The BJ Cafe

Friday Night's Highlights

Tor 

Tor stood outside a very run down establishment on the bottom level of what everyone referred to as "The Demon City". It lay on the dark side of Earth's Moon. Tor was over two hundred levels down and just three from the very dusty and gray surface of the moon itself. The level he was on was still referred to as "the bottom", however, as the lower three were mostly for mechanical and computational services and machines and were completely off limits to any alien organics and all humans.

He stood nervously outside the place and its large door in the very dim shadows and amongst the shady characters that lurked about him down there for a moment; pondering his next actions and their potential outcomes. Did he really want to do this?

The sign over the door was neon red and someone had spray-painted in white paint before the sign the word "The". The apostrophe and ess part were broken so that what once read, BJ's Cafe now read, The BJ Cafe.

The cafe was recommended to Tor by an Internet-friend. It was his first time doing anything like this. He steeled himself and approached the door which opened for him automatically when he was in range of the sensor.

Tor was twenty-four, of European descent, with fair skin, and in amazing shape and very good health. Standing proudly at six foot three inches tall he had naturally chiseled and masculine good looks. He worked out twice week and he was slightly above average in most ways for any human male. He had broad shoulders, a big chest with firmly defined pecs and solid abs, and a thick neck. His guns were meaty, muscled and veiny. His hair was a dark, almost black, but not quite, brown. He kept that hair buzzed down but slightly longer atop for a no-nonsense look.  Tor was ruggedly attractive with a square jaw and dark deep-set eyes, under lush brows, and a days growth, that was always well trimmed, on his face. He had a wide mouth and full lips. 

All in all, Tor was a true head-turner of a man. When he walked into rooms people - women... and men - noticed. 

He was, as far as he knew, straight as they come, though in his teens he'd "dabbled" (if you can use that word about sex), with maybe two other guys in his life. 

His reason for being where he was, was... not what you might expect.

He stepped into the airlock before another door and a holographic computer screen hovering before him with a blue glow. The door behind him closed and the dank, warm, stink of the place filled his nostrils and it wasn't pleasing. It was dirty and sweaty and old all at once. 

He'd been told what to do here by his friend and he did it, selecting the color blue with white stripes for human and blue with a green dot for cis-male. His chips, already on a metal-ball-chain necklace, were deposited in a cold stainless steel tray to his right with a thunk and then a tinkling of metal on metal. They were both painted with luminous paint so they could clearly be seen in the dark. The screen then showed him various places on his particular (human) body he could wear the necklace, stating it had to be on his person and clearly visible at all times while at the cafe and that he should press the big red button hovering before him to enter the main establishment when he was ready. 

He took his necklace and just put it over his head and wore it as a necklace, like a solider wears his dog tags, and he once more steeled himself as he pressed the big red button. The screen disappeared and the inner door opened before him. He stepped inside and quickly realized there were dark lavender padded booths on both sides going down a long path. He struggled to see in the dark where you could just about make out the black and white checkered pattern in the tiled floor and took the first open booth on his left. This was not the kind of place you wanted to see the floor. 

Some kind of music was playing in the background, but very softly so conversations could be heard in many languages. The place wasn't packed, but it wasn't empty either. Humans and aliens were in booths that lined this path and at the end a cross path linked two more long paths giving the place about sixty places to sit. 

The booths were semi-circular, imagine a large cylinder about ten feet wide and five feet high, with purple velvet plush padding on the inside, and a ring of more padding to sit on about three feet up and all around the inside edge. A pole in the center of the floor was topped with a round, one inch thick, semi-clear, plexi-comp-screen that doubled as the table top. The table top was sized so that it could raise or lower itself without interfering with the knees, legs, or feet of anyone sitting inside the ring of the booth.

Tor was surprised when the table started to lower itself slowly. He quickly lifted his hand and realized he'd set it down on a virtual button in the table that made it lower. He pressed and held the "up" button to return the table to its previous height. A virtual bot appeared in the center of the table and asked him what he wanted to drink. He ordered "a beer". The assistant faded and from a hatch in the center of the table, a door opened and an ice cold beer came slowly up. He took it and the hatch closed and he waived off the questions about food. 

Who'd want to eat in this place? He thought to himself, then he scoffed, realizing that most of the servers were "eating" clients right in front of him. He noticed across the path and up two tables a large round, purple, fur-covered Fanga was holding the head of some other creature in both its large hands, between its legs, and the creature was squirming about as it was swallowing the Fanga's ejaculate. The Fanga let go of the server, who came up gasping for air, but was contented and nodded with respect to his client. The server used its arm to wipe its chin and checked a device on his wrist and went off to a door far in the back.

Tor was surprised again, when Simeon tapped him on his shoulder from behind and then swirled around to the table where he came fully into view. "Hey there." He slid into the opposite side of the booth and leaned forward over the tabletop to see Tor more clearly in the deliberately dim lighting. He checked the necklace, "Looking for a human male I see, correct?"

Tor was still tight in the throat and a bundle of nerves, "Yeah."

"I'm Simeon, but feel free to call me I'm Simmy. Is this your first time here?"

"Tor, and yeah."

"Are you nervous, Tor?"

He may as well admit it, "Eh, a little."

"I understand. It's cool tho." Simmy was calm and smiling, and, yes, "cool" never went out of style.

Simmy was an average height, nicely built, but not overly imposing, black male in his very early twenties. He had brown eyes (that were covered that night with speckled, glow-paint, blue and yellow contacts), an oval face, and a large mouth with a full pair of lips that he happily put to good use hoovering off and feasting on the sweet (and sour) cum of humans and aliens of all shapes and sizes and colors. That was Simeon's job.

Simmy kept his hair in short dreads that ended just at the top of his ears. He kept the rest of his head freshly buzz-cut daily on the lower sides and the back. That was so clients could get a really good grip on his head during a particularly intense face-fucking session, should they decide to use him that way, of course. The ends of his dread-locks where dyed with a neon azure-purple that glowed in the dark like his contacts did.

Simmy truly loved his job at the BJ Cafe and he was very good at it. He had passion for cock. He also had a kind and confident manner about him and the whispers of a British accent in his speech. His tone was even and polite and he was pleasing to listen to. Most clients, when asked, said they found him amiable and easy going, which made their first time much easier and more relaxing . 

Tor noted that Simmy was in a black jumpsuit with glowing lavender pinstipes up and down it, it had zippers up and down the both sides like it was two pieces of cloth held as one garment by said zippers only. On the front and back in the same luminous paint as the necklace chips read the single word: Server.

Tor swigged his nicely cold brew and wondered wether he should offer to buy Simmy a drink. He'd forgot to ask his friend about any social protocols once inside the place. Or had he forgot? Maybe he was afraid to ask. He was about to ask when Simmy interrupted him. 

"Just so as you know, right, I'm the only human male in service right now. For the next six hours, actually, so if I'm not your cup of tea..."

Tor was matter of fact, and Simmy was... ok... if he was gonna do this, "You're fine." 

Simmy tried some charm for the new guy, "You're pretty fine yourself."

Tor shrugged with a smile, "Thanks. Can I buy you a..." 

Simmy was eagerly waiting for him to finish, but he didn't, Tor was stunned by the huge black furred "animal" walking on two legs past him.

[Chime]

Simmy's wrist device chimed and he pressed some buttons and a holographic readout gave him a message. "It's a message from the host, I've been requested, and I think I know who by." He looked up as the large bi-pedal creature passed them slowly making his way to an empty booth at the very end of this row. "Requests have to be served immediately, unless I'm otherwise engaged, should I...?"

Tor was not happy about this at all, but he stowed it and didn't show it, "Go."

Simmy stood up and turned, "Will you be here when I get back? This will take about twenty minutes, half hour, tops."

"I ...might be."

"I hope you are." Simmy added a wink and raced down the path to the last booth.

Beeb 

Select Human.

Select Male from the menu.

Press "special request". 

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

Wait for colored-plastic-chips-thing to drop into metal tray. 

Take colored-plastic-chips-thing. 

Wrap tiny feeble chain-thing around your left wrist.

Press big red Enter button.

Enter the place.

Select an end booth (when possible).

Sit.

Order a Gin Sling... in English (or Dyranka, or Tarythian Ale).

Move drink to ledge and lower the table to floor.

Wait.

Simeon 

While Simmy did not know Beeb's name, he was very exited to see Beeb again. As far as Simmy knew no other Zudo had ever been to the cafe and he was the only one ever to ...service him or his kind. 

The Zudo are not animals, they are large, furry, intelligent, bi-pedal, humanoids with a culture and language all their own. The cafe had a constant, non-intrusive AI that was programmed to translate for clients and servers but its programming was old and not updated and the Zudo were a relatively knew species on The Moon, so it couldn't help Simmy and Beeb actually talk.

There was no question however why this huge beast was here. There was no question that Simmy had a job to do.

Simmy noted something as he approached Beeb. He ordered the same drink as last time, but he never seemed to drink it. It was there already on the ledge.

He greeted Beeb by standing and bowing to him while looking him straight in the eyes. Beeb returned the solemn nod and gestured with his arm for Simmy to come before him and kneel. Simmy stepped on what was once the table top, now in the floor, and between the large warm blooded Zudo's furry feet, legs and knees.

Beeb was the kind of black that is pure and jet. His entire body was covered in furs of varying lengths. Like a dog or cat on Earth, the face had shallow, velveteen-like fur, while the front and back and tail where more bushy. The ends of this paws / hands were also more short haired, but there was no noticeable variation in color anywhere on him. Even his nose was black. His eyes were a wonderful gold color with vertical-slit pupils much like an Earth feline. He was an eight foot tall, thick and broad chested, wide shouldered, handsomely muscled, extremely polite, total beast of a creature. 

No one knew for sure but the Beeb and his kind, could probably tear a human limb from limb with their bare hands. Fortunately for Simmy (and everyone else on The Moon), the Zudo were not aggressive unless provoked.

Beeb was entirely covered in fur, and save a small, tan, leather pouch on a six inch strap on his left arm (his carryall) and his house issued necklace for the Cafe wrapped around his right wrist, he was completely nude.

There was only one other species on the Moon that had permission to wander around naked (the Asteeses). It was all down to the simple question of if your genitalia could be seen or not (when it was not in use for mating, of course). With all that fur, the Zudo were granted reprieve from mandatory clothing laws... at least on the Moon. 

From where Simmy's nose was, he could already smell... that smell. That familiar warm scent that all males, no matter what species, seemed to exude from their crotches. Or was that Simmy making that up? Making it seem true, when it actually wasn't. Even he didn't know, but he didn't care as he fucking LOVED that smell.

He looked up into the creatures golden, cat-like, eyes and waited patiently. He couldn't start without permission, he'd learned that the first time, the HARD way, when Beeb had swatted him in the face with his large paw. Even as the mild sting of that blow faded, Simmy, looking into the big-guy's eyes and realized that Beeb was absolutely sorry for doing it. Simmy was sure that Beeb would have apologized if the translator was working for his race. Even without a clearly defined language beings can (and do) communicate the most basic of emotions. In a place like this that was all one needed and what most beings strongly relied upon to get things... uh, done.

Beeb raised his hands and held them up, facing palms out, a moment while he bowed his head and mumbled (what Simmy heard as gibberish but was actually...) a sacred prayer. Simmy reached up and placed his palms in the center of Beebs much larger ones. Beebs hands were very hot and almost twice the size of Simmys. Simmy looked down and in a few seconds a dark red fleshy cock tip rose out of the black fur between Beebs legs. Beeb had a fifteen inch cock, but it was sheathed in black skin and there was so much fur between his legs that only the last six inches protruded when he was fully erect. It was all Simmy needed. He lowered his mouth to the exposed dick-head and held his lips gently closed around it. 

You didn't suck on it or move your tongue or head, as Simmy had also learned that first time, you just held still for what was about to happen. To get it started you had to press as hard as you could against a Zudos hands which Simmy did. Beeb then placed Simmy's hands on his chest, just over his very large and firm pecs and Simmy again pressed as hard as he could on them (this was not only allowed, it was expected, the harder one pressed, the better). A low growl began deep in Beebs barrel of a chest. It went on for almost ten seconds before Simmy felt a strong flex in the pipe and Beeb let out a very soft whimper that only Simmy could hear. It was then that hot liquid began to stream out of his cock-head and into Simmy's mouth. Simmy hummed with pleasure as he drank down the warm stream of light green fluid that tasted of very sour cherries. Beeb gently put his hands on the backs of Simmy's as he continued to cum in his mouth. He pressed those human hands on his chest as hard as he dared as it all felt so good to him. Beeb came for almost a whole minute and Simmy swallowed it all. When Beeb was finished there was no mess and no fuss. Beeb released Simmys hands and Simmy looked up at him as the big beast's long cock was already vanishing back down into his thick dark fur.

Beeb caught Simmy as he stood up and promptly collapsed unconscious in Beebs huge arms. The dark furred covered beast held the human male like a baby in his arms and hugged him closely to his body and lowered his head and repeated a single word over and over that could not be translated: "...Ungrouk. ...Ungrouk. ...Ungrouk."

Beeb 

Hold the human. It is the least you may do for what he has just done for you.

He will be okay. He will be okay. He will not die. He will be okay.

"...Ungrouk. ...Ungrouk. ...Ungrouk."

Tor 

Tor sat watching all of this (Simmy servicing Beeb) from a booth he'd moved to across the long path and down a few from his first one. He finished his first beer just as Simmy was apparently swallowing the huge things load and for some odd reason he didn't feel like doing this anymore. He quickly left the establishment.

Simeon 

Nine minutes after he'd taken all of Beebs cum and passed out, the scent of orange peels and wet dog mixed in a strange way in Simmy's nose and Simmy was pleased by it. After all it was this huge, warm, beast that was holding him and rocking him, waiting for him to regain consciousness; which he did.

Simmy realized how carefully the large being was holding him and he wished he could tell him how sweet he was. He actually put a hand on his fur covered face very softly and said it, "You are so sweet to me, mister."

Beeb simply replied with another "Ungrouk."

Simmy nodded, and not knowing what he was saying, merely repeated, "Ungrouk," back. It was the other thing he noted that time, that this word, was the one Beeb always repeated to him while he was out. He wondered what it meant.

Beeb gently put him down on the floor again and Simmy knew he couldn't stay. Beeb would raise the table and leave his drink, un-drunk.

Simmy checked the booths for Tor, but he was gone, oh well. His wrist chimed again and, with a serious bellyful of Zudo spunk, he was off to suck off another male at The BJ Cafe.

End of Friday Night's Highlights