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 VIII
Augie was on his back to his dorm. He heard the winds stirring and knew a twister was on its way. He was coming from his friends room on the other side of campus -- a friend who fucked him endlessly. It was now 5:00 p.m. and he was hungry, for more sex. He figured Sloan could satisfy his needs as he waited out the storm. He closed his eyes and relived his buddy's cock penetrating his ass.
"Why don't you wait out the storm with me?" Augie's buddy asked. But Augie wanted to go back to his room. "I'll make it well worth you while."
As Augie approached his dorm he began to regret his decision. In front of the building was a courtyard. There were picnic tables where students ate their lunch or just gathered. Sitting on one of the tables were four boys from a fraternity: Mark, Kevin, Zack, and Tony. They wore T-shirts and jeans. The T-shirts had the letters: TKS on the front. Augie knew that this fraternity was notoriously anti-gay -- two of his friends were beaten by boys from this House.
"Well, well, well, look who's back," Kevin said and rose from the table and approached Augie. "Look guys...it's fag boy Hanover."
"We've got something for you Hanover," Mark said.
"Four somethings," Tony replied.
They got off the bench. Augie tried dogging them but they cornered him and Mark punched him in the face. Augie's nose bled. He moved closer to Augie and punched him again. Augie humped over and Zack put pushed him onto the bench. The twister rumbled behind them. Augie was put on his back. His clothes were ripped off violently. Mark got on the bench and took his cock out. He held Augie's legs in the air as Zack took first shots at fucking Augie. A dubious contest won because he could piss the furthest. Mark dangled his cock over Augie's mouth.
"Open your mouth you freak!" Mark screamed over the pounding of the twister.
Tony, also with his cock out leapt on the table and held Augie's nose. In less than a minute, Augie's mouth sprung open and Mark inserted his cock into Augie's mouth. The frat boys took turns fucking both openings. Tony and Mark had control of Augie's mouth and Zack and Kevin had control of Augie's ass. They fucked his hard and made sure it hurt. Tears streamed down Augie's cheek. As much as he enjoyed an orgy, this was not one -- this was a gang rape.
...
The Sheriff approached the boys Seth identified as going off with Stephen.
He approached them. They were cute, innocent looking. They looked up at Cliff.
"Hi," Ryan said.
"You went off with a hustler last night. You hired a boy named Stephen, correct."
"Who are you?"
"Sheriff Clifford Alexander."
"Sheriff?"
"Where did you go with Stephen?"
"No where."
"What?"
"We were going to go a motel or something but he backed out."
"Who backed out?"
"Stephen."
The Sheriff snickered.
"What are you names?"
"Ryan Edwards."
"Michael Quinn." Michael had an Irish accent.
"I find it hard to believe that Stephen Wirly refused money."
"He didn't want to do what we wanted him to do," Ryan said.
"What was that?"
"Well -- "
"Excuse me, Sheriff," Michael chimed in. "But why all the questions?"
"Because Stephen Wirly was found floating in the lake behind this diner."
Ryan and Michael stared at each other.
"What did you want him to do?" the Sheriff asked.
"Bondage," Ryan said. "We wanted to put him on his stomach and tie his feet and hands together then took turns fucking him."
"Stephen did that before. It wasn't new to him. It was in his bag of tricks. I know that for a fact."
"Well he didn't want to."
"How much were you offering him?"
"Five hundred."
"Five!" the Sheriff said. "Now I know you're wrong. Stephen would do anything for that money. I'm bringing the both of you in on suspicion."
"You can't do that," Michael said.
"I can hold you for 72 hours without charging you." The Sheriff handcuffed both of them together and lead them out to his car. The wind was strong.
"Wait til we get out. You're going down, Sheriff," Ryan threatened.
"Not before I bring you before a jury for second degree murder."
The Sheriff drove off. ...
The tornado rumbled and made its way across the campus of Nebraska State University. It wasn't over Jockey Hollow yet but was on its way. Augie's ass was raw. No lube, just relentless flesh grinding against flesh. Kevin had is cock in Augie's ass and pounded. Zack was holding his feet. Tony and Mark were taking turns at Augie's mouth. Augie was thrashing, kicking his feet.
"Stop moving," Zack screamed over the twister. "Don't make us beat you."
TKSs were famous for this. Augie knew that at a college in New Jersey they were banned from campus for violent hazing. This was not a hazing incident, but it certainly was an act -- a brutal act -- of violence. He braced himself for the onslaught of cum that he was about to feel. He knew that once one came, the rest would follow, making sure that every drop landed inside Augie's body. Kevin's body trembled as he put his cock into the hilt. He released his cum in five blasts. Five pelts of cum entered Augie's ass. Then Zack handed the ankles off to Kevin and stepped in. Kevin's cum was oozing out of the hole. His ass was hot and throbbing in pain. It was sore. Zack knelt between Augie's legs and pound his cock into the hilt with on jolt. Then his eyes closed. Augie's eyes bulged from the pain, but couldn't scream because of Mark's cock. The tornado ripped through the campus behind them. Tony, standing behind Mark yelled:
"We gotta get out of here!"
"No way!" Zack said.
"We're gonna get killed!"
Zack smiled and released his load. The wind picked Kevin up and slammed him against the building. Zack grabbed onto Augie's feet and ruthlessly -- with every intention to hurt -- thrusted his cock inside Augie's aching hole. He shot his load. Kevin stood up and watched Mark drain his load into Augie's mouth. When he backed off to let Tony at him, the twister hit the picnic table, sending all five boys flying in five directions. Augie, his luck really going his way, crashed through the window of the dormitory. The twister subsided and the winds calmed suddenly.
Augie rose from the floor. The lobby was deserted. He was naked, cum was dripping from his ass and mouth, his eyes were blackened and his legs were bruised. He had a hard time walking. If only the twister had hit sooner he would have been spared most of the rape.
The five TKSs were unharmed -- always the way, right? The bad guys end up standing. They collected themselves and although their rape of Augie was cut short, they walked away with a strong sense of accomplishment.
Augie went to his room. Sloan was at his computer. The power was restored and he was in an AOL chat room. He stopped when he saw Augie.
"What the fuck happened to you?" Sloan approached his roommate and put his arm around his shoulders to help him to the bed. Augie wrapped his arms around Sloan an began crying. Big heavy wet tears poured from his eyes. "Augie?"
"I was -- " he closed his eyes to blink away his tears.
"What? You were caught in the twister?"
"Yes, but worse than that -- much -- GOD!!!"
"Augie?"
"I WAS RAPED!!"
He continued to cry on Sloan's shoulder.
...
The Sheriff put the boys in adjoining cells. They were guarded by Wade Nelson and Nick Horatio. Both horny toads and both looking at the preppies.
Nick opened Ryan's cell. Ryan was sitting on the top bunk. Nick licked his lips and rubbed his crotch. He stood right in front of Ryan.
"We loved Stephen here. Stephen was a friend of ours. We don't kindly to strangers coming to Jockey Hollow and killing our friends."
Ryan remained silent, studying the deputy's eyes, the cell door was open. Michael looked in and was also studying Nick. Ryan looked at the gate and leapt from the bunk.
"Wade!" Nick said.
There was Wade, suddenly in front of Ryan. Nick stood behind Ryan. His cock was out and he was stroking it. Wade produced a rope from his pocket. Michael watched, helpless. Wade looked at him.
"You jealous, Mikey? Don't worry, you're next."
"W-what are you going to do?" Ryan asked.
"What you did to poor Stevie, only difference, we ain't paying." ...
Upstairs, Larry Peterson, the Sheriff's Guy Friday was busy at his computer typing the police reports on Ryan Edwards and Michael Quinn. Outside the winds were whipping up, the front that hit Nebraska University was heading north for Jockey Hollow. Larry stood to refill his coffee cup and paused when he saw the door open. A fairly attractive girl in her mid-20s entered the police station.
"Hello," she said.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, your holding my brother?"
"Oh yes. Are you Miss Edwards or Miss Quinn?"
"Who? No, my name's Zina -- Zina Wirley."
Stay TUNED FOR EPISODE IX, POSTED ON MONDAY JUNE 2, 1997. EPISODE VIII WILL BE REPOSTED ON FRIDAY MAY 30, 1997