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 XIX
Patrick was outside his apartment building on the street washing his car. It was a beautiful afternoon and he was off from the pizzeria today ... AMEN! He was wearing black spandex shorts and nothing else. His chest was lightly tanned, with tan lines where his sleeves would be. He was barefoot. His feet were burned from the sun. He never wore shoes anywhere. The bottoms were dirty from the concrete and pavement, but not as bad as they usually are when he takes his shower every night. He hoped to cruise the woods today or at least the pool room of Maggie's. He was horny already and it was only 11:30 a.m. Then again, he woke up with a throbbing boner which he took care of fantasizing about what he would be doing in the woods later. He also had the two deputies on his mind. Wade and Nicky really gave him a sexual workout. One that would be remembered in the days and weeks to come.
He stood from scrubbing his tire and glanced down the street. The sun glare was bright, but he thought he could detect a tall guy walking barefoot approaching him. The guy had on jeans and a T-shirt, and what looked like barefeet, but from this distance it could have been boots. The guy passed Patrick. It was Roy, and he was definitely barefeet. He smiled as he passed Patrick and on a bench outside the apartment building. Roy looked at Patrick. Patrick could feel his willy start to grow. If this guy is, I'm in for one hell of an afternoon, he thought. He turned and approached Roy.
"Hi," Patrick said.
"You live here?" Roy said.
"Yes. My apartment is on the ground floor. Wanna come in for a cup of coffee?"
"Sure."
The barefoot boys entered the apartment building, it was only three stories and fifteen apartments. Patrick was in 1B. He walked inside and opened his door. The apartment was one bedroom, but had a spacious living room and a reasonably sized kitchen.
"You live here alone?"
"Yes," Patrick replied. "Only $400 a month plus utilities."
"That's great," Roy said. "I lived in New York and I'd pay twice that for an apartment this size."
"You're from NY?"
"Originally, yes. I'm up from Houston. I heard that in Jockey Hollow the guys are hard and the sex is harder. And judging by what I see in these pants, that rumor is half right."
"More than half."
"Yeah? Prove it!"
The teasing Patrick liked. Roy sat on the sofa and pulled his jeans down. Patrick got down between Roy's legs and licked the shaft. He pulled his cock out from behind the spandex and jerked it. Roy was impressed by the size of Patrick's schlong. He rubbed it with his toes. Patrick took the cock in his mouth and almost devoured it in one shot. It was too big to do that, so he bobbed his way down the shaft until he was able to deep-throat it. When he did, Roy let out a long moan.
Patrick let Roy's cock loose for a moment to remove his jeans and join him on the sofa for some heavy duty kissing. Roy traced his tongue around the perimeter of Patrick's lips and then stuck inside. Their tongues intertwined. Roy got down on his back and they continued to kiss. Patrick turned around to 69. They took each other's hard pulsating cocks inside their respectively warm mouths and sucked like it was a new thing to do. Patrick looked up and saw Roy's dirty toes curl as he was near climax. Patrick fingered Roy's asshole. One finger, then two. Roy moaned, letting Patrick's cock drape to the left and muttered.
"FUCK ME!! I NEED IT BAD!"
Patrick sat up on Roy's chest and got off the sofa. Roy sat on the sofa and leaned back so that his ass hung off the edge of it. Patrick grabbed the boy's ankles and licked his feet. Kissed the soles and cleaned them off a little. Roy, whose feet were sensitive from walking barefoot all the time, liked this and moaned again. He was hept up and on the verge of a massive climax. Patrick knew this and teased the barefoot boy some. He put two fingers inside Roy's quivering hole. Roy moaned louder for Patrick's cock.
Patrick put his cock head between the ass cheeks and pushed hard. He was in and he let Roy know it by fucking him hard. Harder than Sam ... he felt the cock enter inch by inch ... faster ...
As he was fucking, Patrick closed his eyes and recalled being in this same position two months ago fucking Stephen ... poor Stephen. He fucked Stephen a little harder and with more intensity because he was a hustler and had more cocks in his ass than the ordinary Joe. He did recall that after the fuck, they talked over hot coffee and Stephen told Patrick that he feared that he would be murdered for what he stumbled on in the woods. Patrick stopped fucking Roy and sat on the sofa. Confused, Roy sat up.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "Why'd you stop?"
"We'll do this again soon. I just remembered something that is important to a murder investigation."
"Fucking me lead to thoughts about a murder investigation?"
"It's a long story, but I have to go to the Sheriff's."
...
After the major dis job at Patrick's, Roy found himself playing pool in Maggie's. Joey, the camping dude was there. He had another spat with Nicole and was hating woman mighty fierce right now. He stared at Roy's ass as he took his shots and stood on his toes. Joey approached.
"Hi, what's up?" Joey said.
"Not a whole lot. Wanna join the game?"
"Nope. Want some coffee?"
"Yes."
Roy put his stick down and followed Joey into the restaurant. They sat in a booth and Joey called a waitress over. They ordered two coffees. Joey stared at Roy ... he was cute for a guy. Venturing into bi-sexuality wasn't easy for Joey ... before the orgy at the diner, Nicole was the only thing he fucked.
"You like getting fucked?" Joey asked.
"Hell yeah," Roy said. "I was with this guy an hour ago and he flaked out on me."
"What happened?"
"He was fucking me, really fucking me. We were in sync, I was jerking at the same pace he was fucking. I was so close to climax my toes were curling. I was ready for a monster orgasm. Then he stopped."
"Stopped?"
"Cold. He pulled out and I deflated like a balloon. He said something about a murder investigation, something he had just thought of."
"Murder investigation?"
"Yes. Strange fellow."
"But he was a good fuck?"
"A God damned good fuck!"
"Yeah ... " The waitress brought the coffee. She walked away. "My girlfriend's a good fuck too."
"GIRLFRIEND!!!!" Roy nearly burned his throat on the coffee swallowing too fast.
"Yeah, Nikki. Nicole. She's a dumb blonde who thinks the planet we live on is America." He chuckled a little. "We had a fight, but I'm bisexual now. Fucked a guy in the diner yesterday and am now hooked on ass. We had a spat, Nikki and I; but I think she picks fights with me on purpose."
"Why?"
"Make-up sex."
Roy nodded.
"So you enjoy cocks?" Joey asked.
"Very much."
"Shall we take a walk in the wild?"
"I was sorta hoping you'd make a suggestion like that."
They smiled at each other.
...
Patrick entered the Sheriff's department and almost slipped.
"Watch the floor, Patrick," Larry said. "It was just waxed."
"Thanks. Is the Sheriff in?"
"Yes. Hold on." Larry pressed the intercom. "Sheriff?"
"Yes, Larry," Cliff's voice responded over the intercom.
"Patrick Newbury is here and would like to see you."
"Send him in."
Patrick entered the office. Kenny was in a chair opposite Cliff.
"I have some information about Stephen."
"Sit down. You know Agent Westmoreland, right?"
"I think is saw him at Stephen's funeral." They shook hands. "I remembered something Stephen told me about a month ago."
"Go on," Kenny said.
"We had just finished having sex. We were on the terrace and I had made coffee. He told me his life was in danger."
Kenny leaned in. "He told you he felt his life was in danger?"
"Yes. He told me that he was in woods a week prior finishing up a sexual encounter when he heard digging coming from behind the brush in front of him. He approached and crawled under it to the other side. He saw this man dressed in black digging a grave, a swallow grave and then kick a male body in it."
"Male? You're sure he said male?"
"Yes. He said, `I saw the dead kid's cock.' He was surprised to see such a sight in broad daylight."
"What time did he say he say it?" the Sheriff asked.
"Mid-afternoon."
"What did you say to him?"
"I told him he was crazed. That nobody would bury a dead body in the middle of the day. He was adamant. `The man saw me. He turned around and looked at me through the eye holes of a ski mask.' I still said he was crazy. That he was probably in one of his fuck hazes and hallucinated the whole thing."
"Fuck hazes?" Kenny said.
"Yeah. You've never heard of it?" Cliff and Kenny shook their heads. "It's when you're fucked so many times in one day that your brain gets loopy. Do you what he told me? That that afternoon he saw the digging he had been fucked seventeen times in eight hours. Made hundreds of dollars that day alone. The guy was sick. He has cock on his brain 24/7. He couldn't think straight. There was no way he saw what he saw."
"Mr. Newbury," Kenny said. "Have you ever been a victim of this affliction?"
"In high school I was, yes. That's how I know about it."
"Why did it take you so long to come to us with this?"
"Do you believe in deja vu?"
"Yes," Kenny said.
"I was in my apartment fucking this gorgeous stud in the same place and position I fucked Stephen in the day he told me what he told me. The experience triggered my memory."
"Were you and Stephen close?" Kenny asked.
"I hired him once as a hustler. Every other time we had sex he came to my place and we did it as friends."
"All initiated by him?"
"Yes."
"How many times after the first one did you fuck Stephen?"
"About eight."
"In what time frame?"
"Two months."
"Is that all you wanted to tell us, Patrick?" Cliff said.
"Yeah."
"Okay, you can go then."
Patrick stood and left.
"Whatcha think?" the Sheriff asked.
"Bizarre that he would dismiss such a revelation by a friend."
"Almost insulting calling it an hallucination of a `fuck haze,' huh?"
"I've never heard of that."
"I suppose that the brain can get hazed over if you get fucked seventeen times in an eight hour period. But if it causes one to hallucinate a man in black digging a grave and kicking a body in it, I don't know."
"But in this case he wasn't seeing things. He saw the killer burying a victim."
"Patrick came to town three months ago."
"Let's keep an eye on him. Our first suspect."
...
The woods were the place for sex and Joey knew it. He took Roy to the exact spot he camped with Nicole and undressed. Roy got on his knees and stroked Joey's cock. Played with it until it could slip inside his mouth. It grew and Roy started sucking. Joey closed his eyes and felt his cock swell in Roy's hot lips. He fucked Roy's face, making his cock slick, for this was not the ultimate destination of his. Roy wanted this cute kid's cock in his ass.
"Can I fuck you like I fuck Nikki?"
"Whatever you want," Roy said. "Just make me feel it."
"You got it. Get on your stomach."
Roy undressed and got on his stomach. Joey got between the hunk's legs. Here lay a sexual anomaly. Here was a 6' hunk, big cock, the stuff that would make the most frigid of women wet and horny, was on his stomach about to get plugged by a cock. Joey thought the whole thing was interesting. This town was filled with surprises. His cock hardened, he spread Roy's ass cheeks, inserted a finger, then two. Roy moaned for the cock. Joey gave it to him, hard and fast. He moved up and down. Roy screamed for it. Screamed for more. Joey gave it to him and gave it to him good. In and out - up and down - in and out. Joey moaned, Roy screamed. This was better than Patrick. Patrick was too gentle. Joey knew how to fuck. Roy felt his cock explode in the dirt beneath him. He screamed a loud moan as he did. Ecstasy!
Joey moaned a lot and plunged in for the final thrust, releasing a load to be reckoned with into Roy's firm ass. Roy got an instant hard on and dumped another load as soon as it was hard. Two orgasms in less than five minutes. Nobody ever made him do that before, Roy thought, "Joey was one God-damned good fuck and Nicole was very lucky.
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