The BJ Cafe

Sunday Night Highlights

Simmy

Simmy had on a new black jumpsuit that had neon yellow lines all over it in all directions, that in the purple shadows of The BJ Cafe would appear brightly lit. His hair was fitted with fifteen inch extensions and the mass was propped up into an octo-bob with neon orange hair links. He'd also painted his fingernails in pure black with neon orange-glow paint lines in diagonals across the nail.

He was only half an hour into his shift for the night when he was requested. He sped up slightly and added a hand to the shaft to finish off (and swallow the cum of) the human male he was servicing and sauntered over to table fifty-five where Tor was sitting with a beer. 

Simmy was seriously fucking pissed off, "Oh, you... Again!"

"I'm really sorry about last time."

"You fucking should be, mister!" Simmy raced to his ear and whispered with anger, "How the fuck does it look when a guy I'm servicing just bolts up and runs off like I bit him or something? I have a reputation here, this is my work and you just wanna fuck me around and I don't fucking like it!"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I really am. Please believe me. Please. Sit. Can we at least talk?"

Simmy was still seething but sat down, "Yeah, talk! Talk! Talk is all you ever wanna do with me."

Tor trudged ahead with what he wanted to say, "I thought..."

"Wait."

"What?"

"At least take off your shirt ...and your shoes ...and socks for me. If I have to sit here, I want something nice to look at."

"Seriously?"

Simmy was dead serious, "Yeah. Do it, or I fucking walk."

Tor shook his head and did it. He was bare-chested and bare-foot in seconds, "Better?"

Simmy nodded with a slight grin.

Tor started again, "I thought about it a lot last night, ...a LOT last night, well ...all night, and I want to say..." Simmy shifted closer to Tor and pressed the button to lower the table to the floor. As it went down Tor went on. "First, I want you to know that I do trust you."

Simmy was not honored and he was still somewhat angry, "I'm - fucking - honored."

"Stop that, this is a big thing for me. It's hard for me to even have this conversation with you."

"Is it hard?" Simmy grabbed for his package and ...it wasn't. His face showed his disappointment, "Oh, it's not - what a shocker there."

Tor seemed sad and frustrated, "So, you don't actually like ME, ...you just want my dick, huh?"

"Bingo! And don't be offended by that, I'm a fucking cock sucker in a house of blow-jobs for fucks-sakes! I exist to suck off males, of almost any species, and I swallow their cum, sometimes even their piss! I'm addicted to being used by guys, and I don't care one single shit about them or who they are, I really don't, dontchoo get that? Dontchoo see that by now? If you came in here looking for a friend, I have to say, I'm very sorry I wasted your time, because you have totally wasted mine."

Tor was angry but controlled himself as he said, "Fine. Then go. Go suck off someone else!"

Simmy was eager to race off and did with a childish sneer, "Fucking gladly!"

Tor swallowed hard and got his socks and shoes on and pulled on his shirt and promptly left.

Simmy went to the back room where he realized that he had really just reacted very badly. He'd acted like a total brat and he instantly regretted it, very, very deeply. Tor was a nice guy, he definitely had some issues, but that was no reason to tell him to fuck off so meanly. 

Simmy felt that Tor would never come back after that, though. There was just no way he would. There would be no closure with Tor and Simmy was sorry for that.

His wrist chimed with a request, and before you get your hopes up, no... it wasn't Tor.

Simmy, Samuel and Robert

One Big Black Daddy-Bear and his little Chunky-Monkey

The Big black daddy-bear (his real name was Samuel) was exactly that. He was a very attractive, thirty-ish, beefy, imposing black male covered in shallow dark hair, with a slight 'stache and a small cluster of beard hair under his chin. He wore white rectangle rimmed glasses and had a tight, buzz-cut that showed off the shape of his skull. Intricate tattoos covered almost all of his body. Sam had a large bulging belly and a thick, veiny, twelve inch, uncut, monster-dick with a set of, warm, full, huge balls to match it.

His little chunky-monkey (his actual name was Robert, no, I'm not kidding) was a very submissive, twenty-ish, Asian bear-cub. Mostly smooth, with a good sized belly, unblemished light skin, and large wide nipples on fulsome, hand-filling, cub-pecs. He stood only five foot two, had straight black hair, and meaty fingers on small hands. Between his legs was a small, five inch, uncut dick that he kept very clean. Simmy usually found it wonderfully aromatic and usually drippy by the time he got to it.

When Simmy arrived from the call on his wrist com, he instantly recognized the pair as they came in about three times a week, to do what they had already started doing. The table in the booth was already down and they were both completely naked with Robert sitting in front of and between the legs of his big guy. The much lighter skinned smooth and chunky little cub had his head turned back to the darker skinned large bear and they were kissing fiercely. Samuel rubbed his large paws up and down his cubs smooth chest, belly and nips. Roberts little pecker was already fully out of it's sheath and really straining for some attention in the air between his legs.

Simmy knelt down and slid onto it tasting its slightly sour taste, but fully enjoying the feeling of it pulsing and struggling between his lips as the little guy attached to it was in cock-tormenting, sexual heaven from being snogged hard on the lips by his long-time lover. Simmy soon felt one of the little cubs sweaty paws going for his head while the other reached up to caress his bears head passionately. Simmy felt short fingers working on his ears and the sides of his head and face and he was starting to taste copious amounts of pre-cum being expelled in drops with each cock-flex. It wasn't much longer before the cub was moaning against his lovers lips and his little pecker was rapidly and uncontrollably pulsing huge volleys of hot fresh cum into Simmys mouth. Simmy swallowed and swallowed as those small fingers held intensely onto his skull. The cub pasted off a good mouthful before he was done. He pushed Simmy back and off his dick and he got free from his lip-lock long enough to spin around and present his wide ass to Simmy.

Rimming wasn't Simmy's favorite thing to do, but he always did whatever the client wanted and whatever would get him another load, (almost) no matter what that entailed. It was fortunate the cub was meticulous and clean without any fur back there. Simmy spit a few times into the crack and then began working the tight chub-cherry with his hot wide tongue while the two men kissing above him went on kissing and sharing their tongues and heat for one-another. There was no question that these two males loved one another very deeply. When they had this kind of sex, they were both committed, serious, and, at times playful, but always exuding a great and fathomless affection for one another. 

Simmy's hand had pressed a button on the table (now on the floor beneath him) and called for a bottle of lube as he ate the cubs butt. He lubed up his hand and the cubs tight crack real good and started to finger him. To loosen him up for the big black dick that was to begin its warm, loving, utter destruction inside him very soon. Once three fingers were working well, the cub suddenly pulled his mouth of his man, panted, gasped, grabbed his little dick and spun around. Simmy quickly slobbered onto it, just in time for the cubs second load to begin between his lips. The black bear pawed his lovers nipples from behind as the cub unloaded into Simmy's mouth with a tight face and very slicked up boy-hole. 

Even before the last shots of cum arrived, the large black male, pulled his lover back and down and sank his entire fat huge dick up his ass. Simmy went along (for the ride, as it were), staying on the still shooting little dick, and moving forward, as this happened. The cub was lovingly held for a little bit so he could get used to that huge black hammer up his chute. Samuel lovingly licked all over his cubs shoulders and rubbed his smooth belly and even rubbed Simmy's head a few times. Robert began to buck up and down on his black boy-friends large meat while holding Simmy's face in his lap and keeping his ever hard and eager little pecker planted firmly in Simmy's mouth.

The second time they'd come to the Cafe (and after the sex, of course) they explained to Simmy over a quick drink that the loved to make out (and fuck), but it often caused the little guy to gush cum over and over it really made a stinky, soggy mess everywhere and all over them, so they were very glad to hear about the cafe. They thanked Simmy for his service, telling him, that because of him, they could clean up some lube, have a nice post-coital drink, and basically walk out of the place without a lot of hassle.

The little cubs prostate was being ruthlessly milked by the large cock inside him and Simmy's mouth was collecting all the cum and pre-cum leaking out and sometimes squirting off in him. He swallowed every now and again to clear his mouth and let more build up. The scent from where he was, was very strong. that powerful and pungent odor of two male crotches combined. He noted also that the big guy had on a steel cock ring at his base, probably to delay orgasm as much as possible. Simmy could care, as he knew he wouldn't be tasting the big mans load. That was reserved for his lovers fuck-hole when the time finally .. uh, came (pun very intended).

The two large men got going good and the little guy was truly fucked and bounced up and down hard with lots of belly flab bouncing on those squeaky benches inside the old booth. Robert would have another five, long, strong, nut-clearing, toe-curling, tight-faced, fuck-me-harder-daddy, moaning orgasms directly in Simmy's mouth while being rammed by his man. The final load went up Robert's ass and then the two of them calmed and Simmy was released. 

Simmy stepped back and got two fresh moist sterile towelettes for them. The cub eased off his mates now spent and flaccid, but still seven inch meat, and took the towel with him to the men's room. Simmy cleaned up Samuel's black mamba of a dick before him, gently. "I like the cock ring, " he said.

"Yeah? We thought we'd try it. I did seem to last longer. How many times did my little guy shoot in your mouth?"

"Eh, it's hard to say, when he leaks and squirts a lot to start with, but I'd say probably seven maybe eight full times."

"Cool. Cool. A new record for us and thank you. Without you and this place we'd have a massive spunk-puddle all our floor, and our house ... and our bodies. So, again, thank you for your service."

"You're welcome. Anytime. That's what I am here for."

"I really love fucking him and I really love fucking the jizz out of him, too."

Simmy finished and stepped out of the center so the table could be lifted to normal position, "I can tell. You make a cute couple."

"Thank you. Can we buy you a drink?"

"You're sweet, but no, I really can't when I'm working. And besides you, well okay, Robert, just gave me seven .. or eight, drinks."

The cub returned still fully naked, but soft between the legs and dry in the backside and he kissed his man as he sat down next to him and hugged onto him. "Did my cum taste really good?"

"Delicious, thank you."

"Thank you, for taking it, we really appreciate it."

"As I told your man, here, anytime. It's my pleasure. You two are fun and make a great couple."

"Awn. Thank you!"

Simmy looked around for Tor, but he had clearly left at some point. When Simmy turned back to face them they were kissing again, and this time the little cubs hand was stroking his mates large, and once more hard, dick. Simmy smiled and stepped back and watched for a moment to see if they needed him. Instead the little one bent over into the bears lap and started sucking. Simmy winked at the large bear getting sucked off and left them as the bear forced all of his meat down his lovers throat and held him down on it. Clearly the big guy wanted to unload a second time, but again, Simmy wouldn't get it. Simmy was slightly jealous of the little cub, but only slightly. He was content to have done his job and made them both very happy.

He worked for several hours more, sucked off two humans, one once and the other three times, and had his lunch before he returned to the floor for a wrist chimed request that turned out to be from one of Hol'ees...

...brothers? 

Ola'tar

Hol'ees little brother, Ola'tar Outherbrook, had much the same body as his brother, but he was slightly darker in his skin-tone of green. He was also slightly smaller in stature and while his demeanor with his brothers around was rough and tough, privately he was calm, sedate and very quiet. He spoke perfect English, (without the AI translating for him) when Simmy arrived at the table, "Hello."

"Hi there, it's good to see you again. I am always pleased to see a client return for repeat business."

Ola'tar had only a single tattoo on his lower front, or where a belly-button would be, that was made up of a bunch of slightly overlapping circles with a set of fangs in the center. The image was lost on  Simmy, but to Ola'tars people, it was a kind of astrological birth-sign. The sign of the fangs predicted that Ola'tar would be trust worthy, loyal and generous, but also, at times, quick-tempered, impulsive and aggressive. That day he was in an honest, exploratory and playful mood.

It seemed that he really enjoyed things last time and wanted a secret one-on-one session. "I can never tell my brothers, but I very much enjoyed my time with you, more than I can say."
Simmy sat down next to him and rubbed his hand across his scaly but smooth chest where on a human the nipples would be, "Really? I enjoyed you very much as well and don't worry, my friend, I would never tell them you're here."

"Thank you."

Simmy let his hand drop under the table and seductively slide up Ola'tar's inner thigh were he found his leathery dick was already emerging from it's hiding place. Simmy slurped on and nibbled on and kissed the reptilians nipple-less, chest until he felt that his hand was as full of snake-dick as it was going to get. Not huge, but very adequate and Simmy was no size-queen. 

Without lowering the table Simmy managed to lean over and into his clients emerald lap where he sucked onto his cock and just held there so Ola'tar could "leak" for a bit. Ola'tar was very pleased and grateful, "Oh, my friend, thank you..." he whispered leaking into Simmy's mouth. Simmy staid quietly put, while Ola'tar sipped his drink, tapped his fingers on the table a little, and casually leaked out mouthfuls and mouthfuls of very bitter, sappy, white-pinkish, pre-cum fluid for Simmy to gulp down.

With most human males, Simmy knew that when you feel his dick really start to get firm and twitchy, he's about to unload. This was not the case of Ola'tar's people. Their males will leak pre-cum before they suddenly begin a very long, but strong, stream of an orgasm. Their ejaculations can last up to five minutes and if you're on that dick when it goes off you better relax and dig in, get a swallowing rhythm going, and keep up, cause your gettin' seriously fed.

Olo'tar did give himself away this time, however, when he sighed deeply. With sheer contentment and he rested his hands on Simmys head in his lap and just as he did that he began to cum in Simmys mouth. Simmy was ready and took it all down without spilling a single drop. Its a very sedate and intimate moment between males when your sucking down their fluids for minutes at a time. Simmy always enjoyed that intimacy and the feeling of the flow. 

Olo'tar's body had made the juice Simmy was drinking. It was going straight from one being into another. That made it one of the most generous gifts a man could give to Simmy. When those green hands left his head, he knew that Ola'tar was done; at least for the moment and he lifted his head from his lap. Simmy didn't want to hurt his new friends feelings and lied, "Mmm, delicious!"

"Was it? I've been told our cum tastes like liquid burning metal to you humans."

"Eh, not quite, but I really enjoy the feeling of you cumming in my mouth. Your dick doesn't pulse like a humans would, and with you it just sort of flows out, like a water hose, but I still enjoy the feeling of the moment that we are sharing. I am happy to share your pleasure."

"I liked the feeling of leaking and cumming and of you swallowing all that fluid. The females of my species feel that mating is to be a rare embrace, but I always wish to... go again, as you humans say.   I hope to leak and cum a few more times in your mouth this evening."

Simmy smiled, "I'm all yours, handsome."

"Ah, and yes, I wanted to please ask you about something you did last time to me."

"What is that?"

"The - feet - thing?"

"Yes?"

"I think... I liked that."

"Say no more, my friend."

Ola'tar explored his interest in having his feet licked (carefully as his toes were more like claws) for a long time, while having a few more drinks, before he replaced Simmy's face in his lap to leak and cum in again. All in all Simmy was kept busy and well-fed for over an hour.

When Ola'tar finished his fourth long orgasm in Simmy's mouth, he leaned over and whispered, "I must go now, my friend." He let Simmy go. "I feel so good, so much better, so much more relaxed. I hope we can do this again sometime."

Simmy popped up, "I hope so, too."

Ola'tar stood up, "Goodbye."

"Bye."

End of Sunday Night Highlights