Date: Mon, 04 Aug 1997 16:54:23 -0400 From: Marc Mustacchio Subject: JOCKEY HOLLOW: EPISODE XVII 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 XVII Patrick took both cocks into his mouth simultaneously. His mouth stretched and his tongue encircled both of their cock heads. His eyes closed and he licked the tips; Wade moaned, his hands stroked Patrick hair. Nicky pulled out and walked around to Patrick's backside. Patrick got on his back and took Wade's cock from behind. Nicky lifted the legs onto his shoulders and fingered Patrick's ass. He took his cock into his hands and jerked it a little, pre-cum oozed from its purple tip. Nicky used it as lube. He inserted the head and used it to part the flaring cheeks. Wade moved up and down quickly over Patrick's actively sucking mouth. Nicky pushed his cock in and began fucking. Patrick grinded his hips and pushed his ass forward. His ass muscles sucked at Nicky's cock, the way his mouth sucked at Wade's. Nicky pushed and fucked hard. Patrick shot his load in the air while swallowing Wade's load and taking Nicky's. "That was awesome," Patrick said standing. "Yeah," Wade said. Wade and Nicky continued on their search. ... Cooper entered the diner. He ha come from his house and found Adam's note. He wasn't depressed, just a little confused. John was at the counter. "Look who's back!" John said. There were three customers in the diner, sitting at separate tables -- all guys in their mid-late 20s. Sitting at the counter was a pure blond guy. Cooper noticed he had on a Nebraska State jacket with two crossed bats on the back. Baseball player. He was cute. He wore glasses, black slacks, and black shoes. The second guy was black haired and wore a short-sleeved oxford shirt, untucked, white shorts and flip-flops. He was at a booth. At the second booth, was a tall stud. Cooper could not discern his hair color because it was short and he a baseball cap on. Joe liked this one the best. He was the cutest. He wore jeans, long jeans. Even seated, Cooper couldn't tell if he was wearing socks. The kid wore a stripped shirt. John came out from the back of the counter to shake Cooper's hand. "How's Augie?" "Dealing," Cooper said. "How are things here?" "Okay." "Good." Cooper sat next to the baseball player. "Can I have a cup of coffee?" John prepared it for Cooper. "Your from Nebraska State?" he asked the baseball player. "Yes. I'm a sophomore." "I worked there a few years ago. My best friend is a senior." "What's his name?" "Augie. Augie Hanover." "Oh, the sauna-slut." Cooper smiled at his friend's nickname. "You've encountered him before?" "Most of us have. He's a great cocksucker." "Yes, I know he is. But I think I'm a better one." The guy wearing the shorts stood and approached Cooper. Cooper stared at him as he approached. The third guy watched from his seat in the booth. "John, close the diner and pull the shades," Cooper said. John smile and bit his tongue, excited about what he was about to watch. The baseball player removed his jacket and undid his pants. Cooper took his hand and rubbed it over the guy's cock. The guy in the shorts took his pants down and jerked himself off. Cooper got on his knees and started sucking the baseball player's cock first. It was fat and tasted of pre-cum. He must have been oozing a while. The guy in shorts stroked the Cooper's hair and jerked off in front of him. Cooper took hold of that cock and stroked it while sucking. "Do me. Suck us together," the guy in shorts said. Cooper did. He stretched his mouth to accommodate both cocks at once. Both boys fucked Cooper's face. Cooper was in his glory. The third guy in jeans laid back in the booth and jerked off, watching this sex show unfolding before him. He stood and approached them. His cock was longer than the other two, but it wasn't as fat. Cooper let them out of his mouth and walked on his knees to the third one. He deep-throated it in one swallow. The guy stammered a bit from the instant pleasure he felt from Cooper's mouth. He fucked Cooper's face. "One of you guys fuck him," the guy in the jeans said. The guy in the shorts took his flip-flops off and approached Cooper from behind. He lifted his ass up in the air and undid the denim shorts Cooper wore. Cooper stepped out of them, his docksiders coming off easily. The baseball player fell to his knees between the guy in jeans and Cooper. Cooper's cock was dripping pre-cum. The baseball player licked it off with two licks before engulfing Cooper's cock into his mouth and sucking it as hard as he could. The guy in shorts gripped Cooper by the hips and parted his ass. He inserted the tip of his cock and tickled it. He closed his eyes and began fucking. "Oh," Cooper moaned, his mouth firmly implanted on the cock in front of him. The fucking pushed Cooper into the baseball player's mouth and Cooper into the jeanboy's cock. "Is this fucking awesome or what?" John said from the counter, his cock out and hard. He watched the foursome as it unfolded to newer heights. Cooper came first, the horniest always do. And Cooper is horny 24/7. The baseball player swallowed the load. The guy in shorts fucked harder, he stood on his tiptoes and pounded Cooper's pliable ass. Jeanboy fucked Cooper's cock and exploded in his mouth. Cooper swallowed the hefty, juicy load. The guy in shorts fucked and fucked. He was not about to cum in Cooper's ass. Instead, he pulled out and shot his load on Cooper's back. He moaned the loudest. They all had a collective sigh when done and were greeted by a round of applause by John, who had cum some time ago. ... "My friend left today," Augie told Fuelberg. "Are you sad by that?" "Not really. He helped me a lot." "Let's get back to how you first began having group sex. You said you liked groups, but had to be in control of the situation. Have there been times when you haven't been in control of a group?" "Just once." "The rape?" "Yes." "If you were in control, would you still have called it `rape'?" "No." "So, okay. Picture this scenario. The four fraternity boys are in the recreation room, you enter. What do you do?" "I don't understand the pretense of the question." "You don't? Just answer the question, naturally. You enter the recreation room in Doon Hall and these four fraternity boys are playing pool. It is late, the room is deserted except for the five of you. Do you try and seduce them, do you give them each a blow job and leave, do you let them have their way with you, what do you do, Augie?" Augie began thinking, his mind raced with possibilities. He loved sex in groups, but could not imagine ever wanting to have sex with the four fraternity brothers that raped him. Fuelberg was playing mind games with him, making him extrapolate back to before the rape and try to imagine what he would do if they hadn't raped him. There was a long silence. "I'm in the rec. room in Doon Hall," Augie began. "I'm horny, I'm into having sex with these four" -- Augie winced -- "studs. They're hot, they're dressed in jeans and T-shirts, the room is hot. I walk over to the juke box across the room from them. I'm breathing heavy, my cock is hard and pounding, wanting -- yes, wanting these guys. They stop playing pool and stare at me. One of them walks over to me and takes out his cock. I touch it, stroke it. I get on my knees and suck his cock. Slowly, the others gather around me and I suck their cocks one at a time and suck them off until they cum in my mouth. I swallow each of them." "So it's limited to just oral sex. Not anal." "Right. No one gets naked. I'm in control." "But yet you'll swallow their semen. Why?" "I like the taste." "Okay, so it's a controlled environment. You are in command." "Yes." "Now," Fuelberg said, taking a moment to adjust his notes. "Now let's get into your promiscuity. You have a reputation as being the sauna-slut. Do you like this name?" ... The woods in Jockey Hollow are deep. Things occur there that are so weird and strange that many are unaware that they are occurring. Sex, straight, gay, threesomes, orgies, circle jerks, s & m, bondage games, innocent making out, what have you, all occurs at all hours of the day. But there's something more, something uglier. There's an evil in those Great Woods, beyond the path that leads from Maggie's, beyond the path that leads to the lake where Cooper suns himself every morning. There's an evil. Wade and Nicky were searching these woods. Searching for clues that lead to what happened to Stephen. They followed a darkened path, shaded by big trees, trees that blocked the sunlight so completely that it looked like night. Wade used his flashlight that he kept hanging from his belt hoop. He lit the way to a clearing under an opening in the tree tops. The opening let the sun in and it shone brightly in the center of the clearing. As he walked ahead, his foot lost its footing and he stepped down into a dirt filled ditch. "Nicky, help me!" Nicky ran over to the ditch and pulled Wade up, it was a shallow ditch and when he was pulled up, he noticed his pants were covered in blood. Wade screamed and Nicky shoveled the dirt up with his hands. The ditch was actually a shallow grave -- a mass grave. Wade vomited instantly. There was a placard written in blood that read: for the pestilence spilled upon this earth, I have taken my revenge die faggots die!!! Wade stood and ran from the clearing. "KENNY WESTMORELAND!!!" he screamed. "AGENT WESTMORELAND!!!" His voice echoed throughout the woods. ... The four at the diner sat at a booth. Cooper sat by the guy in jeans, whose name was Matt; the guy in shorts was named Joey; and the baseball player was named Russ. They each had coffee. "I was in Jockey Hollow a few days ago," Joey said. "I returned because I have to speak with the Sheriff." "The Sheriff?" Cooper asked. "Yes. I think I witnessed that kid getting whacked." 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