It's been awhile since we have had a first-timer Flash Report, so let's jump into one, shall we?
Raoul Duke is his name, and he reached out to The Good Doctor prior to attending his first Lizardo event at 15th Ave. Adult Theater. I dropped some rules of the road, as well as some veteran pointers on him, and he took the ball and ran with it.
For a touchdown.
Take it away, Raoul Duke!
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Doc,
Public and group sex has always fascinated me,
but until this year it's always been a pipe dream—relegated to an after work
session with lubricant in my bedroom as I pleasure myself to the writhing,
moaning bodies of an Upper Floor orgy on my computer.
One faithful day, while perusing my Tumblr feed, I came across a post that detailed the best and worst locations for adult fun. The post listed 15th Avenue as one of the premier premises for the type of party I'd always wanted to attend but was never quite sure how to get invited to.
A post linked to this blog and I went down a rabbit hole, reading about 15th Avenue and the Twitter users in its orbit, getting a glimpse at the fun that happens at the venue’s parties.
While I was intrigued, my skeptical nature also considered that these posts about the 15th were too good to be true. Likely the entire publishing enterprise around 15th and the Good Doctor was clickbait content generation run by bot farm in a far off land. (ed. note: The Valley?)
And yet, while driving around on errands I would often think about what route would be fastest for a diversion at 15th Avenue. Every time these thoughts crossed my mind, they seemed a little less absurd.
The thought of trying something is often more terrifying than the actual act, and once I'd learned how accessibility and friendliness are two cornerstones of 15th Avenue, my resolve and my cock hardened.
My first visit was on a summer afternoon on a weekday. Pulling up I only saw a handful of vehicles in the parking lot. My hands were trembling. I paid my fee at the counter, asked what the rules were, and then walked around the theater and back rooms.
It was early, so the only people I saw were a man and a trans woman in the theater. The woman was looking for a companion and kept changing seats, glancing to her left, and then to her right every so often. The man was stroking his cock in an absent minded fashion. He also seemed to be waiting, but for what I don't know.
After a few moments of being seated I got up and walked to the rear of the theater's screen. This red room was empty, and I saw the large table used for group activities basking alone in red light. I walked around it once and returned to the theatre. The woman had left, but the man was still there stroking.
I then went to the smaller back rooms, entered a vacant one and was pleasantly surprised to see the porn was free and the door lock worked. I sat there changing channels, looking for something to watch. While in that dark room my mind began playing tricks on me, for the sounds from the TVs in the other rooms made it seem as if they were occupied as well. But when I opened my door and walked around the area, I saw I was still alone.
Walking back to the main theater I saw the trans woman again, this time she had taken a seat closer to the man. In time I would walk in on her giving him a deep blow job in one of the video booth rooms with the door open, but at the time they were still testing the waters with each other.
After a while I walked back to the booths, picked something with a redhead and allowed myself a release. I exited my booth, saw a few moments of the aforementioned blow job and made my way to the exit. I chatted up the owner on the way out and he told me of the next big party 15th was going to host.
As I entered my car I decided I would be in attendance.
A few days ahead of the party I created my twitter account, followed the Good Doctor and inquired as to the etiquette expected of a single man at a 15th Avenue party. What follows were his sage words:
One faithful day, while perusing my Tumblr feed, I came across a post that detailed the best and worst locations for adult fun. The post listed 15th Avenue as one of the premier premises for the type of party I'd always wanted to attend but was never quite sure how to get invited to.
A post linked to this blog and I went down a rabbit hole, reading about 15th Avenue and the Twitter users in its orbit, getting a glimpse at the fun that happens at the venue’s parties.
While I was intrigued, my skeptical nature also considered that these posts about the 15th were too good to be true. Likely the entire publishing enterprise around 15th and the Good Doctor was clickbait content generation run by bot farm in a far off land. (ed. note: The Valley?)
And yet, while driving around on errands I would often think about what route would be fastest for a diversion at 15th Avenue. Every time these thoughts crossed my mind, they seemed a little less absurd.
The thought of trying something is often more terrifying than the actual act, and once I'd learned how accessibility and friendliness are two cornerstones of 15th Avenue, my resolve and my cock hardened.
My first visit was on a summer afternoon on a weekday. Pulling up I only saw a handful of vehicles in the parking lot. My hands were trembling. I paid my fee at the counter, asked what the rules were, and then walked around the theater and back rooms.
It was early, so the only people I saw were a man and a trans woman in the theater. The woman was looking for a companion and kept changing seats, glancing to her left, and then to her right every so often. The man was stroking his cock in an absent minded fashion. He also seemed to be waiting, but for what I don't know.
After a few moments of being seated I got up and walked to the rear of the theater's screen. This red room was empty, and I saw the large table used for group activities basking alone in red light. I walked around it once and returned to the theatre. The woman had left, but the man was still there stroking.
I then went to the smaller back rooms, entered a vacant one and was pleasantly surprised to see the porn was free and the door lock worked. I sat there changing channels, looking for something to watch. While in that dark room my mind began playing tricks on me, for the sounds from the TVs in the other rooms made it seem as if they were occupied as well. But when I opened my door and walked around the area, I saw I was still alone.
Walking back to the main theater I saw the trans woman again, this time she had taken a seat closer to the man. In time I would walk in on her giving him a deep blow job in one of the video booth rooms with the door open, but at the time they were still testing the waters with each other.
After a while I walked back to the booths, picked something with a redhead and allowed myself a release. I exited my booth, saw a few moments of the aforementioned blow job and made my way to the exit. I chatted up the owner on the way out and he told me of the next big party 15th was going to host.
As I entered my car I decided I would be in attendance.
A few days ahead of the party I created my twitter account, followed the Good Doctor and inquired as to the etiquette expected of a single man at a 15th Avenue party. What follows were his sage words:
"My advice to first-timers is to be patient. Soak in the
scene...Women in adult theaters can spot desperation a mile away, so don't be
that guy. Be friendly, freshly showered and clean, and not creepy. Following
those rules will put you in the 90th percentile of eligible guys. Bring your
own condoms, maybe even a very small bottle of lube."
The day of the event I was wearing a dress shirt, black blazer, dark jeans and dress sneakers. I was pleasantly surprised that see I was overdressed, not comically so but in a manner that made me stand out to some of the guests of the fairer sex in the best possible way.
Once in the party room I walked to the bar, ordered a mixer and then walked around. I saw what I hoped were some friendly people seated at a table just next to the stage and chatted them up. The main couple at the table were indeed friendly and the woman would later wow the audience with her acrobatic skill on the stripper pole during the dance contest. (ed. note: This was Liz!)
After some more pleasant small talk, with me telling them this was my first time at one of these parties, I excused myself and walked over to greet the Doctor. He introduced me to the effervescent Stunt Slut Simone and her husband, Mr. S.
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| Stunt Slut Simone |
After the dance contest the sexual energy in the room was building to a release. Couples sitting around a table were clustering closer together, whispering. Single men not really there with anyone could no longer hide their hungry eyes. Trans women were zeroing in on an older gentleman who looked like a biker and his lady.
During my chat with Simone my eyes caught this biker, who was maybe four or five feet away, disrobe and present his massive cock for his woman to begin sucking. She was there, on her knees, slobbering over his manhood while a small crowd pulled up chairs and began playing with themselves as they watched.
Our conversation continued, the only acknowledgement of the scene near us being the black gentleman making a quip about not seeing that every day. Couples began to pair off to private rooms. Single men quickly walked to the theater.
By this point Simone's group in the party room had been joined by Bombeshell and we continued to make each other laugh and have a great time, the sexual tension rising all the while. Simone soon pressed herself up against my chest and said she was "intrigued" by me. Hands began to wander, and she caressed my hard cock through my pants. I looked over and her husband nodded in approval, a drink in his hand. Bombeshell meanwhile was getting the black gentleman with us gentle caresses as well.
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| Stunt Slut Simone |
She excused herself to change into her red room outfit. Meanwhile Bombeshell went with the black gentleman towards the theater's red room. At this point I didn't think the evening could get much better. I was wrong.
When I first entered 15th that night I expected to stick to the sidelines. Take it all in, as the Doctor recommended. Sure, I had condoms and lube, but those were affectations I did not think I'd be using my first time out. Once Simone and her husband welcomed me with open arms, I quickly realized discretion wouldn't be the better part of valor this evening for me.
As Simone and her husband got ready in the shower area, I went on ahead. The black gentleman wisely advised me to hang my blazer on the coat rack in the theater before we went into the red room.
Unlike the first time I was at 15th, the theater was nearly at capacity. The couples section on the left of the theater was being respected. The single men who had not rushed into the red room were voyeuristically sitting on the right side of the theater, watching the couples who had not gone to private rooms play. The biker, who had somehow beat me to the theater, was now sitting in the front row, getting his cock sucked by a trans women while his old lady sat next to him playing with herself.
I entered the red room as Simone did, but she needed to pop out and head back to the shower area for one last thing before the main event began. In the meantime I saw Bombeshell standing in front of the black gentleman in a corner of the red room. They were both facing the gathering crowd. He fingered her and she moaned, "I knew I was going to like you," as she climaxed the first time that evening.
Simone returned and got onto the bench. Bombeshell joined her. The gang bang orgy commenced. Already men had their cocks out and had been stroking them in anticipation of Simone's entrance. Now they dutifully lined up around both women, presenting their cocks to be jerked off, sucked on and pulled into their tight, wet cunts.
I was overwhelmed with sex. The smell of sweat, lubricant, pussy and cock aroused me more than I'd ever been before. The pulsating mass of people pleasuring themselves around me, had my heart beating fast. I felt a nudge from behind me, I turned away from Simone being gang banged to see another woman, her skirt hiked up around her waist and a man on his knees licking her clit. Another man was behind her, arms wrapped around her tits. She had nudged me and then grabbed onto me to steady herself as she came.
I was wordless. Our eyes locked for a brief second before they rolled back into her skull. I quickly turned around, unzipped the front of my jeans and started to play with myself. In my excitement I put on a condom and then took it off, no knowing what to do with myself initially.
Was I going to jerk off? Get jerked off? Who would give me a blow job? Should I try to fuck Simone?
Up until this point, the men around Simone had yet to penetrate her pussy. However, as if telepathically privy to my thoughts just then, a man stepped up and shouted, "Ain't anyone going to fuck her?!"
The man eating out Simone stepped aside and a
man replaced him, sliding his cock into her cunt. As he pumped in and out of
her, I eased my way closer to her. I continued to jerk myself off as I caressed
her thigh and watch her try to please every cock that surrounded her.
After the man fucking her pulled out to cum, another man wearing a Batman jersey and basketball shorts stepped in to continue fucking Simone. He slightly repositioned her to get a better angle at her wet pussy and thrusted away. I looked to my left and saw Bombeshell on the table and on all fours. She was being railed by a man, the sound of his balls slapping against her ass mostly drowned out by the moaning enveloping us. I put on a new condom and lubed it up.
Batman reached orgasm and pulled out of Simone. I'm not sure where he came on her. It didn't matter to me at this point though, I was next in line to fuck her.
Easing my way into her, I could feel her tighten around my cock as she lay on her back. I began with slow strokes, savoring her pussy as it enveloped my manhood. To get a better angle I leaned forward and thrusted with more enthusiasm. I hadn't realized how warm the room had become with body heat, and I was now sweating due to my increased activity.
My glasses began to slide off my face, and not wanting them to hit Simone's face or fall on the floor I quickly removed them and was thankful my dress shirt had a front pocket. (ed. note: It pays to wear a nice shirt.) Securing my glasses there, I increased my intensity, plunging my cock as far as it would go into Simone's pussy. I looked to the left and right and saw multiple cocks out on either side of me being stroked. I looked ahead and saw Bombeshell leaning forward, still on all fours, wailing with pleasure as another man took her from behind.
I had wanted to cum on Simone's chest. Smear her breasts with my cum. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride...and as I rode Simone's pussy as fast as I could I realized I had crossed the path of no return. The blur of cocks, pussy and cum was too much.
Going into the evening, I was surprised at how hard my cock remained while in a room full of men jerking of to Simone and Bombeshell. I had expected some form of performance anxiety to hinder my efforts. Yet here I was with a cock as stiff as it's ever been about to release it's load deep inside a woman I had only first met a few hours before.
During my little death everything ceased. Simone's rapturous moans, Bombeshell's screams, the sounds of pleasure all around me all felt like they fell silent for a brief eternity. My cock throbbed inside Simone's pussy and filled the condom up with my seed. It was an orgasm like no other, one I think back to now and again when pleasuring myself.
As soon as my cock had spent its last drop of cum the world of the red room came rushing back to me. I stepped back and another man took my place in front of Simone. In my post-coital daze I realized Simon's husband had been on the other side of the room and leaning on the wall next to his wife. He was savoring every moment of her gang bang.
I looked around and the red room had thinned out a bit. I disposed of my used condom in a trash bin, zipped up and walked back to the main theater.
A beautiful Hispanic woman and her man were in the front row and playing together. We had briefly spoken earlier, and now she made knowing eye contact with me. I wasn't sure what the etiquette would be for me to walk over to the couples section, and as I was currently experiencing the refractory period, I only smiled back and continued to the video booths.
They were full of men, likely the ones who had been in the red room previously. Most had gathered around one of the little rooms that had a door open. Curious to see what they were leering at, I wandered over and saw a lithe woman in her 20's with supple tits bent over as a fit younger man fucked her from behind. Her petite whimpers as he thrusted expedited my cocks journey erectness. However before I could unzip my pants the man closed the door.(ed note: Welcome to this thing of ours. This happens...a lot.)
I walked back to the main party room and saw a line had formed for the two private rooms there. Deciding to head back to the main theater, I stopped for a second at the carpeted benches near the party room and saw the Doctor being as welcoming as ever to a couple.
Not wanting to interrupt I headed back to the red room. Simone and Bombeshell were still mid-gang bang. I was going to flag Simone's husband to say goodbye, but he was also occupied. So I decided to quietly bow out for the evening without goodbyes.
Later I would have the good fortune of speaking with Simone again, but a vanilla relationship I began after my first 15th Avenue trip complicated anymore fun in "this thing of ours" for me in the foreseeable future. One day I hope to return to 15th Avenue, possibly with my significant other, to share everything it has to offer. Until then, I'll look back at my one and only visit to a 15th Avenue party as one of the highlights of 2017.
After the man fucking her pulled out to cum, another man wearing a Batman jersey and basketball shorts stepped in to continue fucking Simone. He slightly repositioned her to get a better angle at her wet pussy and thrusted away. I looked to my left and saw Bombeshell on the table and on all fours. She was being railed by a man, the sound of his balls slapping against her ass mostly drowned out by the moaning enveloping us. I put on a new condom and lubed it up.
Batman reached orgasm and pulled out of Simone. I'm not sure where he came on her. It didn't matter to me at this point though, I was next in line to fuck her.
Easing my way into her, I could feel her tighten around my cock as she lay on her back. I began with slow strokes, savoring her pussy as it enveloped my manhood. To get a better angle I leaned forward and thrusted with more enthusiasm. I hadn't realized how warm the room had become with body heat, and I was now sweating due to my increased activity.
My glasses began to slide off my face, and not wanting them to hit Simone's face or fall on the floor I quickly removed them and was thankful my dress shirt had a front pocket. (ed. note: It pays to wear a nice shirt.) Securing my glasses there, I increased my intensity, plunging my cock as far as it would go into Simone's pussy. I looked to the left and right and saw multiple cocks out on either side of me being stroked. I looked ahead and saw Bombeshell leaning forward, still on all fours, wailing with pleasure as another man took her from behind.
I had wanted to cum on Simone's chest. Smear her breasts with my cum. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride...and as I rode Simone's pussy as fast as I could I realized I had crossed the path of no return. The blur of cocks, pussy and cum was too much.
Going into the evening, I was surprised at how hard my cock remained while in a room full of men jerking of to Simone and Bombeshell. I had expected some form of performance anxiety to hinder my efforts. Yet here I was with a cock as stiff as it's ever been about to release it's load deep inside a woman I had only first met a few hours before.
During my little death everything ceased. Simone's rapturous moans, Bombeshell's screams, the sounds of pleasure all around me all felt like they fell silent for a brief eternity. My cock throbbed inside Simone's pussy and filled the condom up with my seed. It was an orgasm like no other, one I think back to now and again when pleasuring myself.
As soon as my cock had spent its last drop of cum the world of the red room came rushing back to me. I stepped back and another man took my place in front of Simone. In my post-coital daze I realized Simon's husband had been on the other side of the room and leaning on the wall next to his wife. He was savoring every moment of her gang bang.
I looked around and the red room had thinned out a bit. I disposed of my used condom in a trash bin, zipped up and walked back to the main theater.
A beautiful Hispanic woman and her man were in the front row and playing together. We had briefly spoken earlier, and now she made knowing eye contact with me. I wasn't sure what the etiquette would be for me to walk over to the couples section, and as I was currently experiencing the refractory period, I only smiled back and continued to the video booths.
They were full of men, likely the ones who had been in the red room previously. Most had gathered around one of the little rooms that had a door open. Curious to see what they were leering at, I wandered over and saw a lithe woman in her 20's with supple tits bent over as a fit younger man fucked her from behind. Her petite whimpers as he thrusted expedited my cocks journey erectness. However before I could unzip my pants the man closed the door.(ed note: Welcome to this thing of ours. This happens...a lot.)
I walked back to the main party room and saw a line had formed for the two private rooms there. Deciding to head back to the main theater, I stopped for a second at the carpeted benches near the party room and saw the Doctor being as welcoming as ever to a couple.
Not wanting to interrupt I headed back to the red room. Simone and Bombeshell were still mid-gang bang. I was going to flag Simone's husband to say goodbye, but he was also occupied. So I decided to quietly bow out for the evening without goodbyes.
Later I would have the good fortune of speaking with Simone again, but a vanilla relationship I began after my first 15th Avenue trip complicated anymore fun in "this thing of ours" for me in the foreseeable future. One day I hope to return to 15th Avenue, possibly with my significant other, to share everything it has to offer. Until then, I'll look back at my one and only visit to a 15th Avenue party as one of the highlights of 2017.
By Raoul Duke, Esq.
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Doc here again... Many thanks to Raoul Duke for a terrific first-time report! Well done sir! Dr. Gonzo and those goddamn animals would be proud of your first visit, jumping into the trenches, somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the dessert. I hope you and your new lady friend talk about these scene, and take it for a test drive.
Slow and steady my friend.
Thanks,
Doc
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Doc here again... Many thanks to Raoul Duke for a terrific first-time report! Well done sir! Dr. Gonzo and those goddamn animals would be proud of your first visit, jumping into the trenches, somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the dessert. I hope you and your new lady friend talk about these scene, and take it for a test drive.
Slow and steady my friend.
Thanks,
Doc