My Slutty Youth with Sangam

**Disclaimer: This is a fictional story with fictional characters. All the characters in this story are above 18 years of age. Thanks @GrantLeeStone for helping with the story!

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This story takes us back to 2011 when I was a sophomore in college. It was October and we were celebrating Diwali-the Indian Festival of Lights! My college hosts a huge cultural competition on Diwali that involves storytelling using earthen lamps (diyas). We spent the better part of a month preparing for the event and my dormitory was always one to watch.

I was part of the guest reception team whose job was to welcome the judges and their entourage, and ultimately present our story. Everyone on our team had a specific dress: plain white dhoti and kurta. I was the only one on my team who knew how to tie a traditional dhoti, so in addition to preparing the welcome script, I was also responsible for tying everyone's dhoti!

The leader of the guest reception team, Sangam, was another sophomore like me. This story is about our one and only sexual encounter.

Sangam, a dusky chap from Bihar in North India, was about 20 years old and 5 feet 5 inches tall. That's a little shorter than me. He had an average build, like someone who played sports but didn't go to the gym very often. His headful of straight black hair was parted sideways. He had a mildly hairy body, dark brown eyes, a roundish face, and pronounced, kissable lips. It was a quintessential Bihari look. He wasn't extraordinarily handsome, but his excellent oratory skills made him confident, funny, and charming. We were 'purposeful' friends who talked about work and school, but otherwise often just smiled or nodded at each other in passing.

On this evening, around 6:30 PM, I went to Sangam's room to help him with his dhoti. My team's seniors had disconnected the power from the entire dorm to prevent the juniors from lazing around instead of helping with the competition. In the dim light from the distant street lamps, I found Sangam waiting in his underwear, having just taken a shower. He was still a little wet, drying himself with a towel.

Sangam said, "Hey! Nice that you're ready. Can you help me get ready quickly too? Then we'll do a final practice!" His voice was casual but with a hint of anticipation.

"Where's your dhoti?" I asked.

"It's here." And Sangam handed the cloth to me.

For those unfamiliar, a dhoti is a long, thin, cotton cloth tied around the waist. But it's knotted at the waist and wrapped around the legs to resemble pants with many pleats.

He stood in front of me while I squatted so that my head was level with his crotch. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed he was wearing tan briefs. Though the outline of his bulge wasn't visible, I was definitely imagining it. As I tied the dhoti around his waist, my hands brushed against him, sometimes on his back, sometimes on his belly. We were having a normal conversation until he said something that made me blush and shiver.

As I tied the knot of the dhoti, I asked, "Is this tight enough?"

"Yes," he replied, "but please make sure it doesn't come loose. I don't want to flash the judges!"

I rolled my eyes at his reply and continued tying the dhoti. My hands were close to his package, and perhaps he could feel my breath too because a second later, he added, "It's dark everywhere and we are alone here. What would you do if I lost control of myself, and made a pass?"

Allow me to stress here that even though I knew I was gay, I was extremely closeted back then. I would have happily complied immediately, but making the first move or even appearing desirous of a gay encounter was still a big deal for me. So, his words sent a shiver through me- one born of fear, confusion and excitement. As I pleated the dhoti, I replied in what I hoped would be a calm, steady voice, "Why? Is your mind wandering to ...us?" I blushed.

"No, but what if my imagination did wander a bit?" he teased. His smirk was evident even in the dim light. I wondered if he had taken my question as some kind of positive hint.

"We can think about us, if we get there. But we need to get ready now," I replied, continuing to tie his dhoti. I was definitely flustered--my voice was steady, seeming indifferent even to his increasingly sexual innuendo. But my hands were repeatedly betraying me. I lightly rubbed his butt on the pretext of checking the dhoti's fit. The air between us quickly grew thick with desire.

"Dude, how am I supposed to pee while wearing this?" he asked, breaking the tension with a laugh.

I had to chuckle too. "Part these two layers to reach your underpants. Pull them down, and take your dick out to pee." As I explained this, my fingers 'accidently' brushed against his hardening member.

The remnants of laughter remained on our faces, but the tone in the room had changed. He pulled my head closer to his bulge. My warm breath quickened, heating his groin. Without looking at him, I partially undid his dhoti and pulled down his underwear to reveal Sangam's six-inch, brown, uncut dick, fully hard now.

I licked the shaft, tasting a slight saltiness mixed with a hint of soap. He let out a moan and his body trembled. "Take it! I'm begging you, take it in your mouth Satvik," he pleaded, his voice thick with need.

I had just started savouring his juicy cock. But aware of our limited time, I pulled his foreskin down and began licking his pink cock-head and its leaking slit. He groaned loudly.

I whispered, "Don't make noise, Sangam! Someone might hear us!" I took his dickhead into my mouth.

I began rolling my tongue all over the bulbous head of his dick, while tenderly stroking his shaft and playing with his full balls. Getting more impatient, Sangam grabbed my head and started shoving his dick all the way into my mouth. He wasn't particularly rough; but being crouched in front of him, I had to grab his thighs so I wouldn't fall over.

This went on for several minutes, until I pushed him back onto the bed. He was now laying on the bed, with his legs spread and hanging off the side. I started sucking his balls and vigorously jerking his shaft! Sangam moaned and writhed. I was getting worried with all the noise he was making. So I took something from the bed (turns out it was his used underwear) and stuffed them in his mouth. I grabbed both his hands so that he couldn't take the makeshift gag out. I placed my knees on his feet so that he couldn't move. And I started blowing him again.

This time, I started with a slow deep-throat: all the way down to the base. My nose was buried in his pubic hair. Pulling back up, I flicked my tongue around his cock-head. He really loved that. Then suddenly, I changed my pace! I began going twice as fast, while only taking half the length in my hungry lips. He started responding by thrusting his hips.

While this went on, I moved both his hands to his stomach, so I could hold them with one hand. I started using my other hand to jerk his cock. I pulled down on his skin as much as it would go as my mouth went down, and I pulled it back up as I withdrew. Very often, I stuck my tongue inside his foreskin and flicked it all around. This made Sangam groan into his gag even loader. I sensed he was close to cumming (and it was also getting late). So, I started blowing him harder. It was a little challenge to control my own gag reflex. Even though Sangam's moans and groans were stifled, the sound of my gagging was loud and reverberant. Thankfully, he came within minutes! I swallowed his whole cock in my mouth and allowed him to cum down my throat. He freed his hands from my grip and held my head! Jerking his waist, he ejaculated copiously. I wondered if it was his first blowjob. After a couple of thrusts, he relaxed. I swallowed, and let his shaft slip from my lips.

We barely had seconds to calm ourselves, when we heard someone calling for Sangam. I quickly tied his dhoti again just as a team member entered the room. Thankfully, the darkness hid our flushed faces.

I left, needing to freshen up before the event. That night, Sangam exuded a different flair. His confidence was unmatched as he welcomed our guests and impressed the judges. We won the first prize! And I couldn't help but wonder, had my slutty mouth played a role in our team's big win?