Jockey Hollow

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.

Episodes XXVI & XXVII

Patrick brought Joey to the sitting area. It was enclosed and there were sofas that formed an L. Patrick took his robe off; Joey wasted no time in getting started. He got on his knees and opened his mouth. Joey started by licking the shaft and the knobby head, licking around it, making a circle; it reminded Joey of licking a dripping ice cream cone. Patrick moaned a little and pushed the head of his cock into Joey's mouth. Joey sucked, taking more and more of the growing, throbbing shaft. It was long. Joey had more than half in his mouth before he come back up to the head, then took more on the next plunge, working his lips. Patrick moaned softly, stroking the hair on Joey's head.

Patrick slowly began to fuck Joey's mouth. Just slow enough not to make the newbie gag, but fast enough to still experience pleasure. Showing Patrick he was no newbie, Joey sucked harder and then Patrick started to bang away at Joey's mouth, taking the whole cock in -- deep-throating.

Joey stood and undressed. He gave Patrick a kiss, something he hadn't done before with a guy. He was learning all about his new world. Joey closed his eyes as they tongues intertwined. Patrick kissed Joey's neck; Joey laughed and flinched. Patrick moved on down to Joey's nipples. They were hard, Patrick flicked them with his tongue. Joey held Patrick's head there, enjoying the feeling. Patrick feel to his knees and his mouth found Joey's eagerly awaiting dick. It was hard and pounding, full of jizm. They fell to the floor and 69-ed. Joey on the bottom. Patrick sucked and Joey sucked. Together they made beautiful music, sucking one another's cocks. Patrick picked his head up, Joey kept right on going, downing Patrick's cock.

"I wanna fuck you now."

Joey came. He shot his load into the air. Those words triggered something in him and he let loose. Patrick smiled and got off of Joey. He turned Joey over onto his stomach. A different position for Joey. When he fucked Nikki, she was usually on her back or on all fours. But he wanted to feel a hard cock in him so bad he didn't care what position he was in. Patrick spread Joey's legs and positioned his knees between them. Patrick collected a spit dollop and aimed it for Joey's asshole. It hit the target like a bull's eye. Then he did the same with his own. Joey's saliva had begun to dry up. He expected Joey to be tight, so he fingered the hole a little. Joey squirmed liking the sensation. He was getting hard again.

Patrick entered Joey's ass. He felt a little friction at first, but since Joey was so limber from his first orgasm, he was able to get in half way. Then he began fucking. Joey screamed. His virgin cherry had been popped. Patrick was fucking him hard. Very hard. Joey moaned and kicked his feet.

"Yeah," he cried, "give it to me good! Fuck me harder!"

"Take it!" Patrick returned, not believing how easy it was to fuck Joey's virgin ass.

Joey's cock throbbed and burned with passion. He knew this would be a great sensation for him. His heart beat fast. He never knew how good this was going to feel. He moaned louder, able to feel the whole cock in him now; able to feel Patrick's balls slapping against his ass cheeks.

Joey came. He shot his load against his stomach. Patrick pulled out and came on Joey's ass and back. Patrick leaned over and nibbled on Joey's earlobes. He whispered in his ear:

"If I can work up another load, would you swallow it?"

"Can you?"

"If you suck me good enough."

"I'm game."

Joey turned over onto his back, he sat in his own cum and it mixed with Patrick's. It felt weird. Patrick sat on Joey's chest and put his cum-soaked cock over Joey's mouth. Joey sucked it clean before he took it into his mouth. Patrick got hard again, responding amazingly quickly to Joey's gentle sucking. Patrick was still horny. Joey's tongue lapped down the shaft and back up the shaft, taking it into his mouth. He sucked hard. Licking it as he sucked. Patrick was squatting position, Joey grabbed hold of Patrick's ankles and Patrick let loose, fucking Joey's mouth at a faster pace than he fucked his ass -- Joey took it, deep-throating when it was necessary and sucking the head when necessary. He was having fun and was what was important -- a good time and a good fuck.

Patrick came again, a strong fast paced load fed Joey's mouth and slid down his throat. Swallowing somehow triggered Joey to start coming -- HIS THIRD ORGASM!!!

Then the doorbell rang.

"Fuck!" Patrick muttered.

The doorbell rang again.

"Wait here." Patrick threw his robe on and got to the door just as it rang a third time.

"Mr. Newburry!" Kenny said smiling. He was with the Sheriff.

"Agent Westmoreland and Sheriff Alexander. What a surprise."

"May we come in, Patrick?" the Sheriff said.

"Of course."

Patrick let the men enter and tied his robe.

"Just woke up?" Cliff asked.

"No, I've been up for a while. Just haven't gotten dressed yet."

"May we bother you for some coffee?" Kenny asked. "I'm afraid this may take a little while."

Fifteen minutes past and they were in the living room with the coffee. Patrick sat upright in his armchair and his guests sat on the sofa. Kenny had his notepad out.

"Patrick," Kenny began. "You have a computer?"

"Yes I do. You know that."

"You use irc?"

"Yes."

"What nickname?"

"Pizzaboy."

"What channels do you frequent?"

"Oh lots of different ones."

" `The River' "

"Yeah."

"Ever see the name nickname `itsme' ?"

"Sometimes. He's gay."

"How do you know?"

"The stories he tells in the open channel."

"Can you tell us one?"

"Yeah -- they are hot. I sometime wonder if they're really true."

"You can never tell."

"No. Okay, a story -- oh, I read this two nights ago. Apparently there was a lifeguard at a Santa Monica beach; he was a cute stud with a swimmers build. His hair was long, blond, and straight. Anyway, itsme' said he knew the lifeguard was straight because he saw girls swooning over him at his chair. Itsme' was obsessed with this guy, so much so that he would follow him home and watch him fuck girls.

" Itsme' thought of every possible maneuver to get this guy's cock in him -- to be one of the girls. But every idea fell short. Then itsme' pledged a fraternity and on Halloween held an initiation bonfire. The lifeguard was there with his buddies drinking, watching the festivities. At the end of his shift he and his friends went further down the beach to get plastered. `Itsme' followed and sucked the lifeguard's cock until he tasted his sweet cum. He knew that if the lifeguard was awake and sober he'd never be able to do him."

"Sounds mediocre," Cliff said.

"Shows his obsessive nature," Kenny said. "Patrick, how did you know to mention the irc channel at Maggie's. I was sitting right behind you when you mentioned `The River' channel and that was the clue the killer gave me when he abducted me."

"I don't know," Patrick shrugged. "Do you believe in fate?"

...

It was 8:00 in the morning and Joey was sitting at a picnic table in the park drinking a cup of coffee he bought at Quick Mart. He sat there pondering what he had just done, what he was about to keep on doing. He was actually fucked up the ass by another man and came while it was being done. That said something to him. It spoke volumes. He glanced out and saw Roy approaching with a cup of coffee in a diner cup. Joey noticed how the sun reflected off of Roy's tanned feet. He wondered why he and Patrick liked going barefoot 24/7.

"Hello there!" Roy said smiling. "May I join you?"

"Of course. What's up?"

"Oh I couldn't sleep. Was up having cybersex `til two in the morning."

"You have Internet access too."

"Oh sure. It's a lot of fun."

"Nothing like the real the real thing though, huh?"

"True, true. Joey," it suddenly dawned on him what must have happened. "Joey, what have you been up to?"

"Nothing," said Joey, coyly.

"Nothing my ass!"

"Okay, if you must know, Patrick fucked me this morning."

"Oh he's a good fuck. He did me in the woods once."

"He is very good. I--" again the coyness, "I also sucked Adam's cock and swallowed."

"My, my lots have changed since I last saw you."

"Yes."

"It felt magical."

"First times usually do."

"What was your first time like Roy?"

"Mine?"

"Well, my first time, other than being that, was just a suck fest with some guy I met at the supermarket. That's the story I tell everyone because, well, by true first time was not what one would call nice. I thought it was the best. Getting me to lose my virginity to a guy was goal my brother had for years. Since I was 15 he wanted me to have sex with his buddies, but he was afraid that I was too young so he waited for my 18th birthday. Super Bowl Sunday, 1990. The 49ers vs. the Broncos. He had six of his buddies come over for a Super Bowl/18th birthday party. I spent the night in my room, unaware of what they were planning.

"One of his friends, Kyle came in my room and saw me on the floor reading a copy of Playguy. I was beating off to the pictures. Kyle asked me if I wanted any food or soda. He noticed what I was looking at started to feel his cock. It was bulging in his jeans. He closed the door and he asked if he could fuck me. I couldn't believe what he was asking me. I said he could and he lifted my legs and he put his pounding 8 inches. It hurt and I screamed a little, but I relaxed and loosened up a bit. He did me without lube, so there was a lot of friction. He left after he came and he was followed by the other five--all of whom fucked the daylights out of me. So in essence my brother's birthday gift to me was six cocks in my ass. I don't necessarily like to tell that story. It sounds almost like incest.

"When I returned to college at UCLA later in that month, I met this guy at a supermarket. He took me home and we had sex back at his apartment. Even though it wasn't my first time, I don't like to paint my brother as an incestuous fiend. I love him for doing what he did."

"Wow," Joey said, "I wish I had a brother like that. Was he gay?"

"Oh yes. He was very promiscuous too."

"Tell me, Roy. How did barefeet become part of your dress code?"

"Well UCLA was a bomb. I dropped out that May and took an apartment in LA. To pay for it I got s job as a pool cleaner. Cleaning pools in Beverly Hills. That's where I made most of my money. Barefeet became my uniform and turned into a way to live."

"It paid well?"

"No, not the pool cleaning, the sex. I had fantastic sex with the boys of the rich slobs I worked for. Slender, bronzed, lads with just one thing on their minds: sex! All these guys wanted was a mouth or ass to fuck. I was, basically, a hustler. One guy paid me $500 to take both his and his buddy's cocks in my ass. At first I said no way, but when I saw the money, I was on all fours in a New York minute. I was a slut and I was proud of it. The barefeet came with the job and since I was always barefoot, I enjoyed the feeling. It turns me on. Really turns me on."

...

Joao arrived at Maria's apartment and knocked. Augie had to go back to school. He also didn't want to ruin their family reunion. He knocked and waited. It took a minute and Maria opened the door.

"OH MY GOD!"

She lept into Joao's arms, knocking him to the floor.

"I can't believe it." She kissed him on the mouth.

They got up and she lead him into the apartment. He told her he's living in Missouri, that he's very happy to have found her, that he missed her, and that he found her through someone they both know.

"Who?"

"Augie Hanover."

"Augie? You know Augie?"

"Yes, I met him in K.C. this morning."

Maria, who did not know her brother and she had the same sexual preference, was not aware of where Joao was going with this.

"We talked about this and that and I told him where I was from and that I was searching for my sister who had been banished from our house because she was a lesbian. This struck a cord with him and he mentioned you. I said what a coincidence."

"How did you two meet up in Kansas City of all places?"

"We met on the Internet."

"The Internet?"

"Yes. I agreed to meet him at a train station for sex."

He said it so nonchalantly that she almost missed it. Then it dawned on her and she smiled.

"Sex?"

"Yes. I'm gay, just like you, sis."

"Does Popi know?"

Joao laughed. "Are you fucking nuts! It would have devastating to him to know both his children are gay. So he thinks I'm married to some blonde Midwestern who's going to give him lots of grandchildren. Little does he know it may be his lesbian daughter who may bear him the nietos. I heard you have a husband, si?"

Maria laughed.

"We're married for connivance sake. He's gay also. We met at Nebraska State and he liked my style and did not want me deported so he married me. His name is Copper and he lives in a town called Jockey Hollow.

...

Augie arrived back in his dorm close to 10 a.m. Sloan was pacing. He was still in his bed clothes, which consisted of grey sweats and a black sweatshirt. He was pacing when Augie entered.

"Where the fuck have you been? I've been worried sick."

"Didn't you read my note?"

" `Gone fishin'? That's how you tell your roommate where you went?"

"I drove to Kansas City."

"Missouri?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"To meet someone."

"Who?"

"I met him on-line. He and I had sex in the train station."

"WHAT???"

"Yes. I had to break this thing I'm under. This spell was suffocating me. I had to suck a cock, a stranger's cock again. I'll be returning to the sauna this afternoon."

"You had me worried sick. I called Cooper and everything."

Augie dropped to his knees and looked up soulfully at this roomie. He took the elastic waistband down and revealed Sloan's cock. He kissed the cock head, licking around the rim.

"You wouldn't want to be mad at me, would you, Sloan?"

He took the cock head and sucked it gently, putting it in his mouth. Sloan, putting his hand on Augie's head, moaned. Sloan began to gently insert his cock deeper into Augie's mouth. He was suddenly into it, his anger and tension melting away with every sucki stroke. Augie went at it now, sucking with full force, taking the whole cock his mouth. Deep-throating the entire thing. It felt wonderful for Augie to be doing this. Sloan fucked harder, his frustration from worrying about Augie was gone and he was on the verge of a massive orgasm. He couldn't tell if Augie was going to take the load, but Augie knew. He could feel the cock pounding under his lips. He sucked the cock in and out. Rhythmic motions. Taking all of it, then just the head, then taking all of it.

"I'm gonna pop," Sloan screamed.

Augie didn't bother to let up, he continued faster, working the cock up for an orgasm. When it did come, Augie took it, deep-throating the cock as it shot wad after wad of creamy, delicious cum. Augie inhaled, smelling the fragrance of Sloan's manhood. He was into it again and could not wait to hit the sauna again and resurrect sauna-slut.

...

Kenny sat at his computer screen. It was lunch time and he hoped to catch itsme on-line. He entered The River Channel on irc and within seconds itsme was private messaging him.

kenny?

yes.

you must have learned something.

the lifeguard ... that was a true story.

don't U know?

should I?

you don't remember that bonfire?

no. should I?

you were at ucla with me.

oh ...

yes, that bonfire of the vanities occurred on October 31, 1980.

I was a freshmen at ucla

that's right ... we were freshmen

we were in the same class.

same dorm

same dorm?

remember me now, kenny westmoreland?

no

we were neighbors.

neighbors? I don't remember any of my neighbors during my freshmen year in college. That was 17 years ago.

remember or not. `tis true, kenny ole boy. You don't recall what happened the night, after the bonfire?

no.

u don't?

no. why, was it important?

important? IMPORTANT! God Damn, it was monumental.

sorry

u were across the hall and you don't remember.

r u going to tell me?

tell u? tell u? what r u on drugs? You're gonna have to find out on your own.

I tell u I forgot.

how could u have? I MADE HEADLINES!!!

headlines? Where?

where does one make headlines? I can't believe u don't remember. Your sex life here in Jockey Hollow has clouded your memories.

I forgot my freshmen year long ago. And my sex life here is NOT clouding anything.

Kenny was angry.

testy testy testy.

I am not testy!

u mean my dick inside of u didn't blow your mind.

you're escaping the subject.

oh, your memory of Halloween, 1980.

yes.

how can something that happened right outside your door escape your memory. I thought FBI men had excellent memories. May I make a suggestion? Return to ucla and look around, maybe there will be some clues to what happened that night.

why don't you just tell me

because, kenny, that would be cheating, and you and I both know cheating is grounds for expulsion.

some clues then. Anything.

clues? Clues? What the fuck do u think I've been giving you since you came to jockey hollow? I've made it so easy for you, I'm surprised u r taking so long to figure out who I am. Clues? I just gave you an important clue right now.

what?

figure it out sherlock. Caio.

no, wait. Don't-----

Across his status window a message that read "itsme has left irc." Kenny slammed his fist on the desk.

...

In Dr. Fuelberg's office, Augie was on the couch. He was excited, his cock was beating. Fuelberg sat with his notebook. He couldn't wait to tell the doctor about his middle-of-the-night field trip.

"Good morning," the doctor said.

"Hello."

"I have some news."

"Speak."

"I've been using cyberspace to re-enter the world of sex."

"Cybersex?"

"Yes."

"Very good. Cybersex is an excellent therapy. It's safe, easy, and you can't get hurt. Just don't agree to meet anyone you chat with, that can be dangerous. There are many predators out there, who may lure you into a similar predicament that brought you to me."

Augie's cock deflated like a popped balloon. He said:

"I met someone I chatted with on-line."

Fuelberg was silent for a moment, jotting down notes.

"Why?" the psychiatrist said quietly.

"Because I never did before. I drove to the Kansas City train station and met this man named Joao."

"Portuguese?"

"Yes. I sucked him off, but I couldn't bring myself to let him fuck me."

"And that bothers you?"

"Yes. Because before the rape it would be routine for me to get fucked during a sexual encounter. Joao was on his back and his cock was so hot that I was tempted to hop on his cock and ride. But I couldn't do it."

"After the rape, you allowed your friend Cooper to fuck you?"

"But he's my buddy. I know he'd never hurt me."

"So that's where your problem lies. You are afraid of having sex with a stranger."

"Just anal, though. I can still give oral without problem. That's what I resent most about the rape, they took an intricate part of my sexual repertoire. Getting fucked was always part of what I did in the sauna."

"So you want to be able to have anal sex again with strangers."

"And trust them. I used to be able to trust every guy I had sex with. Now, I can't."

"We'll work on that. I want you to do an exercise for me. I want you to go to the sauna and sit there. Don't cruise, don't have sex, because you may not be able to escape anal sex. Just sit and watch the men go in and out."

"That may be difficult."

"You can do it. I'm going to go with you."

"You?"

"Yes. It's been years since I've had a sauna. I want you to tell me what you'd do with every guy you see."

"Okay, you're the doctor."

...

Kenny sat at his Cliff's desk reading the transcript of the dialogue he just had with itsme. It was futile to argue with him over the computer. But he did know one thing, that he was at UCLA with him 18 years ago. Then it finally hit him. That clue that the killer said he just gave him. His age. The killer is Kenny's age.

Cliff entered with two cups of coffee. Kenny stood.

"No, stay there."

"It's your desk."

Kenny sat with his coffee across from the Sheriff.

"You were on line?" Cliff said, noting the irc room was still up.

"Yeah. Read this."

Cliff glanced over the papers.

"He went to school with you?"

"Yes."

"You don't remember, huh?"

"No. I was in that dorm one semester, then I moved to an off-campus apartment."

"Oh, but you don't recall this event that made `headlines'"

"No, I can't. We're going to have to take a trip to UCLA."

"I can see that. These headlines, perhaps they're in the UCLA newspaper."

"Could be."

Wade entered the office. He looked glum. Like he had just lost a friend. Kenny rose.

"I tracked down that motel. It's a Midwest chain called Two Buddies. The manager was murdered late last night."

Kenny sat down again. Cliff looked at his papers.

"This guy is beating us to the punch every time. He knows our leads."

"According to this, he's giving us our leads."

"What's that?" Wade asked.

Cliff handed Wade the papers. Wade read them over.

"So Patrick's off our suspect list."

"Nobody's off our list," Kenny said.

"But--," Cliff began.

"Look, until we go to UCLA and investigate these leads, I have no idea how old this guy is, he may have just told me we went to school together to throw us off."

"True," Cliff responded.

"So, what did you find at Two Buddies?" Kenny asked.

"I went to Maggie's and asked the hustlers I knew about motels they go to when they meet a john. One kid told me about Two Buddies in Lincoln. When I got there, I saw police. I identified myself and said that this motel may be linked to murders in Jockey Hollow. They said the manager, a man named Stubbs. Carl Stubbs. The motel was primarily used by hustlers in the area, he didn't care what you did as long as you paid. He was shot in the back of the head at point blank range, execution style. Like the killer was making a point."

"A point?" Cliff asked.

"Yes."

"Do the Lincoln police have anybody they are suspect."

"No."

"Cliff, would the Lincoln police mind if Nicky and Wade joined their investigation?"

"I can find out. The Chief there owes me a couple of favors."

"Call them in."

Cliff picked up the phone and dialed the number. Wade looked over at the screen.

" `Fuckmenow,' that's some's name?"

"They get crazy sometimes."

"Hello, Jasper? Clifford Alexander at Jockey Hollow. Yes, that was my deputy. Listen, Jasp, I need a favor. That motel manager, we believe, may have witnessed the hustler killer up here in Jockey Hollow. Yes, terrible things have happened here. I'd appreciate it if you'd allow my deputies to come and lend a hand, okay? Thanks, Jasper. Regards to Dawn. See ya."

Cliff hung up.

"Head back out to Lincoln, and take Nicky with you. Kenny and I are flying out to L.A."

...

John looked up from his crowded lunch time counter and caught sight of a rather attractive looking man. He strode in wearing khaki pants, a brown turtleneck shirt with a gold Crucifix hanging over the neck line, and a portable compact disc player. He sat at a booth. He was a light Hispanic looking guy with brown hair and eyes. John was attracted to him. He stared across the diner. The man looked at John. John brought over a mug and coffee pot.

"Good afternoon," John said in pleasant voice.

"Don't assume I'm gay," the man said.

"Huh?"

"I'm not an idiot, I know why you were staring at me."

"Oh, really?"

"We're both after the same thing, don't play dumb."

"Thought you weren't gay."

John was pissed at this man's attitide.

"Name's Joshua."

"John."

"No, I just don't like to be cruised. That's why I try and be as straight acting as possible."

What an asshole, John thought to himself.

"What's wrong with cruising straight guys?" John asked. "Besides, you're very cute, that's why I was staring at you."

"I know. When I was in school, I outed myself in every class. One girl told me that I had to be gay since I was the best looking and best dressed."

Moron! John thought.

"Modest, huh?" John said.

"Why shouldn't I be, I'm a gorgeous guy. Guys would kill to have me in their bed. That's why I'm not into the cruising scene. Sex anywhere other than in bed isn't sex."

"Then you're in the wrong town, buddy."

"Oh?"

"People in Jockey Hollow strive for sex anywhere BUT the bedroom. The woods adjacent to this diner is crawling with sex." "Disgusting. I'll bet everyone here is promiscuous as all hell."

John was angry now, reeling, he said:

"That's what everyone guy in Jockey Hollow strives for, as many cocks as possible. Even the straight ones."

Joshua said nothing, just gave John a hard cold stare.

"Is that fresh coffee?"

John poured into the mug.

"It's last months, but it's still good."

John returned to the counter. Joshua looked at the coffee and smelled it. He took a sip.

STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE XXVIII, WHICH WILL BE POSTED ON MONDAY NOVEMBER 24, 1997. THIS DOUBLE EPISODE IS FOR LAST WEEK AND THIS WEEK. SORRY ABOUT THE ABSENCE. YOU CAN FIND EVERY "JOCKEY HOLLOW" EPISODE ON THE WEB. THE NIFTY ARCHIVE HAS THEM AT: http:///www.nifty.org IN THEIR BISEXUAL ENCOUNTERS SECTION.