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.
Jockey Hollow has buried one of its youngest boys. Joey was laid to rest alongside another young favorite. Now as the funeral breaks up, the guy responsible for digging the graves is a young hot kid, aged 22, and always hard and horny.
EPISODE LVI
The storage shed was where Roland brought his men back to give head to. That was all he was into, sucking and swallowing. Cooper followed him inside. He looked around and no one else had followed him. He rubbed his now semi-hard cock and Roland quickly nodded his head. The idea of having sex in here always excited Roland. Cooper's cock was rock hard and sticking out of the waistband of his dress pants. Roland pulled out Cooper's thick cock, and knelt on the blacktop and took his cock inside his waiting mouth. He began to suck on his cockhead. He took Roland's head into his hands and held it tight. Roland took the whole cock and he bucked and moaned softly. Roland worked on Cooper's cock and it quickly got hard and started fucking the gravedigger's mouth. Roland moved his hands down the inside of Cooper's thighs and spread his legs. He working up a load of cum, massaging Cooper's oversized balls. He was moaning softly and Roland was sucking hard and using his tongue on his cock-head. Cooper's body stiffened and jerked and emptied his balls into Roland's mouth. Roland savored the load and swallowed. Cooper left and Patrick was waiting his turn at this kid's hot mouth. He began by kissing Patrick me for a about a minute and then he stepped back a little and felt Patrick's big cock.
"That's a big one," Roland said. "Yeah, I know," Patrick said, pulling his pants down and jacked the cock. Patrick was oozing lots of pre-cum, the way he always did when he was really hot and horny. Roland jacked Patrick for a few seconds before putting his mouth on Patrick's cock-head. Patrick was extremely horny, not having any sex since the accident. He was indeed ready to relieve his stress. It only took a little bit of hot sucking and Patrick knew he was going to shoot. Roland watched closely and just seconds before Patrick was ready to shoot he got on his knees and deep-throated the large cock, sucking it so hard Patrick instantly unloaded in Roland's mouth. Roland swallowed quickly to keep up with the sizable load.
...
Maggie's was crowded. Dinner time always was. Bryan and Yoli entered and sat in a booth. They had just been at the funeral and were too depressed to go home.
"He was too young," Yoli said. "It's sad."
"Yes it is."
She hugged her brother.
"Be careful. You meet so many guys and don't wear a condom. I hope you don't get AIDS."
"Don't worry. I ask."
"Oh and they're going to tell you the truth. They're after the same thing you are. A quickie. They'll say they're negative just to hook up."
"That's not true. I've chatted with guys who have admitted they were positive."
"Still, you should not do it so much. I see so many young guys at work."
Jack approached them. He was carrying a cup of coffee. He had closed the shop in respect for Joey. He asked if he could join them.
"I couldn't help overhear you. Yoli, if he's going to get AIDS, he's going to get it from anyone, someone he's just met, or someone's he's been with for years. Meeting people you chat with for sex is exciting. It stirs the juices. Faceless strangers, the thrill of the chase, you know. There was this guy at the shop the other night. He was chatting with some girl who was really turning him on. He was rubbing his cock and really got into it. He found out that she was in Jockey Hollow and went to get laid by her. He returned an hour later and found out that the chick was a chuck. It all in the chase -- the thrill of the chase."
"But the chances narrow when you reduce the number of partners," Yoli said.
"True, but how many people stand you up when they agree to meet?"
Yoli nodded.
"Things were different before the age of AIDS and the age of cybersex. You were more discerning with your partners. It depended on what you wanted, what you were willing to do, and what you were willing to pay. It depended a lot on what you paid. I remember a place in New York City, back when sex was the thing. Twenty years ago I was in a -- I don't know what you called it -- a bookstore with a backroom. The room had cement floors. Cold to those who dared walk barefoot on the cum stained, piss-invested floors. The room had several coves, and open areas too. Circle jerks were popular, the game round robin was very popular. But men could go inside private rooms for sex.
"I was there one night and approached a kid your age Bryan, early twenties, he was leaning against the wall wearing jeans. He was barechested and barefoot. He was adorable. I'd have fucked him all night. But he had a price tag. When I propositioned him he told me what his price was."
Jack paused to sip his coffee and for effect.
"Five hundred dollars," he said. "My mouth dropped. I only had a hundred, but NOBODY'S worth that price -- nobody! I didn't tease or throw an insult at him, I merely said he was too high and moved on. Today, I'm sure people hustle online. They state a price and if you like the goods you have the sex. No hustler takes the cash after the sex. It's always up front. That way the john can't back down if the sex wasn't up to what he expected. But when you don't see the goods beforehand, it's difficult to know what you're getting into. The guy can describe himself as Bryan and turn out to be someone old looking for a kid. That would be a waste of both their time."
"I hate when that happens," Bryan said.
"But you don't meet people in a neutral place," Yoli said. "You give them our address and they're on our doorstep."
"There's a lot to say for your brother's methods," Jack said. "I knew this guy from California who coined the phrase ‘the twenty minute fuck.'"
Bryan smiled and nodded.
"I don't wanna get dressed drive to meet the person, decide if I want him, then come back home to have him fuck me. I want him to show up, fuck me, give me his load and leave so I can get back online to find another person. At least I can be naked and waiting."
...
Kenny sat in the Sheriff's office fixated by the many irc windows he had open. He was in #GAYNEBASKA as "scottie16." He was having fun with the Chatwatch program. He was messaged by several guys, looking only for talk. Then he struck gold.
stats.
16, 5'7, 145#, blond/blue, smooth. U?
The cursor blinked for what seemed an eternity. Kenny thought that jhstud would back down since the person he was chatting with was "16." But then:
32, 5'9, 160#, brown/brown, 8" cut.
That was the first thing he did wrong, give a penis size to a minor. Kenny right clicked his mouse and pulled up the location of the guy's computer. It was a street address right here in Jockey Hollow. Now to get the guy to invite.
does "jh" stand for Jockey Hollow?
yes. why?
because I'm in jockey hollow 2!!! J
awesome. What r u looking for?
fun. What r u into?
everything! Looking to hook up?
The invitation!
I don't have a place. I live at home.
of course you do. Want to cum here?
does it matter to u that I'm only 16?
not to me, babe. Do u care that I'm twice your age?
nope!
This was too easy. Jhstud gave his address, it was the same as what Chatwatch gave. Kenny smiled and signed off. The intercom buzzed and Larry's voice came over it.
"Agent Westmoreland?"
"Larry?"
"Yes?"
"Are you calling me to say that Scott's outside?"
"Yes sir."
"Send him in."
A minute later, a 16 year old boy, matching the description of "scottie16" entered. Kenny stood and looked him over.
"Welcome to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, son."
STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE LVII, WHICH WILL BE POSTED ON MONDAY JULY 20, 1998. SEASON III COMES TO END MONDAY AUGUST 10, 1998. SEASON IV WILL THEREFORE COMMENCE MONDAY SEPTEMBER 7.