Date: Mon, 14 Jul 1997 14:43:16 -0400
From: Marc Mustacchio <marc@onyx.interactive.net>
Subject: JOCKEY HOLLOW: EPISODE XIV

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 XIV

	Maria Gonzalez Langsford was born in Mexico, daughter of a citrus
grower. When she was 17 she had her one and only sexual encounter with a
man, her brother's best friend went out on a date with her and they had
sex, consensual on both sides, but horrid. She was not into it. Feeling
a hard cock in her secret garden made her ill. It was painful when he
put his cock into her. She was 18 when she tried woman. The woman worked
for the family as a picker and Maria seduced her into bed. This was
blissful. That night, however turned to tragedy. Her brother walked in
on them. He was so shocked he woke the house. Her father grabbed his
shot gun and killed the picker. Maria barely escaped with her life. She
crossed the border into Texas and wound up in Nebraska. Under a false
name and forged visa, she got into Nebraska University. That was seven
years ago, when Cooper was there as a member of the grounds-keeping
crew. Cooper was the President of the Gay & Lesbian Pride Club and Maria
joined so that she would have friends. She managed to escape detection
for three years, then trouble started again. Two men from the
Immigration Task Force (ITF), the search and seizure arm of the
Immigration Department caught up with Maria and threatened to deport
her. If she wanted to become a citizen, she'd have to re-enter the
country as a legal alien. She knew that as soon as she returned home her
father would kill her. So she went to Cooper.
	Cooper had a small apartment, the one that Maria was in now. He getting
fucked by a baseball player -- a strong strapping blond who he had been
trying to land for months. Maria pounded on his door.
	"Cooper!!!" she screamed. "Cooper!!!"
	Cooper threw he pants on and opened the door. Maria apologized and told
him her predicament. The baseball player suggested Cooper marry her so
that she could become a citizen. Cooper was not the marrying
type -- neither was Maria. But there was a threat to her life and she was
his friend. So that night, they went to the Justice of the Peace, with
Augie as a witness, and got hitched. The arrangement would be that she
would stay in Cooper's apartment in Omaha and he would leave. Their
story would be that he husband was a truck driver and was not home
much.  She agreed. The following day, the men from the ITF was at her
door with a warrant for her deportation. She and Cooper presented them
with their marriage certificate. Fully legal.
	Now Maria was more a woman, more an activist in the Gay and Lesbian
community, and a bitter person. She was also secretly in love with
Cooper. She was a confused girl. And when Cooper showed up at her door
after making love with Augie, she was even more confused.
	"Maria," he said entering.
	"Cooper, why are you here?" 
	"I'm your husband."
	"You were with Augie?"
	"Did you hear what happened to him?"
	"No, what?"
	"He was gang raped by four frat boys. Held down against his will and
rampaged."
	Maria sat down on the sofa. She was stunned. She envisioned by held
down by four hormone enraged fraternity and forced to suck their cocks
and get fucked by their cocks. A tear ran down her cheek, she recalled
how painful it was when she had sex with her brother's friend.
	"Is he -- " She composed herself. "Did he report it to the police?"
	"I told him it wouldn't get him any where?"
	"You're right. Look what happened to you in Lincoln?"
	"Yes."
	"Would you like something? Coffee -- tea -- "
	(ME)
	She stood up and walked to the kitchen. The conversation was making her
antsy. What happened to Augie was horrible. She felt for him. But there
was a burning desire in her to rip Cooper's clothes off and fuck him to
insanity. But WHY? WHY? Why did she hate a man's cock so much and desire
Cooper's so much? Could it be that Cooper was gay too? 
	Cooper looked around the apartment. The apartment that was once his.
	"How are things in Jockey Hollow?"
	"We buried Stephen yesterday."
	"The hustler?"
	"Yes."
	"What happened to him?"
	"Murder."
	"Oh God, you're just bursting with good news. How's the diner?"
	"That's going good."
	"Oh?"
	"Yes."
	Maria brought the coffee. The conversation was not moving. The only
thing they had in common was their homosexuality. He had saved her life
by marrying her and staying married to her for all these years. She
decided to just go for it...ask him outright without reservations, without
regret. She'd hate herself if she never asked him.
	"Cooper?"
	"Yes," he said, taking some of the coffee in his mouth.
	"Would you fuck me?"
	SPLAT!!! The coffee, like a projectile, went right into Maria's face.

...
	Kenny had been refreshed after that show in Maggie's back room. He sat
up a chalkboard in the Sheriff's conference room. Cliff, Wade, and Nicky
were seated facing Kenny.
	"Okay, I've designed a time line of Stephen's last night. I met with a
person with Tex. He met Stephen at around 0200. They went to a motel on
Route 77 and had sex until about 0300. Tex left and Stephen returned to
Maggie's. The evidence Seth gave us says that between 0300 and 0430. We
know that in that time he had sex in the pool room and met with Ryan and
Michael. They planned their little night of bondage and whatnot, but
that fell through. Somewhere between the time Stephen said no to Ryan
and Michael Stephen met our elusive `Mr. X.'
	"What do we know about the murderer? April 7, 1992, Mr. X killed his
first hustler in LA.. The hustler's name was Sam. Sam was found in the
Santa Barbara Channel. Evidence suggested that Sam had had sex with at
least  fifteen different men. DNA evidence detected so much semen in his
throat, stomach, and anus, that I was impossible to detect one from
another. Sam was clubbed, had a baseball bat shoved in his ass and
snapped in half, then drowned.
	"X moved east, to Phoenix, where on August 8, 1993 he murdered again.
The victim was Sean, a hustler found in a reservoir. Nice for the water
supply, huh? Sean was a hot item in Phoenix. He had most men begging for
his mouth and anus.  They were throwing hundreds at his feet. When he
was murdered, the hustlers in Phoenix went hungry. Same death scene.
	"In Houston, February 9, 1994, X killed a sixteen year old runaway from
Dallas. This kid was known throughout Texas as having the most suckable
cock. His name was Simon, who was the one getting the blow jobs, not
giving. He was found floating in the Galveston Bay. He was murdered the
same way.
	"On January 10, 1995, X killed Sinclair in New Orleans. Sinclair was a
transvestite. His schtick was fooling the johns. He went after those who
want women. According to eyewitness accounts, a man was with Sinclair
just hours before he was found floating in Lake Pontchartrain. This man
chased Sinclair down Bourbon Street for a long time before Sinclair
disappeared. This man was Evan Billings. Evan is not or Mr. X, but we
thought he might have been because he was in Houston when Simon was
killed. The body was identified as a woman, until he was brought to the
morgue and stripped. This was the point that I took on the case full
time. Four hustlers in four cities in four years all killed in exactly
the same way. These were no coincidences.
	 "June 11, 1996, X killed Stanley in St. Louis. He was floating in the
Missouri River. Stanley was more like Stephen in that he was the bottom
when it came to having sex. Stanley, according to those who knew him,
was a kind young man who was just addicted to sex. He was missed where
he worked. Just like Stephen is missed where he lived, Stephen was
murdered last week on July 12, 1997.
	"Now, what patterns do we notice here?"
	"He's compulsively alphabetical," Cliff said.
	"Yes. His names and even his months. We have to stop this man. He is
very dangerous. I firmly believe he is in Jockey Hollow."

...

	Augie was on the sofa. Dr. Fuelberg was seated in a chair next to his
head. He wasn't as nervous this time, he was a lot calmer. Fuelberg
opened the dialogue:
	"So, what attracts you to group sex, orgies, what have you?"
	"I just like the attention. But I want to be in control. I may like the
bottom, but I don't like being dominated."
	"You are in conflict then."
	"How?"
	"This double entandre of being on the bottom but still wanting control.
Tell me about your first group sex encounter."
	"That was when I was 17. I was horny and went walking in the woods near
where I used to live. I knew that there would be somebody there who'd
want a blow job or fuck a tight ass. I walked deeper and deeper, but
wasn't finding anybody. Then I came across this clearing hidden by
trees. There was this circle jerk going on. Six guys just jerking off,
nobody was touching, just themselves. I took my clothes off behind this
tree and approached the men naked. They were six 
studs all cute, all young, and all very well hung.
	"They looked at me in an odd way, but knew what I intended on doing. I
got in the middle of their semi-circle and got on my knees. They jerked
off in my face and I took one cock at a time. I went from cock to cock.
Then an idea popped into my mind. `The first person to cum in my mouth
can fuck me.' Now they were in competition. Oh boy was it fun. One cock
after another, like an assembly line. I sucked at the same pace as
usual, not playing favorites.
	"The winner was this plump kid, not fat, but pleasant. He had the best
tasting jism."
	"What about the others? Did you give them oral until they came?"
	"Yes. The guy who was going the fuck me had to have time to recoup
after the massive wad of semen he squirted into my mouth."
	"So you swallowed six different guys?"
	"Yes," Augie said.
	"What initially attracted you to them? You said that you were looking
to give a blow job, but you gave six."
	"The scene turned me on. Seeing six hard bodied boys jerking off, I
pounce. But I was in control. I made the rules of the game."
...
	Cooper looked at Marie's face. What was it telling him?  She wanted him
to fuck her. What kind of drugs was she taking? The last thing he wanted
to hear in bed was a woman's voice. He smiled, touched her face and
quietly told her he couldn't. She understood. It was only a question.
But the question made him feel uncomfortable. In retrospect, she even
doubted she could give him her all in bed and was pleased he refused
her.
	"I'm gonna get going," Cooper said.
	"Okay, thanks for stopping. You going back to Jockey Hollow."
	"Yes, I'm due back at work tonight."
	"Oh."
	Cooper stood and faced his wife. He kissed her cheek and left. Was
Maria really happy he refused her? She seemed to not be bothered by it.
And yet, she was interested enough to have asked.


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