Upon entering his dorm, Harpinder set down his book bag and placed his phone on his nightstand. "Feel free to grab a patka and get started. There should be some fresh ones in my hamper."
Mohan took off his hat and tied his long hair into a bun on top of his head. He then fished a clean white cloth from Harpinder's hamper. Though, unbeknownst to him, this was actually one of Harpinder's cum rags that he used to clean up after jacking off. Still, Mohan was able to tie it into a patka on his head with relative ease. Mohan then grabbed a pink turban cloth from Harpinder's wardrobe and tied it onto his head. Since Mohan didn't practice Sikhism, he was surprised by how well he was able to put a turban on, but being next to Harpinder in this moment made it feel right.
"Wow, you tied it perfectly" Harpinder stepped closer to Mohan to inspect his work "are you sure you haven't done this recently?" With Mohan's strong Punjabi features, mustache, beard, and now a turban to complete the look, Harpinder could not contain himself. He grabbed the back of Mohan's turbanned head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. In the heat of the moment, both men fell onto Harpinder's bed. Pulling away from the kiss, Harpinder placed his hand on top of Mohan's turban and pushed Mohan's head down to his waist. Getting the hint, Mohan eagerly unbuckled and pulled off Harpinder's pants, gently stroking the Sikh man's dick hard.
The rim of Mohan's turban gave Harpinder a firm grip to pull Mohan's face into his crotch. Mohan made little resistance, expertly sucking the dick that Harpinder was skull fucking him with. With his foreskin pulled back, Harpinder's cock head was much more sensitive, increasing the pleasure he got from Mohan's tongue curled around it. Getting close to climax, Harpinder pulled his moist dick out of Mohan's mouth and slid it into the silky cloth of Mohan's patka. He came, covering Mohan's hair in cum. The volume of cum caused the cloth of the patka to expand, though none leaked out as it was tied tight on his head. Thus, the turban tied around it also bulged out, like a balloon that was given an extra pump of air. Mohan could feel the semen swishing above his head, making him feel woozy.
He thought that he should feel humiliated, that he should take the dirty cloths off immediately. But these feeling were soon swished away as his thoughts realigned. Sikh men wore their turbans like the crown of a king. However, Mohan wasn't a Sikh, not yet. As a Punjabi man, he felt honoured to be used as this beautiful Sikh's cum rag. Perhaps with enough Sikh seed absorbed into his turban, a bit of their enlightenment could enter his mind. Then he could finally wear his turban as a crown.
"Thank you" Harpinder said between short breaths, "I'm sorry if I got carried away"
"I should be the one thanking you, that was hot" Mohan revealed that he came into his own underwear and pants "looks like I'll need to borrow more than just a turban"
"Feel free to borrow anything from my wardrobe. Its mostly suits since I love to look my best, but I do have some casual clothes if that's more your style."
Mohan went to Harpinder's wardrobe and picked out a pair of kachera underwear, dark jeans, a white tee-shirt with a rainbow khanda print, and an iron Kara bracelet. "How does this look?" Mohan posed.
"Perfect, I'm sure everyone's going to love you at tonight's meeting!" Harpinder grabbed his phone and book bag, "shall we get going?"