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.
Episode XLVI
Paul first encountered ecstasy with a man at the tender age of 17. He remembers being home alone that hot July morning when the man came to read the gas meter. The man was younger than Paul thought gas men were. Paul also remembers wearing just cutoffs and followed the man down to the basement where he was fucked relentlessly for thirty straight minutes by the man's 8" schlong. Paul came twice during the fuck session on his basement floor.
Now, three years later, he was standing in the doorway of the Jockey Hollow diner and was about to have another bout with ecstasy. Cooper and Roy turned to Paul and looked at him with a cruising eye. "Come over here?" their look said. Paul approached the counter and began stroking both cocks. But Roy wanted the boy's cock in him to see what Cooper was raving about. Cooper sat up on the Counter and Roy started to suck his cock. Paul played with Roy's ass, fingering the horny hole. Roy moaned, feeling Paul's long fingers enter him. Roy undid his jeans and took his cock out. It was hard and ready for hot fucking. Paul jerked off a little. Roy raised his ass and went down harder on Cooper's cock. Paul entered Roy's hole. Roy moaned, swallowing more of the hard cock in his mouth.
"Yeah," Paul said. "Take that cock."
Paul began to thrust himself inside the ass. Fucking away. He went for it, taking liberties with Roy's ass, fucking him slowly at first, then speeding up. Paul's big balls slapped against Roy's ass cheeks. It felt good to Roy, now deep throating Cooper's cock. Cooper moaned and closed his eyes. He leaned back and ran his hand through Roy's hair. Roy moaned for more. Cooper got off the counter and stood, his legs spread apart, and began to fuck Cooper's face with the same intensity Paul was fucking his ass. Paul moaned as he felt Roy's ass muscles tighten. Paul fucked harder. Harder. Harder. Until he burst with emotion. Screamed with passion as streams of hot fuck juice entered Roy's ass. Roy's muscles squeezed the remaining drops of cum from Paul's cock. Roy now turned his attention to Cooper's cock, banging his face. Paul stood back and pulled his pants up, he walked over and sat down on a stool, watching Roy, now a cumslut, work on taking Cooper's load. Cooper was close, but not set on coming yet. He leaned over and kissed Paul on the mouth. Paul and Cooper's tongues intertwined with each other. Roy's tongue licked the rigid big, erect shaft, wanting the throbbing load in it. He deep throated and then came up and deep throated again. He repeated this. Cooper's hips moved and fucked Roy's hot mouth. He was hot to cum in his buddy's mouth as much as Roy was hot to feel the hot load burst down his throat. Which was what happened. Cooper closed his eyes and came. Three massive bolts of cum fired in Roy's horny mouth. Roy picked his head up and smiled.
...
Nicole and Yoli had their feet up on the coffee table watching as Joey and Bryan 69-ed. Joey was on top sucking the blond's hard cock, tasting it for the first time. Bryan was into Joey's long cock, feeling in his mouth was almost as good as feeling it in his ass. Both boy's licked as the girls watched eagerly. Joey got up and got between Bryan's legs.
"No rubbers?" Nicole said.
"My brother likes to get fucked raw," Yoli said.
Joey raised Bryan's legs, another position not normally used by Bryan. Joey held Bryan by his feet and entered the boy's quivering hole. He entered slowly, wanting it to last. He went inside easily and hovered there momentarily. Then he pushed his way in farther. Bryan winced a little, feeling powerless to control just how much of the cock can enter. Joey pulled back and went in further. Bryan moaned this time, grabbing his own hard cock and stroking. Nicole took her pants down and began stroking her clit. She was into it.
Joey looked over at his girlfriend and smiled. He looked back at Bryan, who was getting into it now. On his back wasn't all that bad. He was getting fucked and was loving the sensation of a cock in his ass. Yoli watched as Bryan tilted his head back when Joey started to fuck harder. Bryan bucked his ass against the hard cock in his ass. Bucked against the cock hard. He was into this now and he wasn't going to be passive about it. He took the cock stroke for stroke. The girls on the sofa were getting hot and aroused watching these two hot studs go at it. Nicole never thought she'd get into watching her boyfriend fuck another guy. She took her pants off and walked over to Joey. She took him by the head and pressed it against her crotch. He ate her as he fucked Bryan harder and harder. Bryan came in his hands, moving his feet against Joey's shoulders, forcing his ass onto Joey's cock, Joey's cock was now totally impaled upon. His tongue was busy too, licking Nicole's twat. Nicole moaned. Joey fucked Bryan harder -- as hard as he could until cum sprayed out of his hard cock. An explosion so powerful, Nicole felt it. Yoli stood up and applauded the three of them.
"Anyone for coffee?" Yoli said.
...
Jockey Hollow at dawn. Not everything is exactly what it seems at dawn. Not everyone expects what may happen at dawn -- especially in a town like Jockey Hollow. Owen and Peter, two surfers from New Jersey zoomed down Route 77 West at 6:30 in the morning in their sleek black ford pick-up. Their waxed boards were in the flatbed. Peter, a dark haired Hispanic was driving. The guy next to him, Owen, was a blond guy, he had long shoulder length straight hair. They were two hunks seeking surf, girls, and sun in the Pacific. There was a surfing competition in LA in a week and everyone who was anyone in the world of surfing were going to be there. They had practiced their hearts out last summer in Sandy Hook and Wildwood, now the moment of truth was upon them. The moment of truth in more ways than one.
Their pick-up raced past Jack's at around 6:45 a.m. they were making good time, but their destiny was about to collide with the strange world of Jockey Hollow. Not even a mile from the cybercafe a loud pop was heard from the hook and a white cloud of smoke exuded from it.
"FUCK!" Peter screamed pounding his fists on the steering wheel, stirring his sleeping buddy.
"W-What happened?" Owen asked, half asleep.
"The fucking radiator hose burst."
"Where are we?"
"Nebraska, I think. I don't know. All these Midwestern states look alike."
Peter steered the truck in a wooded trail and got out. He wore a white pocket T-shirt, black sweats, black boots and white socks. He popped the hood open and was engulfed by the smoke. Owen got out, he wore denim shorts, a tank top and flip-flops. Totally cute.
"Now what?" Owen asked.
Then help arrived. Roy walked down the trail and spotted the disabled truck. He was taking the way home, thinking about the strange night he had at work. Paul certainly got his juices flowing. He had no idea how exciting his morning was about to be. He approached.
"What's up?" Roy said.
"Our radiator hose busted," Owen said.
"Is there a garage around?" Peter asked.
"Garage? No garage. Gas station. But that won't help you. The nearest garage is in Omaha, some 50 miles south of here."
"Fifty?" Peter said. "Son of a bitch!"
"Is there a pay phone in that gas station?" Owen said. "We can call AAA."
Roy laughed at their naiveté. "No pay phones here. I have a phone at my place. About a half mile down the road."
"Cool."
"Where you boys headed?"
"LA," Peter said. "Surfing competition."
"Surfer dudes huh? From Jersey too. Interesting."
"Why?" Peter said.
"No reason."
"So going to your place?" Peter said.
"Not so fast. It's gonna cost yas."
"Cost?" Owen said.
"Nothin' for free," Roy said.
"How much."
"Oh not money," Roy said grinning.
"No?"
"No. You're gonna give me your cum."
"Our what?" Peter said.
"We ain't into that man."
"Want that phone?" Roy asked. "Fifty miles is a long way to walk and who knows what'll happen to your nice truck if you should leave it."
He sat in the flat bed. Owen and Peter approached him.
"Take your clothes off," Roy said.
STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE XLVII, POSTED ON MONDAY MAY 4, 1998. YOU CAN FIND EACH "JOCKEY HOLLOW" EPISODE ON THE NIFTY ARCHIVE: http://www.nifty.org/.