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 X
Kenneth Westmoreland was a hunk. The stud of the bureau. He was 6'0, blond hair, hazel eyes, and the cutest dimple when he smiled. He pulled up in front of the Sheriff's station in a Chevy -- company issue. He stepped out and straightened his stiffly starched suit. He walked into the station. Larry, who had been drooling since he laid eyes on Kenny, had a hard-on in his pants when he stood and greeted the guest.
"Sheriff Clifford Alexander?"
"Hardly," Larry said. "Right this way." Larry knocked on the door and poked his head in. The Sheriff was still with Zina, Nicky, and Wade. "That FBI dude is here, Cliff?"
"Dude?" Kenny said, smiling.
"Show him in, Larry."
Kenny entered and looked around. Zina stood and Nicky and Wade looked the newcomer over.
"Kenneth Westmoreland, FBI."
"Sheriff Cliff Alexander, these are my deputies, Nick and Wade." Kenny shook their hands firmly. The sexual tension was obvious. "And this is Zina Wirley, the sister of the deceased."
"I'm very sorry," the FBI agent said. "You're here to claim the body, I assume."
"Yes."
"I'll have to examine it first."
"An autopsy was performed," Cliff said.
"Yes, but I'm here now and will have to do my own investigation. I'm looking for specific things."
"May I join you for that?" Cliff asked.
"Yes. We'll do that first then you can take the body, Miss Wirly."
"I also heard that you have two suspects in custody."
"Yes."
"I'll speak with them after I examine Stephen."
"Okay."
"Lead the way, Sheriff."
The Sheriff lead Kenny to the morgue. It was down a long flight of stairs. Kenny stopped walking and the Sheriff turned. It wasn't long before they were kissing. Ken took his jacket off and the Sheriff removed his uniform shirt. Kenny sat down and took Cliff's cock out. He licked it. He took the head into his mouth and sucked it. Then he bobbed his way up and down the cock until he had the whole thing inside his mouth. Cliff closed his eyes and began to thrust his hips forward. Kenny sighed as he felt the cock go in and out of his mouth, gliding over his lips.
"You're good," Cliff said. Kenny didn't answer, he just continued concentrating on sucking this large cock. He then moved on it faster and harder. He took the cock and deep-throated it every time he went down. He sucked at a frantic pace, licking his tongue up the shaft and down the shaft as he sucked. Lotsa tongue was what Kenny liked. The Sheriff held on to Kenny's head and fucked his mouth. HARDER!
"AHHHH!!!!...OOOOOOOOO!!!" Cliff moaned.
He shot the load into the agent's mouth. Cum hit the back of his throat. It tasted good. Kenny licked up the excess.
"Now, let's take a look at that body."
They composed themselves and entered the morgue. Stephen's body was in a drawer that Cliff opened. Kenny remarked on how young Stephen was. They carried him over to the examining table.
"How did you know about this?"
"You sent us e-mail."
"I did?"
"Yes." Kenny reached into his shirt and pulled out a
(big fat dildo for Cliff to sit on)
piece of plain white paper. While Kenny looked at the head and mouth he looked at Cliff, still reading the paper. God he was cute. Kenny wanted to do more than just suck Cliff.
"I did not send this."
"That's your e-mail address, isn't it?
"Yes, but I never sent this letter." ...
In the cell block Wade and Nicky returned to see how the preps were doing. Nicky went into Michael's cell and Wade into Ryan's. They untied the boys.
"You have a meeting with an FBI agent later," Nicky said. "You were spared Mickey. Man were you spared."
"If either of you utter one word of this to anyone. We'll come for you?" Wade said.
"I'll agree," Michael said, "on one condition."
"Oh?" Nicky replied.
"Fuck me like you fucked Ryan. But without the ropes. Both of you at the same time. But no ropes."
Wade looked at Nicky. They smiled. Ryan, still woozy from his experience sat on the bunk. The deputies entered Michael's cell. They took their cocks out and Michael dropped to his knees. He took Wade first, sucking his cock down to the base. He was gay; Ryan wasn't. Michael just didn't enjoy bondage games. He liked it hard, fast, but not restricted. It was Ryan's idea to invite Stephen for a bondage session. Ryan liked to dominate.
"Yeah, you're good," Nicky said as Michael deep-throated him. "You're real good."
Wade moved behind Michael, who got up and leaned over, continuing to suck Nicky. Wade fingered his ass, fitting two fingers in his whole. Wade used his boots to separate Michael's barefeet and spread the ass cheeks.
"Oh yeah!" Michael moaned as he felt the cock enter his ass. He stood up, momentarily leaving Nicky's cock. He closed his eyes and felt it penetrate.
"Suck my cock!" Wade said. "You swallow?"
"Not really."
"Well there's a first time for everything," Nicky said.
Michael put his mouth back on Nicky's cock, it slid in with ease. He fucked the kid's mouth as Wade's cock cut through layers of sphincter muscle. He fucked the boy's ass. Michael jerked his cock off. It was straining. Ryan watched his buddy get fucked without ropes.
"Yeah," Ryan said, leaping to the floor from his bunk. "Fuck him good!"
He walked to the bars, his cock dangled between them. Wade came first, slamming his load down the prisoner's mouth. Michael was not used to swallowing so cum dripped down the side of his mouth. Nicky exploded inside Michael's ass. He cock pounded away until it reached climax. He used the cum as lube to continue fucking.
...
"Who has access to your e-mail account?"
"No one."
"Not your secretary?"
"Larry? Please. He has his own. He gets e-mail from hundreds of guys a week. No. No one has my e-mail password."
"So it is password protected?"
"Yes."
"So he's a hacker too?"
"Who? Can you explain this to me?"
"Four and a half years ago a young hustler from San Francisco was found beaten and drowned in the Bay. Five months later another one was found in Santa Monica Marina, five months later, one was found in the Hudson River in New York City. Get the picture? Twelve murders in sixty months -- coast to coast. Five months ago, a body was dragged from the Mississippi River. Now there's one in Jockey Hollow. All hustlers."
"But are you sure that these murders were committed by the same person? What about copy cats?"
"No chance of a copy cat. The specific details of his murders were not reported in the papers. All that was said was how the victims were killed. The victims were tortured prior to their death."
"You can tell that?"
Kenny turned the body over. He put on a pair of latex gloves that were on the counter next to the body. He took a pair of tweezers from his lapel pocket and spread Stephen's stiff ass cheeks.
"The boy got fucked a lot, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, here." Kenny reached in and pulled out a small wood chip. He went further and pulled out another. "Stephen, like the eleven before him had a major league baseball bat enter his rectum, top half first. The killer then broke the bat in half while it was still lodged inside. The killer then beat Stephen unconscious with the bat before drowning him. That's the detail that the public never knew about. It's constant in every murder. We are dealing with a psychopath, Sheriff. And I think he's in Jockey Hollow. I won't need to see Ryan and Michael after all, I'm sure they are not serial killers. Release them, Sheriff."
STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE XI, TO BE POSTED ON MONDAY MAY 16, 1997. LOOK FOR A RE-POST OF EPISODE X ON FRIDAY MAY 13, 1997.