The BJ Cafe

Wednesday Night Highlights

Simeon

As Simmy was going up the long aisle a large, meaty, human hand grabbed him and got hold of him good.

"C'mere, ...queer!" 

The words queer and faggot (and their like) never go out of style in the future, because despite all of human-kind's technological advances, man himself, never changes. It's okay though because our community -owned- those words a long time ago.

The strong arm and hand on him planted his face down on a hard, wide, pungent, (and about to shoot) six and a half inch, uncut cock. The tipsy, heavy-set, college kid, who grabbed him held him down and promptly shot off in Simmy's mouth with a long grunt of release. "Yeah, bitch. Take it," he growled out while spunking hard.

It was all very casual and the young male knew full-well that it was his right and privilege, in a place like this, to plant his sweaty, aching to pop, dick into one of the servers mouths and just let go. Cum, piss, whatever. Servers here had to take it and no one disputed that, certainly not Simmy. This kind of use was why he existed and he'd learned all that about himself at a very early age.

Simmy swallowed the surprise mouthful of fat-boy cum and was let go of. "Thanks faggot, now git the fuck off me!" the shallow bearded, scruffy looking, chunky boy shouted in his face meanly. 

"Wait faggot..." said the drunken, woozy, young man, grabbing Simmy firmly again. "I gotta piss, now." 

The boy shoved Simmy back down on his softening dick and actually started to go a little too soon pissing in Simmy's face and eyes before getting Simmy's mouth onto his cock. Finally he firmly held Simmy on it and drained his bladder in his mouth with a long sigh of relief. Simmy's eyes burned and stung with hot urine, but he didn't struggle and didn't care. He merely gulped and gulped and waited for the kid to finish. Eventually he was let go of. Having shot his wad and emptied his bladder the boy passed out in the booth and Simmy touched a button on the table for a virtual attendant to monitor the kid (as was company policy).

He slowly walked to the back room to shower down and towel off and to change his wet, stinking, urine coated, jumpsuit. He wasn't mad at the boy for being treated that way as it was all in a days work at The BJ Cafe.

Beeb and Pac

A few nights ago, Beeb and his brother Pac, had vaped some weed with Aitch and mentioned going to The BJ Cafe. It turned out that Pac was serious but that he had plans on Tuesday so they had to go the next night.

They arrived and Pac was not impressed with the look of the place even from the outside and from its very dark location. He was used to upscale modern dance clubs, not hole in the wall, sticky, run-down, oral-sex cafes like the BJ.

"This is ...disgusting, brother."

"Stop that! Give it a fucking chance, please. Step here with me to open the door."

They both stepped forward and the airlock opened. They both went in and the door closed behind them. 

Pac sniffed and was not happy, "What -is- that horrid stench?"

"Again, stop it! You need to trust me, here, brother. This will change your life."

"If it riddles me with diseases for the rest of my life that is not the kind of life change I want."

Beeb faced his brother and was stern with him, "Are you going to be like this all night?"

"...No?"

"Then, shut - the - FUCK - up!"

Beeb selected their options, his usual ones with a request for Simmy. The screen changed to a red icon of a bot wagging its finger side to side. "Something is... wrong."

"You are banned already? Amazing little brother. A - mazing."

Beeb was furiously pressing touch screen buttons to no avail.

"Stop it. I am not banned. I didn't do anything that would get me banned. Let me try again."

"Maybe the little human boy reported you."

"I hope not. He was always so nice to me."

"Maybe he didn't like eating all those sperms and passing out."

"He did. I know he did. He smiled at me."

"Just before he passed out?"

"This damned machine!" Beeb growled at it. 

"Please brother, let's just go."

Beeb reluctantly left with his brother for a modern night club where Beeb crossed his arms and stewed all night long and had no fun and was a total buzz-kill. 

He was seriously pissed off.

Tor

Tor was back after having left the previous night without even seeing Simmy. As much as he wanted to be angry about it, he couldn't stay mad. There was always the possibility that Simmy could help him and he had to keep trying.

This time he left his boots (and socks) on and only removed his shirt.

His first beer arrived while he was scanning the booths for Simmy. To his relief he saw him, but then he realized that some chubby boy was pissing in Simmy's face. He turned away from that for a while.

When he turned back it was done and Simmy was gone. Presumably in the back somewhere, but at least he was in the cafe and working that night.

Tor sipped his beer and hoped.

Simeon

Simmy wiped his face on his sleeves until he reached the door to the receiving room of the BJ Cafe. He cleaned up his face with soap and water before he searched for another jumpsuit in the clothes-bins. It turned out, however, that there were no clean ones left and he had to settle for a black short sleeve shirt and black pants. He felt slightly odd at not wearing a jumpsuit at work.

He was fresh and clean again and he was walking back down aisle to check for new clients when he was once more grabbed for by the drunk, college kid, who had woken back up. Only this time the strong young man yanked Simmy's mouth to his mouth and forced his tongue in. 

Simmy allowed it and kissed the guy back, but when the boy broke the kiss he was not in a playful mood. With a serious stare and a deeply sexually menacing tone, he told Simmy, "I'm gonna fuck you, now, queer."

Simmy was calm and matter-of-fact, "I'm not a bottom." He carefully located a button on the table behind him and was ready to press it, should this guy, force the issue with him.

"I don't fucking care, ...fag."

"Well, I do, now please, sir, let me go."

Simmy was being held firmly in place, "No."

"Let me go - right - now."

"I said, no, ...faggot."

Simmy was just about to press the button behind his back when another strong arm entered the picture. 

Tor squeezed his hand firmly on the boys meaty shoulder to make him take notice, and he said in a steely, almost gravel-y, voice, "He said, no, dogshit. And no means no. Now let him go, right now, or I call security and have you banned from here... forever."

"Fine!" shouted the boy as he released Simmy, who promptly hid behind Tor, "This place 
fucking sucks anyway!"

Simmy used his wrist com to notify the buildings AI about this client. The holographic server appeared as a red avatar floating over the table to keep an eye on this one. He would be monitored, cut off from the booze, and he would no longer be allowed more than a few drinks by the system in the future. He would no longer be allowed to be with Simmy at all. It was like blocking a user in chat only it was in real life. 

Simmy took Tor's hand and started to lead him back to the receiving room. Tor allowed himself to be led and followed curiously. Simmy walked him down the long aisle to a door that opened by itself on approach. Tor went inside follow by Simmy and the door closed behind them both, automatically. 

They were alone. Tor had his shirt in his hand and it was quieter here than in the main area. 

Simmy hugged Tor tightly and then quickly released him.

Tor asked, "What was that for?"

"I am no damsel in distress by any means, but... thank you, for helping me back there."

"You're welcome. Anytime. The guy was being a total jerk."

The two men had instantly become closer than ever in those last few minutes. 

Simmy gently took his index finger down Tors sexy smooth bare chest. "I never got a chance to apologize to you for being a total bitch to you."

"You don't need to apologize to me. I uh, actually, came here tonight to apologize to you."
"Go on, then."

"Oh, right... Uh, well, Simeon." Tor took both of Simmy's hands gently in his and looked into Simmys eyes. "I'm sorry that I..."

"It's okay, Tor."

"It is? No it isn't. I want to do it, Simmy. I - really - want to do it."

"I know you do but your dick, Tor..." Simmy felt for it, "... is hard as fuck? What the hell?"

"I mean it this time, Simmy. I want to do this with you."

Simmy thought it and it came out of his mouth, "How about I clock off early for the night and you take me home?"

"To my home?"

"Yes."

"That... would be amazing! Would you really do that? You'd come home with me? To my place?"

"I would. I think at your own place you wont have any problems doing it and..."

"...And?"

Simmy tapped on Tor's breastplate, "I trust you, mister."

"You can trust me. I am essentially a good guy."

Simmy was flirtingly playful, "Essentially?" They both chuckled. Simmy put a hand on Tor's cheek, "Hmm. Well, I can only hope so. The real question is though, do -you- trust me?"

"Yes. I do."

"Good because this can only work if you do."

"I do."

Simmy clocked off by submitting his hand to a machine that took a blood sample for testing. Once the test was clear he was literally given a green light to leave. He lead Tor out the back door into the alley behind the cafe. 

Um... yeah. The alley - behind - a place called The BJ Cafe. You know that's gotta be a humid, stinking, dimly lit, grunge-hole, right? As far down on The Moon as they were it was run-down, rusted in places, moist and gooey, dark and permeated with rancid smells and long stains of various colored fluids. 

They walked quietly passed a human male in a long black coat that was clearly feeding his dick to someone sitting on the dusty ground and backed up against a metal wall. His pelvis bobbed back and forth and then it finally sank in and held as he unloaded himself into the mouth he was inside of.

To Tor's surprise, Simmy said, "Hey, Mary."

The man in the long coat zipped himself up and spun about and ran off. 

Mary just waved at them and licked her lips before rolling onto some garbage to sleep.

Once out of earshot, Tor leaned and bumped Simmys side.

"So that's what free head looks like, huh?"

"Not always. I'm not charging you for tonight."

"I'm a very lucky guy."

"Yes, you fucking are. Lucky ...and handsome."

"Thanks."

Once down the very scary alley they rounded the corner onto the main street. It was called an avenue, but it wasn't like an avenue you would know at all. It was merely a long, very wide and tall, hallway of shops and doors, with a super-leveling, mass-elevator at the far end. It went up four stores with balconies and walkways at either side.

When the two men reached the end, Tor called for the elevator and they got in it with a few other shady characters. As they ascended, those beings got off (thankfully!) on their respective floors, until it was only Tor and Simmy left inside the large, spacious, fairly dirty car. 

They rode up to level twenty-one where Tor's place was.

Tor was feeling brave and confident. "Simmy?" 

"Yeah, Tor?"

"I -am- going to cum in your mouth, tonight."

"Awh, shucks, aintchoo sweet? You damn-well better, mister."

"I will. I promise to do everything I can to make it happen."

"Tor, trust me, I will make it happen. Even if I have to suck your dick for hours; I will make it happen. I promise that I will be tasting your cum this evening."

It was firmly agreed between the two human males.

Simmy and Tor

Mood Lighting

"First let's set some mood-lighting. What do you call your AI?"

"Naomi."

"Naomi, candle-mode, color blue 44."

The entire room was edge-lit in the perfect shade of neon-like, but LED generated, azure that was pleasing and calming and added just enough light to clearly see (and have sex) by.

"Wow, I didn't even know it could do that."

"You should remember that one should you have any lady guests in the future. Which I am sure you will. It's a very subtle and romantic tone."

"I thought you were just here to blow me and make me cum. Are you going to romance me, Simmy?"

"No! You know that's not my bag, but I am going to fully enjoy myself with you, Tor. I hope you will enjoy yourself with me." 

Tor located the virtual button to lower the west wall into the bed. "I'll try."

Simmy removed his shirt and was bare-chested. He kept his pants on and folded his shirt and set it on a flip up table that had popped up next to the bed. Tor had sat down on the edge of the bed. Simmy had him get up and stand at the very end of it. 

He stood before him and their brown eyes met and held a connection. Simmy's voice was soft and relaxing. "I'm going to remove all of your clothes."

"Oka..."

Simmy put a finger on Tor's lips, "Shh. No more talking from you, please."

Tor nodded once.

Undressing Tor

When you are standing just inches apart from such a nicely built, and very hot guy as Tor, you can be in a kind of awe at their amazing beauty. The simple perfection of a male that is well defined and clearly in his absolute prime. 

"You are so handsome."

It was part of Simmy's strategy that night. To build Tor up. To show him that Simmy really liked him, which he did, but some ego stroking goes a long way with men when it comes to sex. Even if Tor wasn't consciously aware of it, everything Simmy said, was effecting his comfort level with Simmy and what was going on. Tor did trust Simmy but there are levels of trust. Simmy's outspoken evaluation and adoration of Tor's body was adding trust levels that would be essential for what was to come later.

Simmy started by feeling Tor's shoulders, broad and firm as they were. He rubbed them and Tor even closed his eyes. He wondered if he really did trust Simmy with his body. He reminded himself that he had to do that. If he got too nervous this could all fail very quickly. 

Simmy was using all of his vast knowledge about males to ensure this evening went off correctly. Everything he did was fully calculated and very precise even though he was appearing to be spontaneous. He was also doing something he rarely does. He was going slowly. Tor couldn't be savagely (or thoughtlessly) taken, he had to be drawn out, carefully the first time. Sure, after that he'd probably be an unstoppable sex animal, but that hesitant beast had to be coaxed out of the safety it's den.

When Simmy brought both of his hands from his shoulders to meet on his chest at his neck he was still relaxed and even enjoyed it the feeling of it. Tor inhaled a long breath, eyes still closed, as Simeon felt his firm pecs and tight abs. When he felt those hands take hold of the bottom of his shirt and lift he raised his arms and let his shirt be removed. It was discarded on the bed behind him and he never opened his eyes.

Standing there, ripped and shirtless, in the blue glow of the room Tor looked like a fucking God to Simmy. All that muscle on display was very appreciated and it was something Simmy often didn't get  in his day to day with the average joes he often serviced at the cafe. Tor could be a model. His body was solid, defined and he even smelled good. He smelled clean with only the mere hint of a nice soft cologne that had faded since it was first applied early in the morning. He was a real treat for Simmy who gently swam his hands all over his chest and down his arms and over his breastplate and down his sides and then, finally stopping at his waist.

For a while nothing happened. Tor dared to open his eyes. Simmy once more met his gaze but nothing was spoken. Simmy licked his lips but not in an overly seductive way. It was casual. It was an, you're so fucking cute I'm salivating... a little, kind of look.

Tor held that eye contact and gently reached for Simmys hands and together they undid the top button of his black jeans. Once undone Tor closed his eyes again and let his hands return to his sides. He'd given Simmy all the permission he needed. The moment was sedate and pure between the two men. One had made an offer, and the other had accepted that offer, and it's vast responsibility. 

Simeon knelt down and veed open (and down) the zipper of the pants before sliding them down to Tor's feet and gray socks. Tor was wearing dark red boxer-briefs under his black jeans. There was a nice and very inviting bulge in that warm cotton. Tor's cock was not yet fully awake but it was starting to stir.

Simmy lifted Tors feet out of the pants and reached up and took hold of Tors butt with both his hands as he leaned forward and met his face with Tors underpants. He let his hot breaths seep through and waken the dick inside. He used his lips on the cotton to munch and press on the semi that was getting stiffer and stiffer under his keen and loving attentions. 

Simmy could smell, that smell, the smell of man-crotch that he loved so much. It was pleasing and warm and relaxing to him, always. It had always made him feel like he was doing what he was meant to do. Being between a males legs and sucking his dick for him and swallowing his cum for him was why Simeon was born. It was why he existed and everything he craved to be.

It was very quiet in the blue lit room and only the sedate breathing of both men could be heard between them.

As he became harder and harder Tor wanted to reach in and adjust himself but he did not. Simmy instinctually knew what to do and needed no prompting. When he sensed that pipe needed it he used his lips alone to coax it into a an upward pointing direction. He was still in his boxer-briefs but his cock was then fully hard and was aimed straight up. 

Simeon sniffed deep onto Tor's ball area. He sniffed and hummed with pleasure and let his hot breaths permeate the fabric and tickle Tor's nut-sack over and over. This made Tor's increasingly eager rod strain even more for release. At times Tor wanted to grab Simmy's face and shove his dick into his mouth and plow him until he came, but... he held all that back and, instead, he used it. He used it to fuel his determination and to stay hard and ready and excited .

When he felt Simmy tug his sides for him to turn around he did so without hesitation. He was curious what was going to happen, but he was not scared that anything he didn't want to happen, would happen. 

Simmy had stood up and he rested his hands on Tor's shoulders again. Tor felt Simmy's thick luscious lips kissing the back of his neck while Simmy's hands rubbed his very hard pecs. That mouth kissed him delicately but in a masculine way. It was just firm enough as it randomly found landing places all over his back and when it gently slid down and down... and down, it felt so amazing. No one had ever done this kind of thing with him. It was new and it felt good and he was open to it and wherever it might go or end up.

Simmy knelt down again, but he knew better than to try and rim a straight guy that could be as easily spooked as Tor, so he left those underpants on him and gently turned him back around. He lifted each foot and removed the sock before he stood up and gently pushed on Tor's front to get him to sit down on the bed. 

Tor opened his eyes, "That was... I've never b..."

"Shh." Simeon once more silenced him with a finger on his lips. "Just relax, please. Enjoy. Be in the moment."

Tor nodded with a grin. He was, so far, having the time of his life.

Tor's feet

Simmy setup the four pillows so that Tor could lean up against the wall on the bed. He spread open Tor's legs and got between them, but... he was facing away from Tor as he picked up Tor's left ankle and foot and sniffed on his toes. Tor was ritualistic about trimming his toe-nails and keeping them clean.

Simeon had never questioned his foot fetish. He didn't know why some people had it and some people didn't but he did embrace it at an early age. Even as a young boy, he would often end up sniffing his own feet after a sweaty day in the gym. He understood his own need. He understood that the look and shape of a males feet tickled something inside him. It pleased him. He wanted to touch and feel and rub and lick and sniff on those bare feet. He knew that sometimes there was a sock component to it, but he always preferred bare feet to covered ones. For him at least, it was the feet, not the socks that did it for him.

The scent of Tor's toes was just dusty enough, not quite strong-cheesy, more delicate-cheesy (if that's a thing) and it simply slid very comfortably down Simmy's nose and throat. It warmed his insides. 

He massaged that foot and sole rigorously with his fingers and Tor really enjoyed that. He'd never had a serious foot massage before and he was finding it felt really fucking good. Sure, he'd lost his boner from earlier, but he was keeping a semi and he was definitely enjoying everything that was being done to him. He found that he was very-okay with Simmy. He was at ease and he felt safe. His heart was not pounding in his chest and he was breathing normally.

Tor found the toe sucking a new experience as well. He realized again, that Simeon loved male bodies. He loved to worship them. Simeon took his pleasure, in giving pleasure. Tor then realized that he was being worshipped. No one had ever worshipped him before. Not even his girlfriends. It was a very pleasant and empowering thing. He wanted more of it. It gave him confidence and he began to crave more and more of it.

Sure the squish of spittle between his toes was... odd at first, but it was also playful and kinda fun. Simmy could suck dick, but he had a good hoover-down on each of that foots toes, too. Even the little toe was sucked on and licked on and Simeon got his hot tongue between each of those toes as well. Again feelings that Tor had never even considered ever feeling. New ways to light up his bodies sexual energy. He even felt his cock stir at having his toes sucked on. Maybe that could get him hard one day.

Tor's Cock

Simmy gently returned that foot and leg to the bed and then he shifted on the bed to face Tor. Tor didn't try to say anything. Simmy took his right ankle and leg and brought his right foot to his lips. He slinked his tongue across Tors toes and inhaled with his eyes closed. With his other hand he reached for and landed on Tors dark red underpants. Rubbing on his cock and balls and sucking on his toes quickly returned Tor's dick to a complete and very raging boner in mere seconds. It began fighting for release from its bonds all on its own.

Tor stared into Simmy's eyes who kept eating his toes and massaging his junk. Simmy didn't need to speak or ask Tor if he was okay. He was supremely confident and he could take Tor's eager boner as a sign that Tor was doing just fine. 

Tor was indeed a very lucky man. Simeon took his job very seriously and he was the perfect candidate to help break Tors curse. After a bit Simmy returned Tor's foot to the bed and he slinked up between his legs and looked directly into his deep dark brown eyes. 

Nothing was said. 

Tor's cock pulsed a few times with anxious need straining his boxer-briefs again. A small dark spot appeared on them where a droplet of his pre-cum had emerged. His dick was getting very excited to do its job soon and hurl his jizz out of his body into the unknown. Though they both new when Tor finally did cum where that cum would be going.

Simeon gently rested his hands over Tor's nipples and he tweaked them as he leaned down and licked down his breastplate to his belly button. His chin was less than an inch away from that cotton covered, pre-cumming, revved-up, man-meat that was between Tor's legs.

A quick but energizing circle of his hot tongue inside the belly-button tweaked Tor before Simeon ran that firm and pointed tongue down and to the right and then down and into the area where the leg meets the base of the torso. With his head in that spot and licking and sniffing Tor almost pressed on Simmy's head to keep him there but he held back and stopped himself. Tor could feel Simmy face on his sack and it made his toes wiggle to be eaten on in that area. Just to the left or right of the base of your dick and then down into that crevasse. A slick wiggling tongue and nose buried in that section in just the right way can make a guys leg twitch. In fact Simmy did not leave that area until Tor's left leg did twitch, whereupon he shifted to the other side and did it until that leg twitched.

Tor's dick was now seriously pissed off and raging like a mad-cock in those red underpants. It fucking wanted, no, let me correct that... it NEEDED, out.

Simmy had one more trick though before he'd finally get to see (and handle) Tor's dick and sack and give it the awesome pleasure and release (hopefully a few before they were done) that it so desperately demanded.

He kept his tongue pointed but let it just emerge from this lips. He let some spittle out of his mouth, enough to coat his lips, and then he rocked and rolled his head in that spot and down inside his inner thighs until Tor was writhing in pleasure on the bed. His fingers clenching and releasing the blankets. His head moving side to side, his throat moaning softly and his toes curling until finally he couldn't stop himself. He grabbed onto Simmy's skull and guided that wet mouth all over his crotch. Simmy didn't stop him or chide him. He let it happen and went with it. He trusted Tor.

"Fu-uck! I've never been so fucking horny!"

Tor release him and Simmy reminded him to shush with a finger on his own lips. 

He finally reached for the boxer-briefs... to remove them.

Usually getting a mans underpants off while he's laying in bed is awkward at best, but the two of them didn't have an issue and didn't waste any time. Tor arched up, Simmy pulled, Tor came down and lifted his feet and Simmy had them off him and on the floor in under three seconds flat.

Tor was fully naked then.

Fully naked in front of a man. A man that was going to suck his dick. A man that wanted him to cum in... his mouth and this time... Tor felt no urge to flee. None at all. No nervousness, no heart palpitations, no labored breathing. No unstoppable visions of mean, old girlfriends. He was not only at ease mentally he was still hard as fuck physically.

Simmy wanted a good look. He felt he was owed that. He enjoyed looking at (and playing with) penises.

Tor's dick was proudly standing up from his body and there was a small almost-circle of clear fluid where the tip had been resting on his belly.

Simmy was a good judge, since he'd seen thousands of cocks and Tor was just under eight inches (maybe eighth of an inch under), so, when soft he might be around three-ish. He was clearly and cleanly circumcised he had a large, full, round ball sack and he was completely shaved. Simmy wondered if the shaving when all the way back, if you know what I mean, but that was for another time, IF there ever was another time.

Simmy took hold of Tor's ample shaft and it felt good in his hand. It felt heavy and solid and hot and yet silken and only slightly squishy. He gently stroked and this allowed the rest of the pre-cum to ride up the shaft and to the slit where a clear, sticky droplet emerged. 

Simmy lookup up into Tor's eyes. Tor was eager to see him do it. The moment was so anticipated. While locking his eyes on Tor's, Simmy licked free the drop of pre-cum and tasted it and ate it.

Girls had blown Tor before and he'd pre-cum before, so he knew they had eaten it before, but this was still a good sign. Sure it wasn't his load, but that would (soon) follow, and he was feeling very okay with that. He actually began to -want- to give Simmy his sperm. He understood just how badly Simeon wanted it. To deny him of it would be cruel torture after all the pleasures he'd given Tor so far.

Tor watched Simmy hold and stroke his cock while licking the previous drops of it off his belly until they were all gone.

The moment of truth was at hand. Simmy was not gonna ask if Tor was okay. That would have been stupid. Tor was fine. He was still hard and seemed relaxed about what was to happen next. The only thing Simeon wanted to do was to confirm to him that Tor had permission to do it.

"Tor, you have my permission to cum... in my mouth. If you are going to cum very quickly, that's okay. Don't hold back. If you do, you may never get over this thing. So, once more, and to be very clear, you have my permission to do it."

Tor didn't want to say much, he was eager for it happen and he kept it simple, "Thank you."

Simmy gave a nod and a wink to his friend.

With that he began sucking Tor's dick for the first time. He let go of the shaft and used only his mouth and lips. 

Tor closed his eyes and really felt everything. Every single tingle and magical sexual "whoosh" that shivered through his body he felt. He let them all caress him and wash over him and through him. 

Simeon easily got all of Tor's dick down into his throat and met his lips with Tor's smooth base. This pleased Tor very much and he moaned out loudly. Simmy got hold of his warm and aromatic scrotum and massaged his large nuts while he sucked on that dick. There were fast and hard suction moments and then sedate and soft licking and suction. Over and over and then... a tongue movement that Tor instantly felt. 

Sexual Jolt Bolt! 

It was the position of his dick inside that mouth and those lips and that tonguing on just the right area that made him pant loud and moan and again his fingers bit into the blankets.

"I'm ...gonna..."

Simmy kept his pace and technique. He felt Tors cock starting to twitch once and then a bit later again and each time it tasted salty. That was more delicious pre-cum.

"I'm ...gonna..."

Tor seemed to be on the edge and it was Simeon's duty (as the expert cock sucker he was) to push him over. He had to make it happen. It had to happen. If it didn't happen right then, then it probably never would.

Simmy held his pace, too slow and they'd miss it and too quickly and it would get numb and dull it out and fail.

Tor, told himself, Simeon wants it. He wants your cum, Tor. He wants to swallow it, so you have to do it in his mouth. Do it in his mouth. Let go.

Tor was not gonna hold back or stop himself this time. He was gonna do what he for so long wanted to fucking do! He took hold of Simmys head in both his hands and he flung his legs over Simmy's shoulders and he worked his pelvis up and down with force and speed and he shoved Simmys face up and down on his dick, and in his lap, until he fucking...

"I'm gonna cum!"

... CAME!

Simmy gently gave a squeeze to Tor's balls and he felt Tor's dick begin to get even harder and then it began to rapidly flex between his lips. Tor became a tight hot, sweaty, ball of man-flesh around Simmy's head as he fucking came and came and fucking came some more. His toes curled and his grip was fierce and his cock did its job and creamed off a good twenty very large shots of his spunk. As it ended he heard something he'd longed to hear his whole sexual life. It was the sound of Simeon swallowing the entire mouthful of cum that Tor had just deposited in him. 

It was the most pleasing and satisfying thing he'd ever heard. Finally someone had sucked his dick, taken his load, in the mouth ...AND swallowed it. Fuck, Yeah!

Tor released Simmy and was panting slightly. "You, uh, okay?"

"Yeah. I'm am great, but Tor..."

"What?"

"Tor..., did you just... cum in my mouth?"

Tor grinned like the cat who just ate the canary, "Heh-heh. Yeah I did."

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome! And... I can't wait to do it again!"

They both chuckled.

Pause of Wednesday Night Highlights