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.
Jockey Hollow is a place were things are never what the seem. A sudden death has caused mayhem in this small town and as spurred a need for justice. FBI Agent Kenny Westmoreland is also out for justice, seeking those who prey on the young on Internet chatrooms. With him he as a weapon, a top secret software program.
EPISODE LIII
The Sheriff's station was quiet. Kenny was drinking a cup of coffee at Larry's desk. They were talking about what had happened in the weeks since he left. Kenny was happy to know that Jockey Hollow had quieted down. The serial murders had dug out some deep dark secrets from the woods.
The Sheriff entered and froze when he saw Kenny. Kenny smiled and opened his arms. The Sheriff hugged Kenny and they kissed. They went into the office. After the formal social niceties were over, Kenny began on the business of his return to Jockey Hollow, Nebraska.
"Cybercrimes."
"What?" the Sheriff asked.
"The Bureau is engaged in an intense nationwide dragnet looking for people who prey on young people, minors in the chatrooms of AOL and the zillions of Internet chatrooms. These people are sick. They lie about their age or paint themselves as someone who can please them sexually. They arrange a meeting and kidnap, rape, molest, or murder them."
"If these people lie about their age, how do you know they are really preying?"
"They use the same handle. And we can trace their patterns."
"But that would mean looking at every single room 24/7."
"That's what we are doing--there is a top secret mission the Bureau is engaged in where have people monitoring ALL Internet activity: web site surfing, e-mail, chatrooms, when we detect a potential patterned violated, we investigate."
"How?"
"There's this."
Kenny removed the diskette from his breast pocket and handed it to Cliff.
"Put it in and sign on: kwest with the password: Jhollow." Cliff smiled. "I became attached to this place." Cliff followed the instructions and booted the program. "Now launch your mirc program and enter the #gaynebraska channel." Again Cliff followed Kenny's instructions.
"Now what?"
Kenny stood behind Cliff. He perused the list of people in the room. There were about a dozen. The room was active with small talk.
"These rooms are cliques. Click the nick: Jaspers23 and right on click his name. A menu appeared, it was a typical mirc menu with one exception. There was an option for "chatwatch."
Kenny said to select that. A window popped up that listed a series of information:
NICK: JASPERS23
LOCATION^ : 1285 MITCHELL AVENUE
OHAHA, NEBRASKA 68108 CHANNELS: #GAYTEENSEX, #GAYNEBRASKA,
#GAYBAREBACK PRIVATE CHAT* : BRYAN21, CUMLUVER. DCC CHAT NONE
(^ NOT NECESSARILY THE ADDRESS OF THE USER.) (* TO VIEW THE CONVERSATION AS IT HAPPENING, CLICK THE NICK OF THE PERSON BEING CHATTED WITH.)
Cliff stared at this information with amazement. Kenny just smiled.
...
Paul and Roy kissed passionately. Roy jerked Paul's cock slowly and got onto his knees. He licked the oozing pre-cum off the large cock. Paul moaned, spreading his legs. It felt real nice. He began to slowly move his hips in and out of Roy's wanting mouth. Roy put his hands under Paul's swollen balls and sucked down more of the large cock. He deep-throated Paul, sticking his tongue out and licking his balls.
"AHHHHH!" Paul said, now fucking the naked stud's face. "Let me see your ass."
Roy turned around and bent over. Paul probed the inside of his hole; it was sticky with cum from the last time Roy was fucked. Roy moaned now. Paul got on his knees and licked Roy's ass. His tongue went in deep. He cleaned out the excess cum that was still there. Paul rimmed his ass, making it wet and moist. He stood after a while and got a hold on Roy's slender hips. He inserted his cock head and held it there. Roy closed his eyes and took the head in, relaxing his muscles. This was not hard for Roy. Paul put more in and Roy moaned softly. He was testing the waters, not knowing how often Roy got fucked. His ass stretched out and he was able to take it all. Once in to the hilt, Paul pulled out and began to slam Roy's ass, banging him hard. Paul was really going at it, having a good time, moaning, hearing Roy moan.
The boys switched positions, Roy got on his stomach and Roy was able to fuck harder and faster. He had better control--he fucked on and on. Roy urged the young stud on, begging to be fucked harder. Paul came, slamming his cock deep into Roy's awaiting ass. He pulled out and sighed.
...
Four hours after running down Joey, Owen and Peter were just outside the Wyoming border, 960 miles from their destination. Owen was asleep in the passenger's seat naked. Peter admired his stamina and his cute body. He was tuckered out from all the action he had today. Since leaving the garage in Omaha, Owen sucked Peter off nine times and was fucked by the two mechanics at the garage and the three gas jockeys there in exchange for the repairs. He had been used a lot. Now, as they headed for the sunset, he slept as Peter drove.
Then smoke emerged from the hood. Peter shook his head and pounded the horn.
"FUCK!" he yelled.
"What is it?"
"We're overheating."
"Again!"
"Stay here."
Peter got out of the truck and popped the hood open. He was pissed. They'd have to walk back to a town to get water. Then he heard a poof sound as if something had caught fire.
"Owen?"
He came back around to the driver's seat and saw Jack North sitting where Owen sat. Jack lit a Newport with a gold cigarette lighter with a script L engraved on the front. Jack looked at Peter.
"Who are you?"
"I'm your worst nightmare."
"Where's Owen?"
"Owen?" Jack set his cigarette down and swept the ashes on the dashboard into his open palm. He raises his hand and blows the ashes into Peter's face. Jack picked up his cigarette.
"There's your friend Owen."
Jack laughed. He got out of truck and walked around to Peter. He gripped the kid by the neck and threw him on the ground.
"Do you have any idea what you did back in Jockey Hollow?"
"No?" Peter was shaking.
"You ran over a guy I was very fond of. Now thanks to you he's singing with the angels, instead of down here fucking his girlfriend."
"I had no idea!"
"No because you were getting a blow job. There's a time and place for everything, Peter, and a fast moving automobile is place for cocksucking."
Jack flicked his cigarette down in front of Peter's face and stomped it out with his boot.
"Do you have any idea what it feels like to be run over by a pickup truck that's moving 90 miles an hour? No wonder you made it this far so fast. Guess what Peter? No surfing contest for you!"
Jack laughed and lit another cigarette. Peter stood and took off down the road. Jack grinned and laughed some more. He shook his head. Peter saw the headlights before he saw the roof of the black pick-up. He quickly turned and ran back towards Jack who was puffing away watching. The pickup sped to 90 and overtook Peter, running over, sending him hurtling into the sky. He landed dead at Jack's feet. The pickup kept on going running right through Jack's fading body.
And just like that, he was gone.
STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE LIV, TO BE POSTED ON MONDAY JUNE 22, 1998. DON'T FORGET EACH EPISODE OF "JOCKEY HOLLOW" CAN BE FOUND ON THE NIFTY ARCHIVE: http://www.nifty.org/