I was just looking at some art pictures on the web. How cum there are almost no real life pictures of GH action? Just wondering. Anyway, back to the p...rks.OK. Down the road about 20 miles is a riverfront park where it's almost always worthwhile to stop for a suck or five. Naturally there's lots of older guys, but I guess they're everywhere. This is kinda the usual park setup, with trails through the bushes, etc., but they are right by the river, so that's kinda cool, but you have to be a little. Up. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Down. Stroke, stroke. Then repeat. Now Sammy was starting to tremble. I held Sammy’s balls with my left hand so I could use my right hand to guide Ian’s cock into my mouth. I was going to stroke Ian’s dick, but I didn’t need to. Ian immediately found a rhythm of driving his asshole down onto Sammy’s cock, then driving his cock up into my mouth. I could feel Ian driving his hips down, hard, very hard, onto Sammy’s dick. Then he thrust up into my mouth, almost as hard.. Inside I found several people -- all of them quite dead, lying on the floor or slumped over blackjack tables and roulette wheels.Something, apparently, had come through and killed everybody in the whole town.Everybody except me. Maybe Willard hadn't even had a stroke, down in the mine. Maybe whatever killed all these people had killed him, too.Or maybe the only reason I wasn't dead was that I'd been down there, trapped underground in Uncle Willard's mine.None of the dead people I saw was marked. It was several hours before my latest companion dropped me back off infront of my apartment complex. I lay in bed crying until 2 a.m.,realizing that I was in the middle of something I couldn't controlwith all the sex appeal in the world. Finally, with the help of anAtivan, I drifted off to sleep.Ellen's door was closed when I went into the office the next morning.Apparently, an early meeting was well under way. After a half hour,Ellen emerged with Ken, who stopped by my desk."Well, sexy, I.