The BJ Cafe

Tuesday Night Highlights

Tor

Tor had woken up that morning in the middle of a sexy dream where a hot woman with the most perfect breasts was licking on his erect cock. Of course just as she got going his alarm sounded. So he had to tamp down that boner and all day at work all he could think about was getting to the Cafe.

He arrived at The BJ Cafe shortly after leaving work as it wasn't far. He paid his entrance fee and got his dog-tags. He made sure -not- to request Simmy. He went to an open booth a little over mid-way down. He kicked off his boots and removed his shirt and then pulled off his slightly damp socks and ordered a cold beer.

He scanned the place for Simmy but didn't see him anywhere. He sipped his beer and tried not to stare at anyone getting serviced elsewhere.

He got bored enough to actually bring one of his own socks up to his nose. It was as rank and as disgusting as he'd figured it would be. How Simmy liked, or got off on, that scent, was anyone's guess.

Simeon  

Simmy's first surprise that day had come very early in the morning. Right in the very dead of night when he was in a good, sound sleep, around three in the morning, his wrist-com chimed. Yes, he even wore it to bed - most humans did. It chimed a few times before he actually woke up, and still groggy, and blurry eyed, he checked the message. 

He had to sit up and clear his eyes a few times before he could really read it and understand it. It was an HSIN (hazardous substance ingestion notification) alert. 

Something was wrong with his blood-work. He'd heard about this and talked with others that had been through it, but he'd never experienced it for himself. It was pretty serious.

He wondered whom he'd swallowed that might have had something bad. He wondered for two more hours before he got up, got clean and got dressed.

He didn't have his extensions in, so it was just his standard dreads, that day. He left his eyes uncovered by any contacts, though he did have on glow-in-the dark nail polish, which in daylight was clear. He wore sharp, dark pants, a day-glow orange tank and a single gold chain about his neck. Outside of the cafe and its jumpsuits, he liked to wear comfortable modern clothes that were basic but presented him as a handsome and stylish young man.

He headed for the local "McHealth" office. Healthcare in the future is franchised and absolutely terrible. He never recalled its actual name as it didn't matter to him anyway. 

He was early, but had no option but to wait a long time, because even in the future useless, fuck-up doctors get a sick, twisted pleasure in wasting people's life for no good reason. Some things will never change. 

The door opened automatically and a male attendant appeared, holding a digital glass clipboard, with a glowing LED blue border, and called his name. He was dressed in a cyan colored type of scrubs and plain white shoes but was wearing a black clothe skull-cap tight to his head. He had a round face with with a slight goatee. 

Simmy found the attendant extremely attractive to his cs-brain (cock-sucker brain). Clearly the guy worked out. Dark skinned, muscular and tall with a pleasing smile, bright eyes, large hands... 

Simmy stood up, beamed out a wide smile, and said "Good morning."

"Good morning, sir. Please follow me, it's just down this hall."

The attendant was reading the digital clipboard and leading Simmy when he stopped dead. Simmy was about to ask what was wrong, but before he could, the attendant backtracked to another intersection in the hallway and Simmy followed quietly, if curiously.

The attendant then rounded a corner and promptly stopped by, and triggered, a hydraulic door to what appeared to be ... a storage closet? Simmy was not sure what was going on.

"In, quick." The attendant, then leaned in and he lowered his voice, "I -really- need a blow job. We don't have much time."

Clearly this attendant had read the name of Simmy's Employer on the digital clipboard. The BJ Cafe. 

Simmy never ate a large breakfast and it seemed he'd be having an extra treat. He smiled and went into the closet.

The attendant, Dayce (who never told Simmy his name) followed and the door closed and the light came on automatically. Dayce quickly dowsed it to keep things dark. The glow of the clipboards blue edge giving just enough light to see (and work) by. Simmys nails also lit up a muted but iridescent green in the darkness.

Dayce quickly released his pent up, long, fat, awesome black cock from his pants. "I need this so fuckin' bad."

Simmy was happy to oblige, he knelt down immediately and he pounced on that hot cock. The big snake before him was a true horse-cock, too, a real two-hander if you like. One you could pump on with both hands around the thick shaft and still have some left to eat and lick on and suck. Dayce was circumcised and his tip was slick with deliciously salty pre-cum.

Dayce was glad for the very expert techniques of someone like Simmy as this had to happen very quickly; he couldn't be missed at his job or he'd risk dismissal. Since he couldn't just disappear from work for very long he wasn't holding back. He wasn't trying to build up for a huge release. Fortunately everything Simmy did was working for him. That completely expert mouth and its tried and true techniques and those luscious warm lips and that tongue...

Dayce wished he had more time as Simmy was pressing all his buttons and could already feel the slime-load rising in the pipes. Simmy added a tighter grip and a faster pace on that dark wand to get its magic to fly.

A whisper of impending orgasm in a dark closet, "Oh shit. Oh shit." The clipboard was dropped to the floor and both of Dayce's hands thwapped onto Simmy's skull and held firm. 

"Damn..." 

Dayce started to erupt in Simmy's sucking mouth. His huge cock pulsed in Simmy's hands and between his lips. Dayce creamed off a massive and severely pent up load. He pasted Simmy's tonsils ruthlessly for a good eighteen shots of cum and none of it was wasted. Simmy swallowed it all. He always felt that sperm always tasted better from strangers.

"Daaaammn. You suck a mean dick."

Simmy stood up and handed the attendant his clipboard and he tapped on his chest.

"It's my job, handsome, and I'm very good at it. Do, you, uh... wanna go again?"

"Nah, nah, I can't. But thank you for doing this."

"You're welcome." Simmy wiped his lips on the back of his sleeve and he cupped Dayce's sack. "Pity, I could spend a whole day draining these huge, hot balls."

"No doubt, but I really gotta git back to work."

He reluctantly let go of those big hot nuts, "Okay. It was nice... tasting you."

Dayce put his clipboard on a shelf while he packed up his big dick and zipped himself up, "Thanks."

"If you ...or your friends ever need a good mouth, you know where to find me."

Simmy wasn't sure if Dayce was telling the truth or not, "Yeah. Yeah. I will." 

Guys will often tell you they want to see you again and then never ever contact you again. It didn't matter to Simmy and it hadn't in a very long time. There would always be other cocks to suck on and suck off.

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Simmy was lead to his doctors actual office where he was told to have a seat and he did and he was given more information and questioned about what triggered his HSIN more.

Essentially, the lab (which was seriously backlogged) had detected a high amount of a Ketamine derivative in Simmy's system, from his exit-sample, last Friday night.  It had showed up the first time he met Beeb and then again on Friday and the two incidents had triggered the HSIN and a medical investigation. 

He was questioned about using drugs that night, by three doctors, but he told them, honestly he had not. They asked him about his clientele that evening and they all suspected the Zudo when Simmy reported that he'd passed out after having ingested Zudo sperm. Simmy was also quick to point out that it wore off in about ten minutes and that he felt fine afterwards.

The doctor had the corporate client logs from those times, and checking for Zudo, revealed to Simmy what Beebs name was.

Sadly Beeb, and all Zudo, were instantly flagged and banned from The BJ Cafe for Simmy's, and any others, safety, until the investigation could be expanded and concluded. 

"Okay. You understand I will have to contact this Beeb and do a physical on him. We will need to get a sample of his semen for further testing."

"I understand, but he's not gonna be punished, is he?"

"If what you said is the truth, then no. He didn't do anything illegal or intentionally harmful. In the mean time, however, if he comes in again, you cannot... do your thing... on him."

Simmy whispered, "Ungrouk. Friend."

"What was that?" 

"Nothing, sorry. Am I free to go?"

"You are. Thank you for coming in. Good Day."

Simmy got up and the door opened for him as he approached it. He exited and retraced the path back to the waiting room door. He was just about to trigger the sensor when a dark hand landed on his shoulder. It was the attendants hand. Simmy turned his head and grinned. The attendant smiled.

A moment later, in the dark and safe space of the supply closet nearby, Dayce's large, hairy ballsack was quickly slapping Simmy's chin. This time Dayce took hold of Simmy's face and fucked it at his own pace. Simmy was happy to relinquish control to this super-hot guy with his massive dick and ever-eager nuts. This kind of use turned Simmy on and gave him strong wood of his own.

Dayce got a hand under his chin and the other atop his head to hold that head still and in place as he rammed his spit-slick member as far as he could shove it down Simmy's throat. His pace was quick, as he still had to be fast about all this, and it only took him a few minutes of face plowing to near the edge of his next big one. 

"Fuck yeah... fuck yeah... I'm gonna cum in your mouth again." 

Dayce's climax crested inside his entire body, tingling it all over, and he held still for a second on the very precipice of it before his cock-head began to finally spit in Simmy's mouth. With force and speed he pasted off his second huge wad of ball-snot in Simmy's ever-hungry maw. 

Simmy held the warm and thick shaft and felt it flexing in his hand. He felt the sperm blasting through it and then hitting his tongue and he hummed with pleasure to be so well fed. 

"Daaaamn."

The big black shaft finished pulsing and spitting out sperm and Simmy sucked and licked it clean. 

He stood up and said, "I really do hope you'll come to the cafe sometime."

"I ...might. I might."

Simmy knew that was an, I won't, I won't, but what could he do? He understood that it was all part of spontaneously sucking a strange mans cock.  It was hot as hell when it happened, but it was also fleeting and often, unrepeatable, by its very nature.

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Simmy's next surprise came when he got to work for his shift that night.

He was told that there were four Fanga waiting for him in the VIP room at the back of The BJ Cafe. 

They had made a special request for him, and that was odd, as he rarely serviced even one Fanga, let-alone four of them. They preferred another species known as the Gulians that were much smaller than them. They were green skinned, wiry hexapods, with bulbous abdomens that partly resembled spiders on Earth. They had large mouths that opened sideways and no gag reflex. This allowed any Fanga to ram his cock down their throat and shoot off. 

Having been told by the few Gulians employed at The BJ Cafe Simmy knew that the Gulians actually hated the Fanga. The Fanga enslaved them on the Fanga home-world making them breed and keeping them in cages and treating them like pets or mere fuck toys to be used repeatedly. Or worse brutally killed (and sometimes roasted and eaten) after a single throat pasting session. 

At The BJ Cafe, you had to service the clients that requested you and you didn't get to say no. Not that Simmy would ever say no to any male. Ever.

He also wasn't stupid. He drank three small cans of something his co-workers called "Gowse". It had the effect of lubricating and relaxing his throat. Drink just one and you could ease down a large cock and rapidly work it without any effort, choking or gag reflex. Two and you could probably deep throat a horse. Three and you were gonna just barely survive four Fanga cocks. Well, Simmy thought, there has to be SOME challenge to it or it might bore him.

Simmy steeled himself and he triggered the door and when it opened and they all cheered. They'd turned off the translation routines (what happens in the VIP room, STAYS in the VIP room) so there was no English spoken. 

The four large purple fur covered Fanga all already had massive hardons between their legs and each one was pointing to his own and whooting loudly and stomping their big feet for attention. 

The Fanga were (generally) tall and built of all muscle and very clearly defined. This made them very strong. Their bodies had thick fur in some places and were completely smooth in others. Their arms and shoulders were furry while there chest, pecs, abdomen and crotch were all smooth. Their hands and feet were furless but their legs and thighs furry. They had thick mops of black hair that was always bushy and striking yellow pupils that when they looked at you, you knew it. While they were impressive to look at, they didn't have any regular hygiene ritual, and because of this, they often smelled pretty, well, bad is the wrong word, it was more like... harsh on the nose; mildly offensive to most.

Their cocks were like other species and had deep purple skin to match the fur but they had bright yellow dick-heads. They had the testicles of most males of any species except instead of two they had four in a large, very hot, deep purple nut-sack.

Their culture was one of deep respect and ritual and if you didn't respect them and their rituals they would become very hostile toward you. They didn't tolerate stupid either. If you didn't know a ritual or you messed up performing it to their standards, they were not lenient in the slightest and would often hurt you pretty badly. A backhand was the least you could expect, while a good solid punch in the face was very likely, and a full beating to within an inch of your life, by a gang of three or more of them... was a very real possibility - depending on how badly you pissed them off. So anyone that dealt with them or served them had to know what the fuck they were doing.

Simmy knew the rules of the Fanga. He was meticulous in knowing what to do and when and able to do it accurately over and over.

The door closed behind Simmy as he cautiously stepped forward and made the arm and hand sign of greeting to each one of them, in turn, and making sure to get a nod back before going to the next one each time. 

This was Fanga respect-protocol. You did this at the start of your meeting and at the end of it, with the end hand sign being different than the greeting sign. The greeting was placing your left hand before you with your palm vertical and fingers fanned open while miming a circle in the air with your right hand.

Once you greeted a Fanga male in this way, you submitted yourself to his whims, you gave up any control. 

The parting sign was almost a reverse, in that you switched hands, right out and vertical and left making the circle, but the left had to end in a meeting with the right palm, to signal the ending of your time together.

Simmy waited for one of them, the one on the far left to wave a large purple arm at him to coax him over. He went to the Fanga and made a soft clap of his palms. This showed he was doubly submissive and this pleased the Fanga very much. The others were watching the events unfold with all of the eager-ness of a group of guys in a bachelor-party waiting for a stripper to give a lap dance.

So there is another thing about the Fanga you need to know. 

First, though, let's review.

Human males require stimuli before they can pump their jizz. Usually the older the male the more stimuli, the younger the less. Some men can be multigasmic, but most are only good for one large unloading. Some are extremely sensitive after shooting which makes more head annoying after their first release.

The Asteeses first leak and then cum. Usually for about four or five minutes. They often enjoy doing that two or three times.

The Zudo require pressures on their hands at first which triggers the males erection. The mating ritual among normal female and male Zudo is a sedate and deliberate touching of hands and body's in the proper order to get the desired effect. The Zudo don't kiss, but they have many hand movements and touch related sensual moves before the main event. That is, when the male takes the female from behind and inserts himself to release. The release being triggered by the female by pressing her back into her partners chest as hard as she can. The harder the better. This will send the male over the edge quickly and Zudo males can release several times in a rapid succession when triggered properly. However, most females terminate the connection after a single release. This often frustrates the males, but it is rare that any of them ever do anything about it.

Simmy didn't know it then, but at the time, he was the only non-female, Zudo or otherwise, to make any Zudo male cum.

So... what is unique about the Fanga? It's already been mentioned they like to hold their dicks in throats and shoot off, but what hasn't been said, is that they can control their release...es, plural. They don't actually have an orgasm, they merely release some seminal fluid when they feel like it. They can do this over and over for hours at a time. 

That said, they only seem to do this with a human, if they are using a Gulian for pleasure, they ram their dick down its throat as far as they can shove it and hold the creature firmly in place, so there is no chance that it can get away, and then they mercilessly unload everything they have in one long release that can take up to fifteen minutes. It's a very mean thing to do and that's why they like doing it.

No one really knows why they don't try that on a human. Maybe they have. Maybe those humans didn't survive. Was Simmy in real danger? Eh. Maybe. It depends on the four Fanga he's just submitted control to and the built in unseen systems at the Cafe that monitor his health at all times.

To do what Simmy does well, there has to be some basic trust and some subservience in the task, Simmy is okay with that. He actually prefers it that way.

Simmy started to smell the dirty smell of the Fanga as he went to him. He had a large mug of ale in his left hand which he promptly emptied down his gullet while the others cheered him on. Simmy got up close to him and sort of snuggled under his huge right fur covered arm and rubbed his wide purple smooth chest and belly. The Fanga were very warm blooded which made their natural and very pungent odors exude readily. 

Simmy went to grab the dick in the Fangas lap but was swatted away playfully. The big guy placed the empty mug over his cock head and then leveled his dick with the floor and filled the mug with fresh Fanga sperm. As he released he backed the mug up until it was filled to the brim and then he handed it to Simmy with a sort of "here you go, drink up, human" growl.

All of them got quiet as they waited to see what would the human do with the glass mug of hot, gluey, pure white, Fanga-jizz. Simmy sniffed the top and smiled and a bunch of large feet stopped the floor loudly with an egging enthusiasm to see the human take a drink.
Simmy wasn't gonna take a drink. 

Instead he brought the mug to his lips and rapidly guzzle-sucked it down. The shouts and foot stomps where shaking the floor-plates as he did it. He took it like a champ and had that mug empty in fifteen seconds. He licked the rim and then burped loudly which caused a new round of cheers before he smiled and handed the mug back. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and burped again.

His Fanga put the mug back in place and emptied the rest of his nuts in it, almost filling it a second time. It held about (just under) two cups and a healthy Fanga has about a four (maybe five) cup loads all together. When he handed to Simmy he wasted no time in downing the contents again to hoots, hollers and cheers. The Fanga gave him a quick, rough, masculine, shake-squeeze and then shoved him away. 

Simmy made the parting sign to him to end their session. The Fanga nodded back and handed his mug to the Fanga next to him.

Simmy gave the greeting sign to the next Fanga who was already filling the mug. The Fanga nodded to Simmy and handed him the full mug. I think you can tell what happened next. 

Eight hot mugs of fresh Fanga sperm later and Simmy was feeling bloated and very tired. 

It turned out that he hadn't need all that "Gowse" after all, but he was still glad that he'd drunk it anyway. It had, if only slightly, made things go down quicker and smoother.

After they all left Simmy really needed a nap and he locked the VIP room door he slept off all that Fanga jizz on the large, but very worn, once white, now ecru and super-stained, sofa there. 

Tor

Tor decided to leave. He was frustrated again as clearly Simmy was not working that evening. Or if he was he was clearly avoiding him. 

He angrily put on his socks and boots and shirt and stormed out in a huff to go home and jack off -- again.

End of Tuesday Night Highlights