Date: Mon, 30 Jun 1997 20:55:51 -0400 From: "marc s. mustacchio" Subject: JOCKEY HOLLOW XI 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 XI Augie entered Dr. Reinhardt Fuelberg's office. He was scared that this Freudian psychologist would mess up his sexual psyche further. But he had no other recourse. Legally he'd become a laughing stock, as Cooper said. Fuelberg was behind a big desk with a lot of clutter. "Good morning," Augie said. "Ah, come in. You must be Augie. Augie Hanover." The doctor had a thick German accent. "Come and lay on the couch. We can start our session." Augie laid on his back. Dr. Fuelberg sat in the chair beside his head. A flash of that picnic bench came to mind as he got on his back. He felt uncomfortable in his favorite position. "Why have you come to me?" Fuelberg asked. "I -- I was," he took a deep breath. "I was raped by four guys last night." "Oh my. This is serious. Did you alert the authorities." "No." "Why not?" "I'm gay, Not only am I gay, I'm also highly promiscuous. A person like me would never stand a chance against the courts. I'd be the chastised one." "Why would you think that?" "Because it happened before." "To you?" "No, to my best friend, Cooper." "What happened?" "It happened 8 years ago. We were driving in Lincoln. I had my hands on his genitals. You know -- " "Augie! I know every slang term for every sexual act and organ. Please do no feel uncomfortable in my presence." "I was jerking him off and he started to speed. I liked the control I had over him. So I started sucking him. Then there was a cop blazer on our right and was signally us to pull over. Cooper did and the cop got out of the car. He arrested us for having sex while driving. Cooper resisted arrest and was cuffed. Down at the station, the officers started to tease me. We were tormented by these men. When Cooper interceded on my behalf, he was gang raped -- fucked by fifty cops. "Cooper tried to seek legal recourse, but come on -- the collective word of fifty cops against two promiscuous teenagers." "This didn't deter your sex habits?" "No. I'm addicted to sex." "And Cooper?" "Same, the gang rape didn't affect him at all." "Maybe in his subconscious he wanted it; but I want to talk about you. Why did this gang rape bother you?" ... Everyone was there. The crowd gathered around Stephen's grave consisted of Allen, Cliff, Cooper, Amy, Adam, Seth, Wade, Nicky, Ryan, and Michael. Zina, in tears, stood at the foot of the grave. A priest was at the head. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. God grant Stephen your blessings, forgive him his transgressions and a place in Heaven." He tossed a handful of dirt into the grave; Zina did the same. The tears said it all. "I would like to say some words about my brother," she said. "Stephen was a hustler. He enjoyed having sex with men. He did. He was gay from the time he was twelve. He ran away at sixteen because he couldn't reconcile with our parents his homosexuality. He came here, to this haven and he gets murdered by a fucking serial killer. How fair is that?" There was silence. "Nobody saw anything back by that lake? Nobody heard a fucking thing?" Tears rolled down her face. The Sheriff helped her back to the car. Cooper approached Adam and Amy. Amy walked away from them. "You're going now?" Adam asked. "Yes. My friend's in trouble and needs me." "I know. How long will you be gone?" "I don't know, two maybe three days." "Have a safe drive down there." Cooper walked towards his pick-up and got in. Adam watched as it pulled away. Patrick, seeing this barefoot stud approached. Amy was about to go back over to Adam, but instead left the cemetery. He had a new life now. A life with men. "Wanna take a walk?" Patrick asked. "Sure." "You don't wear shoes?" "It's a long story." "Oh. Bet your cock is longer?" Patrick rubbed his hand over Adam's crotch. Adam smiled. "You wanna have some fun?" Patrick continued. "Always." "There's a tool shed in the rear of the cemetery. We can go there." "Nobody's around?" "There's one gravedigger/groundskeeper and he'll be busy with Stephen's grave." "Cool." The Sheriff and Kenny helped Zina back to the Sheriff's car. She was still crying. Kenny brought her water. She refused it. "You'll find that killer, won't you?" "Don't worry, with the Sheriff's help, we'll find this person." Kenny looked across the graveyard and saw the gravedigger begin shoveling the six feet of dirt into the grave. He also noticed a man talking to the gravedigger. "Sheriff, who's that man over there?" Cliff squinted against the sun's rays and saw a man in his thirties, tall, and built. "Sam Gehlen." "He wasn't at the service. I didn't see him," Zina said. "He's a nice guy. Very friendly. A gift of gab, if you know what I mean." "He knew Stephen?" Kenny asked. "Everyone knew Stephen." Kenny nodded. Sam waved to the Sheriff, who waved back. "Here he comes," Cliff said. "Hope you have a while." ... "I don't like having sex against my will," Augie said. "Who does?" "But you like having sex with a group of men, don't you?" "Yes. But only when I've consented to it." "So, I ask you again, why didn't you like the gang rape?" "I don't know what answer you're trying to get me to say." "I'm trying to get you to admit that you have had sex with so many men." "I'm not denying that." "But you have to be in control?" "No, I'm a submissive bottom." "So then you have to be content in the knowledge that you entered into the sex scene on your own volition?" "Yes." Augie took a deep breathe. He felt the Doctor was challenging the fact that he was raped. Like Cooper said on the phone last night. "Think about it Aug, you are a very promiscuous young man. Do you think the police would buy a story that four frat boys raped you in during a tornado?" And Coop was right. "I'm going to begin a sexual game with you. I'm going to describe a scenario and you tell me how you would handle it. Okay?" "Okay." "You are at a bar and meet this stud, but he's with a girlfriend, but by the way he's looking at you, you can tell he's interested in you -- at least getting a blow job. Do you (a) leave the bar and regret; (b) lead him into the restroom and hopes he follows; or start a conversation with the couple to try and get him away from her." "I'd do `b'" "You are in a restroom on campus, four guys walk in, but do not make a move towards you, but you'd like to get into their pants. Do you (a) walk away from the situation, despite the erection in your pants; (b) ask them outward if they want to have some fun; or take your pants down, boost yourself on the sink and say "Fuck me boys, I'm all yours!" "That's a tough one." "It was meant to be harder. But talk it out. Give me pros and cons of each choice." "'A' would be eliminated outright. I may be shy, but I'd never pass up the temptation." "So, it's between `B' or `C.'" "Which are similar actions." "But relay different messages. One says I want it, do what you want, while the other says take me do what I want." "A scenario like the rape." Augie's face dropped. "Like the rape." ... In the cemetery tool shed there were lots of lawn mowers, weed whackers. Patrick and Adam entered and started kissing. Adam groped at Patrick's loins, yearning for them to be in him. He got on his knees and took Patrick's cock from his pants. It was semi hard and put it in his mouth. He licked it, swabbing it up and down the shaft until it stood as hard and as long as it could be. Some 7.5" and thick. Patrick started to fuck Adam's mouth in a sustained motion. Adam took it all, he had become a cocksucker of merit. Adam stood up and took his pants off. The garage type floor was cold on his barefeet, but it was oddly stimulating. He got on the floor in a fetal position and stuck his ass up into the air. Patrick got down on his knees, threw his pants off and separated Adam's butt cheeks. He inserted his cock and slowly fucked Adam. Adam moaned as he felt the hard cock pierce his anal muscles. "Relax," Patrick said, fucking the boy's ass. "Just relax." The ass muscles squeezed around Patrick's cock, making Patrick moan. Then he picked up the pace of his fucking, really sending Adam forward. Patrick moaned and fucked, putting his cock in, taking it almost out, and sending it back in. It was a different feel from fucking Cooper. Adam's ass was less virginal, fewer cocks have fucked it. But Patrick still loved the feel of fucking an inexperienced ass. It was a turn on for him. He found that spot in Adam's ass that send Adam cumin' like wild. He shot a load all over the black floor. Patrick pulled out and shot his load on Adam's back, Adam stood and felt it go into his crack. Patrick fingered it inside the hole. They embraced and kissed. ... Sam was a talker, he had the Sheriff, Kenny, and Zina engaged in a conversation about how tragic Stephen's death was for at least twenty minutes before Kenny said they had work to do. On the way back to the Sheriff's station, after dropping Zina at her hotel, Kenny asked: "Take me to where the body was found." "The lake?...Why?" "I want to check something out. I'll buy the coffee at the diner when we're through." "Okay." The Sheriff took a shortcut to Route 77 and pulled into the diner's lot. They walked to the back of diner and through the woods where Amy stumbled onto Adam and Cooper. They came to the lake, majestic and beautiful against the setting sun. The horrible tragedy that occurred there three nights ago, now a flicker in the lake's history. "What's here, Ken?" Kenny climbed the rocks that overlooked the lake and served as a diving board. It was here that he found what he was looking for. A symbol that he could use to connect the prior murders to Stephen's. "This is it, Cliff," he said. "The final link I needed to join the murders!" EPISODE XII WILL BE POSTED ON MONDAY JUNE 30, 1997. I APOLOGIZE AGAIN FOR THIS EPISODE'S LATENESS. A RE-POST OF THIS EPISODE WILL APPEAR ON FRIDAY JUNE 27, 1997.