I was horny. I wanted to cum. I was in New Orleans with a twenty-four hour plane layover. The airline put me up in a hotel. But, now what?

I had been giving head to guys for years. But it was always in the context of some degree of relationship—never with a stranger. But, that day, I had no one with me. I was in a city I'd never been in. I knew no one and no one knew me. At eighteen, although I was sexually experienced, I had little in the way of real street-smarts. I couldn't see myself going into a bar and getting picked up. And I didn't know the city well enough to know how to really even get around.

So, I went for a walk. To my surprise, I saw an adult bookstore about three blocks from my hotel. I'd never been in one but I thought, why not? So I went in. I knew nothing. I was shocked at what was on display... the toy cocks and pussies, the handcuffs and videos and magazines. And a doorway with the word "Arcade" over it. I walked through the door. It was dark, and there was a passage with doors on either side. I could hear what sounded like televisions playing—several at once. And they were obviously playing sexual content!

I poked my head into one of the doors that was ajar. There was a bench, a tv screen and, below that, a coin slot and set of selection buttons. For channels, I assumed. Above the coin slot it said, "Tokens Here."

I went back out to the main room and asked the man behind the desk what was meant by "tokens" and he said for ten dollars I would get twelve tokens. Each token was good for two and a half minutes of video viewing in the booths. I paid twenty and got almost more tokens than my pockets would hold. I thought I could close the door of the booth, watch porn and masturbate. Who would know?

I hadn't connected yet that the booths were full of men doing the same things. Men who were as horny as I was. Who wanted to cum.

I went into the arcade, selected a booth about halfway down the hall, and went in. I closed the door and dropped in a coin. A video came up and I immediately pulled out my cock to stroke. One thing made me hesitate though. There was a hole in the wall next to me. a hole about three inches in diameter straight through the wall into the other booth. It made me nervous. What if someone saw me masturbating? Would I get into trouble?

I continued stroking but sat in such a way that it would be difficult for anyone to look through the hole and see me... I had my back to the wall with the hole. I stroked and watched and began to feel very good when suddenly a hard cock appeared right next to my face! Someone on the other side of the wall had stuck his hard meat through the hole into my side!

I stared at it. Almost without thinking, I reached up and wrapped my hand around it. The man on the other side groaned. So now I was staring at the porn and stroking my cock and his! His cock felt good. It wasn't huge, but it was thick and warm and very erect. I could see that he was pressing forward... I could feel how much he wanted to cum. so I turned and licked the tip. And then I took him into my mouth.

It was an amazing feeling to be sucking this disembodied cock—a stranger's cock. I didn't know who he was at all. I knew nothing but his cock. The shape, the feel, the warmth and smoothness. How it filled my mouth. I couldn't look at the porn but it didn't matter. I began to concentrate on the cock. Something about the fact that it was just a cock and not a person made me think differently about what was happening. I just forgot about pleasing the other person... or even that there was another person. There was just a cock. It was in my mouth. My mouth was full of cock and I was sucking it. That's all there was. Just my mouth full of cock. I got very excited by the sensation... this connection that was disconnected.

And then he came. He shot a big load that filled my mouth and when I felt the first shot I pushed my head as hard as I could against the wall so that his cock pushed right up against my throat and I felt the cum there. I felt the pulsing. All I was was a head with a cock inside it. I forgot about anything else... didn't care what anyone thought of me or even what I thought of myself. I was alone with a live, cumming cock deep in my face.

Once he'd unloaded, he pulled out and left the booth. I swallowed the last of his cum and wiped some off my chin that had leaked out when suddenly, another cock appeared. A different one. A darker one. A bigger one. I reached up and took it in my hand. Immediately my lips were on it. The feeling was much the same. I was again in that disembodied, disconnected "head full of cock" place. This new cock actively pumped in and out of me... I pressed my mouth to the hole and let the cock set the pace of how my head was filled... how my face was penetrated.

The sensation was even stronger... a sensation of just being a face being penetrated, a head being filled. I'd even forgotten my own cock. All my focus was on this strange, unknown and disembodied cock pumping itself into my mouth until, again, I felt the pulsing and felt hot semen flood me. It seemed to be flooding into my brain!

I dont know if men outside the booth were telling one another that there was a mouth to be used... a head there for the taking but the second cock was replaced by a third and the third by a fourth. I just stayed in position... I relaxed my mind... actively tried to empty my mind of thought about how long I'd been there or whether I still needed to cum or whatever else. I just took the load and readied my mouth for the next penetration. I lost count of the cocks.

Some of them pulled out while shooting so that some of the cum got onto my face but I stopped wiping it off. I had no hands I had no body. I was a face; a head. And I was there to accept cock. A few of the cocks rubbed themselves around my mouth and onto my cheeks, speading the cummy mess over me. One pulled out while still cumming and a shot of semen went up my nose.

I have no idea how many cocks I took. I had no way of even thinking about time or numbers of cocks. This experience was fully right-brained. Just sensation. I swallowed load after load. Eighteen? Twenty? Thirty? Who knows.

When a period of time went by without a cock coming through the hole, I began to come out of the "trance" I'd been in. It felt strange. Strange to be aware that I had feet and hands. strange to stand up, to open the door and walk out. I was aware that I had cum on my face and that some had dripped down onto the front of my shirt.

I walked out into the main area again, blinking in the light. I'd been in the dark booth so long. The man at the counter was gone and there was  now a female, a little older than me. She looked at my messy face and said, with a bit of a smirk, "You might need a little cleanup."

I just walked past her and out the door. It had been four hours. I knew I was as full of cum as I could ever imagine being. I walked down the street wondering what had just happened... and wanting to feel that disembodied feeling again.

Soon.