Jockey Hollow

Published on Dec 8, 1997

Encounters

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 XXX

Seth sat in the chair against the diner. The chair was tilted and Seth was swinging his foot back and forth. He was minding both shops, the gas station and the diner. The clock above the counter said 11:45. Patrick, too afraid to go home, was in the bathroom with Cooper.

Patrick was on his knees. He had the cock in his mouth, taking in an inch at a time, holding it for a minute and then taking another inch. Cooper moaned enjoying the slow sucking motions. Eventually, Patrick had the whole cock in his mouth. He pulled off and then, with a great sudden force, took the whole tool in his mouth. Cooper moaned and slowly fucked Patrick's mouth very fast, Patrick was into it. He got up on his feet and kissed Cooper.

Cooper slowly jerked Patrick off and then got on his knees. Patrick held Cooper by the head and started to suck him off. His mouth enveloped the cock in a swallow. Patrick leaned against the wall, he put a foot up on the toilet and thrusted his hips fast. Patrick was on the brink, Cooper jerked himself off.

"Yeah, suck that cock," Patrick said.

"Cooper shot his load on the floor and Patrick, after a gasp, shot his into Cooper's mouth. Cooper swallowed.

Outside, Seth watch a red Mazda pull up to the pump and a short guy wearing khaki pants and boots. He was carrying a portable c.d. player. He approached Seth.

"Fill it," Josh said. "I'm going for some coffee."

Seth stood and faced the diner, Patrick and Cooper were back at the counter. Josh entered and took a seat in a booth. Cooper raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath. Josh was hardly a person one wanted to see. Though he had been in Jockey Hollow a short time he was known to be a pain in the ass (and that didn't mean he was a good fuck).

"Just coffee," Josh said. "Where are your shoes?" he said to Patrick.

"I don't wear them. SEEEEEEE!" Patrick put his soles together and reveal just how dirty his soles were. Josh shook his head.

"Do you know how unsanitary that is? This is a restaurant."

"So. I like it."

Josh shook his head again. Cooper brought the coffee.

"I saw you in the woods with some tall guy."

"That was Roy. He's always barefoot too." Cooper smiled. "He also has a really great cock."

"I take it he isn't your boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Cooper laughed. "Joshua, is Jockey Hollow everybody is everybody's boyfriend. Sex is free and loose here."

"Not always free," Josh said. "I read the papers, those hustlers were murdered. That alone should make you wary. Aren't you guys afraid to be so promiscuous?"

"Why?" Patrick said.

"Because it's just so--"

Seth entered the diner. He walked right up to Josh.

"The next time you want to have coffee in here wait until after the gas is pumped."

"Why?" Josh asked.

"Because you're blocking my pumps.

"Oh come on, how many people are going to be in at midnight?"

"You'd be surprised."

"The keys are in the ignition, move the car yourself," Josh said with an attitude.

"You are a pain in the ass," Seth replied. "If I move the car, it'll be wrapped around that tree over there."

Josh stared at Seth, he looked at Cooper and Patrick. He rose and walked out of the diner. They watched him as he moved his car and park it in a spot in front of the diner. He re-entered the diner.

"Like it now?" he said.

"Cooper add $12 to his tab," Seth said.

Seth went back outside. Cooper went to the counter. Josh sat alone.

...

The University Cafe at Nebraska State was crowded with people. Augie entered and saw Kent Glasgood at a table in the back alone. He approached the bar. Kevin, the stud behind the coffee bar roomed on Augie's floor. He smiled at Augie.

"Aug!" he shouted. "When are you coming over again?"

Augie smiled. "Let me have a grande cappuccino."

He turned and looked at Kent. So alone, so deep in thoat. Augie wanted to help him.

"Pay when you leave," Kevin said.

"Thanks."

Augie made his way toward Kent. There was a spare chair at his table and, since there was no place else to sit, Augie was going to sit there. He looked down at Kent.

"Hi," Augie said. "You seem to be the only one with an empty chair. May I join you?"

"Sure."

Augie sat.

"Kent. Kent Glasgood."

"Augie. I'm Augie Hanover."

"Good to meet you." They shook hands. Kent had a firm grip, Augie only hoped his cock was equally as firm.

"Pretty crowded."

"Always at this time. Especially since finals are coming up soon."

"People need their java."

Kent nodded.

"No girlfriend?" Kent asked.

"Me. No, I'm--"

(gay)

"Your?"

"Too busy for a girlfriend."

"Tell me about it. I just had a fight with my girlfriend. That's why I'm here alone."

"Oh."

"Yeah. She can be a bitch, but I love her. The best thing about fighting is the make-up fuck."

Augie smiled. He would not mind being at the end of a make-up fuck with him. Augie took a sip of his coffee. Kent looked out onto the cafe.

"How many finals do you have?" Kent asked.

"Four."

"That's cool."

This was going no where. At least he met him and was talking to him. How the fuck was he supposed to get his cock. He was a cruiser, he got dozens upon dozens of cocks in the sauna this year. So what was so difficult about this guy?

"Wanna get out of here?"

"Yeah."

They stood. Augie paid for his coffee and he followed Kent out. This awkward situation could not get any worse. Fuelberg was going to get an earful about this embarrassing situation. When they got outside, Augie broke even.

"Kent, I think I should tell you that I'm gay and approached you because I thought you were hot."

Augie closed his eyes, expecting a punch. No punch.

"So," Kent said. "I have gay friends. Nothing ventured nothing gained."

Augie smiled and Kent held his hand out. They shook.

"See you around?" Kent said.

"Yes."

Kent walked back to the campus. Augie watched him.

...

Morning in Jockey Hollow, it's something to behold. Sam watched the sunrise from his desk. He was on-line having cybersex with four different people. For someone who enjoyed talking as much as Sam Gehlen, irc was the place. He had five windows open. "#Gaynebraska," "fatcock," "Fuckme," "swallower," and "imaslut." He was different roles with each person, a top, a bottom, a slave, and a master. His eloquence with cyber-jargon helped. The doorbell rang. He clicked the diminish on the main window and his desktop picture was shown. It was a photograph of the room he was in. He opened the door.

"Good morning, Sam," Cliff said. "You remember Kenny Westmoreland of the FBI?"

"Yes we met at Stephen's funeral."

"May we come in?" Kenny asked.

"Sure."

"We have some questions to ask you about your days at UCLA."

"Wow, that goes back a while. Want some coffee?"

"Yes," Kenny said. "We just got off our plane and airline coffee is not for human consumption."

Sam smiled and went to the kitchen. Kenny looked around the room. He noticed the computer and the desktop picture. Looking at it gave him a chill.

"There it is again."

"What?" Cliff asked.

"That feeling of deja vu all over again."

"Why, you have it?"

"Yes. Looking at that photo."

"It's this room. You've never been here before, have you?"

"No."

Sam returned with the coffee. He set the tray on the coffee table and they sat down. Sam on the sofa, Kenny and Cliff in two armchairs.

"I was noticing your unusual desktop theme," Kenny said.

"Oh? What about it?"

"It's this room?"

"It's a picture of this room. I know it's strange, but it is."

Sam rose suddenly and walked casually to the terminal, flipping it off. He returned to his seat.

"You use irc, Sam?" Kenny asked.

"Yes. It's great. Meet so many people."

"I know. You use it often."

"Most of the time."

"What's your nick?"

"SamG35."

"Meet anybody in person?"

"Yes, just last month I met a guy in Omaha. He said he was alone because he parents went to Florida for the weekend. I drove down and he was very cute. Only 24, but very boyish looking. We had sex all weekend."

"In your travels on irc, ever bump into a nick `itsme.' "

Sam's face dropped and he drank a heavy swallow of coffee.

"You haven't agreed to meet him, have you Kenny?"

"I think he already met me. He was a hustler at UCLA when we were there."

"He was?"

"Yes. I know he was. There was an incident that occurred on Halloween, 1980. It made headlines in the UCLA paper, but we haven't been able to get a copy of that issue. You wouldn't?"

"Are you kidding, I didn't read that rag when I was there, let alone save it for 17 years."

Kenny nodded.

"Did you ever meet `itsme'?" Cliff asked.

Sam sighed and nodded.

"When and where?" Kenny asked.

"Last year before I came to Jockey Hollow I lived in Des Moines. We chatted one night. He sent me a picture of his cock. It was pretty big, and I joked around about it, saying he couldn't have one that big. He said I should come over and see for myself."

"Do you have a date?" Kenny said.

"March 1996. I can't pin it down any more than that."

"What happened?"

"It was horrible. He was dressed in sadomasochistic attire, including a leather hook over his full face. He had the size cock depicted in the photo. Believe me I felt every inch enter my ass. He's an evil man, Kenny Westmoreland, an evil man."

...

Augie was on the sofa. He had told Dr. Fuelberg about the cafe encounter. Fuelberg was proud of the encounter.

"Describe for me, please, what your fantasy with him would be."

"I'm in my room and Kent enters, I am waiting for him naked. He says wants me. I take his clothes off and lay him on the bed. He moans as I jerk him off. He enjoys it. I put my mouth on his cock and start to suck. I suck him hard and fast, making him hard and wet. This is not why he's here. He's here to fuck me. We switch places, I get on my back and he lifts my legs and places his cock head inside my asshole. He poises there for a few seconds, then inserts more, holding it there. He pulls back and keeps it at the entrance of my asshole for a minute. This teasing is making me hard. I love to be teased. He then pushes the whole cock in and fucks me in and out. The anticipation was worth it. He goes at it -- really fucking me hard. I come as he fucks me to the hilt."

"Good. Now, make it reality."

"How?"

"Augie you can coerce men in that sauna, so you can get Kent to fulfill that fantasy."

...

Cliff and Kenny walked through the door of the Jockey Hollow Sheriff's Station. Larry smiled and said they had a visitor waiting all morning. He was in the conference room.

"Why didn't you page me?" Cliff said.

"Sorry," Larry said.

Cliff and Kenny entered the conference room. There was a tall well built, well dressed man standing near the window with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Kenny!" he said. "How lovely it is to see you again."

"Again? Do I know you, sir?"

"Yes, I'm Richie. Richie Steinholtz."

"I'm sorry, but I don't--"

"UCLA. We were neighbors."

"My neighbors seem to be popping up everywhere. Unfortunately, I can recall none."

"That's okay, it was a long time ago. I was next door. I read your ad on the Internet and, while I don't have the newspaper you seek, I do have some info you may need."

"Oh?"

"I fucked that hustler on November 1, 1980."

STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE XXXI, WHICH WILL BE POSTED ON MONDAY DECEMBER 15, 1997 AND BE SURE TO CATCH THE TWO PART RAP UP OF THE MURDER INVESTIGATION: DECEMBER 22 & 24, 1997. THESE INSTALLMENTS CAN BE SEEN ON THE NIFTY ARCHIVE: http://www.nifty.org/ IT IS A SUB-CATEGORY OF "BISEXUAL."

Next: Chapter 33


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