JIMMYD INVESTIGATES SECRET PORN CULT - PART 3 :: Simply Jimmy D :: Breakin' News or Breakin' Balls: It's all the same to me!

jimmyd _writes "A few beads of perspiration began forming on my forehead, just below the bottom of my trademark visor. I wiped them off my brow. "I'm Jimmy D," I said in an even voice.

Slain slid into one of the chaise lounge lawn chairs. I studied him for a moment. He wore loose-fitting shorts and shirt. His hair, a ruddy auburn, was cropped short. There was no facial hair on his lean, sharp-featured face. His eyes conveyed a fiery intensity and there seemed to be the slightest hint of an Asian somewhere in his ancestory. He was average height with a lean frame. The two, naked, "I Love Lucy" girls suddenly appeared and sat on the concrete patio at Slain's feet. They were no longer giggling, no longer touching, they just sat, rather properly, and looked up at me as if waiting for me to make some move against their porn-guru who relaxed comfortably on the lounge chair.

"Well, you found me." Slain said, wearing a courtesy smile and with a mocking sort of challenge in his voice. "What do you think? Charles Manson? Jim Jones? Wondering if I'll ever serve Kool-Aid to my friends?"

"Jim Jones never served Kool-Aid," I quickly responded. "That's urban legend. He served some other brand of packaged, just-add-water, soft-drink. I forget what it's called. Tod --the guy from AVN who used to write arcane game show questions--he told me the name of it, but I forget."

Slain rolled his eyes up to the sky. It was obvious he was holding his patience in check. His eyes returned to Earth and burrowed into me. "Do you really think it matters what kind of soft drink Jim Jones used when he poisoned and murdered his flock?"

I could see at once that Slain Wayne didn't like being wrong or corrected. I made a mental note of it and filed it away for future reference. I silently thanked Tod Hunter for that bit of trivia. Without it, I may never have discovered this emotional chink in Slain Wayne's armor. Knowing this might come in handy.

Just then, the sound of splashing water and someone coughing and choking broke the moment. I turned in time to see a man climb out of the pool. I recognized him, at least I was pretty sure that I recognized him. I was pretty sure it was Brian Surewood, the porn stud. Brian was naked and looked like a wilted albino. He kind of reminded me of that Pruneface character from the Dick Tracy comics, only this was no comic strip, this was the real world, and I was beginning to wonder if I was getting in over my head like Brian just recently was in that pool.

Apparently, three days in the pool with all that chlorine had bleached Brian's skin and hair pure white. Also, the skin covering his entire body was shriveled like a great, white raisin. Brian was shaking so violently, it was as if he had become a giant, white vibrating dildo. He kept coughing and wretching. Rollerblade girl offered him a towel which he held in front of his face and promptly puked into! His seizure-like shivering began to ebb. Soon, he was standing relatively still, although the shaking still sometimes overtook him.

"Welcome back to reality, Brian," Slain said in a calm, tranquil voice. "How was it?"

Brian smiled, "Awesome, man. I think I touched the hand of God!"

"And what did the hand of God feel like, Brian?" Slain asked.

"Too fucking awesome, bro. Too fucking awesome..." Brian repeated.

I watched as Slain prodded one of the "I Love Lucy" girls with his toe. She immediately sat up and walked--on her knees--to Brian. When she was in front of him, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his shriveled, snow-white, penis. Her lips moved in close and she sucked his goulish, lifeless-looking, pecker into her warm, healing mouth.

"Did the hand of God feel as awesome as this, Brian?" Slain asked.

"Yeah, man, just like this...just fucking like this..." Brian said as he grabbed the girl's hair in his lily-white hands and pulled her face tighter into his crotch.

"Remember, Brian. Discipline. Discipline!" Slain said, raising his voice just a fraction.

"Huh?" Brian gasped, as he mashed his crotch into the girl's face. "Discipline?"

Slain Wayne stood up. "Discipline Brian. The same discipline that kept you in the water. Discipline! The same discipline that you now wield like a magical power! Discipline Brian!"

It was obvious that Brian was near to orgasming. His breath became short and rapid. His face tense. "Discipline!" He suddenly screamed out as he ripped his cock from the teenager's mouth and it began to shoot his seed wildly about like a high-pressure hose that was suddenly free to spray everywhere and anywhere.

The jets of cum that shot out of Brian's hard, white cock seemed like they'd never end as they sailed helter skelter through the air. I quickly jumped back to avoid contact. As I did, I looked over at Slain who had closed his eyes and held his hands up to the heavens like some martyred, porn-Christ figure. All three girls scrambled about Brian's feet as his albino dick continued to spew forth. The girls kept their heads tilted up and their mouths open, trying to catch the gobs of spooge that now rained down upon the patio like a thundershower. I saw Brian's eyes roll back into their sockets as he began to fall slowly backwards into the pool, his arms stretched out, his dick still shooting white, creamy, acid rain into the air.

Brian's fall into the pool caused a giant splash of water to sweep over the patio like some miniature, backyard Tsunami! It washed across the concrete and over the naked girls who were now writhing on the concrete like big, pink, fish out of water, making unintelligible gurgling sounds, with their legs splayed lewdly open as if inviting everyone to fuck them at will.

Slain was caught in a fit of maniacal laughter. His face looked like a hideous demon's mask. I stepped further back and away from everyone, suddenly very concerned for my safety. Seemingly out of nowhere, a hand fell tightly on my shoulder from behind, preventing me from making the hasty exit I now wished to make. I spun about and at once recognized the person who now blocked my retreat.

YEP--STILL TO BE CONTINUED!

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