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Kolkatta Lungi Story

I am a handsome guy of 24 years of 5’8” height and not a very muscular body and fair. I am staying in Kolkata .We recently shifted to stay in a place where there are mostly muslim families living. I quite liked muslim guys who are usually quite handsome and stylish staying around the place. From my rooms window ,I could see the muslim guys sitting and gossiping amongst themselves. They were usually clad in lungies or tight jeans. I wanted to be friend with some of them,but there were mostly the basti level types and not from a cultured background like us. Out of the lot there was a guy,who was 6’ tall and very fair and well built. He had long hairs and was very handsome. He wore mostly latest designed shirts and polo necks on top, but underneath he’s mostly clad in printed colorful lungi. He also wore high heeled sandal,which were funny looking as it was flat and had a 1.5” heel. From the talks of the other guys, I gathered his name is Mustaq. I am not a homosexual till now,though I did like handsome men in a lungi,but somehow,I found myself attracted to Mustaq.One early morning, I was standing in the balcony and there was Mustaq having a bath at the roadside tubewell. He was bare bodied with only his lungi . He was applying soap all over his body and he was specially scratching and cleaning his abdomen area. While doing so,he was staring here and there to check if somebody was watching. I was up and he couldn’t see me.Suddenly,I noticed his lungi formed a big tent in front and his organ could be seen as his lungi was wet. I got very horny on seeing this as well. He kept cleaning his penis for a long time and I believe he was actually masturbating. My eyes were fixed on his lund, and suddenly when I looked into his eyes,he was staring upwards at me. I got ashamed and he gave me a weird smile. I went in and peeped thru my window to see him complete his bath. He dried himself and took a fresh dry printed lungi hanging from the top of the wall. I watched as he wore his lungi. He got into the lungi, stretched it wide, made eight or nine folds like a woman makes plits on her sari. He then divided the folds and made a knot and tied his lungi quite low on his waist. I also learnt the art of wearing the lungi from this. Since he tied the lungi very low, it was covering his legs fully and was flowing on the ground. 

He then put on his slippers and went back. I again came to the balcony and while going back,he turned back to see me again and was smiling again. This time I smiled back.One day when my parents were not at home, I tried to wear a lungi with my mother’s sari. It was quite a sexy move when I looked at myself in the mirror. I got myself a new colorful lungi from the market with floral designs and started wearing it secretly during the night. However, I noticed recently my dad also started wearing lungi at home and slowly I picked up the habit as well and now I keep wearing lungi at home. Now, I have 3-4 sets of lungi. In the meanwhile, Mustaq and I used to stare at each other whenever we crossed or saw each other,but never had the courage to speak to him. I used to watch him from my balcony talking to his friends and frequently scratching his balls and penis. I used to masturbate sometimes thinking of him and used to cum inside my lungi very often. I had to wash them myself so that my mother doesn’t catch me. I did not know what Mustaq did, but it seemed he was jobless.One day, my mother asked me to fetch milk from the booth as our maid did not come. I did not like the idea as I just awoke from my sleep. I was wearing a lungi and T shirt and I went to fetch milk in that dress and this was first time,I moved out of house in lungi. It was feeling weird. I also used to tie my lungi low on my waist and as a result the folds and the bottom part of the lungi are another 2” below from my toes and brushed the ground while I was walking. But it was the luckiest morning. In the que at the milk booth, I found Mustaq standing in front 

Of me who also came to fetch milk. The booth has not opened as yet and some 10-12 people were waiting. On seeing Mustaq clad in his trademark batik printed lungi,I immediately got horny and my cock started to jump. I did not wear any underwear under my lungi and so didn’t Mustaq. He turned back and gave a smile and we spoke for the first time. I told him my name was Raju and etc. While standing in the que,I closed on him and my erect cock was pressing against his butt. He also started to push his butt on my cock. In the meantime,the booth opened and the line was moving. Suddenly Mustaq pressed my cock with his hand, but he was looking ahead. He adviced me to stand in front of him. I understood his signal changed positions,and then I pressed his cock similarly it was a huge one and a thick one. But that day it couldn’t be more as there were other people around.While coming back,we became friends. He actually works in a saloon near our house, part time. He lives in a old house in the muhalla with a lot of other muslim families crowded there with his family. His parents, one sister and a younger brother lives there. He is 19 years of age and studied till class X and dropped out there after. His father does not live here at present as he works somewhere in Gujrat and comes home in 3 months. His sister and brother. So he has a freedom in his house. He asked me to come to his house one day . That very weekend, I saw him standing near our house and I came down in my jeans and polo vest. I asked him if I can go with him to his house and he was more than happy. Actually,I was interested to see where he lived. He took me to his house. It was a small 2 roomed flat with a separate kitchen and toilet. He and his brother shared a room. I saw in his room, there were posters of film stars and cricketers. I also saw the saloon where we worked.One day,I went to cut my hair at his saloon when he was in duty. I was wearing a lungi and a T Shirt. 

He was clad in a multi colored lungi and vest. I got horny on seeing this. I sat on the chair and he started giving me a haircut. When he got close to me my hand brushed against his front of the lungi and I could feel his dick. Since there was a cloth surrounding me my hands could not be seen. Slowly, I started fondling and playing with his dick which started to get hard. After the hair cut,I asked him to give a shave and he had to shave me standing by my side. This made my task easier and I started playing with his dick over the lungi. My cock was also erect and stood up. My lungi also became a bit of a tent and I think,he noticed that. He whispered me not to play any more,as he’ll cum inside his lungi and it would be embarrassing. He said to meet me in my house some day.That opportunity came soon and my parents were away for 2 days. I called him from my window to come to my house at 7 pm in the evening when I came back from my office. The maids also leaves by then. I came home early from office, had a quick shower and changed into my colorful lungi.A liitle later, the doorbell rang and I saw Mustaq standing there in a body hugging T shirt tucked inside his multicolored lungi and high sandals. I noticed that he also wore his lungi with a lot of care and the folds were very precise. I told him finally that I found him very sexy and he also told the same about me. He told he liked the message I gave him that day in the saloon.We sat on the sofa, side by side, and I started to message his thighs with my hand. He also did the same and started fondling my dick over my lungi straightaway. I noticed his cock was slowly rising from the folds of his lungi. I noticed a bit wetness in the front of his lungi, meaning his precum was already out. When his lungi became a huge tent and was throbbing in excitement, I took him to the 

Bedroom and there we laid down . Both of our lungies formed a huge tents after we laid down. I turned towards him and took his lund into my mouth from over his lungi. He was moaning with pleasure and kept his eyes closed. Slowly, I lifted his lungi, and saw the monster. It was a huge 9” and 3” thick circumsized cock and was in a pulsating mood. I took it in my mouth and suck it and he burst his cum into my mouth. Now it was his turn. I was on the bed and in the excitement forgot to take off the high heeled slippers. He started licking from my sandals ,slowly moving on the top. He suck me from over my lungi and I released my cum there itseld inside the lungi into his mouth. My lungi got wet. I asked him to wait while I went to change. I took my mother’s saree and wore it like a lungi. Unlike the lungi which is stiched, the sari has an opening in the front and the lund could be taken out from between the folds without lifting the lungi.I returned to the bedroom and Mustaq was rubbing his dick from over his lungi to make it erect again. He looked at me and was surprised to see me in a sari worn like a lungi but he found it very sexy. We kissed each other for a long time and then lied down in 69 position. I was licking and sucking his dick and he was doing the same and he did not have to lift my lungi just move it a bit sideways. We were now on each other and were fucking into each others mouth by moving our cocks inside and outside simultaneously. It was gr8 and we were making groans and moans and then burst our cums out. He bid me goodbye that night and we had many such sessions. If you guys liked my story and share my sexy thoughts with the lungi do get in touch with me. Lungi is the most sexy dress code and it has a gr8 effect on lunds. So any lungi loving like minded guys or girls who love lungi clad men do write to me at g.raul1973@gmail.com i’ll be awaiting your comments. Has reading this story made you horny? Want to sex chat with real life hot women?

Vinods Lungi story

After the cinema show, during which we ate some snacks and drank some soft drinks at the time of the interval, we came out of the theatre and walked to a nearby tea shop. There, only ‘samosas’ (a snack deep-fried in oil with potato stuffed inside wheat-coating) were available along with tea. My uncle asked me what I would like to have for dinner. I said that it was too early for dinner as we had been eating snacks during the show. So, we just had a cup of tea and caught a bus going to the railway junction and reached our lodge by about 8 o’clock.

Once inside our room, we both wanted to take a bath before retiring to bed. Our stomachs were full and we did not feel like taking anything for supper. When my uncle went into the bathroom first, I took the opportunity to change my clothes and get into my ‘lungi’ that had been placed by my uncle on one of the pillows, that morning. I hung my pants and shirt on the coat-rack on the wall. My uncle had also hung his pants and shirt on the same coat rack on another peg, I then pulled out my towel from my baggage and I readied myself to go into the bathroom next.

Soon my uncle came out from the bathroom, wearing just a wet towel around his waist. The towel was somewhat short in length, so it did not go round his waist completely. The front side was opening up as he walked and I got a glimpse of his flaccid, black cock dangling inside. He held in his hand a dhoti and a cut-vest, both wet and twisted. They were the ones he had worn in the train last night. He must have washed them when he bathed. He spread them on the chair to dry in the breeze that a noisy fan was spreading all over the room. He then motioned me to go and take my bath. As I went, I heard him say that the water was warm as it came from the overhead tank, where it had got heated up in the sunlight during the day. Before pouring water on my body, I noticed the washing-soap left behind by my uncle on the soap rack. So I thought it would be good to wash my briefs too, because it had earlier fallen into dirty water, the previous day. So, I removed it and soaked it in water standing naked inside the bathroom. The door here was a full door and so there was no danger of my uncle peeping inside to see my nakedness!

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw my uncle stretched out on one side of the double cot. He was wearing his cotton underwear and nothing else. Both his hands were behind his head on the pillow. I did not fail to notice the black tuft of hair under his arm pits and his broad, hairy chest. His gaze was on the ‘lungi’ I was wearing and the washed briefs in my hand. I looked for some space to spread my briefs to dry under the fan. But my uncle’s wet clothes, including his wet towel, were spread all over the chair. My uncle noticed my predicament and said that I could put my briefs on top of his dhoti, as both would dry by next morning in the warmth of the room. So I spread my brief over his dhoti and dried my hair with the towel. I could feel my uncle’s gaze on me all the time. I was not sure whether to spread my wet towel also on the chair or put it elsewhere. But he suggested that I could put it on the towel-rack inside the bathroom.

It was nearly 9 o’clock then. There was a knock on the door. Wondering who it could be at that time of the night, I went and opened the door. A servant boy was standing there with a tray on which were two cups of milk. My uncle asked me to receive the tray and smiled at the server, who smiled back and left. My uncle had ordered milk for the two of us. We drank the milk and my uncle asked me to leave the tray with the empty cups outside the door, which I faithfully carried out.

“Are you not feeling sleepy?” asked my uncle. I said I was. He then said that I could switch off the light and go to bed. He indicated the space next to him on the cot. I went and switched off the light and in the semidarkness, went and lay on my side of the double cot. I turned my head to face the wall beside the cot, away from my uncle, who was lying on his back in the other half. There was silence for a while and I tried to close my eyes and sleep. I would have slept soon, but I heard my uncle say: “I do not know why, but I am unable to sleep.”

I did not say anything, but kept silent.
He then asked: “Vinod, are you asleep?”
“No” I said. “Why?” I did not turn from my position. I was still facing the wall.
“I just asked” he said. “I find it difficult to sleep.”
“It could be because it is a new place, not your own house in Madras” I explained.
“May be” he said. There was a bit of silence. Then he asked again:
“Vinod, do you dream when you sleep?” What a strange question, I thought. Does not every one dream sometime or the other?
“Sometimes” I said, still facing the wall. My uncle followed it up with another strange question: “When you dream, do you see girls in your dream?”
“Of course not” I said.

My uncle’s next question was still stranger! He asked “Do you see boys in your dream?”
I thought of how I had dreamed about him while lying on his cot the previous day, when I ejaculated! I just said: “May be, sometimes.”
At once he asked: “So, was it some boy that was disturbing you in your dream, when you slept yesterday on my cot? You were moaning, you know?”
I was surprised by what he said. I was about to confess to him that I was really dreaming of him. But I immediately denied and said:
“No. No one was disturbing me in my dream.” In saying this I did not realize that I had confessed to him that I did dream while sleeping the previous afternoon. My uncle now had moved over a bit closer to me. Though I had not turned towards him, yet I could feel his breath very near my neck. He then asked in my ear:

“Then, what made you ejaculate in your ‘lungi’? Was it the picture you saw in the magazine before going to sleep?”
A shiver of shame and fright swept over me. While I was wondering how the hell he knew about my ejaculation, he continued: “When I folded your ‘lungi’ this morning, I felt the starchy patches there. I felt it even in the train when we rearranged your clothes to shove in your shoes. I know how they are produced, because I too ejaculate very often in my underwear.”

I thought that it was a good opportunity to turn the focus on him, rather than it be kept centered on me. So, I asked: “Do girls come in your dream and disturb you then?”
“Not girls” he confessed. “I dream of you often!” That statement from my uncle shocked me and I was silent for a minute.
Then I said: “You saw me in your dreams? That’s strange! How could you? You have not seen me for many years’ now!”
“Yes, but I can think of you as a boy of twelve. You were so cute. I often felt that I should put my hand on your crotch and hold your cock.” As he said this, he performed the act! His hand descended on my crotch over my lungi and he caught my semi-erect cock in his hands. At the same time he kissed me on my cheek and said:

“Hope you are not angry with me? This is just fun among bachelors. Get up and switch on the light. I will show you something that will interest you.”

I saw it as an opportunity to get away from his clutches when he said this. I felt a bit ashamed that my uncle had felt my cock that was hardening. Not that I disliked it. I must admit that I got a pleasurable feeling when he placed his hands

Rohans Lungi story

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