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 XXVIII
The woods in Jockey Hollow were new to Joshua Atkins. After his meeting with John at the diner, Josh took a walk through the vast woods that connected the diner with Maggie's. He walked through the paths, admiring the nature around him. He carried his portable c.d. player in his left hand and a container of coffee in his right. He was not walking to far when he heard voices.
"Cooper, you're so good," Roy said.
Cooper was on his knees and had Roy's cock in his mouth. Roy was thrusting his hips slowly. He was hard already and Cooper had really just started. Josh stood behind a tree and watched. Cooper's tongue went down the length of Roy's shaft. Roy moaned. Cooper went for it now, deep-throating it, maneuvering his tongue down the shaft and back up the shaft. Roy moaned again, fucking Cooper's mouth.
"Yeah, baby!" Roy said.
Josh looked on, surprised at what he was seeing. Never before had he seen sex outside. He was even wary about having sex in a public restroom. Josh wasn't a cruiser. Sex in the bedroom was his style. Sex with one person, preferably a boyfriend, was his style; remaining celibate between boyfriends was his style.
Cooper's tongue licked the tip of Roy's cock and drilled it into the tip. Roy moaned louder and thrusted his cock to the back of Cooper's throat. He held Cooper by the back of the head and came. He shot his load down the throat. Cooper swallowed.
"YEAH!" Cooper said, as he rose from his knees. He glanced at his watch; it was 6 p.m. "Gotta get to work, dudeness."
Cooper smiled and gave Roy a kiss. Josh walked back to the path. He was suddenly flushed, he drank his coffee and continued on his way.
...
Patrick sat at his computer terminal. He was in several different irc channels, including The River. Suddenly he saw a dcc chat request from itsme. Patrick accepted it.
pizzaboy
yes.
you and I need to talk.
oh?
I have another story for you.
a story.
this is one you'll enjoy. It's about this pizza delivery boy who, while having sex with a bisexual is visited by two policemen.
who are you?
this pizza boy took it upon himself to tell these policemen a story he read in a chat room. A story told by one of the room's participants about a sexual encounter that took place 17 years ago on a Santa Monica beach.
HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS!!
use of caps is prohibited, pizzaboy. Wouldn't want to ban you now. This sexual encounter was with a lifeguard that the participant had a crush on. Why would this pizza delivery boy feel compelled to tell these policemen this story?
why would this chat room participant want to tell everyone in the chat room this story?
to entertain. I doubt these law enforcement men were entertained, were they Pizzaboy?
why are u doing this?
what am I doing?
Patrick paused for a moment. He looked at his phone. He had a two-liner, since he was obsessed with the chat rooms and wanted to meet just about anybody in the area, he would give his phone number out to as many people as he could. Not many called him, however.
are u still there????
The phone rang. Patrick jumped out of his skin. It rang again.
your phone is ringing, patrick?
why are you terrorizing me?
I'm hardly doing that.
A third ring.
ANSWER THE PHONE!!!!!
Patrick leapt, grabbed the receiver and screamed:
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!"
"Patrick?"
"Hello?"
"Patrick -- are you all right?"
"Who is this?"
"It's me. It's Seth."
"Seth?"
Patrick glanced at the computer screen and saw the words: "Itsme has left irc."
"Seth. Where are you?"
"At work. I'm at the diner. Was wonderin', Coop and I would like to know if you'd like to stop by later for coffee?"
"Coffee?"
"Are you all right? You sounded frantic when you picked up the phone."
"I'm okay -- coffee, huh?"
"And maybe a threesome?"
"That sounds okay with me."
"Great. Cooper will be pleased."
"How does 8:30-9:00 sound?"
"Perfect."
"Cool," Patrick tried to sound calm. "See you then."
He hung up the phone and looked at the screen. He was still experiences palpitations. He grabbed the receiver again and dialed.
"Jockey Hollow Sheriff's Department. This is Larry."
"Larry? Larry, this is Patrick. Is the Sheriff there?"
"Oh, Patrick, he left with Agent Westmoreland for a trip. The investigation has taken him out of Jockey Hollow."
"Will he be checking in?"
"Oh, yes."
"Good. Tell him to call me. Tell him the killer is stalking me."
"Oh God! Yes, I'll let him know as soon as he calls."
"Thank you."
Patrick hung up the phone and sat down on the sofa. At least five guys had private messaged him to chat. He clicked out of irc and went upstairs.
...
After his appointments, Dr. Fuelberg went with Augie to the Sauna. This was its busiest time, after the day of stressful studying and workouts, the college's hottest dudes would come here to let the heat melt their stress away. The sauna had four men in it. Fuelberg and Augie sat off in the corner.
"I'm usually here in the morning. This isn't my usual guys."
"You have regulars?"
"Haven't been here since the rape, but yes, I did have a regular suck and fuck crew."
Fuelberg noted this.
"I want you to tell me about the guys in the room now. What they would do to you, what you would like them to do to you, etc."
"The guy sitting in the middle with his head back and eyes closed, he's a slut too. I know him from other cruising points on campus. I've watched him go down on some of the best. I don't think we'd hit it off."
"No, I can see why."
"The guy directly across from us. Now, he's a hunk, also straight. He probably bangs his girlfriend every night. I'd go over there, undo the rather loose knot in his towel and start sucking his organ."
"He'd let you?"
"Hell yeah. Most of the men who I've done here are straight. Now, he's not about to let me ride him or take me back to his room and fuck me, but he'd let me suck him off. Maybe even swallow.
"The young blond dude in the upper corner, now he's a slut."
"How could you tell?"
"His legs are spread. He'd do anything to anybody as long as he gets off. But I'd gather he was gay. Don't see too many gals getting him off. He'd fuck me. We'd go to his dorm and I'd suck his cock until it was wet and raging hard. He looks like a stand up kind of fucker. He'd bend me over and fuck me while holding my hips."
"You can tell that much from just they way they look?"
"Oh yeah! That's the secret of cruising, knowing who'd do what to you. That way you cruise the right guy. Like the fourth guy, the one sitting next to the blond slut."
Fuelberg looked at him.
"He wouldn't let a guy touch him with a ten foot pole."
"Could you?"
"No. I wouldn't even go there. I'd go for the guy in the middle and try and get a 69 out of it before I tried to conquer someone like the one up there."
"That's your exercise."
"What??"
"You can probably get the other three in this room to have some kind of sex with you, right?"
"Yeah."
"Go for the impossible. Get the guy the top tier to fuck you."
"Here?"
"No, over time. I'll help you."
"I can't. He'll beat me to a pulp."
"I'm not saying go up to him and ask him back to your dorm. I'm saying go for it slowly. With my help, you'll get his cock in your ass by the end of the semester."
"A week?"
"Ya!" Fuelberg closed his notebook. "Now, come along, it's getting too hot in here for me."
...
UCLA. Kenny's alma mater. Cliff and Kenny found the freshmen dorm and gained access to the second floor. No flashes of white light, no sudden recollections hit Kenny.
"Any memories coming?" Cliff asked.
"No. I was only in this dorm for one semester. I moved off campus my second semester."
"Why?"
"Dorm life isn't for everyone. It wasn't for me. Here it is. Room 216."
He looked across the hall to 217. Kenny shook his head. Cliff wondered down the hall to a lounge that had a coffee machine. Kenny walked into the shower room. It was large room with six toilet and six shower stalls. He heard moans coming from the last shower stall. He approached. The glass door was shut, but Kenny could see shadows and hear what was happening.
A big guy had a smaller guy pushed against the tiles and was fucking him. The younger guy was begging for mercy and for the big guy to stop.
"Take it, you fucking coward! You think you can fuck everyone else and tease me?"
"It hurts, please stop."
Kenny watched the guy push harder, to the hilt.
"Take it! Take it! Take it! I'm paying you enough. You took everyone else's last night."
Kenny glanced to the toilet stalls across from the shower. He noticed a pair of barefeet under a stall. Perhaps some kid using the bathroom, hearing this abuse occur in the shower, a silent witness to the brutal fucking done on a kid by a larger upperclassman. Then the blast of white light hit Kenny -- the dim memories slowing returning to his cloudy mind. Perhaps the kid in the stall was ....
"Kenny!" it was Cliff, entering the shower room.
As he expected the guys in the shower vanished, the screams for mercy silenced, occurring this time inside Kenny's head. The toilet flushed and a tall barefoot guy wearing yellow briefs exited carrying a towel.
"What's the matter, Ken. You look as if you've just seen a ghost."
"I think I did. Three of them."
"What?"
"Come with me, Cliff, I'll buy you an espresso."
Kenny and Cliff drove to a French café near the campus. Cliff went to check in with Larry and Kenny ordered an espresso for Cliff and a double cappuccino for himself. It was what he needed. What he witnessed in the shower was not happening in May 1997, but on November 1, 1980.
Cliff returned to the table and joined Kenny. Kenny was deep in thought.
"Patrick called the Department. He claims the killer is stalking him. I tried him at home, nobody's there."
"I entered a time warp back there, Cliff. I saw a rather large guy fucking the daylights out of a smaller kid, a freshman."
"A time warp?"
"Flashback, I guess you'd call it. It spooked me. The freshman was up against the tiled wall and the upperclassman was drilling him -- I mean hard. The kid was screaming for mercy. The upperclassman said something, two things actually. He said you took everyone else's last night' and I'm paying you enough.' Two things that speak volumes to me and should to you too."
"The kid's a hustler."
"Yes. And not just any hustler." Cliff shook his head. "The killer."
STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE XXIX, WHICH WILL BE POSTED ON MONDAY DECEMBER 1, 1997. YOU CAN FIND EACH OF THE "JOCKEY HOLLOW" EPISODES IN THE NIFTY ARCHIVE UNDER THE BISEXUAL CATEGORY: http://www.nifty.org