couldn't stay hard. It didn't work. He gave up and we never did anything like that again. In fact, we kinda lost touch after that."

"You're a true friend, I can tell."

"Screw you."

"So you completely forgot about this guy and sometime later another guys tries?"

"College, frat party, basement, drinking again, one thing leads to another and my dick is in some guys mouth. And man is he really trying. He's got me hard and keeping me there, but I just can't cum. He's beggin' me for it and that's turning me on, you know, being wanted that way, seeing a man beg for my load and shit was hot as fuck, ...but I couldn't do it. I couldn't even force myself to cum. I totally jacked my dick numb trying to cum for him. It was another complete epic fail."

"Not to sound like a psych-doc here, but why do you think that is?"

"I don't know! I wish I did."

"Tor, listen to me, as someone that's sucked off thous... a lot -- of guys. You have to be into it. It's not just a mechanical process for all men. For some it probably is, pump them a little and they will cum. Clearly that is not the case with you. You have to be plugged in, on a wavelength, trusting the connection, and guys just don't... plug  your plug, if you see what I mean. What I'm saying is that I'm happy to try for you, but I really don't think you'll leave here with a smile on your face. Why not just request a human female?"

"Is there one here?"

"We have one serving one night a week. I think this week it's Sunday. So tomorrow."

"Yeah, that's what I mean, one night a week. I want blow-jobs more often than that. A lot more often than that."

"Well, you're right then, it's probably only a man that would be willing to service you that much."

"I know! That's why I need to learn to get over this thing. So I can get more head."

"Well, you're in the right place."

"But am I with the right guy?"

"You tell me. Tor, look, for this to work, I would think you need to feel totally free and comfortable with the person going down on you. It could be that you were so nervous those other times not because they were so spontaneous, but because you didn't know for sure what the guy was gonna do. May I ask you... are you afraid of guy-guy sex?"

"Not afraid of it, but I don't want it."

"Right. Okay. That's good you seem to know that for sure."

"I do. No question there."

"Good. Good. Let me ask you this then, when a guy touches you, does it make you --- nervous?"

"Yeah, very."

"Why?"

"You're right. It's because I'm not sure what he's gonna try next and I always have to be ready."

"Right. You can't relax into it. Let's lower this table and try something extremely basic."

"What?"

"Calm down, nothing complicated. Trust me. Trust Simmy the cock-sucker. Please."

Tor became very nervous all of a sudden, was Simmy about to undo his pants and pull out his dick and suck him right here in front of everyone? 

No! Please! I'm not... ready... 

When Simmy gently lifted up the bottom of Tors shirt and kissed his bare belly, softly, Tor relaxed. The two men connected in the eyes. When Simmy affectionately pressed his face all over Tor's bulge, Tor's cock jumped in his pants. It ever so slowly woke up and became harder. After a moment more of that face and those hot breaths, it became so uncomfortable Tor almost hoped Simmy would release it, but Simmy did not.
 
Simmy told him, "You, my new friend, are a very handsome male."

Tor didn't answer. He was transfixed, slightly nervous and feeling self-aware, but yet still able to trust Simmy . While Simmy's face sniffed and rubbed in Tors crotch his hands removed both of Tors scuffed up, old, black work-boots. Tor didn't stop Simmy or object. He wanted to see where Simmy would go so he let it play out. He had no issues about being barefoot in public. When Simmy pulled back and lifted his left foot up and removed his sock it felt good to have that sock off. When Simmy closed his eyes and inhaled the strong odor of Tor's damp toes, Tor watched him do it and he saw, and finally understood, that Simmy ...enjoyed men. He loved every part of a males body, from head to toes. He wanted to please them and in turn get his own pleasure.

Tor was starting to see that Simmy got his pleasure from being used by other men to get their pleasure. 

Tor could fully see in Simmy's face and eyes that it completely bliss-ed him out to lick the dirty stink from between Tor's toes.  

Simmy removed Tor's other sock and placed all of Tor's toes in his wide mouth. 

This guy wants you, Tor. He wants YOU. He wants your feet and your dick ...and your cum. 

Give it to him. Give him your dick.

Tor found himself reaching down to undo the zipper in his pants all while looking Simmy directly in his glowing contact covered, but very content, eyes.

He undid the top button of his pants and let his black, cotton boxer briefs tent freely. 
Simmy finished with Tor's toes and leaned over the tent and sniffed deeply before rubbing his face all over the dark fabric. Tor's member was definitely eager and his pink cut cock-head appeared from under the elastic at the top. 

When Simmy licked on it, it was like being set on sexual fire. Firm, warm, wet, tongue-work and a gentle sucking on just that part of Tor was enough to make him pulse up some pre-cum with a powerful flexing of his shaft. For a split second Tor worried about doing that, but then, he remembered that Simmy wanted it. He wanted that drop of pre-cum. It was so relaxing to finally understand, that he didn't need to be afraid, and that he could finally let his dick do... what it wanted to do.

Suddenly a series of flash-backs raced through his mind, and every girl that had ever been between his legs, holding his dick and ...

"Stop!" Tor exclaimed, quickly pushing Simmy off himself violently and getting himself zipped and buttoned up quickly.

"Tor, please! You were doing so well!"

"I can't do it!" Tor pushed Simmy out of his way and ran off and out of The BJ Cafe.

Almost, as if on cue, Simmy's wrist chimed as a new client was requesting him.

Hol'ee 

Hol'ee Fintam Outherbrook was a reptilian-based, green, multi-shaded, scale-covered, humanoid who never gave a fuck who (or what) sucked on his dick, only that it got sucked on, and that he got off... and that the sucker doing the sucking fucking swallowed his load. 

He was of average human height and build with a thin, but long, eight inch, snake-of-a-dick between his legs that was normally up inside his body and not visible or flapping in the breeze. His testicles were also inside his body and never descended like a humans would. His dick would emerge when he was excited, but his nuts remained inside where it was warm. He could squirt a lot too. An orgasm for him lasted almost five minutes and he was good for at least three of them, sometimes five and one time he managed six. 

Since Hol'ee's people, known as the Asteeses (or sometimes rudely called by humans the Slinkies) kept their sexual organs on the inside, when not mating, they were among the few groups on the Moon that were not required to wear any clothing. Most of them had belts, with pouches to keep things like key-cards, bank-cards and trinkets. A few wore tan or black leather sashes with clan insignias on them. Most had adopted the Earth practice of tattooing their dark green body's with intricate patterns from their culture and legends. Hol'ee' had a large dragon-ish head inked on his chest in lime-yellow ink to stand out from his natural dark green skin tone. The head was roaring and encircled by a stringy web that made a larger circle.

He requested Simmy only because he was the only human in the place that night. Hol'ee never liked humans, their pungent stink or their rough skin or their shitty attitudes, so planting his nut-load down one of their useless throats was always a serene and almost religious pleasure for him. Watching and feeling one of them, male or female, swallowing his massive fuck-wad was sheer contentment for him.

Select Human.

Select Male from the menu.

Press "special request". 

Enter: S - I - M - M - Y.

Fine! Give me the damned chip-thing and let's fucking GO! 

Button punch, button punch, button punch. Come on, Door! Open! 

Yeah! It's time to fucking PARRRRRR-TY!

He grabbed his usual table way in the back corner where the lighting was even worse than normal and got out his gear. He ordered a pitcher of uber-beer, several shots of varying kinds of whiskeys, and laid out (and snorted up) a few lines of something the locals call "purity". 

Simmy came to his booth and sat down right up next to him. Simmy placed his hand on the inside of Hol'ee's leg and it was Hol'ee that took his hand and ran it up to his crotch where his dick was just starting to emerge; an inch or two at first. Simmy massaged it out fully under the table. Hol'ee growled in the humans ear softly, but menacingly, even showing his fangs, "You fucking stink, human. You all smell so fucking disgusting to us. Like the pieces of dick sucking trash you are. It makes me wanna PUKE!"

Hol'ee did two shots and another line on the table before he raised it up and out of the way. Simmy instinctively went for the floor and between the males knees where his cock was fully out and erect and even slightly drippy with a white-pink fluid. Simmy sipped a few drops free of the head as Hol'ee watched him intent to see him work.

"You're one sssssick fuck, human."

It tasted and smelled like black-charred, burnt toast but Simmy pretended to like it. He hummed and smiled went back for more. Hol'ee took his neck and pressed it down and held the human in place with a mouthful of his dick. "Hold still, human, and let me drip in your mouth a while." This was a common thing among his people and Simmy knew it was gonna happen. He sipped down the awful tasting fluid breathing at Hol'ee's base. If he'd had public hair, Simmy's nose would be swimming in it, but he didn't. 

Then all of a sudden the flooding of Simmy's mouth started and Hol'ee sighed deeply as he started to finally release. Simmy gulped and gulped and swallowed and swallowed and the cum actually tasted better than the pre-cum. It was slightly sweeter and that made it just barely bearable. The first unloading went on for a full three minutes and it was only when he was done that Simmy was released. 

Hol'ee wasn't snorting cocaine, but purity was a vibrant, stimulant none-the-less and it was doing the trick. It was keeping him hard as fuck and eager to go again and again... and again. He placed Simmy 's face in his lap so his dick was resting in his mouth and he said, "Sip, as I drain some more." Simmy sipped and swallowed. "I can hear you gulping it down, human. I like hearing that. My brothers are on their way here and when they arrive you will sip and suck us and you will swallow all our sperm until we have none left to drain off in your mouth and down your stinking human throat."

Simmy hummed with pleasure, while the taste was not great, it was still body-fluids squirting out of male dicks and that always turned Simmy on.  Remember what a truly serious dick-pig that Simmy is and that you cannot abuse the willing.

Hol'ees two younger brothers (Ola'tar and Grol) arrived and the three of them filled Simmy's mouth and belly with their very nasty tasting, liquidy, pre-cum and their slightly sweeter cum for about two hours. One of them even managed to get Simmy licking his clawed, feet and toes; carefully, of course. It was the most degrading thing a human had done for them that they had ever seen. They joked that now they knew why humans smelled so bad. Or at least why that one did!

Beeb 

The Zudo were a race that was still very new to the Planetary Alliance (and to The Moon), having petitioned for, and been granted access, just a few short weeks ago. There was much left to do and setup before their integration was assured and before they could prosper in what was for them a new economy. 

An embassy had to be setup on their planet (and it was) and their language analyzed (and it was), translated into all other tongues (two languages were done, English and Chinese, the rest were pending) and uploaded (none were presently) into the systems of member worlds and their satellites. 

This meant that they were extremely limited in where they could go and be understood. They carried a small language pack around with them, that they could offer to any location they went, for uploading. Though conveying that desire without a language-pack installed to start with, was difficult, at best. It was a classic catch-twenty-two, in that, you couldn't ask someone to install the language-pack without first having installed the language-pack.

Beeb and the other Zudo currently living with him (his three brothers), were all newly minted ambassadors for their planet sent to the moon to setup an embassy there, and later, another on Earth itself. Their liaison officer (and the ambassador for Earth on Zudo) was a male known as Aitch (his full name was Harold Sherwood Easter, but everyone affectionately called him, Aitch). It was he that had brought them to The Moon and got them passed customs and the quarantine and the thorough medical testing required to stay. Aitch secured them their living space and uploaded a primary language pack to the rental buildings AI for them so it could understand them. 

It was also Aitch that had first mentioned The BJ Cafe to Beeb one very drunken night out while teaching the Zudo about beer, a substance they instantly fell in love with, and one which they could drink lots and lots of without becoming very drunk on. It was their huge, furry body-mass. They drank it almost exclusively all the time often downing a six-pack with a meal without any ill effects what-so-ever.

Beeb entered the rental place he shared with his brothers on level sixteen. Teer was laying on his back and eating something called "pizza" on a large, square-based, gray sectional sofa in the "living room". Teer was physically a duplicate of his brother, who was nearly all black all over his body and fur, but Teer was pure white with striking emerald eyes to his brothers golden ones.

The room was a large rectangle with three doors on the west side (two bedrooms, one bathroom) and the elevator's entrance and exit doors on the south side, the north side was a holographic projection of a field of wheat on Earth blowing in the wind gently at night in some moonlight, though none of the Zudo living there understood the representation and none of them had ever visited Earth. They all thought it, the projection, (not Earth) was nice though. The west wall was covered in drawers and cabinets and shelves with nick-knack decorations on them, but again, these were things that the Zudo couldn't really understand or appreciate.

Beeb's other two brothers (Jales and Pac), where out Clubbing for the night. 

The two Zudo spoke in their own language which is, of course, translated here to English for the benefit of the reader.

Teer asked, "Brother! Finally you return. How was it? Did you get the same human again?"

"I did." Beeb stepped inside fully and the elevator doors closed behind him with a shhhfpt.

"Was it as wonderful as the first time?"

"It was! Truly brother! You have no idea how good it feels!"

Teer sat up and finished his slice in one bite as Beeb sat down next to him and took one for himself from the box on the "coffee table".

"And did the little human die this time?"

"No, he did not!"

"But he passed out again... didn't he?"

"Sadly, ...yes."

"You are going to kill him, brother. We don't know what our cum does to humans when they ingest it. It could be fatal to them."

"I refuse to think it is. Maybe it just makes them... tired, we don't know. He always wakes up after a few minutes." Beeb shoved the entire slice in his mouth and chewed it. "This is very good."

"I know. And by always... you mean the last two times? The ONLY two times you've fed him your cum."

"But brother, if you only knew how amazing it feels! There is nothing I can relate it to in life to make you understand how amazing it is. Until you do it, you will never know."

"So let's say I do it, and you do it, and all four of us do it, and he fucking passes out and fucking dies? What then? Do you really want to kill a human? Or risk extinguishing his life, because it feels good for you to paste your spunkload in his mouth and have him swallow it all down his little pink throat.  We are not like that, brother. Our kind are not killers."

"I never force him! He drinks it all by himself. I never had to tell him or prompt him to do that." Beeb opened the box for more food but there was none. "Get more of this."

Teer stood up and went to the west wall, waved his large arm to make a glowing menu appear near one of the shelves. "Last order, repeat, quantity five. Now." 

He waved his huge furry arm again and the menu disappeared.

"Order placed."

The elevator chimed and he went to it and pressed the answer button. A small delivery-bot holding five pizza boxes rolled in, placed the pies on the coffee table and rolled out before the elevator doors even closed. Thanks to a morally deficient, entirely consumerist economy, delivery of just about anything, anywhere in the future is pretty much fully instantaneous.

Beeb took a hot slice and shoved it into his mouth and burned himself, "Fffftttthhhuuck!"

"Be careful, it's very hot to start off." Teer gave him a lukewarm bottle of beer that had been sitting nearby, "Drink, brother." 

It wasn't pleasant to taste but did the trick as Beeb guzzled it down, "You could have warned me!"

Teer sat down next to Beeb and said carefully and sternly, "I am trying to warn you, brother, but you're not listening. You are impetuous and you always have been. Please... I beg you, please, be careful with the little human boy."

Beeb knew his brother was right but he didn't have to like it. He blew on his slice to cool it, "Do we at least have any COLD beer?"

Teer was unhappy that he might not be getting through to Beeb, "...I'll get some." 

End of Saturday Night Highlights