davies
1. The sex act known as "the davies" combines both circle-jerking and fellatio to create a singularity of infinite gay. To perform the davies, a man gets down on his knees and pushes his penis down between his thighs. The next man assumes the same position behind the first, while taking the first man's cock in his mouth. The chain continues until the circle is complete.
2. Named after famed producer and screenwriter, Russel T. Davies.
2. Named after famed producer and screenwriter, Russel T. Davies.
Example:
John knelt behind Frankie, suckling his tiny brown cock like a newborn calf. His freckled nose inhaling the sweet aroma of Frankie's distended, gaping rectum. Eagerly, John awaited his prize. He slid his lips forward and backward along Frankie's saliva lubricated shaft, and his nose pounded the older trannie's taint. Then, Frankie's thighs and anus clenched spasmodically, and his cock swelled as shot after shot of hot semen erupted forth and hammered john's tonsils. Tears welled up in John's eyes as he struggled against the urge to gag. In the end, his years of tutelage under the aging transvestite served him well, and he was able to drink almost every drop of jizz. Only a tiny bit leaked from the corners of his mouth, into his ginger beard.
And the it was his turn. John rocked back and forth, punishing the throat of the man behind him as he writhed in ecstasy. The feel of Efren's hot breath in his pubic hair, and the ammonia odor of Frankie's cum in his beard drove him to orgasm. He whimpered and shuddered as he exploded into Efren's hungry mouth.
At that moment, John felt like he was part of something much greater than himself. Greater even than all of these queers gathered in a circle in this seedy West Hollywood motel. He felt a cosmic awareness, an overflowing celestial fountain of infinite gay, like a newly born star exploding into being and casting its light over all creation. He had helped create a davies, an ouroboros of gay with no beginning and no end.
John knelt behind Frankie, suckling his tiny brown cock like a newborn calf. His freckled nose inhaling the sweet aroma of Frankie's distended, gaping rectum. Eagerly, John awaited his prize. He slid his lips forward and backward along Frankie's saliva lubricated shaft, and his nose pounded the older trannie's taint. Then, Frankie's thighs and anus clenched spasmodically, and his cock swelled as shot after shot of hot semen erupted forth and hammered john's tonsils. Tears welled up in John's eyes as he struggled against the urge to gag. In the end, his years of tutelage under the aging transvestite served him well, and he was able to drink almost every drop of jizz. Only a tiny bit leaked from the corners of his mouth, into his ginger beard.
And the it was his turn. John rocked back and forth, punishing the throat of the man behind him as he writhed in ecstasy. The feel of Efren's hot breath in his pubic hair, and the ammonia odor of Frankie's cum in his beard drove him to orgasm. He whimpered and shuddered as he exploded into Efren's hungry mouth.
At that moment, John felt like he was part of something much greater than himself. Greater even than all of these queers gathered in a circle in this seedy West Hollywood motel. He felt a cosmic awareness, an overflowing celestial fountain of infinite gay, like a newly born star exploding into being and casting its light over all creation. He had helped create a davies, an ouroboros of gay with no beginning and no end.