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 XXXI
Steinholtz was sitting at the conference table. His coffee mug was next to him. The Sheriff and Kenny were across from him. He was a tall man, over 6' maybe even 6'2. He had blond hair and blue eyes. Very German. For a man of 37, he was very cute.
"What happened that Halloween?" Kenny asked. "I wish I could remember."
"It started at a beach bonfire. I noticed a young twink, about 18 following a hunkish lifeguard. The lifeguard was ignoring him, he had a babe on his arm. She was Hispanic with tits out to here that she squeezed into a tight bikini. The twink wouldn't let up though. I followed him at a distance and saw him go to a rocky area down the beach and I watched him suck the lifeguard off. I didn't see where the babe went, but she was no where in sight.
"He went back to the bonfire and I watched him, wanting his hot body. I was into looking at his ass in the bathing suit he wore. There was a student who shouted `it's time for your initiation rites.' I followed him back and was shocked by where they were going -- into a room across from mine. There was a line of men waiting outside the door and a big guy -- a bouncer -- standing outside. When the twink entered the room the whole line applauded. I approached my roommate, who was on the line. He told me that this was a way for the guy, a hustler, in the room to join a fraternity. There was a $50 cost for the hustler, given to the bouncer upon entrance.
"Two guys went in at a time. The hustler would take one orally and one up the ass. He was required to swallow the guy he was blowing. I got on line. I was next when the police arrived and broke up the party. I was pissed, so I hired him for our own private party."
"In the shower stall," Kenny said.
"Yes. How did you know?"
"I'll tell you later, finish please."
"I went to his room and offered to pay him $200 just to fuck him. I took him to the showers and we did it. But he started to get cold feet and wanted to back out, not wanting to go through with it any more. I told him to take it. The door opened and he panicked even more and held my hand over his mouth and continued pounding away. I let go after a few minutes and held his hair instead. I came in him, he melted to a heap on the floor. I left."
"That was November 1, 1980?" Kenny asked.
"Yes."
"I was the kid who entered the room that day and I was in the stall listening to you fuck him hard. Maybe I secretly wanted to be him, knowing full well I wouldn't put up so much fuss." "Why did he fight? If he was a hustler, he must have loved it," Cliff said.
"Yes, but when you just had twenty cocks pound your ass, it get raw and he was in pain. I was a bit rough on the lad."
"Do you remember his name?"
"No, sorry. That hustler, you think he's the serial killer."
"Yes," Kenny said.
...
Kenny returned to the computer and went to irc. He had lots to chat about. "itsme" instantly issued a dcc chat request, which Kenny accepted.
you there, kenny westmoreland?
yes
how was you field trip, did u learn anything???
oh I learned some useful stuff.
but u still can't figure who I am?
you were a hustler at ucla.
how do u think I paid for my education?
if u were a hustler, why'd u begin killing hustlers?
LOL u are a sly one, ain't ya?
well??
There was a pause. Kenny stared at the screen waiting for the reply.
I had many men who raped me, I was fucked very hard and very often, whether I wanted it or not.
but u were a hustler, surely u must have wanted it 24/7.
we all can't be you, kenny. Sex became a job for me. something I got paid for. Prostitutes can be raped, why can't hustlers?
I couldn't locate those "headlines" u were proud of.
that's okay, the only thing they gave me was a rep.
must have increased business.
not always. It increased the amount of sex I got.
u mean u had sex for free?
not by choice.
oh?
let me tell u a story. One afternoon in my senior year I returned to my dorm after just getting my brains fucked out of me by a frat brother of mine. I mean he ripped into me. I got a cool c-note for it though. At the dorm was a friend of my roommate's. they were talking about how their girlfriends refused to swallow. I, who always swallowed, laughed. I went into the shower; I was in there for a few minutes when I was joined by the two of them. I was raped by the two of them. they squeezed both of their cocks into my sore butt. The water and my roommate's hand muffled by mouth. I cried, that's how much it hurt. They also both came in my ass. A double load.
and you're gonna tell me that u didn't like that?
they didn't even get undressed when they entered the shower, they even wore their fucking boots. They entered the shower like gangbusters.
and u didn't like that. U just said that a frat brother of uses fucked your brains out, so how could u say u didn't enjoy a double cock fuck?
I didn't like being forcibly fucked. I want to be into it.
were u into the shower fuck of November 1, 1980?
no. that was the one u witnessed.
overheard
whatever. So, u still can't say who I am.
no. why don't u just turn yourself in?
surrender? I gave u so many fucking clues a three year old could figure it out and you want me to surrender? U are an FBI agent, kenny. Well, u don't have much time anyway.
why?
there are other hustlers out there. More murders to commit.
no!
u had your opportunity. This is my swan song, kenny. I'm outa here tomorrow morning. It was a tremendous pleasure chatting with u like this -- I'm just sorry that we couldn't talk in person, you seem like a very nice person, very fuckable. Oh, that's right, I did fuck you, didn't I? Almost forgot. Well, caio.
WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A message stating that itsme had quit irc appeared in the status window. Kenny slammed his fist on the desk.
...
Seth spent the morning with Patrick. He was very nervous about staying alone. Seth slept on the sofa and Patrick on top of him. They had an early morning fuck before falling asleep. The bell rang at around 10:30, Patrick was already in the kitchen preparing coffee. The doorbell caused Seth to wake up. He walked to the door to find Joey.
"Seth?" he said in a shocked tone.
"Hi, Joey. What's up?"
Patrick came to the door and eyed Joey. He wore jeans, a button-up shirt and Nikes. He entered.
"I came over to -- you know."
"My kind of boy," Seth replied.
Joey approached Patrick and got down on his knees. He took Patrick's boxers off and slipped the limp noodle into his mouth. Patrick's cock swelled immediately. Seth took his briefs off and stood behind Patrick. Joey stood up and quickly undressed. He got back down on the floor and sucked Seth's cock a little.
"Oh yeah! Take that cock. I wanna see it disappear in your hot mouth." Seth was now fucking Joey's face. Patrick watched eagerly. He brushed his cock against Joey's face and the cocks went inside Joey's mouth. Joey was a sucking both cock heads, then took Patrick's out to deep-throat Seth. Seth moaned. Joey had learned quickly. Joey moved his mouth over to Patrick's cock and deep-throated him. He moaned, taking all of it. Feeling it hit his tonsils. When Seth was at school, they used to call this tonsil hockey. He stroked Joey's straight light brown hair, wondering what Nikki was doing now.
The doorbell rang again. Patrick scrambled for his briefs and Joey and Seth went to the kitchen where Seth taught Joey the finer points of tonsil hockey. The door opened and it was Sam. Sam Gehlen. He was wearing shorts and sandals. He looked at Patrick and licked his chops.
"Sam?"
"You know, I've always wanted to have sex with the pizza boy for as long as I'm in Jockey Hollow, but never had the opportunity."
"Come inside," Patrick said with a smile. The threesome had become a foursome.
He lead Sam to the kitchen. Joey was on his back on the table and Seth was fucking him. Sam smiled and undressed. Patrick took a look at the size of Sam's cock and dropped to his knees. He licked the long shaft and sucked the bulbous head. He inched his way down the shaft, taking it a little at a time. Seth watched as he fucked Joey. Sam began to inject his cock deeper than Patrick was willing to go. He was fucking Patrick's face. Patrick gulped down the cock, taking the whole thing.
Patrick stood and gave Sam a wet tongue kiss. Sam approached the table and got up on it. He hovered his cock over Joey's mouth. Joey took the cock willingly. Patrick's mouth found itself on Joey's cute cock. Joey had the best looking cock of the four of them. Patrick's mouth watered as he sucked it. Saliva dripped down the shaft. Seth pulled out and Patrick saw there was a condom on Seth's cock. Patrick slid the condom off and placed the cock into his mouth. Joey gobbled Sam's hot cock and jerked off.
Patrick took his mouth off of Seth's and Seth put the cock back into Joey barebacked. Joey's scream was muffled by Sam's cock. Patrick jerked Joey's cock, pre-cum oozed down the shaft. He got up on Joey's chest and slipped his ass on to Joey's cock. Patrick rode the young stallion's cock. He sat on his balls, slid up to his tip, then slammed his ass down again. Joey was the luckiest one, probably because he was the youngest and most inexperienced. Sam's cock was in his mouth; Seth's cock was in his ass; and Patrick's ass was riding his own aching cock. Who was going to explode first?
Sam removed his cock from Joey's mouth and walked over to where Patrick took it in. Patrick swallowed the cock whole as he sat squarely on Joey's balls. Sam moaned, Joey screamed in pleasure as he was the first to surrender. He shot a mega-sized load in Patrick's ass. Patrick dismounted and moved to the floor. He wanted Sam to fuck him hard.
Joey may have had the cutest cock, but Sam had the biggest. He got on the kitchen floor, lying on his stomach. Sam got between his legs and without any mercy, slammed his cock full force into the pizzaboy's ass.
"Oh yeah!" Seth said. "Fuck that boy! Fuck him hard. He likes it that way."
Patrick moaned, urging Sam on. Sam felt Joey's sticky cum as he fucked and fucked. He was on the verge, but would not cum inside Patrick's ass. Instead, Patrick sat up and took the hot juicy load in his mouth. Patrick stood and walked to Joey. Joey took Patrick's cock and sucked it to orgasm. Patrick screamed as he shot his load. He was, like they all were, very horny.
Now it was Seth's turn. The old guys take longer, huh? Seth's slow fucking pace turned to a hard pounding pace. Joey was moved up the table because of the force at which Seth was fucking him. Seth yanked the boy back and his ankles tight. Joey moaned and Seth moaned. Seth let his cock explode, not inside Joey's ass, but all over his groin.
"That was awesome!" Seth said.
"Yes, it was," Sam replied.
The doorbell rang again. Patrick got his boxers on and went to the door. It was the Sheriff and Kenny.
"Hello," Patrick said.
"Are we interrupting something?" Kenny asked.
"No, we're done."
Joey, Sam, and Seth came out of the kitchen dressed. Kenny smirked.
"Sam, it was a pleasure. Joey, the same. And Seth, I'm gonna miss you."
He gave Seth a kiss.
"Are you going somewhere, Seth?" Kenny asked.
"I'm leaving Jockey Hollow after work tonight."
"In the morning?" Kenny asked.
"Yes. In the morning."
"Who's going to replace you?" Cliff asked.
"Roy."
Kenny walked ahead to the living room. He looked at the computer and thought about his conversation with `"itsme" earlier. A chill ran through his body, like he was experiencing deja vu. He knew he had just been in here a couple of days ago, but the sensation was different -- strange. He looked over at the doorway, Cliff was speaking with Seth, wishing him well. Could Seth be HIM? Could Seth be "itsme"? He did have knowledge of Stephen's last hours and was at Maggie's that night.
"Seth," Kenny said. "Can I ask a question?"
"Sure."
"Where did you spend the last four hours?"
"On that sofa. Patrick was afraid to stay alone."
Kenny nodded, accepting the answer.
The three men left, Patrick went to make coffee and Cliff joined Kenny.
"What was that all about?"
"In my conversation with `itsme' this morning, he told me that he was leaving Jockey Hollow in the morning. We don't have time anymore."
Patrick joined them and they sat in the same places they were in two days before. Deja vu all over again. Patrick took a deep breath and plunged into a narrative that told Cliff and Kenny what "itsme" told him.
"He knew everything that happened that day. From Joey being here to our conversation. He knew about the lifeguard story I told you. Then my second phone line rang. He knew about that too. It's as if he had a hidden camera in this room."
"Who was on the phone?"
"It was Seth."
...
Hours later, the Sheriff and Kenny were eating dinner. It was 6:30. Cooper entered and acknowledged their presence. Time was running out.
"Was Seth at UCLA?"
"Yes. I know he was."
Wade and Nicky entered the diner and sat with them. They came from the Two Buddies Motel. Wade explained:
"The manager came to the room where this man and a hustler were having sex. The man was fucking the kid so hard the boy was screaming, disturbing the other patrons. The manager had no problem with the sex he just wanted the noise to be stopped. He apparently saw the killer and was killed upon checkout."
Kenny paid half attention to Wade's account, feeling the stress of the the now oppressive time constraint.
"We have til morning to find the murderer," Cliff said.
"What?" Nicky said.
"I chatted with `itsme' this morning, he's leaving Jockey Hollow," Kenny explained. "It's there, staring us in the face. The answer is there. I know it is."
Seth entered and approached the counter. Cooper smiled and poured a cup of coffee.
"Last night, huh?" Cooper said.
"Yeah. Roy should do a good job though. He's responsible."
Kenny looked over at the counter and said:
"What was the name of the hotel chain again?"
"Two Buddies."
"Two Buddies?"
Then it hit him. Like a lead balloon it hit him. He turned to the Sheriff and his deputies. "Of course, it was there all along!"
"What?"
"I know who the killer is. I know!"
"Who?" Nicky said.
"Must do it correctly. I want the principles in this case here at midnight. Zina, Joey, his girl, Dr. Preston, Roy, Sam, Patrick, Adam and his girl, John, and Peter. Can you get them here?"
"Yes," Cliff said.
"Anyone who refuses to come throw them in jail as a suspect to murder one."
"Will do."
"Cooper!"
Cooper approached them.
"Hi, you need something?"
"Yes. I need you to close the diner from midnight-3:00 a.m.," Kenny said. "I'm going to explain to everyone who killed Stephen in a Poirotian monologue."
"I can't do that, I'd lose money."
"Don't worry, Coop, the Bureau will reimburse you far and above any amount of money you would have had you remained open."
STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE XXXIIA, WHICH WILL BE POSTED ON MONDAY DECEMBER 22, 1997 AND EPISODE XXXIIB, WHICH WILL BE POSTED ON WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 24, 1997. ALL OF THESE EPOSODES CAN BE READ ON THE NIFTY ARCHIVE AT: http://www.nifty.org/ UNDER THE "BISEXUAL" HEADING.