Date: Mon, 30 Jun 1997 20:57:38 -0400
From: "marc s. mustacchio" <marc@interactive.net>
Subject: JOCKEY HOLLOW XII

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 XII

	Adam got out of shower and tied a towel around his waist. He enjoyed
having sex with Patrick on the floor of that tool shed. He had no loyalty
to Cooper, they were friends. He closed his eyes and pictured Patrick's
cock in his mouth. Man sucking cock was awesome. The doorbell rang. He went
to the door and opened it. It was Amy, cute as ever. She had on a polo
shirt, khaki shorts, a pair of ankle socks and low top sneakers. Her hair
was tied into a bun that sat neatly on top of her head.
	"Hello, Adam," she said. "May I come in?"
	"I suppose."
	He let her enter and she looked around. He closed the door. "I've been
meaning to come here, but Cooper seems overtly protective of you. As if you
were his protege."
	"I'm not."
	"Good."
	She approached him and put sneakered her toes on his bare toes and boosted
herself up. She kissed him on the mouth.
	"I miss you, Adam. I miss your hot, throbbing cock."
	"You -- you..."
	"Sh!"  she whispered, licking the water droplets from his chest. "I miss
feeling your cock in my mouth." She undid the towel and stroked his cock.
It was putty in her hands -- just like before. Amy could always control him by
appealing to his cock. It grew in her hands.
	"Amy, please..."
	"Remember our first date, Adam? Remember that night in your jeep when I
sucked you off."
	Adam did. He closed his eye:

...
	Parked in the deserted Walmart parking lot at 1 a.m. on their first date,
Amy and Adam were kissing. Kissing on the first date was always Amy's
style. Adam, who was still a virgin, felt strange being with a girl so
experienced -- embarrassed by his own like of experience. She moved his hand
over his pants. She undid the zipper. Giving blow jobs on the first date
was also Amy's style. Fucking, however, came on the second. Sex was always
a part of Amy's life. She lost her virginity at the age of 13 when she
seduced a Federal Express delivery man into fucking her. Since then, she
was addicted to cock. Adam was naive to her and when he felt her mouth on
his cock, he had no previous knowledge to pull from and came instantly in
her mouth -- adding to his embarrassment. She told him not to worry, she
understood. And when she fucked him on their second date, it was Amy that
showed him how. Everything that he knew about sex he owed to her and her
alone. How could he leave her? How could he be so cold?

...
	Adam glanced at her sucking his cock and lifted her up. He kissed her and
took her into Cooper's bedroom. He sat on the bed and undressed her. She
closed her eyes and embellished the feeling of his hands on her body...loving
every bit of his removing of her clothing. When she was naked like he was,
she pushed him onto his back and impaled herself onto his cock, crushing
her breasts into his chest. Amy was the first girl to ever have sex in
Cooper's bed.

...

	Standing on the riverside, Kenny glanced down and saw what he was looking
for, a diamond stud earring. Cliff joined him. Kenny reached into his
pocket and removed a pair tweezers and a plastic evidence bag. He got on
his knees and picked it up.
	"This has been found at every murder. Our murderer's calling card."
	"An earring? Why? What does it signify?"
	"Have yet to figure that out. But at every murder scene, one of these have
been found."
	Kenny put the earring in the bag and sealed it. He put it in his breast
pocket.
	"Ever skinny dip in this lake, Cliff?"
	"When I was a kid."
	"Wanna skinny dip tonight?"
	Kenny pulled Cliff to him and kissed him on the mouth. Cliff smiled and
began undressing. Kenny joined him and they dived in together. They
surfaced and kissed again. Cliff swam to the river bank and laid back.
Kenny swam to him and licked the bottoms of his feet. Kenny took a hold of
the Sheriff's feet and licked them from heel to toe and then stuck his
tongue in and out between each toe. Cliff moaned and stroked his ever
growing cock. Kenny moved to the other foot and did the same. He enjoyed
licking feet. His own cock was growing to an erect state.
	"Oh, Kenny...oh my God, Kenny."
	"Like that, Sheriff?"
	"Yes."
	Kenny sucked each toe now, taking each and sucking them like he would a
cock. He then took all toes of one foot into his mouth and licked across
the toe line, slowly with the tip of his tongue. Cliff shook with pleasure,
raising his body up to counter the immense erotic feeling that overcame his
body. Nobody ever licked his feet in this way. Kenny's secret fetish was
out of the bag. FBI Agent Kenneth Westmoreland had a thing for feet. He
loved barefeet especially. Loved licking them, staring at them.
	"Kenny fuck me...fuck me  before I come and lose this incredible feeling."
	Kenny lifted Cliff's hairy legs and spit on  his palm. He worked it into
his cock and into Cliff's ass. He kissed the bottoms of the Sheriff's feet
before pocking his cock head between Cliff's cheeks. He inserted it in and
pushed. Cliff rested his foot on the FBI agent's shoulder and felt the hard
cock going in. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it, it hurt a little but he
went with it. Kenny started slow, fucking him in short, choppy strokes.
	"Oh yes," Cliff said. "Fuck me...fuck me harder..."
	Kenny smiled and quickened his pace, fucking the Sheriff harder, slamming
his cock into the tight ass. Cliff hardly got fucked, but with Kenny, he
could not resist. Kenny represented everything Cliff loved about being gay.
Strong, dominant, smart, cute, and a law-enforcement officer. Cliff clasped
his hands behind his head and watched Kenny. Kenny gripped Cliff's ankles
and fucked him harder, wanting to send his load deep inside Cliff's ass.
	"Oh yeah! Fuck me," Cliff said, thrusting his ass forward into Kenny's
ass. Cliff's own cock was now pulsating at a record pace and Cliff stopped
jerking, hoping the fucking would get him off. It did. He came into the
air. The light wind blew it into Kenny's face. Kenny closed his eyes and
moaned out into the night. He shot his cum into Cliff's ass in three long
wads. The goo dripped from Cliff's ass as Kenny went limp and fell out of
Cliff. Kenny crawled up to Cliff's face and kissed him. Cliff put his arms
around him and kissed his forehead.
	"Kenny?"
	"Yeah?"
	"What do you think happened to Stephen up here that night? Why didn't
anyone here his screams? Was he tortured here or somewhere else?"
	"Somewhere else...where, we'll have to find out, but I think he was brought
here to be drowned and dumped."
	"By someone in Jockey Hollow?"
	"Yes. I think the killer is in Jockey Hollow. He either used your computer
to e-mail me or hacked into it from somewhere else. But my guess would be
is that he broke into your office and kept trying until he discovered your
password. I would change it if I were you."
	"Okay."
	They glanced up at the night sky. The stars were beginning to come out.
	"Wanna cup of coffee?" Kenny said.
	"Kiss me again."
	Kenny turned and got on top of the Sheriff. He gave him a smooth soulful
kiss. One that sent a charge through Cliff's body. They stood and walked
back to where their clothes were. Cliff and Kenny dressed and walked back
to the diner. Their relationship now consummated.

...
 	Adam's body jolted as he shot his cum into Amy. Amy also jolted -- just like
old times. Their sex had been great, but were they compatible outside the
sack? Could Amy get passed his flirting with men? Could she honestly deal
with his bisexuality? Was she even willing to try?
	"Adam," she said lying next to him, tracing a circle around his left nipple.
	"Yes."
	"Can I have you back?"
	"Do you want me back?"
	"I think so."
	"You aren't sure?"
	"I'd be willing to try."
	"Deal with having a bi-fiance?"
	"Yes -- yes, I think I can."
	Adam sat up on one elbow. He wanted to look at her. He smiled. 
	"Let's go home," she said. "I do believe I'm the first woman ever to have
sex in this bed."
	"Cooper may burn it."
	"Does he really hate woman that bad."
	"No, I think he loves men too much. He went to Omaha to visit a friend in
trouble."
	"Augie?"
	"Yes. He was raped by four fraternity boys."
	" `Raped,' did you say `raped'"
	"Yes."
	"How in the world is that possible? The guy has had sex with more men than
even Cooper."
	"Remember the `Accused'? Jodi Foster's character was promiscuous and she
was raped."
	"Yeah that's true."
	She snuggled against his shoulder and kissed him. 
	"Sleep here tonight," he said. "Cooper won't be back for a few days. We
can play house until then."
	"Oh Adam...you know how incredibly horny you make me...could you stand making
love to me all night long?"
	"I think I can...though I may need a little boost to get me going again."
	"Easily cured."
	He laid down flat and she licked his limp cock---Adam and Amy were a
couple again.


STAY TUNED FOR EPIDODE XIII, WHICH WILL BE POSTED ON MONDAY JULY 7, 1997. A
REPOST OF THIS EPISODE WILL APPEAR ON FRIDAY JULY 4 ALONG WITH STORY LINE
SUMMARIES FOR EPISODES X, XI, & XII.