JOCKEY HOLLOW: AN ON-LINE SOAP OPERA ABOUT GAY YOUTH EXPRESSING THEMSELVES SEXUALLY.
Jockey Hollow is a small town of 5200 people located in the Northeastern corner of Nebraska. Its population is made up primarily of a younger 20-something crowd, mostly gay men who have found a haven in Jockey Hollow. There is an older generation of people in their late-30s-40s, and an even smaller teen crowd. The teenagers are runaways from cities like Des Moines & Cleveland; runaways who have been outcasted from their families because the are gay. Things in Jockey Hollow are not what they seem or appear to be. The stories revolve around the principals' characters, all of who are in their 20s and gay. Occasionally female characters appear, but they are the girlfriends of bisexual characters.
Episode XVIII
Wade blasted from the clearing, leaving dust in his wake. He saw the Sheriff and Agent Westmoreland on a trail and screamed again.
"WADE!" the Sheriff shouted.
"This way, this way!"
The Sheriff and Westmoreland followed a very excited Wade through the woods. What could he have found, Kenny thought. If only he knew. When they got to the clearing, Nicky was standing guard over the mass grave like a sentry on duty at Buckingham Palace.
"We found this -- a mass grave," Wade said. "Horrible!"
Kenny examined the note written in blood. This is something he never saw before. How many bodies? Were they committed by the same man that killed Stephen and the others? Or was this some new evil? An evil contained in Jockey Hollow. What goes on in these woods has been a secret for decades. The word "cult" also came to mind.
"We'll have to exhume these bodies. Treat it as if it was any other crime scene," the Sheriff said. "Nicky, you and Wade go back to the truck and wire Larry. We'll need Dr. Preston for forensics, and get our camera for crime scene pictures."
Nicky and Wade left. Kenny was on his haunches looking at the grave and the note suspended above it on a six inch branch. The grave was about three or feet long and went about three feet deep. It reeked of decaying bodies. Kenny was unsure about who did this. It was something to look into.
...
"Back up a minute," Cooper said. "You said you witnessed Stephen getting murdered."
Joey cleared his throat. "Yes," he said. "I was camping with my girlfriend, Nicole. She was sleeping in the tent. We had had an argument so I was by the campfire in my underwear. Girlfriends!" he scoffed. "Anyway, it was all quiet and I was able to hear footsteps beyond these tall bushes. I heard a younger voice say, You can put me down now. I'm not sick anymore.' Then there was a second, older, more gruff voice say, I want to fuck you now.' The kid said that it would cost $100 and that's when I heard the smack. The older man hit the kid and I heard a thump. He was out for the count. I tiptoed over to the bushes and tried to see, but the brush was too deep, all I could see were shadows reflecting off the moon. I saw a hand turn the kid on his stomach; I saw him place an object into his ass. I have no idea where he got it from, but he jammed it into the kid's ass. The kid screamed. `Shut-up and take you god damned pussy!' I then heard a crack sound, like a baseball bat or a log cracking in half. I winced and heard dragging across dirt."
"My God!" Russ said.
"Yes," Joey said. "My God."
"You have to go to the sheriff with this," Cooper said.
"On a happier note," Joey replied, "I reconciled with Nic and fucked her the whole next day."
They laughed.
...
At Maggie's, Sam entered sat down. His sex in the woods had made him hungry. Hungry for more sex, but he settled for a burger, fries and coffee. Sam sat in a booth and looked around at the guys at Maggie's. It was crowded. At the booth behind him was a couple, the girl had her back to him, but the guy was cute. He had long straight brown hair that covered his face, a white buttoned shirt and a plaid vest. He was smiling at his girlfriend. Very nice. Turning to his left, Sam looked at the three tables. The first table was empty, but at the second table was a couple of guys. One guy had blond hair, short in the back, but long on the top. His face was cute. He wore a guy v-neck sweat shirt, black sweats, and barefeet. Sam admired Maggie's for being a "barefoot friendly" business. Next to the blond was a guy dressed for the beach. He had dark hair long in the back, a long white T-shirt that covered his pants, which Sam was unable to see. The kid wore black Teva sandals. These guys were fuckable, they were probably lovers. At the bar was the kid that caught his eye.
He looked 18. Very hunky. He had on a plaid shirt that was open and jeans. His barefeet were positioned on either side of the barstool. Sam stared at him. He could see the bottoms of his feet were dirty. A sign of a slut, Sam thought. All the barefeet in the porn movies he watches are filthy. How narrow minded of him the extrapolate porn to real life. But when all you live for his having sex with other guys, the extrapolation is easy. Sam wanted this guy. Gay or not. He waved to a waitress.
"More coffee, Sam?"
"Yes, and buy that kid at the bar wearing jeans another of whatever he's drinking on me."
"Yes sir."
The waitress went behind the bar and explained to the kid what Sam had done. Sam's heart was racing, the kid at the bar swiveled around and raised his beer mug to Sam. Sam raised his coffee mug. The kid stood and joined Sam. The waitress refilled the coffee. Sam took a sip.
"Name's Roy. Roy Lugar."
"Sam. Sam Gehlen."
Sam flirted with Roy as they talked small talk. Roy was passing through on his way to Lincoln from Canton. He was thirsty for a brew and stopped. Sam was glad he had. Roy drives a van, but he prefers to drive barefoot, better control the pedals, was his reason. Then Sam brought up the fact that woods in Jockey Hollow were very beautiful. Lots of cottonwoods. Roy knew what Sam wanted, but he was going to play dumb and tease him a little. Sex with Roy was all Sam could think about. Sucking on his mighty cock, 69-ing, fucking Roy's ass -- probably tight -- but fucking it anyway. Sam was getting hard imagining it.
...
Dr. Preston arrived at the clearing where the mass grave was found. He was obviously upset by the presence of several dead bodies. Wade pushed the shovel into the dirt and shoveled it aside. Nicky began snapping Polaroid shots of the crime scene. Kenny wrote notes in his notebook. Upon exhumation, they saw six naked male bodies lined up head to toe, two layers of them. Preston knelt on the ground beside the graves. He examined them.
"They died at different times."
"How long have they been dead?" Westmoreland asked.
"I won't know that until the autopsies."
"Do you recognize any of them?" Kenny asked.
They shook their heads. Wade and Nicky, with Preston's help placed the six bodies into body bags and carried them out of the woods to the coroner's wagon. This took some time. Kenny looked at Cliff and said,
"This was an unexpected development, huh?"
"Very. Never would have believed it."
"Six more bodies."
"Are these connected to the previous six?"
"I won't know that until the autopsies come back, but my guess is yes."
Kenny looked around the site, he stooped down and examined the dirt. He shook his head and stood.
"Let's go back to HQ and sort this mess out." ...
About 200 yards from the grave site, Sam was on top of a naked Roy, kissing him passionately. Roy was on his back, laying on his shirt. He moved down Roy's abdomen and put his mouth on the big cock between Roy's legs. He fingered Roy's asshole, placing three fingers inside. Roy moaned, liking this. Sam licked the insides of Roy's ass, closing his eyes as he probed. Sam undressed, his sneakers, jeans, and shirt came off and he stood over the hunk jerking off. Roy sat up straight and licked Sam's balls, his tongue licked the tip of the cock and then back down to the balls. He repeated this three or four times before he swallowed the cock. He inched way down the shaft, licking it as he went. Roy rose to his knees and Sam began to fuck the hunk's face. Roy moaned some more, slurping up the pre-cum that was oozing out.
"OH YEAH!" Sam moaned. "Do me more."
Sam pounded the boy's face, showing not a shed of mercy. He pulled out of Roy's begging mouth and put Roy on his back again. Sam went to his pocket and took out a condom. Roy watched as he put the rubber on.
"Be gentle, I've never been fucked before."
Sam just smiled, a sinister smile and lifted Roy's legs onto his shoulders. They were heavy, but he was able to hold his shins, but they slipped. So he got in-between the thighs and Roy wrapped his legs around Sam's body, locking his feet behind Sam's back. Sam used his cock to part the ass cheeks. He put a little bit in, Roy was tight, but not that tight. Roy moaned a little as he felt the cock go in him deeper. He grasped his shirt and curled his toes as he came on himself. Getting fucked turned him on in ways he never expected. He moaned and grunted. He was loud and pronounced. This was indeed his first time with a cock in his ass. Sucking had always been his forte. Even swallowing, but never getting fucked. Sam picked up his pace, starting to slam the boy's ass with his. Roy felt his body tense up, his ass muscles squeezed tightly around Sam's cock. Sam fucked harder and harder. Roy bucked back at the cock and got a second hard-on. This was a day for unexpected surprises.
Sam smiled and jerked the kid's cock. He pounded harder and harder until he was on the verge. Then he pulled out in a hurry. Roy slid the condom off and deep throated Sam's pounding cock and felt the hot, thick load pound into his mouth...like a volcano with hot creamy lava. Roy got up and jerked off. Sam helped him get off again by figuring his sensitive ass. He sprayed an equally impressive load in the dirty.
"Youth!" Sam said.
...
Night fell on Jockey Hollow again. Cooper began work at the diner, joining Peter. His first day back since his trip to Omaha; Dr. Preston got to work on six autopsies; and Kenny and Cliff sat in the conference room drinking coffee. They had only just begun the vast amount of work that would lead to the killer. It was a little past nine when Roy found his way out of the woods. He and Sam did it again and again, testing Sam's virility. He had been fucked on his stomach and bent over and his ass was tender and sore. Sam, at the tender age of 32, could only muster one more load, which Roy drank down; Roy came during both fucks. Four orgasms in two hours could be tiring. He sat in a booth.
Cooper approached, looking at Roy's well worn feet, very dirty and very cute.
"Mind the feet, dude?" Roy asked.
"Jockey Hollow is barefeet friendly. You can walk barefoot anywhere. What can I get for ya?"
"Coffee and a piece of that ass of yours."
"My, my, my...flirt much?"
"I know a cute stud when I see them. I was just fucked three times in two hours and need to play top for a bit."
"Fair enough. Who fucked you?"
"I believe his name was Sam."
"Sam? Nice fellow."
Cooper lead Roy to the bathroom. He nodded at Peter, who nodded back. They went into the bathroom. Cooper felt a strange feeling of deja vu when he entered the bathroom, recalling the last barefoot stranger to walk into this bathroom with him. Cooper started out slow, he slid the boy's jeans down and started sucking his cock. Hard. He put the whole think inside of his mouth and went bobbing for balls. Roy moaned, licking his lips and leaning against the wall. His cock was a rigid pole, filled with love juice. This was a day of ecstasy and a day he'd certainly never forget. Cooper took one of Roy's feet and tickled them, Roy melted and sank to his ass. He winced in pain.
"Ride me!" he said.
Cooper slid his pants down and jerked the spit-lubed cock a little. It oozed pre-cum, which Cooper used as more lube. He could not wait to feel the cock explode in him. He lowered his body and knelt on either side of Roy's thighs and sank down. His ass was not tight and he was able to bounce up and down on the steel hard pole. Roy moaned, he was very erotic. His ass twitched and he came in a mighty blast that raised Cooper up a little. He banged his head on the tiled wall and moaned -- a lot. Cooper smiled as he came in his lap.
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