The BJ Cafe

Resume Wednesday Night Highlights

Tor and Simeon

[Previously...]

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.

[...and now...]

There was no need to wait. Tor wasn't getting soft anytime soon, his balls were still very full and Simmy had all night to drain them. They agreed quickly that Simmy would sleep over and that Tor would stay naked and get as much head as he wanted. He could paste off as much spunk as he wanted to directly in Simmy's mouth. 

They tried it many ways. 

Simmy gave Tor a hand-pumping, suck-job and feasted on the large liquid reward.

Simmy showed Tor how to be in near complete control of the entire experience by putting himself on the bed face up with a pillow behind his head. Then he had Tor straddle his torso and kneel basically tight under his armpits. Tor leaned forward and steadied himself by placing his hands on the mattress. This allowed him to fuck Simmy in the mouth at his own thrusting pace. Tor really liked this one and it made him cum fairly quickly. 

He was getting used to just letting go when he felt the juices on the rise and it was such a wonderful thing for him. Right after he finished doing it that way for the very first time, they stayed still for -maybe- thirty seconds, with Simeon just keeping his mouth full of Tor's delicious cock, before Tor started to piston forward and back, again. A few short minutes later and Tor was nearing another one. Without any hesitation or a warning to Simmy, he just sank deep into that hot mouth and let his dick shoot off with wild abandon. He waited for Simmy to gulp down the mouthful of spunk he'd just spewed before he pulled out gently and got off the bed. 

He got a drink of water and Simmy sat up. "Water?" He asked Simeon.

"Yes, please."

Tor tossed a fresh bottle to Simmy who caught it, cracked the cap, and downed most of it.

Tor asked, "Does my cum taste good?"

Now that is a loaded question. Simmy had learned over time that the only correct answer to it is what he responded with... "Yes. Very good." 

That has to be the answer because sperm almost always tastes the same, but not the same. It can be bitter, sour, salty, sweet or have almost no taste at all. Being a total jizz-pig, Simeon didn't really care about the taste of it, he was always gonna swallow it, no matter what. He cared more about the feeling. The feeling of a hot dick between his lips throbbing and pulsing and spitting out that hot body-fluid. To be fair, Tor's cum, was... well, potent. Strong, like him. So, to Simmy it tasted very good, to someone else, eh... it might be a total spit-city affair.

Tor asked, "Glad you like it. You wanna order-in some food?"

"Yes, please."

They took a short break while they ordered from the worlds menu of take out that was constantly and immediately available on the Moon. You name it, you could order it, pay for it, and be eating it hot (or cold) mere seconds later. 

Neither of them ate very much as they wanted to return to the bed for more "practice". That's what they decided to call it. They were letting Tor practice cumming in a persons mouth. So far he was doing well and, so far, he really liked the lay-down-and-let-me-fuck-you-in-the-mouth-till-I-spew, position. 

Tor had raised the sofa from its storage place in the floor and they both sat and ate a little. Tor was feeling so very relaxed, even being fully unclothed around Simmy, that he finished his food and laid on his back across the sofa and planted his bare feet in Simmy's lap. "I feel so good, right now."

"I bet." Simmy put down his paper plate on the end table to his left and rubbed on Tor's soft dick. "Does it bother you when I play with it like this?"

"No."

"You're still straight, right?"

"I guess. I mean, even if other people say or think that I'm not, I think I would identify myself that way. Why did you just ask me that?"

"Would you be averse to maybe, well... um... me lying next to you?"

Tor thought about it. Simmy was at the very least his suck-friend now, a sort-of, man-cuddle was not out of the question. Who would see or know? "No. Come on."

Simmy lifted Tor's cute feet off himself and shifted himself. Tor raised his left arm, and Simmy positioned himself into laying between Tor and the back of the sofa. Tor then lowered his arm and pressed on Simmy's back to get him close to his side. 

"Good?" he asked.

"Yeah. Good."

A moment of serene silence passed between them. Simeon could hear the strong beating of Tor's heart as his head was against that firm chest. He could just smell the sweet and tangy aroma from under Tor's arm. Yeah, Simmy liked that stink as well. He was all about the man-smells. He was a scent-pig as well as a cum-pig, or maybe we should just say he's a total man-pig. Simeon began to rub gently on Tor's dick and he got him hard using his hand. He toyed with it softly for a while until he felt a strong pulse and some pre-cum came to the slit. Simmy sat up as much as he could, holding that hot prick in his hand, and he sipped the droplet away and ate it. "Should we get back on the bed?"

Tor didn't answer.

"Tor?"

"I want to try something. Will you let me?"

"Yeah. I guess. I mean, what are you gonna do?"

"I wanna ..."

Again, hesitation. Simeon was not having it. "What, Tor? Just say it!"

"I wanna... try to jack off."

"Oh." Simmy let go of Tor's cock.

"Into your mouth."

"Oh. Oh! Yes, please!"

"Really you'd let me?"

"Of course, Tor. I'd be really upset if you jacked out a huge mess all over the place and I had to lick it all up."

Tor started to jack on himself, "That would be hot, too, though."

"Sure, but not as fun for me, if you just crack one off and feed it directly to me there is less... stickiness."

"You'd like that, though? Being -used- that way? As just a ....mouth, for me to cum in?"

"Perspective Tor. To me, it's not usage at all. It is you being generous to me. You wanting me to have something your body made, inside of mine. Almost as if the sperm you are about to feed me, was made just for me."

"Heh-heh, yeah, maybe it was."

"Of course it was. I really do believe that."

This would be a real test for Tor. Could he feed Simmy by hand?

Simmy stayed where he was, with his face just hovering over Tor's dick as he jacked somewhat rapidly. Simeon let a dribble of saliva drop down onto Tor's tip and lube his fist and shaft to help Tor. Tor closed his eyes and kept wanking. Simmy let out his tongue and let Tor tap the tip of his dick on it. Simmy held his hefty warm ball-sack in a hand and massage it. He watched Tor's hot muscle bod getting worked up. His tummy dipping in and getting tighter and tighter. The orgasm was becoming more and more imminent and they were both anxious for it to arrive. When Tor gently reached for and landed a hand on Simmy's head, to get him ready for it, they both knew it was very close. 

"Yeah, I'm gonna do it. Ready?" 

"Ready."

Tor increased his pace at the end and just at the right moment he stopped and removed his hand and with his other hand he pressed Simeon's head onto his cock. It began to flex and pulse and spit and Simmy was humming with pleasure to feel the hot shots bursting in his mouth. To feel those strong throbs of man-dick between his lips and to taste that delicious ball-spunk. He gulped and sucked and pumped that cock dry of that one. Tor had watched him do it. 

Simmy asked, "What?"

"Nothing. I'm just in awe."

Simeon licked the still semi-hard shaft of the dick he was holding. "Of me?"

"Yeah. You really liked that? I mean really liked it?"

"Loved it." He slurped on the head.

"And can I really do that anytime I want?"

"Anytime you want, handsome."

They spent the rest of night "practicing" in more positions and Simmy had a bellyful of Tor's cum before they snuggled up on the bed at three am and couldn't help but doze off into a deep sleep. Tor even held and spooned his naked body up to Simmy who felt very safe with Tor and had no trouble falling asleep with him.

End of Wednesday Night Highlights

Thursday Morning

Tor and Simmy

In the morning Simeon woke Tor up with a very good, long, and slow blowjob (all men should wake up to this, each and every day. If they did the world would be a much nicer place) . Tor easily came in his mouth without fear, pause or warning.

"Well, Tor, I think you're cured!"

"Let's hope so! Thank you for that."

"Thank you, Tor, for all that delicious sperm. Breakfast was wonderful."

"You know, um... breakfast could.. continue, if you don't have to run off."

Simeon grabbed Tor's balls."I don't have my shift at the cafe until the afternoon. Just how much more breakfast do you think I might get out of these?" 

"Let's find out. Let's empty them."

"You, Tor, are one, extremely hot, handsome, and ...nasty mother fucker." Simmy thought of Rufus, "You remind me of another guy I know whose balls never quit."

"Heh-heh."

It took a while but they managed to do it.

The two men then showered separately. Simmy left around noon. Tor hugged Simmy tightly and Simmy took a chance and gave Tor a kiss on the cheek. Tor didn't mind, they had bonded, they were, if not real friends, then serious fuck-buddies, or is that... suck-buddies? A straight man and his cum disposal cock sucker? There really are no terms for this particular relationship between men now, or then. 

Tor was late for work, but he felt truly alive and happy for the first time in years and his boss didn't care as long as he made up the hours, which he'd agreed to do.

Simmy worked the evening shift, not the day shift, at the Cafe so he didn't have to go in until 2pm. He went back to his tiny pod on "down and dirty, two-thirty" where he ordered and ate some actual food and napped to recharge himself before work.

End of Thursday Morning 

Thursday Night Highlights

Harold S. Easter (Aitch)

Beeb had asked his human friend, Aitch, to enter The BJ Cafe for him, and on his behalf, meet with Simmy and do two things. Firstly, to get the Zudo language installed in the Cafe's AI and secondly, to lead him to the back alley where Beeb would be waiting to speak to Simeon.

Aitch had found The BJ Cafe shortly after it opened a few years ago. He had been curious if head from a dude felt any different than from a gal. Aitch liked his women, no doubt, but he also figured the stars wouldn't fall, if he rammed his cock in some guys mouth... and shot off there. 

Eventually he requested a male and got Simmy. Aitch satisfied his curiosity with Simmy and he found it wasn't all that different and that he did enjoy it. He was open ever after to men sucking his dick.

This is all how Beeb knew to request Simmy that very first time he went to the Cafe. Aitch had told him to do so.

Aitch was nicely defined and in great shape for his age. He was in his early forties, a man of average height and average width. He kept his hair cut wicked short and blonded out. It gave a contrast to his tan skin and made his light blue eyes stand out even more. He was tattooed (arms, chest) and pierced (nips and scrotum). He wore a spike in his left ear. He filled out a tee-shirt very nicely and he usually had a smile for anyone that approached him. He was extremely polite and a natural charmer of anyone he met.

He arrived at The BJ Cafe, that evening, shortly after work and got his tags, with a request for Simmy. He quickly ordered up five shots of something known as, Three Wise Men Go Hunting, which consisted of equal parts of scotch, bourbon, JD, and Wild Turkey. He sank two of them down as he waited for Simeon to find him. 

It was a Thursday and the place was not busy. He noted a few Fanga, two Assteesees, a few other human dudes and one black male with short dreads walking up the aisle toward him. Simmy had his face painted with orange tiger streaks down his cheeks and he had is day-glow orange contacts in. He was wearing a standard and unadorned black jumpsuit and his wrist com. Simmy snaked into the booth opposite Aitch and said, "Hi there, handsome."

"Hey, Simmy."

Simmy slid around the bowl shape of the booth and sidled up next to Aitch. He began rubbing gently on Aitch's crotch and pants. Simmy was only half-lying, "Aitch, I'll be honest, I've missed your dick."

"Thanks. I bet he missed you, too. You know where to find him."

Simmy chuckled softly, "Indeed, I do. May I?"

"Help yourself." Aitch added, "Let's loose this table, first, though." 

Simmy moved the three remaining shots to the ledge of the booth. 

Aitch pressed on the button and it lowered into the floor. He undid and unzipped his pants after that. He shoved them down to his knees and freed his tight dark pink ball sack and soft three inch cut cock. Aitch didn't wear underpants. He leaned back slightly offering his warm crotch to the young man that was now on the floor. Simmy kissed that soft dick for the ten whole seconds it took to get fully erect under his tongue and lips. At full mast it was a solid seven with a nice pink head and a good corona.

Aitch had the kind of body hair that was the same very short length all over him. He had no real bush but did have shallow pubes. Just enough to tickle Simmy's face and chin and lips and nose.

There was just a hint of, that smell, that smell that Simmy loved so much and it was enough for him to eat onto that dick something good. Lots of tongue and lips and good hard suction on it. Aitch lifted his shirt and Simmy reached up and tweaked on his nipple piercings as he sucked that cock. Aitch slid his hands into his crotch and under his sack. One of his own fingers may have pressed on his tight cherry a few times. Aitch identified as straight but he knew the pleasures of some back-door work and how to tease himself. He wasn't going in but he was doing some fast circles and enjoying the tingle. 

Eventually he took hold of Simmy's head in both his hands. "I need to cum, now."

Simmy was pumped up and down on that delicious cock right up until Aitch crested. He sank Simmy down (and held him there) as his heels lifted off the floor slightly and bounced in the air. He shot his entire huge fuck-wad in Simmy's gently sucking mouth and throat. He grunted off the shots and it was good three day load of fresh spunk and it all tasted very sweet. When he let Simmy go he heard him swallow the mouthful of his jizz. 

"Thank you." 

Simmy was actually licking his lips, "My pleasure, Aitch. Did you, uh... wanna go again?"

"Nah, but thanks for asking. I'm gonna pack it back up, but, I do need to talk to you before I go."

"Oh. Okay. I'll wait."

Simmy got out of the circle and Aitch raised the table using a button behind his left shoulder. Once it was back in place he was all packaged back up. Simmy put the shots of booze from the ledge back on the table. Aitch downed two more of them.

Simmy asked, "So, what's up?"

"I have to give you something." He reached into his pants pocked and pulled out a translation chip. "Upload this, it's the Zudo language."

Simmy took it, "How did you know we needed that?"

"A Zudo called Beeb comes in here and you service him."

"Yes! He's such a handsome, big black, beast of a male! His cum tastes really amazing."

"He was seriously pissed off that you banned him and all the Zudo from here." Aitch did his last shot.

Simmy loaded the chip on his wrist com, "I didn't ban him. My bosses did. For my own safety they said. It's probably all bullshit but I couldn't stop them. It's uploaded." He removed it and handed it back to Aitch who re-deposited it in his pants pocket.

"Beeb is waiting outside in the back alley. Your wrist com should translate for you now. He really wants to talk to you."

"My... Ungrouk?

"You know that word?"

"It means..."

Simmys wrist com said, "Friend," proving to them both that it was working. 

Aitch nodded, "Friend. Yes. He calls you his friend. I'm going to head out, but he's waiting for you back there."

"I'll go and talk to him right now."

Aitch got out of the booth and opened his arms, "Not until I get a hug first, mister."

"Aitch! You're such a sweetie!"

They hugged.

"And you give amazing head, Simmy. I enjoyed it. Thank you."

They parted the hug.

"You are very welcome."

Aitch tipped his head and smiled and they went separate ways down the long aisle. Aitch headed for the front door and Simmy for the back.

Simeon and Beeb

Simmy opened the back door to the alley and found Beeb waiting there for him. His golden cat-like eyes looking sad and anxious at the same time. Simmy was gentle in his tone, "Hey there, Beeb."

"Hello, Simmy. I am glad we can finally communicate."

"Yeah, me too. You okay, big guy?"

Beebs people were always direct, "Why did you ban me and all the Zudo from this place?"

"I didn't. Our system did. I have to take a blood test each night before I leave to make sure I'm clean and you know how after we do our thing, I pass out?"

Beeb was suddenly sheepish. "...Yes."

"It's because your cum has a fuck-ton of sedative in it. They said I could die, if I ingested too much of it too quickly."

"Oh No! I am so sorry! I never meant you any harm."

"I know that, Beeb. You are my ...ungrouk."

"Yes, I too, think of us as friends, but what do we do, Simmy? How do we resolve this problem?" 

Simeon realized, where he was, that he had all he needed to get things moving in regards to getting this ban lifted. In the back room at the cafe there was the sample machine all servers use to clock off with. It had a scan and submit mode for new samples. He just needed a sample of Beebs... cum.

"Well, actually, there is something we can do right now. Please, come inside."

"Will it be okay if I enter? Won't there be an alarm?"

"No. It's safe this way. If you tried to come through the front door there would be an alarm."

"Ok, I trust you."

Beeb went in and Simmy closed the door.

"What next?"

Simeon began looking on the shelves and in boxes for something. "In order for us to get the ban lifted I just need to send them a sample of your cum. We can do that right here, right now."

"Oh."

"Is that okay? I mean, can you cum, right now?"

"Yes. I think so. If you... well I guess you can't, it's not safe for you and I wont put you in danger. I can -try- to cum for you."

Simmy kept searching.

"It will be okay. I will perform the hand ritual with you. I know you need that."

"Thank you. That will help greatly. But... won't it make a mess?"

"Maybe a little one. It's okay you're not the first being to spew a load back here and I also want to try something, too."

"What?"

Simmy found what he wanted. He reached into a box, pulled it out and spun about facing Beeb with it in his hand.

"This is just what we need! I think your big dick will fit in the tube part here and your sperm will collect in bottom here."

It was a large clear plastic globe of a vessel with a long neck (slash) tube that was about three inches in diameter.

"So, you will help me get hard and then help me... get off... and I must do it in that?"

"Yes, I will put it on you when you're erect."

Beeb shook his head (something he saw humans do) "This is going to be the [did not translate] Krarklest, thing I've ever done."

"The what?"

Beeb tried more words and two did translate, "Krarkle. Um... Odd. Strange."

"Oh. Okay. You're so cute."

"I am? If I do this will the ban be lifted?"

"It should. And yes you are cute."

"How long will it take?"

"Eh, hard to say. I'd estimate based on previous samples I've sent that it will take about 2 days."

"That long?!"

"Yes, my ungrouk. I am sorry."

"You are not to blame. Well then, let us get this done! My brothers and I wish to come here often."

"Brothers? Beeb, you handsome male, you never mentioned any brothers. How many brothers do you have?"

"Three."

"Three? Wow, Beeb, I don't know if I can swallow that much Zudo cum."

Beeb did not understand the implied sarcasm and was merely simple and direct in his cold reply, "We will let you rest in between."

Simmy chuckled, "I hope so!"
 
"Are you ready, Simmy?"

Simmy sobered up from his earlier flippancy, "Yes." He held up his palms.

Beeb closed his eyes, lowered his head, and recited the sacred mating prayer while pressing against  Simmy's hands. As he started Simmy's wrist com began translating it and it annoyed Beeb enough to immediately stop. 

Simmy covered his com with a hand and then turned it off. "Sorry. Go on." Beeb was about to start over when Simmy realized... "Wait. It's a prayer... isn't it?"

The first few times they had done this back at the cafe there was no translator and this was the first time Simmy was actually able to understand (some of) the words.

"It is our mating prayer. Technically, with you I do not need to do it, because we are not expecting any offspring from this meeting, but I do it, becuase it calms me and helps, um... well, ...get me going."

"I understand. Please go on."

Beeb started over and with each moment he added with more and more force to their hand press. When Beeb's cock emerged from between his legs and all that fur Simmy really wanted to wrap his lips around that dick-head and drink but he held off. 

Beeb said without opening his eyes, "Put it on me. Quick. I need your hands back or this will fail."

Simmy fitted the neck of the plastic container down onto Beeb's massive black dick. Beeb was standing up and you'd think this thing would fall off his cock, but so strong was the force of his beast-boner pointing up, it merely held in place to collect what was about to be released into it. 

Simmy quickly returned his palms to pressing on Beeb's much larger hands. Beeb kept whispering the sacred words ever so softly and he took Simmys hands and guided them to his muscled chest; just over his large pecs. Simmy pressed as hard as he could and a baritone growl began deep inside the beast before him. A low, powerful, feral grumble. A moment later and Beeb was ejaculating in the container. His large dick spewing out a continuous stream of his light green sperm. 

Simeon could not have removed his hands if he wanted to. Beeb had them pressed tightly to him and wouldn't let go until he finished. The container filled quickly and it became warm with all that body-heated, Zudo-bull, ball-juice.

Simmy felt himself salivating just seeming it. He could imagine that, tangy, sour-cherry taste in his head. He began to salivate.

A minute later Beeb let go of Simmy's hands and he opened his eyes and looked up. "That... was no fun at all."

Simmy took the container to the sample unit, "But you did great, Beeb."

Beebs dick deflated and disappeared into his thick black crotch fur.

"Will it be enough?"

"Beeb, you crazy nutcase! Yes, it's way more than they need. There's a little over four cups here!"

"Nutcase? What is nut-case?"

"Forget it. I'll explain later, first, let me get this sample transmitted so we can get my mouth back on Zudo cock."

"Okay. I will wait here?"

"Yes. Please wait here."

Simmy placed a very small sample on a slide and put it into the machine. It began to scan. They had a moment to wait. Things are super-quick in the future... but not everything.

Simmy was feeling brave, "Beeb hand me that mug on that shelf next to you."

"This?"

"Yes. That. Thanks."

Beeb watched Simeon pour some of his fresh lime green sperm into that mug. Simmy sniffed it for aroma and then brought it to his lips.

Beeb protested (but curiously enough, did not try to stop him), "Simmy! No, it could hurt you!"

Simmy smiled as he swallowed the mouthful and poured some more. "Beeb, follow my logic here, big guy."

"O-kay?"

"If I were to down that jug, all four, luscious, warm, silken cups of it, I would pass out, yes? We know that. Right?"

"Yes, we know that."

"But if I sip it, a little bit at a time, it should have much less of an effect one me, yes?"

"I would think so, yes. I agree."

"Then, as much as I love getting it straight from your big, hot, Zudo cock, please let me enjoy what will otherwise be wasted. If anything happens to me you are, right here, right?"

"Yes, I will stay with you."

[Ding]

The scan was done. Simmy pressed the button to transmit the results.

"Sample sent. That's done. Now, we wait."

Beeb said nothing but they eyed one another. 

Simmy asked with a gentle hand on the big, gentle giants face, "What is the matter, my ungrouk?"

"I... miss ...holding you after."

Simmy felt a strong pang inside himself. He was so humbled and deeply touched by that simple remark. He almost got teary-eyed over it but managed to keep it together. He said only a single word, "Sit."

Beeb sat on the floor and Simmy sat on the floor between his legs back to the beast. Beeb wrapped his huge, hairy arms around the human boy and held him firmly, but not overly so, he understood his own strength. Beeb was very warm and tender and his fur was very soft.

With the scent of wet dog and orange peels and the pungent taste of sour cherries as Simmy sipped his mug of Zudo cum and they sat that way for a good long time. A few words were spoken but it was mostly just a shared moment between males. 

Sure, Simmy should be out there working, but he didn't much care, as there are some moments in life that don't come often. This was one of those very special and very precious moments. One that he would remember for the rest of his life and he knew it. It was Beeb that broke into the serene peace of it with a cautious whipser.

"Simmy?"

"Yeah, buddy?"

"May I ... "

The big beast was hesitant and nervous and unsure. 

"What is it, big guy?"

"I have never felt what I am feeling now. I never thought I could feel this way. I never expected to feel like this with a... male, of my own, or any, species."

Simmy raised a hand over his head and tapped on Beeb's cheek (slash) snout while he took another drink of Beebs still very warm and very sour cum. "I am glad I could make you happy. I do that for males of many species most nights."

A moment ticked by between them again. 

Beeb added, "But for me... it is more than that. It is something that I do not think my brothers or any other Zudo males would understand."

Simeon began to realize what Beeb -might- be saying. Without thinking about it or what it meant he went with it. It felt good to do that. It was and instinctual yes.

Simmy set down the mug and shifted to facing Beeb whose patient, but eager and inquiring, eyes and head looked down at him. Beeb's velveteen, jet-black, cat-like snout and black nose slowly drew downward. Simmy was ready.

Beebs super hot tongue flicked out and licked across Simeon's closed lips. Beeb licked all over them with his wide, very hot, and long tongue.

Simmy was curious and felt safe and he opened his mouth and let Beeb lick him inside his mouth. Beeb tasted... well, pretty fucking good. Beeb let Simmys tongue into his mouth as well and their tongues tasted one another. It was a delicate and careful and very affectionate moment between man and beast. Beeb had to be careful of his pointy front teeth and he was; they both were.

Now, the Zudo don't kiss. It's not in their history. Simeon is a cum-pig and doesn't kiss the males he serves, unless they ask him to (and no one ever has, big surprise). Why would you want to kiss the mouth that you just came (or pissed) in?

Beeb's eyes closed and so did Simmy's and they shared more of their tongues and breaths. Beeb's large left hand took hold of Simmy's wrist and guided it to his crotch. He wrapped Simmy's human hand about his fresh black boner and literally handed it to him as his to play with and enjoy.

Beeb opened his eyes and so did Simmy. Beeb whispered to him, "No male Zudo, that I've ever known, or heard tell of, has ever become aroused this way, Simmy. You make my dick hard. You make me want to feed you all of my cum."

They shared more licks.

"Someday soon, when all this has been figured out, we will do that. I promise you, my handsome ungrouk."

Beeb "beast-handled" Simmy until he was cradling the human in his big muscled arms; almost like a baby. They snogged, carefully, but with new found passion for twenty minutes more. Eventually Simmy had to get back out to the main Cafe and back to work, and Beeb released him and he waited for himself to get soft again before he left. 

What did Simmy do with the leftover three (plus) cups of Beeb's fresh hot cum? He put it in the blast freezer, of course! He's a total and complete cum-pig, remember? You never fucking waste sperm! Ever. He could (and would) take that home and gently re-heat it for a few very satisfying, tangy and delicious liquid suppers.

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