Jojo's Erotic Adventure Pt 1. Phantom Emissions Ch. 2

AN: This is the sequel to Phantom Emissions Ch. 1 by the original authors. Due to the cruel nature of linear time, we have forgotten the email address and password of JojoLover69. This is our new account. SHould we recover JojoLover 69, the tale will progress in its original domain.

Only a short way from the Joestar familial mansion stood the city of England, whose musky and dark streets brought out all manner of criminal activity once the day turned to night. Here, under the dimly flickering street lamps of some nondescript corner, a local town whore was about to be stabbed to death by Jack the Ripper. Jack moved quickly, and with a muffled shriek the prostitute was dead, like a shark in the net of a Japanese research vessel. "Oh yeeah I just love killing hookers" said Jack the Ripper, fully erect.

Jack had been the king of the criminal underworld for so long, he was overconfident and feared no enemy. However, much like Mufasa in the first act of the Lion King, Jack the Ripper was about to be overthrown by someone evil and confusingly erotic. Taking in the thrill of his most recent murder, Jack had no idea what was about to happen. Like an apex predator on the hunt, Dio the sex vampire emerged from the shadows, mouth agape, his inhumanely large penis dragging behind him on the cobblestone path. Sensing danger, Jack turned. "Holy shit your penis is retarded!" he explained.

Dio pounced mouth first onto Jack's surprised dick, forcing the famed serial killer to the ground. "You've done killed a lot of hookers" said Dio, "I'm going to make you my ass destroying slave". As Dio's mouth worked Jack the Ripper's erotic man sausage, his sentient slippery sex snake slithered swiftly aside Jack's body into his moist pie hole. "Vroom vroom open up for the airplane!" encouraged Dio. Jack, unable to speak with a mouthful of beautiful cock, was confounded by the philosophical ramifications of the self aware and very hot johnson violating his mouth. "Mrphhf" mumbled Jack. Reaching a level of euphoria previously unknown to him, Jack felt Dio's long john writhing its way into dark recesses of his body that he never knew existed. Dio's schlong was the trans canadian oil pipeline, Jack's throat was North Dakota. Despite protests from native americans, Dio pushed further, and spilled his load all over Jack's beautiful reservation.

JoJo abruptly awoke, his dick covered in bandages and his asshole aching. Suddenly the memories of his nocturnal romp in the sheets all came flooding back: the cum, the HOT dicks, and the holes. Destroying Dio's bed and floor. His adopted brother becoming a sex vampire. He thought it was just a dream, but the pains in his anus confirmed it was real. Suddenly he realized he wasn't alone, there was a beautiful woman in the room next to him, a woman he recognized as his true love, the woman of his dreams. Erina. "Erina what are you doing here?" asked Jojo.

"Jojo after you got your shit fucked in by your hulking brother, Dio Brando, you were brought here, and I've stayed by your side treating your wounds and your broken dick".

"Looks like pussy's back on the menu, boys", Jojo thought to himself.

Weeks passed and Jojo was recovering, but slowly. Doctors didn't know if his dick would ever work again. But in spite of that he was in high spirits. He was on a lovely spring stroll with Erina through a nearby park making small talk and holding hands. The couple was wrought with sexual tension, as they'd only been able to do mouth and hand stuff for weeks. As they walked through the park they came upon a flamboyant Italian manlet in a checkerboard coat and hat. His curled moustache smelt of garlic, and his tiny dick hung from the open fly of his tight white leather pants. "Jojo!", he exclaimed, his hands gesticulating wildly.

"What the fuck.", said jojo, with no idea what was happening. Quick as lightning the spry italian rushed Jojo and with well practiced finesse undid Jonathon's fly, unraveled his penile bandages, and with his pinky out, firmly grasped Jojo's member. He gave three quick tugs and as though by magic Jonathan's THICC dick was fully healed.

"It's a cock magic miracle!" exclaimed Erina, confounded by the flamboyant Italian who just publicly molested her boyfriend.

"Jonathan, my name is Baron Zamboni, and I need you to come with me; Dio is still alive and a sex vampire, and I fear he will use the stone mask's jizz magic to flood the world with his vampiric emissions."

"Oh my god we have to stop him with my freshly healed dick". Replied Jojo.

"Yes Jojo", said Zamboni, "I will teach you hamon, an archaic handjob magic, that is the only way to end the jizz mask's reign of terror."

"But Jonathan", said Erina, "I thought you swore off cock for life!"

"I'm sorry Erina, but it looks like these blowjob lips are coming out of retirement."

For the next several hours Jojo trained under Zamboni to learn his sexual art. Zamboni taught Jonathan like an erotic italian yoda, and for every minute that passed Jonathon's sexual strength grew. Jonathon squatted on the balls of his feet next to Zamboni's extensive dildo collection, his hands slick with olive oil, as his Italic master loomed above. "Lube on, lube off!" commanded Zamboni, his unshaven balls dangled between his thighs like a pair of hairy ravioli.

Suddenly, a man burst onto the scene, his mullet hung low and his tight sweater vest could barely contain the diorama of burgeoning abs pushing their way through the slight fabric. "Sorry I'm late to the narrative!" shouted REO Speenwagon.

"Thank God you're finally here Mr. Speenwagon" exclaimed Jojo, his nubile body slick with rich Tuscan olive oil.

"You boys need to come with me pronto", shouted Speenwagon, "Dio's been spotted at a castle not far from here, if we don't stop him the entire world will be flooded with his vampiric emissions!"

"Mama mia!" blurted Zamboni, quickly pulling up his crotchless pants, "let's-a go right away!"

To be Continued?