The Shangri-La

Its 1971, I'm 19 years old and my parents rented a third floor attic apartment for me on West Wellington St. near Chicago's DePaul University campus where I'm a freshman without a major, a girlfriend or an understanding of what I desired.

Here is what you need to know about me. I am 5 feet six inches tall and weigh 142 pounds. I have long black hair and only shave twice a week. I'm a virgin, of course, having dated a little in high school. Girls told me I was cute but none wanted to be seen with me in public.

My apartment's landlord is Clyde. He's 5 feet 10 inches and must weigh 340. He lived on the first floor and was always working on something in this old building. Clyde rarely wore a shirt and his belly hung over his pants waist. He was hairy and there was never a sign of Mrs. Clyde.

The dreams about Clyde started shortly after I moved in. I was in a room with Clyde. He was naked sitting in a chair. I was naked and kneeling in front of him looking at his cock. It was hard and his piss hole was talking to me.

"Kiss me. Suck me. Lick me. You are a cocksucker. You are a faggot. Serve me. Swallow my cum you cock sucking faggot."

Clyde's cock repeated this speech over and over throughout the dream. Sometimes I heard moaning and growling. Sometimes I talked to Clyde's cock.

"I love kissing you. You are beautiful. I want you in my mouth. I need you on my lips. Its true, I am a cocksucker. I am a faggot for you. I am your servant and I'll swallow every drop."

My pajamas were soaked after these dreams. They started only once a month but progressed to daily in the spring when Clyde stopped wearing his shirt. I was disturbed by the persistence of the dreams but didn't know what to do about them. I knew that I would never act on them with Clyde. How could I start to let him know I dreamed about sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. But my dream of sucking cock, of submitting to a large hairy man, of satisfying someone and cumming when he came in my mouth became a serious desire.

The Shangri-La is an X-rated theater downtown. If I couldn't figure out how to meet a man of my dreams I could at least look at movies of men with hard cocks fucking women.

The newspaper ads for the Shangri-La said they opened at 9:00 am, though who would want to go there so early. I chose a Sunday to go for my first time. The late spring weather was rainy so I wore a raincoat. It was easy to get to the theater, just a short walk to the "L" a short ride to the Lake street stop and a short walk to the theater. I arrived around 11:30.

"Let's see some ID. OK you're good. Is this your first visit to our theater? It is, cool. I'll get the manager who can tell you the rules. Enjoy the show."

I went inside and was met by an Irishman, red hair, white skin, lanky build. He looked me over and grinned.

"Welcome to Shangri-La young man. Here are the rules. First you need to know that we have a 'special relationship' with the Vice Squad. They never raid our theater so long as we keep the hookers out. Also no drinking, drugs, sleeping or smoking. The theater has one aisle. If you want to just watch the movies then sit in an aisle seat. You can cover your lap with your raincoat and if you are moved to do so you can stroke off if you are covered. If you want some company you can sit in the third or fourth seat in the row. Someone may sit next to you. If you like them then stay put, if not just move. We have wide aisle between rows to make it easy to move. We also have a few extra wide seats so that our larger patrons can sit comfortably. Any questions? If not just follow the rules and enjoy all that the Shangri-La has to offer."

I went in the theater door. Of course the room was dark so I just stood there for a moment to let my eyes adjust. On the screen I saw a skinny lady bent over a guy with a big hard cock she was licking the head. My breathing quickened and my cock got hard. This was as excited as I'd ever been; so this is what cocksucking looked like. My eyes adjusted and I could see the seats and where guys were sitting. I walked about halfway down the aisle and came to the row with one of the large seats.

Stopping at this row I wondered if I should move on or sit in the second seat. What if a large man came in and sat next to me. Would I move or stay and see if my dream was a prophecy. I gathered up my courage and my curiosity and sat in the second seat. I put my raincoat over my lap and reached into my pants. The image on screen had shifted to a handsome guy on top of a pretty blond with large tits. The camera shifted to show his cock slipping in and out of her pussy. They were moaning, groaning and panting They were sweating and calling out "Oh God, Oh god fuck me I'm cumming!" As the guy pulled out and shot his load across her belly and pubic hair, I came too.

As I was calming down he sat next to me. He plopped down in the seat and grunted like it is difficult just to sit down. He filled the oversized seat. His legs spread out as he settled down. He covered his beer belly and lap with his coat and put his arm on the seat rest between us. He didn't look at me, his eyes were on the screen. But his plump hand reached over and rested next to my leg. His knee touched mine. I did not know what to do. I was scarred to touch him, but I was curious to see what would happen if I did touch him. I moved my hand into his with my palm down. His fingers intertwined with me and he squeezed. My heart beat faster and my hand started to sweat. He let go and touched my thigh. I opened my legs further and he grabbed my cock over my pants. That was all it took to make me cum again.

He leaned over and whispered "Wow you are a horny one, Reach over and touch me."

I shifted in my seat moving closer to him. His size made it difficult to reach into his lap even though he spread is legs wide. All I could touch was his massive, hairy thigh. I shifted in my seat to get closer to him but was still to far from his cock.

He whispered "Stand up." I did as instructed. "Get in front of me." I looked down at him. I saw his face and something shifted in me. This was my dream coming true and once again my cock was rock hard, my breathing ragged and my mind spinning. Whatever he said next I would do. I would do whatever he asked because I needed to serve him even though I didn't even know his name.

"On your knees boy. Get under my coat." Without thinking I did as I was told. On my knees and under the coat. There was his cock, just like my dream. He was 6 inches long and had a wide girth. I could just see him in the dark under the coat. Suddenly I heard the voice of this cock call me: "Kiss me. Suck me. Lick me. You are a cocksucker. You are a faggot. Serve me. Swallow my cum you cock sucking faggot." The voice of cock repeated his call in my head "Kiss me. Suck me. Lick me. You are a cocksucker. You are a faggot. Serve me. Swallow my cum you cock sucking faggot." I had no choice but to submit to the voice of cock and did what I was told to perform.

Kissing the cock I felt him harden. The cock head was warm in my mouth and I wanted more. I moved my mouth up toward him and he moved in me. He grabbed me by the ears and started to move my head up and down him. The voice in my head returned "I love kissing you. You are beautiful. I want you in my mouth. I need you on my lips. Its true, I am a cocksucker. I am a faggot for you. I am your servant and I'll swallow every drop."

Moving my head in his hands I was powerless to resist and didn't want to. I wanted him. I wanted to give myself to him, his size, his strength, his power. I felt him grow in me and them he held me still. His cum pulsed into my mouth and I started to swallow. As I felt his hot cum fill me I came hard without touching myself. He held me and filled me, I took him into me and was changed for good. I am a cocksucker. I love being a cocksucker. I am a submissive faggot. This is who I am at least in the Shangri-La

When I stood up I saw that most of the men were standing around us. Some had their cocks out and were stroking hard. My new partner stood up, I stood in front of him and put his arm around my shoulder. He led me into the lobby. When we got there he said "I'm Fred and you are the best cocksucker I've had at the Shangri-La. I have a room not far from here do you want to come over?" I answered "Yes" and we left. My life was about to change forever as I became a submissive faggot.