The BJ Cafe

Monday Night Highlights

Simmy 

The BJ Cafe is closed on Mondays so Simmy was at his extremely small rental pod that was located on a level, that some of the locals referred to as, "down and dirty, two-thirty".

Apartment 230-67A was nothing big or special, at just ten feet wide by fourteen feet deep and nine feet tall. It was all Simmy could afford though, and it had just enough space in it for most, if not all, of life's amenities. 

Simmy had selected this particular unit for its location on the level. It was one (of two) with a door that was around a corner. That meant that anyone walking about in the main hallway outside, unless they rounded the corner, wouldn't even see his door, and of course, a hidden door had its advantages.

He spoke aloud to the living area's constant AI, which served the entire floor of pods, and whose voice he had changed to a custom selected one out of some five hundred on file. He sampled many and eventually chose an old-school, relaxed, Jamaican male from Earth whom he'd renamed (or re-trained to listen for), "Bembe". 

"Bembe, word search, Ungrouk."

The reply was instantaneous, "No results."

"Really! A quadrillion-million inter-fucking-web sites, spanning eleven planets, and I just happen to hit upon thee only fucking word that is never mentioned? Ah - mazing!"

Yes, the search engines of the future are just as useless as the search engines of today; because it is contradictory for any search engine to give you the results you need. It is always better for them to make you keep searching, so they can display more ads, and make more money, don't you see that? Any-way...

Bembe, knew what Simmy said was a rhetorical exclamation expressing frustration at the lack of search results and didn't respond. 

In the future the inter-web search providers take anything that is searched for and that return no results and instantly hand it (well, digitally hand it) to those that have identified themselves as Archons. 

Anyone may apply to be an Archon, but you have to pass a long test of questions to prove you have unique and useful knowledge and that you are a problem solver and can take something you know nothing about and learn everything about it. Since Simmy's search was a no-result, in just a few more minutes he would be able to repeat his search and get something back, if... the on call Archons were doing their jobs.

Simmy knew he had a little bit of time to wait, and he was feeling thirsty, so he called the AI again, "Bembe, Breeder Feeders, limit this floor, now."

"Rufus is available."

"Fuck yeah! Accept and tell him to hurry the hell up. I'm starving."

"Done."

Simmy had met Rufus shortly after he moved in on this floor, some two years ago, and he'd met him face to face and seen him fully naked and sucked his dick and swallowed his very sweet and copious loads many times before. 

Today, since Simmy was not up for all that, things would be... scaled back, to the basics, in order to get the job done and get a fresh puddle of hot, ball-spunk in Simmy's mouth as quickly as fucking possible.

Less than a minute after he'd instructed Bembe to accept, Rufus had left his place and walked the corridors of "down and dirty, two-thirty", and was at Simmy's door. A chime sounded and Bembe announced, "Rufus has arrived."

"Let him in, please."

The hydraulic door huffed, puffed and whizzed open. Rufus entered wearing light blue sweat-shorts (that totally showed off his package), open-toed, leather sandals (that totally showed his cute little piggies) and a white tank top (that totally showed his large and solid arms).

When the door closed behind him he let his sweat-pants drop to the floor and he grabbed his semi and stroked it to full mast in seconds before a very happy Simmy. 

Rufus was a straight, cis-gender, white male of a below average height who was built stocky and thick. He had a mass of shaggy light brown hair on his head and a small patch of hair on his lower lip. He had a slightly bulging beer-belly, was covered in shallow, light brown hair, and he kept himself trimmed in the crotch to make his cock look even bigger than it was. Between his legs swung a cut, seven and half inch cock and below it hung a musky, hefty, silken sack of man-balls that never --- ever --- quit.

He locked eyes on Simmy, who got off his cot and went to the floor between his feet but the two males didn't speak a single word. Simmy merely opened his mouth for what Rufus was about to do in it. Rufus was one seriously horny bastard that had long ago proven to Simmy's delight that he could pound off a hot load just about any time of the day or night. 

Simmy licked his lips and let his tongue hang out as he looked up at Rufus, who looked down on him, pumping gently on his dick.

Simmy leaned forward and licked the dick-head as Rufus' hand slid up the shaft and back. Simmy was slurping for pre-cum but Rufus never made any. Some guys don't. The warm and invitingly strong scent of Rufus' man-crotch made Simmy smile.

To make sure things went where they were supposed to go, Rufus said in a very even tone, "Open your mouth." Simmy opened and Rufus felt the slime rising in the pipes. "Yeah. Keep it open." He jacked faster for a second and felt his orgasm finally crest and start. He held his shaft firmly as it pulsed in his hand and shot his load directly into Simmys open and hungry mouth. A large wad of it began collecting on his tongue. 

Squirt after squirt went in..., nine, ten, eleven, twelve...thirteen...

...fourteen...

...fif...teen.

Sputter-spurt. 

Done.

Rufus pulled his dick away and Simmy savored the large mouthful of man-spunk he'd gladly been "handed". He ran his tongue through the hot sticky mass of breeder-juice a few times to really taste it and then swallowed it all. The flavor and texture and smell, reminded Simmy of how much he missed Rufus' awesome dick. "Don't I owe you a blow-job?" He asked reaching up for it. 

"Try three, but I don't have time, now. I have to go."

"Awhn! Please. ...Please."

"Dude, no. I gotta get back, the girlfriend thinks I just went around the corner for milk and smokes." Simmy slurped onto Rufus' dick and began sucking it anyway and what little fight Rufus was putting up, quickly left him for the sexual pleasure that is a serious fucking blow-job from Simmys super-talented mouth and lips and tongue and ... "Fu-uck," Rufus spat out the word in two syllables. "You're a..." his voice trailed off getting softer and softer until it was just a pleasured whisper, "... total ... shit."

Simmy took the dick out of his mouth for a mere second to ask, "You want me to stop?"
"Fuck No." Rufus slammed both his hands onto Simmys head with a feral grip and fucked him in the skull (rather brutally, but only for a few short moments) to get himself over the next "O"-hill and to the next throat-splattering, cheek-coating, tongue-pasting ejaculation of hot, fresh, man-juice. 

When he started to cum Rufus stopped moving but Simmy tried to keep going, until Rufus bit into his skull with his meaty fingers and growled out, "Hold fucking still! Hold still while I shoot in your fucking mouth! You fucking cum-craving little screw!"

Simmy held still and merely swallowed them as they came while Rufus dick pasted off shot after shot. Rufus eventually stopped shooting and let go of Simmy. The two men looked at one another for a moment, but it was all decided without words, right then.

Rufus' dick jumped before Simmy, "Fuck it. I'll tell her there was line."

Simmy added, "A long line."

"Yeah, whatever. Lay down."

"You know I'm not a bottom."

"Face up, stupid, so I can fuck your MOUTH."

Let me say it again. Rufus was one seriously horny mother-fucker. He easily came two more times and Simmy was very pleased and sated when Rufus raced out very quickly right after to get milk and smokes and get back to his girl.

Simmy sat up on the cot, still contently smelling and tasting the after-taste of all that sweaty cock and gooey sperm, in the back of his throat. 

He called out, "Bembe, new results, Ungrouk."

Bembe replied, "Ungrouk. In the language of the Zudo the word translates roughly as friend."

Simmy felt a welling in his heart. He said aloud to no one but himself, "You adorable huge beast of male, whose name I don't even know. I would be very glad to be your... Ungrouk."

Simmy spent a little more time querying Bembe on the Zudo, but there wasn't much information, even after giving the Archons a few more hours to collect and post data. 

Eventually he became bored and hungry for some dinner, "Bembe, open the hole and post notification." A moment later, a panel slide away and an oval hole was revealed in the lower part of the hydraulic door. Inter-web notification was posted that Simmy's place was... open for business.

Bembe said casually, "Done." 

Simmy manned his personal glory-hole for three hours until his tongue and jaw became tired and he went to bed, happy, and with a stomach-full of human (and a few other species) mating fluids inside him. He fell asleep thinking that his dinner had been wonderfully fun, varied and very delicious.

Tor

After his dinner, Tor placed the dirty plates in the attendant bay for cleaning and he pressed a virtual button that lowered his dining table back to the floor. The future contains a lot of space saving gadgets as populations surged and housing became more and more cramped even on the still relatively new frontier, of the Moon. 

Tor was only wearing a pair of faded, cut-off denim pants that had white straggles at the cut ends.

He located and activated another virtual button, this time in the west wall, which caused it to swing down and reveal a mattress on the other side which he promptly tossed himself onto. He undid and removed his pants and let his hand slink down his bare chest and into his black underpants. He started to jack with his eyes closed but opened them once he was hard.

"Girls," he called to the AI. Two pre-selected holographic naked young women appeared hovering over his crotch. "Lesbians," he added, and the girls began to kiss. He watched them as he jacked. They floated up facing one another and kissed while fingering one another.

Tor realized all of a sudden this wasn't going to help him with his ...problem. "Girls off," he called and the holograms faded. 

He stopped jacking on himself, frustrated and angry at his inability to focus clearly. 

"New character."

A female voice (his AI) asked him, "Parameters?"

"Male, black, twenties, with dreads and with pants on."

A young barefoot and bare-chested male appeared floating on his belly a few inches over Tor, over his crotch and looking him in the eyes playfully. It wasn't Simmy, and it wasn't even close, but Tor figured it might do the trick.

"Lick my feet."

The hologram changed position to his feet and licked them. Mild force-fields massaged Tor's feet as Holograms can't actually touch anything.

"Put my toes in your mouth. Suck on them."

The hologram did it. Tor watched and felt it doing that and he eased down the elastic band of his underpants and held it down as he gently toyed with his cock until it was fully hard again. This was working.

As he closed his eyes. He thought of Simmy. He thought of being in Simmy's warm mouth and how much that had fired him up. Of course this wasn't Simmy, so he felt more comfortable in commanding it. "Lick my balls."

Tor didn't need to see the hologram doing it, he felt it, and it felt good. In his head he was picturing Simmy. The jacking and the simulated nut licking was good, but Tor craved a blow job.

"Suck my dick," he commanded letting go of himself.

The hologram couldn't actually touch Tor but with force fields it could stimulate his cock. It felt... just okay, it was no warm, wet, silken mouth and no eager and surpirsing tongue and there was no real suction. Tor tried to imagine that it was Simmy sucking him and he whispered aloud, "Simmy... I want to CUM in your mouth so - fucking - bad."

The AI took the cue and sped up the hologramatic simulated blow job.

Tor could see Simmy sucking his dick rapidly and with intent. In his head (and in real life) Simmy had the intent to MAKE Tor cum and that really turned Tor on.

"Yeah, Simmy, yeah, like that. That's it. Yeah."

In his head Simmy responded, "I want you, Tor. I want you so bad. Do it, Tor. Cum. Cum right in my mouth."

"You want me to? You want it?"

"Yeah Tor, hurry up, I'm hungry. Cum Tor, cum. Cum in my... MOUTH!"

It was approaching, Tor felt it, and he felt panicked all of a sudden. 

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he shouted while spunking uncontrollably all over his own crotch and up his chest. 

The jizz shots flew though the hologhram but Tor never saw it. He never opened his eyes. He started to whisper ever so softly as his orgasm waned, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." 

In his head, and in a cold instant, Simmys image horrifically swapped into Tor's last girl-friend and she was holding his dick looking at him with a very angry expression on her face. "You just fucking CAME in my MOUTH!" she shouted, racing off the bed for the bathroom to spit it and gag it out loudly. 

Tor was in instantly kicked in the mental, sex-fantasy-nuts and lost what was left of his hard-on in seconds. Tor opened his eyes and saw the digitally generated hologram smiling at him, he shouted "Character off!" The AI deactivated the holo of the young man and he got up and cleaned himself up in his bathroom. 

He pulled his underpants up over his junk and went back to the bed and he stared at the ceiling angry and upset about what had just happened. How a wonderful thing like an orgasm had been so awful and ruined entirely. It was a pattern he'd experienced before.

He thought of every single girl he'd ever been in bed with. How they would torture and tease him with some really good head only to not realize what it was doing to him. He tried to warn them, to give them signs, he moaned and cooed and let his body move about as their actions got him closer and closer but they never realized when it mattered. 

When he finally couldn't stand it any more and he let himself relax and let go, thinking, surely she must know what I am about to do. None of them did until after he did it and them all of them where so pissed off that he'd done it, they never spoke to him again. It was a shitty way to end a promising relationship, and he'd ended at least eight of them that way. 
Tor wasn't stupid, yes, he began to warn them that he was gonna cum, but the problem with that was the girl would often switch from mouth to hand and they usually seemed afraid to get hit with any. It was a total mood-kill. Ending a good blow-job with a boring hand-job was just not right for Tor. It was this other hang-up of his that ended at least ten more relationships.

Tor strongly believed that if a girl was gonna go down on him, then she should fucking expect his load, not freak out when he dumps it in her mouth. 

A montage played in his minds-eye. He could see the smoking-angry faces of each of them, directly after having shot his fuck-wad in their... mouth.

You just fucking came... in my MOUTH!

You asshole! You came in my mouth!

Jesus-fucking-Christ! In my mouth, really?

Fuck! That is disgusting (spit, spew), ew, ick!

I can't believe you just shot your load in my mouth.

How dare you. What makes you think you can just fucking cum... in my mouth?

...in my mouth.

...in my mouth.

...in my FUCKING MOUTH! 

It echoed over and over in his head.

Tor understood this, that it was these bad experiences and these terrible memories that were the root of his problem.

Even though Tor knew what Simmy was, he couldn't make himself do it, he couldn't push passed it and let it happen.

He understood that, that was what he was afraid of. He was terrified that if he allowed himself to let go and really enjoy the blow-job and just release his load when the moment struck that Simmy might get mad at him for doing it and never want to see him again. 

He couldn't have it happen again. It was too much for him to take one more time.

For Tor, the evening had been a disheartening, hurtful walk down memory lane, that merely re-confirmed the problem about himself that he already understood, but that he seemingly could do nothing about. His brain had trained his dick NOT to cum in a girls - strike that, a persons - mouth.

His only resolve was that he would not give up on Simmy, no mater what. No matter what Simmy did or said to him he'd swallow his pride and keep trying. He would go back again and again and see how far he could get each time, trying to widdle this thing down to something he could eventually manage. 

He was sure that Simmy was his best option and... his only hope.

Beeb

It was after the dinner hour and Beeb and his brothers, Teer, Jales and Pac and their human friend Aitch were all sitting in their rental filling up every inch of what was a large sectional sofa. Aitch had brought them something called "weed", which you "vaped" into your lungs. The weed of the future was scientifically designed to give you the ultimate, near instant, mellow without any side effects or potential overdosage.

Aitch also introduced them to some old-school man-foods that included "poutine", "macho-nachos", "hot-wings" and "jalapeno poppers", "narch-planks" or "cratch shooters", all of which seemed to taste just a little better after some weed vaping and cold beer.

The four large furry male Zudo were sedate and in the moment. They were watching the playful dancing of the grass that was projected on the fourth wall. Pac was a copy of his brothers, but had mostly dark gray fur mottled with black spots and he had powder blue eyes. Jales was a lighter gray fur with no spots and blue eyes. As mentioned previously, Beeb is jet black with golden eyes and Teer is stark white with green eyes.

The rental properties AI had the translation matrix for Zudo and English so everyone could talk easily in their native tongues and be clearly understood. Well, mostly, some words didn't always translate, and one had to try to locate other words to find the one that did.

Aitch, asked Beeb with an elbow jab, "So, my large furry friend did you ever get to The BJ Cafe?"

"Yes. I did! It was the best experience of my life!"

"Really? The best? I mean, sure, I like me a good knob-slobbin' now and again, but I prefer some eager, wet pussy, to be honest."

Teer asked, "Puss-sy?"

"Cooter, snatch, ...um, vag. I love to fuck some hot pussy."

Teer was ever the gentlemen, "Ah. Mating with a female."

Beeb was insistent if grammatically incorrect, "This was more better than mating for me."

Pac chimed in, "Really, brother? More better than mating?"

"Yes, it was more better."

Aitch finally corrected them, "Uh, guys, it just better, not more better, that sounds dumb."
Teer warned, "Beebs, you almost killed the little human boy... twice."

"He's not a boy he's a fully grown male and he recovered quickly both times." Beeb protested.

Aitch asked, "Recovered? What the fuck did you do, Beebs, beat him in the face with your huge Zudo dick?"

"No, no. First, I taught him to press on my hands, and then on my chest and he just lowered his mouth and I ... filled it. Repeatedly, and he... drank it all, I never expected him to do that, but he did. It felt sooooo good and there was no mess! Then he... passed out."

"Wow, Beebs, that's is some pretty ...wild shit."

"He woke up a few minutes later. He was totally unharmed."

Teer added, "You think. We don't know that he was or is fine."

"If only you would go with me and find out what it feels like. Then you would know why I love doing it so much."

Pac said, "I'll go with you next time. I'll go right now, if you want to."

Beeb knew and said, "They are closed on Monday's."

"Oh. Pass me the naht-chos?"

Even though everyone was pretty tight it was a loose plan between Beeb and Pac for later in the week.

Aitch changed the subject, "Hey, do you guys know what Moon Hockey is?"

"Is it one of your 'sport' games?"

"Yeah, it's fast and brutal, and if your lucky, bloody. Let me find us a game. There's always a game on somewhere." He switched the fourth wall into tele-mode and located a live game going on, on the dark side of The Moon. 

No matter where you are there are always males (of any species) who love their Monday Night Moon Hockey, good friends, weed, beer and nachos.

End of Monday Night Highlights