JOCKEY HOLLOW
Jockey Hollow is a small hamlet in the northeastern tip of Nebraska. It is a haven for gay men who come here to escape the homophobic nature of the Bible Belt. Its population is made up primarily of young men in their late teens-mid-thirties. The stories revolve around the gays and the sex lives they lead. There are bisexual characters who have girlfriends, these girls are also some of the prominent characters.
A party has just ended in a shocking revelation and has caused a rift in the relationship of two people who loved each other. Now, the party over, a new face as come to Jockey Hollow with an agenda all his own.
EPISODE XLI
"It's a sex game," the tall short-haired blond said to Roy and Cooper at the diner. It was well past midnight now, the party long over. "It's called Round Robin."
Cooper smiled, liking the fine young specimen seated across from him. Bryan Strobe was 21 years old, 6' tall, thin and lanky. He had a crew cut. His hair was blond. He wore a tight black T-shirt, long blue jeans with a baggy leg, and low top sneakers.
"It's played with six or seven guys and they all stand around this one naked bottom dude. The guy in the middle goes from guy to guy sucking each cock for fifteen seconds, the first guy to shoot his goo in the guy's mouth gets to fuck the guy in the middle. The circle widens and the bottom continues sucking the guy so he's hard again, then he gets fucked -- pounded until the guy shoots in his ass. Then it's back to the circle with the fifteen second blow jobs. The game's over when all the guys in the circle fuck the bottom."
"Sounds pretty cool," Roy said.
"It can be, but there are rules. One, the only one who's naked is the guy in the middle, the guys fucking lower their pants, they can't even be barefoot; two, there's a time keeper to make sure the guy sucks for only fifteen seconds a cock; three, the bottom must swallow the load and take it in the ass; and four, the guy is fucked on his back only, no other position is acceptable."
"Can this be played in the woods?" Cooper asked.
"Yeah," Bryan said, "anywhere."
"Awesome."
"So, Coop, what happened at the party? You never said."
"Well Nicole somehow recalled that Josh told her he saw Patrick fuck Joey in North's backroom."
"Josh saw this?" Roy asked.
"Why not, he sees everything else," Cooper said.
"So what happened?"
"She smacked Joey across the face and left. The party seemed to fizzle after that."
"Figures I'd miss that?"
"Who's Josh?" Bryan asked.
"A meddling little fuck who has nothing else better to do than bother other people," Cooper asked. "See that `No Barefeet' sign there? He called the Nebraska Department of Health because he saw Patrick in here barefoot and complained. He's no longer welcome in here anymore."
Across Highway 77, Joey sat at the coffee bar with his head buried in his folded elbows. Jack came out of the backroom and approached him. Joey lifted his head, he had been crying.
"Want a cappy?" Jacked asked.
"Sure," Joey replied.
"Listen," Jack started. "You don't need her. I'll give you money to rent an apartment on your own."
"I'll work for it."
"Consider it a gift," Jack said. "I like you, Joey."
"Thank you, Mr. North. But I can't do that. It'll be a loan. "
"Whatever you say, Joey." North paused, then said, "Look, you can open a world for yourself on the Internet. Meet men or women, have as much or as little sex as you want. Meet people at your apartment, their place, in the woods, here -- after or before business hours -- but get out there and meet people. And you won't even have to get dressed or leave your chair."
Jack gave Joey his cappuccino and walked over to a terminal. He clicked the start key and found the "mirc32" program. It loaded. Jack looked at Joey, studying him, his face, his build, then typed "hotneboy."
"Hot Nebraska Boy. That's your nickname or nick."
Jack downloaded up a list of channels for Joey to browse, finding the #gay one's first. Jack scrolled the list and found "#gaynebraska."
"Augie met a guy on here."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, it was very therapeutic."
"The only thing that'll help me is if I give Joshua Atkins a good beating."
"That's an option to consider, but I think you should chat first. Meet someone tonight. Hey, if you really want have some fun, be a hustler."
"And get paid for sex?"
"Why not, it worked for Stephen?"
"Yeah and he got murdered."
"So, hustling didn't collapse as a profession. It's still a viable means of living."
"Maybe I can pay you back that way."
"Don't worry about paying me back, we'll deal with that later."
...
Alyssa had downed a bowl of pasta and a stein of beer as she sat across from Josh at a booth. Maggie's was winding down. It was a 24 hour truck stop, but it hit a lull in business around 2AM. There were a few guys in the pool room and at the bar, but other than that, it was just Josh and Alyssa. Alyssa was now drinking coffee with Josh, sharing a chocolate peanut butter pie.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm negative. I get tested every six months."
"Ty's death was so untimely, when I read about it in the papers I was horrified."
"It wasn't a shock though. We had known about it for a long time. He wanted to die in his own bed so he came home and I just kept him comfortable and waited for him to die."
"It must have been trying."
"Yes. I cried secretly for a year. I had no intention of letting his memory die. He's still very much alive in my heart. What about you? Kent said you bedded his roommate."
"Misunderstanding."
Josh turned his head and snickered. He knew her history and how horny she coulf be. Intoxicatingly horny -- so horny that she'd go after the first cock she could find. That's probably what she meant by a "misunderstanding." She had gone into one of her horny rages and went looking for Kent. The roommate answered the door and she used his cock to get off. The problem was Kent came home too soon -- or too late -- depending on your perspective.
"More coffee?" a waitress said holding a pot.
"Yes, please," Alyssa said. She refilled both her cup and Josh's. "What's this hole in the wall like?"
"You mean Jockey Hollow?" She nodded. "It's no New York City, but it has it's charms."
"Like this place?"
"Maggie's is nice. It's the only place I can go and eat."
"What?"
"I was banned from going to the diner."
"Banned?" she laughed. "Oh no, you didn't stick your nose into something you shouldn't have, did you?"
"Yes."
"Oh Joshua, don't you ever learn?"
...
Bryan was at his computer. He lived in a three bedroom apartment in the same complex Patrick lived in. He lived with his sister, Yolanda, "Yoli" for short and loved the freedom. Yoli was a nurse working the night shift, at the local hospital, she was 24 and more promiscuous than her brother when it came to men. God only knows how many residents she had in the three years she worked there. She worked from 3P-3A three days a week. She came in to find Bryan in the third bedroom, transformed to a den, busy toggling between AOL and MIRC trying to get a threesome together. He was in the process of giving directions out. On AOL he was chatting to a "24, brn/bl, 5'10, 160#, smooth," with the screen name "Kevin24." And on MIRC, to a "23, bl/blu, 5'9, 150#, goatee," with the nick "Studpup." Bryan had never been able to coordinate a threesome online, so he had a hardon.
"You there, Bry?" Yoli called.
"Yup." He came out of the den.
"Don't tell me you're still online. Didn't you go out?"
"Yes. I was at the diner and talked with Roy and Cooper."
"That's good."
"There's a cybercafe that opened across from the diner."
"A what?"
"A cybercafe. You can surf the net and have a cappuccino."
"So," Yoli was unimpressed. "We have a cappuccino machine. Why pay for it."
"You know nothing about ambiance sis."
"Very funny." She thought a moment. "How many guys were here today?"
"Three," Bryan said.
"Bryan--" Yoli said knowing her brother.
"Five." She shook her head and walked to the kitchen. "Stop being so prudish, Yolanda. You and I both know why you are working the night shift. How many residents did you do tonight?"
"None. We were busy."
"It's a community hospital."
She laughed and kissed her brother on the cheek.
"By the way, I'm expecting two guys over here for a threesome."
"Cool, have fun. I'm going to be online for a bit and then I'm turning in. I'm very tired."
"We'll go into my room and close the door," Bryan said.
...
Joey entered Maggie's. Chatting with gay men online did not work at curbing his anger, as if it really would. He found Josh with Alyssa and approached him.
"Joshua Atkins."
"Yes. Who are you?"
"I'm the guy whose life you ruined."
Joey reared back and gave Josh a punch that knocked Josh out. Alyssa screamed as all action in the restaurant ceased.
STAYED TUNED FOR EPISODE XLII, WHICH WILL B POSTED ON MONDAY MARCH 30, 1998. THESE EPISODES CAN BE FOUND ON THE NIFTY ARCHIVE: http://www.nifty.org/