Glowthroat

This... wow. Umm. 

It started, with watching Puppy Davey's glowing throat-fuck videos. If you haven't seen them, you can see just a snippet here on his X account. I got kind of fascinated. I looked to see if I could find any commercial options - there's one called "Glowjob," which I really thought hard about titling this post after - but I didn't use their product, and I don't want to use their marketing term. 

As I so often do, I got the idea stuck in my brain. There's got to be a way. There's got to be a way *I can do.* I started looking at various products - I really wanted to be sure I was using something safe to have in your mouth, and in your throat, even if it's not intended for that purpose. So about 99% of the paints and colors are ruled out - it's got to be listed as being at least "safe for use in eye shadow," which is a higher standard than "Ok for skin use" - but ideally, something safe for food would be best. I bought a couple of products - a water dye safe for potable water, a pack of glow-in-UV body paint sticks, and the one I fell in love with, Sweet Art's Neon Petal Dust. I experimented some, figuring out how I wanted to get the right glow; I ended up making up a batch of K-Lube with the water dye in the water part, and then added some of the petal dust because it didn't seem to have the opacity I wanted. I will experiment with this further. The tricky part, is that the petal dust is not water miscible - it's hydrophobic (I use the wrong term, hydrophilic, once by accident; I'll point it out when I figure out where it is), which means that it doesn't get along well with water. You can't make a solution; you can only make a suspension. Picture a vinaigrette - even after a really good shake, it's still two liquids that don't get along, with tiny droplets of one surrounded by the other. I don't have a mustard equivalent to emulsify things, and I'm not sure what would work. I also got a two-pack of portable UV party lights, which are decent, but I'm still looking for something with less visible light. 

The bath house has a black light room. It's often unoccupied, partly because I think guys find it weird. It has charcoal colored sheets, and the walls are lined (literally) with decoration - UV tape in stripes, and tapestries on a couple of walls. It looks extremely trippy, even before you start doing freaky things. 

I make a little bit of video playing around with the tinted lube. It does an amazing job with Frog Tongue. 

I've had a conversation with this one hot boy - he's seriously cute, he's into a lot of the kinky stuff I'm into, and he's game to give it a try. As is so often the case, I've never met him before tonight - we chat a lot on Sniffies, and then on text so that I'll be able to keep the conversation, but when he walks up to the desk, it's the first time I've ever seen him in real life. I watch him go through check-in and then walk him to his locker to drop his stuff and to my room. Hot damn. He's another one of those built-small guys - he's not short and compact, he's elegantly proportioned at 5'7", fine-boned and slender. His hair is bleached blond on top, but his body hair is dark and wavy where it dusts across his belly and chest and ass. We kiss, and I show him the toys and things I've prepared to play with. I turn the camera on. I tell him a little about my poppers, and then he asks for a mask, so I show him the options and we put one on him. One of the things that I love about these videos - you're getting to see my autistic ass making a human connection in real time. I'm negotiating consent as we go. We've talked for maybe five minutes total before the camera goes on - figuring out some of our consent boundaries, determining what he likes, doesn't like, and wants to try. He's got toys that unfortunately never even get unpacked because we're having so much fun with the glow - but trust that they will in a future episode. Once he's masked up, he starts working on my cock. And, of course, we have a conversation about consent. Then, I introduce him to the dog bowl. 

He tells me he needs a break, so we take one. He drinks some water; I drink some Gatorade. I show him the breathing technique that I like to use to re-regulate my system. 

And then it's back to more cocksucking. I haven't pulled out the glow stuff yet. He's getting a decent little puddle of throat slime in the dog bowl. Good boy. 

I break out the glow in the dark powder, and put some in his mouth and in mine. 

This whole cluster of videos is one long one, about half an hour. I'm going to skip the commentary on some of these, just because it's a LOT... and the videos are so intense. Most of the things I want said, I say with my mouth while the camera is running. 

Then I give him some citric acid and salt; this helps you control your gag reflex better. 

This is another long one-part file, about 18 minutes. I trimmed it into pieces. It starts with... shock! More deepthroat play with the petal dust.

This is another long one-part file, about 18 minutes. I trimmed it into pieces. It starts with... shock! More deepthroat play with the petal dust. I want to point out, at about 1:55, we have what I'm calling a FLAMING ALASKAN FIREDRAGON. His throat slime, mixed with the glow powder and a load of my semen, is dripping down his nose. You can see him wiping at it, the glow showing on his face and then his fingers. I find this exceptionally hot. We keep going. His bowl keeps filling up. 

Sometimes you wanna see an action complete at both ends. This starts with me ASKING CONSENT to bite him and then chewing on his tits, his shoulders, his chest and arms. Then I push him down to suck some more, and get another amazing load of throat slime. I stand up, lay him belly-down on the bed, and pour it into his hole. 

You remember the part where I have already ejaculated down his throat, right? So I'm pouring his throat-slime mixed with my semen into his asshole. I'm breeding him at both ends with one load. I feel like this deserves a special award or something.

More fucking, hand-in-ass play, and then I talk about a game we used to play in school when I was a kid, one guy (it was always guys) would hold his hands together in a "live long and prosper" shape, palms facing, and another guy would put his fingers between so that they interlace, and it was supposed to look like a pussy. I feel like I'm using a similar gesture while I'm opening his hole, and the physical sensation brings back a tactile memory, a sense of my hands going like this. 

He keeps telling me that he needs to go, that he's tired, that he got up early this morning and is getting sleepy. I keep giving him chances to go... and somehow he keeps not going. We go get a shower, we walk around, we watch some guys playing in the maze. We get hot under the showers, and then go outside and watch the steam coming off our bodies, and then go back to my room. He lies on his back, and I start playing with his body, and then use neon body paint sticks to draw circles representing his chakras. We work on drawing the energy up [see also:  Rainbow Elevator]. 

I love how much like lava it looks, when I spit the glowing throat slime onto his balls and cock. 

We have a long conversation-only bit where I talk to him about how to squeeze my carotids, and show him how it feels to brown out. Then he lies over me, and I show him how it feels to go all the way under. He wakes up with a hard twitch, and we have some aftercare. We go to the shower; I figure we're washing up for him to leave. I need to piss, and I don't remember if that does anything for him - I tell him I need to go, and I squirt a little piss on his leg. He says he wants it inside, and for a moment I think he wants to drink it, but he turns and leans against the wall and juts his beautiful little ass at me, and I finger his slimy hole a little. I'm nowhere near hard enough to penetrate, so I put him on his knees and he sucks me hard. I piss down his throat just a little. Then I stand him up and lean him against the wall and talk about how I have to picture the smell of piss... like being at Lafitte's in New Orleans, where not only the trough but also the walls and probably the ceiling have been infused with the piss of thousands of men for years upon years... and then I feel myself start to relax and the piss starts to flow. He fills up. His belly is visibly swelling; I had a LOT of piss in me. I start to fuck, and it's sloshing out of him and splashing on my thighs, flowing down to my legs and feet. We rinse off, and go back to my room. 

He does, finally, need to go. I ask him if he wants to get off, and he does... so we do that. I'm fingering his asshole, and working out some of the remaining piss from where I fucked him full of it, and talking him through the sensations as he yanks his cock. He explodes, spraying cum EVERYWHERE. My lap, and the towels we're sitting on, are both soaked with urine. It's a good thing I have plenty of towels down. I don't usually do any piss play in the room, but this is kind of unplanned, and it's so fucking hot. 

And there are two more rounds of shaking post-ejaculation orgasms that we bumped the camera and you don't get to see. But it goes on for about five more minutes of him having little twitching seizures. And finally, he leaves. For real. I roll up towels and take them to the desk, and go shower again. 

After I shower, I am walking around. Part of me says I could go home now and be fully replete - I've cum so much I feel like a wrung-out sponge. There's still some good energy in there, though, and I realize that I feel totally up for either (a) sucking a dick, or (b) fisting, or (c) spanking. Or any combination of those. I'm probably not up for much more fucking. I see a man lying in one of the slings; he's just gotten in, and I help him get his feet in the stirrup straps. I ask if he's up for me playing with his hole, or if he just wants fucking; he's totally game, so I do. He reaches over and gets a large bottle of lube and squirts some on my hand. Once I feel the texture of it - clearly a fisting lube, I know I'm in the right place. I start playing with his hole, working him open. I ask permission, and do some slapping on his thighs, his belly, his chest. I work him open some more. Once I rock back and forth at the almost-in position, my hand suddenly breaches his sphincter and I'm fully inside him. I feel around, giving him a little tour of his pelvis, and start rocking his whole body back and forth using my fist inside him. We have an AWESOME time, and I realize I can probably slide my hand inside and take him to Jack in the Box - the fit is *perfect.* Like we've done this a dozen times. It feels so amazing, his muscular hole squeezing my hand. I tell him I don't want to interrupt his playtime here, but I'd love to take him back to my room where I have more options if he's up for it, and he is, so we do. 

Back in my room, I keep working on fisting his hole, and then alternating cock and fist, and then I spread him open with four fingers of each hand like a GOATSE, and slide my cock in between my fingers. I put some of the glow powder in my mouth, and spit the glowing slimy slobber on his hole. He's really, really fun. He tells me he's from South Dakota, that he's just here visiting, that this is his first time ever at a bath house. I tell him I hope I'm giving him a good first bathhouse experience. I didn't think I'd be up for another orgasm, but I feel one starting to build; this one kind of oozes out more than spurting, and I feel my hand slurping and squishing with the semen inside him. Then, it hits me like a delayed shock, and I squeeze my body as I shudder and shake with it. It's a nice one. I look down and realize that he's also covered in jizz; I don't know whether he actually ejaculated, or if this is all just from milking his prostate.

Yet again, I think I'd be OK to head home. It's getting late. I really should go. (But baby, it's cold outside...)

I run into Lance. Well, there go my best-getting-laid plans... he's one of those throats that I just like to fuck whenever I see him. I fuck him in the throat a little in the maze, and take him to my room.