Vishwa sat in the corner of his small hostel room, his nose buried in a textbook. The room was bare, the only decorations being a few posters of rock bands and a couple of football players. The single bed was neatly made, the pillow plumped up against the wall. His desk was cluttered with books and notes, a half-empty mug of tea cooling beside his laptop. The quiet of the room was a stark contrast to the chaos outside, where the distant sound of laughter and music hinted at the start of the Holi festivities.
The door burst open with a bang, and four figures filled the doorway. Dhruv, Dvij, Nabhya, and Shayan grinned at him mischievously, their eyes glinting with excitement. "Vishwa, you're not going to miss out on this!" Dhruv declared, his deep voice bouncing off the walls.
Vishwa looked up, surprised and a bit annoyed. "Guys, I told you I've got an exam tomorrow."
Ignoring his protest, the quartet advanced into the room, their energy palpable. Dvij, the shy Brahmin guy, stepped forward with an unexpected boldness. He held out a handful of coloured powder. "Come on, it's just a little fun."
The room erupted in a flurry of movement as the four boys descended upon Vishwa. He tried to dodge, but Dhruv's strong arms caught him in a bear hug, lifting him off the floor. The struggle was futile as they began to strip him down, pulling at his t-shirt and shorts. Vishwa's laughter soon turned to surprise as they revealed their own intentions to join the fray in their underwear.
The air grew thick with the scent of wet paint as the boys playfully threw handfuls of coloured water at each other. The cool droplets splattered against their bare skin, leaving vibrant streaks in their wake.
Vishwa, now in just his boxer briefs, felt a rush of adrenaline as he realized he had to either fight or join in. He took a deep breath, making a split-second decision. With a grin, he lunged at Dhruv, grabbing a fistful of coloured powder from the floor and smearing it across his face. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth, "but I'm not going down without a fight!". His dark skin glistened in the sun peeking through the window.
He howled at Dhruv, and started tearing off his clothes in fun. Soon all of them had their clothes torn except the muslim guy Shayan.
Dhruv's bulge was impossible to miss now, a stark contrast to the vivid blues and pinks that coated his chest. Nabhya's white briefs now drenched in pink colour clung to his round ass, revealing the shape of his firm cheeks beneath the thin fabric. Shayan, the Muslim boy with the gentle eyes, stepped back, watching the unfolding scene with a mix of amusement and curiosity. He was the newest to the group, and this was his first Holi. His body, a canvas of muscles, was untouched by the festivities, his white shalwar kameez standing out like a beacon of purity amidst the chaos.
The room descended into a free-for-all, with boys tackling each other and rolling around on the floor. The once pristine white walls of the hostel room were now a kaleidoscope of hues. Vishwa's lean muscles rippled as he wrestled with Dhruv, their underwear-clad bodies entangled. Nabhya's giggles filled the air as he dodged their grasp, his bare backside bouncing with each evasive move. Dvij, the shy one, found a surprising delight in the anarchy, smearing green and yellow on Nabhya's face as he chased him around the room.
Shayan watched for a moment longer before finally succumbing to the infectious joy. He shed his own clothes, revealing a pair of black briefs that clung to his waist like a second skin. He stepped into the fray, a gentle giant amidst the smaller, more nimble boys. His broad shoulders and muscular chest were soon covered in a riot of colors, his laughter echoing through the room. He was not lean, and had a lot of body hair. He also had tummy rolls. He seemed like a pahalwan.
The battle grew more intense, the air thick with the scent of wet paint and sweat. Vishwa felt the tension in his body begin to ease as the colors melded together, blurring the lines between them. They were no longer just four boys in a hostel room, but a tapestry of friendship and camaraderie.
As the last of the powder was thrown and the final droplets of water splashed, the room grew still. They panted, chests heaving, their eyes gleaming with excitement. For a brief moment, the only sound was the distant music of the festival outside, reminding them of the world beyond their little sanctuary.
Vishwa looked around at his friends, their faces and bodies a vivid mess of colors. He couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. "Okay," he said, his voice a little hoarse, "you win. Holi it is."
And with that, the five of them collapsed onto the floor, exhausted but content. The festival had officially begun for them, not with the crowded streets and the usual fanfare, but in the confines of their little hostel room. As the day grew later, someone suggested breaking out the bottles of cheap whiskey they'd stashed away for a special occasion and sweets. The celebration quickly escalated as the alcohol flowed freely, each sip loosening inhibitions and deepening the camaraderie.
As the music grew louder and their laughter more raucous, Dhruv's gaze grew darker, his eyes lingering on Nabhya's ass. The whiskey had stirred a carnivorous hunger in him, a desire that was only growing with each passing minute. He stumbled over to Nabhya, who was lazily sprawled out on the bed, his cheeks flushed from the booze and his eyes glazed with happiness. Dhruv's grin was predatory as he leaned over him, his hands moving with surprising agility as he ripped the white twunk's underwear to shreds.
The room went quiet as Dhruv's intentions became clear. Nabhya's eyes widened in shock, but he didn't protest as Dhruv's strong fingers found their way into his asshole. The sensation was cold and foreign, but as the alcohol clouded his judgment, he felt a strange thrill run through him. He watched, half in horror and half in fascination, as Dhruv pulled out a can of custard from the mess on the floor.
With a lewd smirk, Dhruv began to fill Nabhya up, the thick white cream spurting out like a fountain, pooling around Nabhya's stretched hole. He watched as the custard oozed out, mixing with the colors already coating their bodies. The sight was obscene, yet oddly mesmerizing. Dhruv's eyes never left Nabhya's as he brought the can to his lips, tasting the sweetness that now mingled with the musky scent of Nabhya's ass.
The room was thick with tension as Dhruv started to drink from the mess he'd created. His tongue darted out, lapping at the creamy mess that spilled onto Nabhya's skin. Nabhya's breath hitched, his body responding in a way he didn't understand. The others watched, frozen, unsure of whether to intervene or to join in the depraved game.
Shayan was the first to move, his curiosity piqued. He knelt beside Dhruv, his own arousal evident. Without a word, he took the can from Dhruv's hand and took a swig, his eyes never leaving the intimate scene unfolding before him. Dvij and Vishwa exchanged a look, the unspoken question hanging in the air.
Vishwa swallowed hard, his own desire rising. He knew this was crossing a line, but something about the raw, unfiltered passion of the moment called to him. He leaned in, his mouth finding the spot where Dhruv had been, and took a tentative lick. The taste was unexpectedly addictive, the mix of sweet and salty, clean and dirty.
The four of them fell into a rhythm, each taking turns to drink from Nabhya's ass, the act growing more and more fevered with each pass. Nabhya's moans grew louder, his body squirming with pleasure and confusion. The line between the playful festivities and something much darker had been blurred, but in the haze of the Holi colors and the warm embrace of the whiskey, none of them cared. They were lost in the moment, a whirlwind of lust and colors, the only thing that mattered was the here and now.
Dhruv's eyes never left Nabhya's as he felt his own cock thicken and strain against his underwear. He pulled away, panting heavily, and looked around the room. His eyes fell on Dvij, who was watching them with a mix of fear and arousal. Dhruv's grin grew wider as he reached out and snatched Dvij's wrist, pulling him closer. "Don't be shy," he said, his voice low and seductive.
Dvij's eyes darted to Vishwa for reassurance, but Vishwa was too busy exploring Shayan's body. He'd moved on from the pecs and was now nibbling on Shayan's neck, eliciting a deep growl from the big guy. Shayan's eyes were half-lidded with desire, his hands tangled in Vishwa's hair.
Nabhya watched as Dhruv's hand moved to his own underwear, and before he could process what was happening, Dhruv had pulled them down, revealing his big, thick cock. Dhruv's hand guided Nabhya's head to it, and he found himself opening his mouth and taking it in. It was his first time doing anything like this, but the atmosphere of the room, the taste of the custard and the whiskey, and the feeling of Dhruv's fingers in his hair, all combined to make it feel somehow natural.
The room was a blur of colors and flesh as the boys touched and tasted each other, their inhibitions forgotten in the throes of passion. The once innocent festival had turned into an orgy of desire and exploration. Dvij stood there, trembling, as Dhruv whispered in his ear, "You're next."
Nabhya's eyes were watering from the assault on his senses, but he couldn't stop himself from bobbing his head, taking Dhruv deeper into his mouth. The feeling was strange, yet oddly exhilarating, as he felt the powerful muscles of Dhruv's thighs tense and release with each movement. The room was spinning, a cacophony of sounds and sensations that seemed to pulse with the bass of the distant festival music.
Vishwa's own desire grew as he watched Nabhya's eager ministrations. He turned his attention to Shayan, his nimble fingers tracing the contours of his pecs. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, eliciting a moan from the muscular boy. The contrast of the cool, wet colors against their heated bodies was intoxicating.
Dvij's fear was palpable as Dhruv's hand reached for his own underwear. He flinched, but Dhruv's grip was firm, insistent. The air grew thick with the scent of arousal as Dvij's cock sprang free, smaller than Dhruv's but just as eager. Dhruv's eyes gleamed with mischief as he wrapped his hand around it, stroking it gently. Dvij's cheeks flamed, but he couldn't deny the growing need in his body.
The whiskey had loosened everyone's inhibitions, and as Vishwa felt Shayan's hands on his own ass, he realized that he'd never been more turned on in his life. He leaned into the touch, his own hands roaming over Shayan's chest, feeling the firmness of his abs, the warmth of his skin. He glanced over at Nabhya, who was now straddling Dhruv's lap, his face buried in the older boy's neck as he continued to suck him off.
The sight was too much for Vishwa to bear. He pulled away from Shayan, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He stumbled over to the bed, his eyes locked on Nabhya's ass, now slick with custard and sweat. He didn't know if it was the booze or the heat of the moment, but he needed to taste it, to be part of the depraved act that was unfolding. He knelt behind Nabhya, his tongue darting out to lick the sticky mess that covered his friend's skin.
The room was a whirlwind of sensation, each boy lost in their own world of pleasure. The sounds of sucking and slurping filled the air, mingling with the occasional giggle or gasp. It was a symphony of desire, a celebration of the flesh that none of them had ever experienced before.
Vishwa started pouring the Mango Lassi they had bought for the occasion over Shayan. He started on his muscular pecs and then started to suckle his nipple. The sweet and salty flavour of the Lassi and the tights pecs of Shayan felt like heaven. Shayan continued to breastfeed Vishwa like the good daddy he was. Vishwa moved his way down. He poured it on his abs, his belly and finally on his underwear. Vishwa sucked on him and licked him and cleaned him. He opened the underwear and starting drinking Shayan's big penis.
Shayan watched, his own cock now in Vishwa's mouth, as Dvij tentatively approached Nabhya. He could see the fear in Dvij's eyes, but also the curiosity, the need to be part of this wild, unbridled moment. He reached out, his hand cupping Dvij's chin, guiding him to Nabhya's ass. The shy Brahmin's eyes grew wide as he took in the sight, but he didn't pull away.
Dvij leaned in, his tongue tentatively touching the sticky mess that surrounded Nabhya's hole. The taste was foreign, but as he licked away the custard, he found himself growing bolder, his fear giving way to a strange excitement. His cock was now fully erect, bobbing in time with the rhythm of Nabhya's movements.
The four of them continued to explore each other, the boundaries of their friendship stretched to their limits. The festival of colors had turned into a celebration of desire, a moment of shared intimacy that would forever change the dynamics of their group. And as the night grew darker and the whiskey bottle grew lighter, the only thing that was certain was that there was no going back.
Shayan was fucking Vishwa. Dvij started fucking Nabhya's bubble butt. The sheer contrast of skin colours endrenched in powdered colours and milk, looked beautiful. The fatty layer glistened and appeared so shiny. Dhruv's high cock demanded attention. He started licking the ass of Shayan. He rimmed it out and inserted his penis. Shayan was now fucking and was getting fucked simultaneously. Vishwa did the same. Vishwa started fucking Dvij. Dvij was fucking Nabhya. They formed a big train. Their movements were synchronised.
It looked so beautiful. Three dark skinned men and two fair. Two muscular and three skinny. Dhruv was a Rajput, from the warrior class. He was a dominant Top. Shayan was a Muslim daddy who got overwhelmed by the warrior penis. He went into the Dalit asshole, generally considered the lowest in ancient Indian society. Vishwa, the dalit, fucked Dvija, who was a brahmin, the so called powerful class in Indian society. And the brahmin fucked the sikh guy, Nabhya who did not wear a turban, and was proud of his femininity.
All of them released their fluids into each other's ass. Nabhya also had to release so he fucked Dhruv for a while. Drenched in a variety of fluids, they slept naked. Holi brought them together, and destroyed the cultural divisions. It is truely a uniting festival.
