r/TrivandrumConfessions

Ithu back in 2024 il ente life il nadanna sambavam aanu.

As many of us I was just a normal guy. No relationship kr or sexual experience. Porn kanum athreyokke thanne. But always wanted to experience it someday.

Njan ente UG course kazhinju tvm vannu. Enik oru few months il oru entrance exam ondayirunu. So preparationu vendi njan oru reading room il pokan thudagi. Enik avidathe last available seat aanu kittiye. Few days angane poy. Ente aduth olla seat was empty. Njan aarum illa enn vicahruchu. But after a few days she came. We didn't talk for a few days. I am an introvert and never used to initiate convos😅. Then one day it happened. We starred talking. It went on for about few hrs. She was 4 yrs older to me. Chechik oru relationship aayi veetil scene aayit athinte issue okke aayirunnu. But it was not something serious. She was over it. But while we were talking enik entho oru vallathe comfortable feeling thonni. Nammal kore samsarichu. Njan pathuke kayyil okke tottu pointing out how she was tanned and all😅.

She asked me porathot poy samsarikamo enn. Avide oru open balcony ondayirunu. Nammal porath poy. She asked me " Ennod enthelum parayan ondo?". I was doubtful. I thought she was looking for a relationship and I was not clearly ready to proceed. But we spoke for sometime and i could feel something was there between us. Njangal thirich seat il vann irunnu. Vendum samsarichu. I don't know there was some tension between us. Njan enth dharuyathila chocihe enn areela, but I asked " Kiss cheythotte ?". She smiled and nodded. We went out. I was still awestruck as to how it happened.

We went out. We kissed behind the half closed door. But we realised it was not safe there. We went down. There was this blind spot on the stairs. We kissed. I groped her ass and slid my fingers into her panties. Felt her vagina. We went up on the way she told me " Njan wet aayi". Thay evening she suggested we take a room. We took.

But first two times sex was not good for us. Both of us were virgins. But pinne angott nalla set aayi njangal. Njangal pattumbo okke room edukum. Pattumbo okke reading room il vachu thanne pani oppikum aarum kanathe.

For me it was something magical. Something most of us have always wanted to experience. We had our own fights in between. We patched up. We again had sex.

But at some point things got a bit emotional between us. Pinne angoot serious fights aayi. At last we ended things and parted ways.

I am sure it will always be a good chapter of our life❤️

We really felt comfortable and secure with each other.

I have no contact with her now. Whereever you are now hope you achieve all your aspirations and goods in life.

Wishing you all the best, my long-lost friend. ❤️

Hey everyone ❤️

Innale njan ente experience ivide share cheythappol, ithra nalla response kittumennu honestly expect cheythilla.

So many DMs, comments, kind words… ellavarkkum oru big thank you! 🫶. It was something I always wanted to share.

Let's hear from you guys. Share your stories.

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My education was the most cliche path followed by most Malayali boys during that time. Opt for Computer Science group in your +2, appear for Engineering entrance exam, Opt for IT/CS and get into your Engineering course. I had opted for IT. Our University had the first year as S1 and S2 combined. That year passed in a jiffy and we became 2nd years. Most attractive thing about that was that we would have a junior batch.

As usual with boys, we were quickly scanning the girls in our junior batch. There were a few good looking ones and one in specific caught my eye. Her name was Divya. Fair skinned with Hazel eyes and a body that seemed to be poured into her tight dress. Through the various senior junior interactions, otherwise called as ragging, I tried to get to know her more. The Fresher's day came around and as an activity, each junior was asked for the name of their favourite senior. To my surprise she took my name. This brought us closer. We would meet up after classes like many other couples. One of those days I had my first kiss with her. Over the days, from kissing we slowly progressed to full on making out and groping to finger play inside her dress. We both were staying in hostels so we couldn't find a way to go beyond that.

Then came the College Arts Fest. It was 3 days of events ending with a professional concert performance on the evening of the final day. On the final day, she came dressed in a half saree and skirt. Seen from the side it gave a tantalizing view of her curves, fair skinned stomach and her deep navel. On first sight itself it drove me crazy with lust. She knew showing off navel in traditional dresses would drive me nuts and she used that information really well.

I kept trying to get some alone time with her throughout the day but didn't succeed as there was always one or other meddling friend spoiling the moment. Finally the sound check for the professional performance was beginning. She came and sat next to me.

" Done with all your chit chats?" I asked her.

" Yes. Now all my time is just yours." She replied

" Do you want to see the performance?" I questioned

" Not if you have something more interesting in mind" She replied.

I was searching for somewhere we could be alone in peace. I took her hand and pulled her along. All the classrooms were locked. But we found the window of one classroom open. The classroom windows did not have any bars and we could easily get into the room through the window. I got in and once she got in, I closed and locked the window. Now at last we could have some peace.

I snaked my arm around her waist, pulled her closer and kissed her. Our tongues wrestled each other while my hands roamed all over her body. Pressing her ass, fingering her navel and groping her boobs over her blouse. Both of us were getting progressively aroused. I unhooked her blouse and tried to get my hands into her bra. But it was too tight. She helped me by unhooking her bra from behind. I pushed it up and wrapped my lips around her right nipple. It was hard as an eraser. I teased the other nipple between my fingers and she moaned loudly. After playing with her nipples for a while, I made her lie down on the teacher's table at the top of the class. I pushed her skirt up her smooth legs and opened her thighs. As I kissed up her thighs, I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. Her moans increased as I got closer to her pussy but it was drowned out by the professional performance sounds. When I reached her panties, they were drenched and sticking to her pussy. I rolled them down her legs and pocketed them. Then I got on to licking her shaved pussy. I also pushed two fingers into her dripping pussy and started to move them in and out along with lashing her clit with my tongue. Her moans reached a crescendo and she came with a quiver. Her body shook for sometime with the force of her orgasm. 

Once it subsided she sat up and kissed me, tasting her own juices on my lips. She kneeled in front of me and unzipped my pants taking my hard cock out. No sooner was it out that she took it into her mouth.  Along with her fingers, her lips and tongue moved up and down my hard shaft. I could not control myself but I didn't want to cum in her mouth. I stopped her and asked if I may put it in. We didn't have a condom as this was not a planned encounter. She hesitated for a second then said she will get some morning after pills. With that green signal, I laid her back on the table, spread her legs and positioned my cock at the opening of her pussy. I pushed in gently her pussy walls slowly opening up to let me in. I paused when I sensed the resistance of her hymen. With one push and her sharp intake of breath, I was completely inside her. I paused a few seconds so she could get used to it and then slowly started pumping. My strokes got faster and within a few minutes I flooded her pussy with my cum. I collapsed on top of her kissing her sweaty lips. We stayed like that for some time. Then got up, fixed our dresses as good as we could and got out of the class through the same window. While making our way back to the professional performance area, we could hear some moans coming from some other classroom. We shared a knowing smile and made our way back.

We reached the apartment, and the door had one of those number locks I'd never seen before. He punched in the code, both of us walked in, and locked it from behind with a heavy click. That sound made my stomach drop. No way out now.

He pointed at the couch without a word. "Sit." I dropped onto the cushions like he ordered. He walked to the kitchen, poured some water, drank from the glass, then held it out to me. I shook my head. I think that was the only time I said "no" that day.

After that, everything was commands. No questions, no choices.

He stood right in front of me while I sat on the couch. My face was level with his crotch. "Take my pants off," he said. My hands shook as I reached up, unbuttoned his jeans, and tugged them down to his ass. He shoved them the rest of the way off himself. Underneath, his cock strained against the underwear, thick and already hard. I froze when I saw the outline. It looked bigger than mine for sure and somewhat less the size that I used to see in porn.

"Feel it," he ordered. I didn't move. He grabbed my wrist, pressed my palm flat against the bulge, and rubbed it up and down over the fabric. The heat and hardness surprised me. I didn't expect my own body to react, but a strange spark ran through me anyway.

He tilted my chin up with one finger so I had to meet his eyes. "You like that?" I stayed quiet at first. He pressed harder until I whispered, "Yes."

He yanked his underwear down in one motion. His cock sprang free, heavy and veined, six or seven inches of thick meat pointing at my face. I turned my head away on instinct. He chuckled, then forced my chin back so I had to stare at it. He took my hand again, wrapped my fingers around the shaft, and started moving it for me in slow strokes. After a few, he let go. "Keep going," he said.

I stroked him with one hand, feeling the skin slide over the hard length. My palm grew slick from the heat. After a minute or two he pulled my hand away, opened my fingers, and spat a thick glob right into my palm. I made a face and wiped it on the couch cushion. His expression darkened. He grabbed my chin hard and gave me an expression which I'm sure meant he was angry at my action and was furious about it. The fear hit me full force.

He spat into my palm a second time, closed my fingers around it, and guided my hand back to his cock, sliding my spit-slick hand up and down his shaft while he stood over me, watching every move.

He kept my hand moving on his cock for another minute, the spit making every stroke slick and noisy.

He made me stand up by placing his hands under my armpits, pulled me towards him and literally pushed me down by pushing my shoulders and literally made me sit on my knees. And at that moment I knew what was going to happen because I had watched this in porn. Then he literally ordered me to suck his dick, which I was okay with... I don't know why... but still I hesitated. But he literally placed his hands behind my head to push in... but before that itself I took his tip inside.

And for the first and last time, to be honest... I thought it would taste bad... but oh boy... it was okay. The tip was soft, like sooo soft. That he didn't have to do anything to me for me to suck his tip... I sucked it without him giving me instructions for the first 2-3 minutes. But after some time... I felt his hands behind my head... his palm was covering my whole head from behind... and he started slightly pushing it. I don't know why... he was not letting me wrap his cock with my hands while I was sucking him. And slowly I started to suck him... and there I knew my limit.

I think I was only able to take 5 inches of him in my mouth. This went for 4-5 minutes I guess and that's when he did the unexpected... when I took all 5 inches... he was not letting me out... he held my head there and he literally tried to push me to take the rest of his cock. I literally nearly choked. He pulled out just long enough for me to gasp for air, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening cock. Then he pushed back in, harder, using my mouth like a hole. My jaw ached. Tears streaked my face, but the fear mixed with something hotter now, my own cock twitching in my pants even as he used me.

I let him fuck my throat until my nose pressed against his pubic hair and I couldn't breathe. He held me down for several long seconds before letting me up, only to push me back in again.

Thick saliva dripped from my lips as he forced me to swallow it all. My own saliva coated his cock from the sucking, and he made sure I swallowed every bit. From that point on he was the one controlling the pace completely. Before I realized it, he had pushed me to take his full seven inches inside my mouth. Tears were coming out of my eyes. After some time one hand became two, his two hands now controlling the pace of the sucking. And finally after 10-15 minutes he put a stop to it and gave me a little tap to my face like a small slap, which was not painful.

After that tap, he pulled me up by the shoulders and guided me further into the apartment.

We walked straight to the bedroom. The first thing he did was grab a fresh bedsheet from the closet and spread it over the rumpled one already on the mattress. That simple action made my stomach twist. He was planning to put me through something messy, something that would leave stains.

He pointed at the bed. "On your back." I climbed up and lay down, heart hammering. He grabbed my ankles and yanked me toward the edge until my head hung off the mattress. A pillow went under my neck to adjust the angle. My hands stayed at my sides until he grabbed both wrists and pinned them wide against the bed. His weight settled over me as he bent forward.

His cock, still slick from earlier, pressed against my lips. He pushed in without asking. The first few thrusts stayed shallow, but he quickly changed the angle and drove deeper. My throat tightened around him. He didn't pull back. Saliva flooded my mouth and spilled over my cheeks. He kept thrusting, using the new position to slide further each time. I gagged hard, body jerking, but his hands held my arms flat and his hips kept moving.

After a couple of minutes he finally eased out. I tried to roll onto my stomach, desperate for a break, but he pushed me flat again. His cock dragged across my face, smearing spit over my skin before he shoved back into my mouth. The pace picked up. He fucked my throat in long, steady strokes, sometimes holding deep for several seconds while I struggled for air. Every time I choked he pulled back just enough for a quick breath, then sank in again.

I stayed fully dressed. He was still only half naked, jeans around his thighs. My own cock strained inside my pants, untouched. The realization hit me that I was nothing more than a hole for him right now. He used my mouth like that for over half an hour, switching between deep, relentless thrusts and slower, grinding pushes that forced me to swallow around the head. Thick strands of spit ran down my face and into my hair.

When he finally stopped, he let go of my wrists and stepped back. I lay there panting, face covered in spit, throat sore and swollen. He grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my stomach in one rough motion. My face pressed into the fresh sheet as he climbed over me. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my pants and yanked them down just enough to bare my ass. Both hands spread my cheeks wide. The head of his cock nudged against my hole. He pressed forward slowly at first, testing the resistance, then added more pressure. The tight ring refused to give. Pain flared sharp and sudden as he tried again, pushing the tip harder against the clenched muscle. I tensed up hard, gasping and pulling away instinctively. He tried once more, the blunt head straining but unable to breach even an inch. The pressure made me flinch and twist under him. He pushed twice more with steady force before giving up with a low grunt and turning my head back toward his cock.

He wiped his cock on my cheek one last time and pulled his jeans up. The disappointment hit me right then, even through the haze of nerves and arousal. I had wanted him to take my virginity that night, to keep me there for days if needed, stretching me open until I could take every inch. But he didn't. He let me up without another word. I pulled my pants back into place while he watched from the edge of the bed. My throat still ached, my face sticky with spit and precum.

Finally, he kindly let me use the bathroom. I went in, freshened up, and took some time to myself. When I came back out, we started talking. He began asking me more about myself—where I was going, what I was doing, where I was from, and what I was up to. It wasn't just random small talk; he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me.

He was also really considerate. He offered me something to eat and brought me some cold drinks, making sure I was comfortable. I hadn't expected that kind of hospitality, especially from someone I had only just met and used me.

We ended up spending another hour or two talking and just hanging around. After spending all that time together, I assumed he was going to use me again. But instead, he did something completely different. He dropped me off so I could catch the bus and head toward the place I had originally been going to when I was on the train.

The End

What would you have done differently if you could relive that night? Would you have begged him to stay and try again, or would you have walked away like I did?

Onam celebrations filled our UST office with traditional clothes, music, and photos. I was wearing a mundu, while my girlfriend looked stunning in her Kerala saree.

While she was taking pictures with her teammates, one of the guys came up behind her and playfully pinched her waist. She turned around, saw him, and smiled. A moment later, he pulled her closer by the waist for a selfie, his hand resting against her bare waist.

They kept taking pictures together, standing very close and laughing. He even asked another friend to photograph them while keeping his arm around her waist. She seemed completely comfortable with him.

I stood there watching, burning with jealousy.

Later, I saw them walking together to the cafeteria for lunch, still laughing and talking. I wanted to tell my girlfriend how uncomfortable I felt seeing another guy touch her so casually, but I kept everything inside.

That Onam celebration became less about the festival and more about the jealousy I couldn't admit to her.

Thanks for all the responses to my last post. A lot of you asked what happened after that first touch on the train, and honestly, looking back, I think that was the moment I stopped belonging to myself and started belonging to him.

So that brushing thing and all was happening, for 5–10 minutes. And he looked at me and realised that I'm enjoying it. But I was really scared and stuck and didn't know what to do.

And when his stop arrived... he literally placed his hands on my back. Like, not on my ass... above it. And gave me a little push. Which means he wanted me to get off with him there... even though my station was the next one. I was nervous and liked what he did to me at the same time.

I said no the first time. Then I got off with him anyway. I have no idea why I did that.

He was leading the way, and until that we hadn't talked a single word. My heart was beating like hell. So I followed him to the parking lot where his car was parked. And shameless me sat on the front seat.

After both of us were inside the car, he started the engine. The car idled. His hand stayed on the gearshift. And before he started driving, he talked to me for the first time, and it was a question: "Did you like what I did to you?"

I had no answer, which he took as yes, I guess. He gave me a smirk. He put the car in gear and started driving.

First he didn't do anything. After driving for 2–3 minutes... I felt it. After some time, his palms were on my thighs, and gradually it started to move towards my hard dick over my pants, and he started to rub them. My heart was beating so fast that I couldn't sense anything around me. For some reason I enjoyed it, but I was also nervous at the same time.

Somewhere in there, he unzipped me. His hand was inside my pants, rubbing my dick over my underwear. And he started to squeeze them too, all this while he was driving the car with one hand. My mouth said nothing. My hips said everything. The boy in me was enjoying it for some reason.

And after some time while driving he called his friend, and he was saying that he needed an apartment for tonight. And that's when I knew that this was only the start of my new life.

After some more rubbing and squeezing, we finally reached the apartment. He was not doing anything while we stepped out of the car until we reached the apartment room. I was expecting him to do something in the lift. But he didn't do anything.

And my mind said: He was saving it all for the apartment.