He opened his eyes and looked up at me while he thrust his head down taking my length. I could feel he lips touching my pubes and balls with my head l...dged in his throat. I watched as he worked up and down. My balls contracted, releasing my shot into his throat. The second round blew into his mouth, with his saliva running down my balls. I thrust my head back breaking our stare as my ecstasy peaked.I yelled, "Fuck yeah, take it all you little bitch. I own your ass! Suck it all and clean me up.". I cower, my hands upraised to protect my face, but the gull pays no mind, swooping in to take a loose thread in its beak and then gliding away again. I watch its deliberate retreat in astonishment until it is a speck on the bleak horizon. It is a moment or two before I am aware of a tugging sensation just below my belly. I glance down to see the sweater unravelling rapidly at the hem. Following the string with my gaze as it forms a taut line to the horizon, thrumming slightly in the wind. My. His loss. Surely a man with curly, gray hair down to his shoulders and a patch over one eye could hardly be missed by someone who wasn't under telepathic instruction not to notice.He began to give off waves of aggression. The cause? A police officer was arresting a petty thief on the sidewalk. Bell's file indicated a decided antipathy toward authority figures. As if to prove it, he erased the officer's mind, and puppeteered his body to unlock the thief's handcuffs, before letting it flop to the. The rounded head poked shyly from between the folds of theforeskin, and the shaft twitched. Alex watched, in morbid fascination, as itcontinued to expand.Reaching out, he looked Daniel in the eyes "May I?" Oh, please."His fingers closed about the shaft, only to have them forced apart as itcontinued to expand in his hand. It stiffened, and the foreskin pulled backof its own accord, to reveal a huge shiny, slightly tapered head. Alexmeasured the shaft--it must have been about eight inches.