The next morning, as soon as the rooster crowed, Binh and I opened the door and stepped out into the backyard. The weather outside was cool and fresh, with dew still clinging to the leaves. Looking to the side, we saw Sang sitting by the water jar brushing his teeth and washing his face, while Tam seemed to have gone home sometime ago.
Seeing him, Binh and I tried to maintain the most normal expression possible to greet him. Then, as usual, we picked up our tools and hurried out to the field to check the traps we had set the day before.
Normally, Binh would have rushed down to the edge of the field, afraid the fish would suffocate in the traps. Today, however, he seemed unusually absent-minded, walking past the marked spot several meters without noticing.
I shouted, “Where are you daydreaming? The traps are right here!”
Binh turned around, put the bucket down, clicked his tongue, and then reached down to lift the trap out of the water. As expected, apart from a few snails, all the perch were floating belly-up, gasping for air. Yet he didn’t even bother to look at them, which was really unusual.
I asked, “What’s wrong with you? Did you catch a cold?”
He just clicked his tongue and replied, “No. It’s just something I don’t understand.”
I instinctively looked at him with a strange expression, because the Bình I knew never pondered anything before. I asked, “What is it?”
After emptying the fish, Bình put the trap back in its place, jumped ashore, sat down on the ground, and said to me, “Just think, how the hell did that huge dick fit into his asshole? And he was bouncing up and down for half an hour.”
I nudged him hard on the shoulder, making him sway to one side. I thought he was worried about something else, but unexpectedly, his mind was completely preoccupied with what happened last night. I sighed and said, “So what are you wondering about? Are you planning to…”
Before I could finish my sentence, I felt his mischievous hand groping under my butt. I pretended to elbow him, and he pretended to dodge. But he didn’t give up, his face showing great determination as he said, “I’ll go ask Mr. Sang when I get back!”
Ignoring him, I picked up the bucket and continued walking forward, whispering, “Yeah, go ahead and ask him. Let him know that you two were sneaking around his house in the middle of the night.”
Just then, Uncle Bay Ro paddled past in his boat, which was full of baskets of water hyacinths, seemingly delivering to a customer. Seeing us, he asked loudly, “Hey, aren’t you two going to carry rice?”
Thang Binh excitedly asked, “Where did you hire us, Uncle Bay?”
Uncle Bay replied, “At Mrs. Be Nam’s house, of course. The rice boats are huge; there will be several boats by tonight.” Then Uncle Bay paddled away.
Hearing Mrs. Bé Năm’s words, Bình remembered the previous incident where Hồng almost made a fool of him, and his smile vanished. I nudged him and said, “Come on, let’s hurry. It’s crowded today, with hundreds of eyes watching, what’s there to be afraid of?”
Bình felt reassured, and after calming down, he suddenly exclaimed, “Ah!” and said, “Let’s go ask Mr. Sang to come along too!”
The two of us quickly finished the remaining fishing nets and ran home. Most people here are “desperate for work,” so if we’re a little late, they might already have enough people.
Bình and I ran to Mr. Sang’s house and saw the door wide open, but no one was in the front. Thinking he was in the backyard, we rushed into the room and called out loudly, “Mr. Sang!”
*room: the area where the bed is placed, usually at the back of the house, separated from the front by a partition.
Who would have thought, Mr. Sang had already moved his bed into the room. When we walked in, we saw him lying naked on the bed, one hand holding his phone, his eyes glued to it, the other hand gripping his huge penis, which was sticking out of his soccer shorts and thrusting up and down. He must have been doing it for a while because his penis was rock hard and veiny, and his hand speed was incredible.
Seeing us enter, Sang jumped, and we panicked and turned away. Just as we were about to leave, Sang asked, “What do you want?”
Binh replied, “I want to invite you to carry rice for hire. Are you coming?”
Thinking Sang had “put his things away,” Binh and I turned back to talk. But he was still lying there thrusting as if nothing had happened, and replied, “Yes! But wait for me to come out first!”
Binh and I felt embarrassed and turned away again. Sang then chuckled, “You weren’t shy watching for half an hour last night, and now you’re acting shy?”
I thought to myself, “Oh no, he knows everything!”
Binh, calmer, stammered, “Huh… You know?”
Sang laughed, “I used to be a professional burglar guard for homeowners. But damn it, you two were ejaculating all over the wall, how could I not know? Go outside and look, there are still dried semen stains on the wall.”
I was speechless, not knowing how to respond. Binh changed the subject, asking, “Why didn’t you close the door then?”
Sang gripped his penis tightly, shaking it and slapping it against his stomach, making a loud slapping sound. He replied, “So you guys can learn something to use later!”
I blushed and turned away, wanting to bury my head in the ground. It seemed Sang not only knew we saw him and Tam having sex, but also knew that Binh and I were “not quite normal” either.
Binh, however, was different. He excitedly sat down on the bed, pointing at Sang’s enormous penis and asking, “How did you manage to insert this… Does it hurt your hip, Sang?…”
Sang smirked and replied, “Did you see Tam’s hip hurt last night?”
Binh shook his head: “No, he looked like he was enjoying it immensely. How could he do it, Sang?”
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Sang winked: “The important thing is technique!”
I looked out the window and saw some men from the upper village cycling past, probably heading towards Mrs. Bé Năm’s house to carry rice. I called out, “Hey, those guys from the upper village are leaving!”
Bình looked at Sang and urged, “Hurry up, brother, or they’ll have enough people!”
Sang replied, “Yeah, I’m almost there!”
Then, Sang plugged his earphones into his phone, turned the volume up almost to maximum, the moans from the movie he was watching flooding his ears, filling every corner of his head. He spat on his hand, then grabbed his penis and continued to masturbate. His long, shiny penis was constantly being stroked, accompanied by the squelching, sticky sounds coming from its bright red shaft.
Sang’s eyes were half-closed, his mouth breathing heavily, but he only dared to moan softly. Occasionally, he gritted his teeth and gasped, then squeezed his penis tightly and stroked it vigorously in rhythm.
After about two minutes, he started masturbating faster and faster. When he could no longer restrain himself, he let out a few sounds of pleasure, “Mmm… mmm…” The sounds grew louder and louder, and Sang began to ejaculate profusely with each moan: “Ah… Ah… So good… So good… Mmm… So good…”
His penis was pointing upwards, so the semen spurted up and then spilled down. Binh saw this and was a little startled, standing up to avoid getting covered in it. Semen stained the bed, while Sang took a deep breath and smiled with satisfaction.
Sang then took another breath and sat up, putting on only his sweatpants. His slightly erect penis, without underwear, was clearly visible. Binh asked in confusion, “Are you going to leave it like that?”
Sang took a cap from the wall and put it on, replying, “It’ll go down soon! No one will notice anyway.”
Thinking about it, it’s true, maybe only Bình and I in this area are interested in that kind of thing for the guys, the other guys wouldn’t even want it if you offered it to them.
We borrowed a bicycle from Uncle Bảy’s house and the three of us sped over to Mrs. Bé Năm’s house. Before we even got there, we saw a group of people walking over looking for work. We all sped up, running breathlessly. When we arrived, we threw the bike against the fence and hurried to find a place to line up. What a family with such strict customs and traditions, even hiring workers requires lining up.
Sửu stood on the porch, holding a notebook and pen, and said in a loud voice: “Line up properly, guys. The owners are out on business today, so if you mess around, I’ll send you all home! Now, each of you come up and tell me your names so I can write them down. The owners will be back tomorrow, so come back and collect your money, okay?”
*Sloppy: causing disruption, not following rules, vandalizing
Binh muttered to himself: “Damn it, a servant in this house acting like the master! Just because he knows a few words, he pretends to be knowledgeable and spouts nonsense.”
*Servant: a domestic worker, a maid
Binh finished speaking when he saw Dan’s eyes looking in his direction. Then he turned and ran into the house. A moment later, Hong came out, swaying, pulled up a chair on the porch, and fanned herself with a fan. The people from the river below ran up, shouting: “The rice boat has arrived, Aunt Ut!”
Hong cleared her throat and, using her whining voice, gave the order: “Start registering, Suu!”
One by one, people went up to have their names read, and after reading, they hurried down to the riverbank to wait for the boat as it docked. The line was so long that the first person had already carried a sack of rice ashore before it was our turn to register. By the time the men at the front had carried the first three or four sacks, Binh and I approached the table. On the paper, Suu had already written down the number forty-eight.
Without me reading out the names, Suu knew exactly what to write. Hong saw Binh approaching and greeted him warmly with a smile: “Oh my God, Binh, you’re amazing! I only hired fifty people today, you’re perfect!”
Suu then shouted: “We have enough people! Those of you behind me, wait another day!”
The men behind sighed and left one by one. Some begged to work again, but Dan brushed them off. But Sang, standing right behind Binh, was just the right size, with some even left over. I clicked my tongue and pointed at Sang, asking: “This guy’s new here, Aunt Ut, can you let him work so he can earn a living?”
Suu slammed his notebook shut and said in a loud voice: “Don’t you understand what I’m saying? We have enough people!”
Sang, standing behind me, said, “Okay, you two get to work, I’m going home first!”
Hearing his deep, warm voice whispering in my ear, Hong immediately glanced at the young man wearing a cap behind her. Sang also took off his cap, pretending to lift his shirt to reveal his bulging abs on his tanned body. He fanned himself with his cap to cool his stomach, saying, “It’s so hot here, it’s only early morning and it’s already so hot!”
And when he lifted his shirt, the bulge under his pants was clearly visible. I noticed his penis seemed a little erect, but he didn’t bother to cover it up. He even turned around to look at the group of people carrying the loads, his penis waving in the air.
Suu then yelled, “Are you two going to work or not? Just sign up and stand here doing nothing?”
Having no other choice, Binh and I had to follow the group down to the boat on the river to start carrying the rice. When we carried the sacks of rice back up, Sang was nowhere to be seen. I guessed he’d probably gone back to the fields to catch fish.
The rice granary…
Mrs. Bé Năm’s house must have provided for this whole area for a year. The rice storage was deep inside the house, accessible only by following the side path for several dozen meters and turning two or three times. We hadn’t encountered any problems on previous trips. But this time, every time we brought rice into the storage, we heard a creaking sound coming from somewhere. However, Mrs. Bé Năm’s house was so large that the sound echoed from one place to another, making it impossible to pinpoint its source.
The men carrying the rice heard this and chuckled, whispering to each other: “Young Master Hai must eat nutritious food every day. He’s been doing this for hours and hasn’t stopped yet!”
Another man replied: “Nonsense! He didn’t stop earlier, only about ten minutes or so.”
Another man added: “Nonsense again! He stopped twice already, and now it’s the third time!”
I suddenly remembered that this house also had several of Hồng’s older brothers, whom the workers called Young Master Hai, Young Master Ba, and Young Master Tư. I heard that Uncle Hai just came home for a visit the other day, bringing his girlfriend from Saigon with him. No wonder there are strange noises coming from the house right now.
Lùi couldn’t contain his curiosity, so he stood pressed against the wall, listening intently. After only a short while, he reached down and scratched his crotch; the sounds inside must have made his penis erect, the head rubbing against his pants and causing an itch. He was wearing elastic pants, so there was a bulge outside, giving the others a chance to tease him: “Damn, this guy’s so sensitive!”
He only dared to listen for a little while before going outside. As he went back down to the boat carrying the next sack of rice, he whispered, mimicking the sounds he’d heard: “Oh… oh… I’m so horny, honey… Your dick is so big… You’re going in so deep… My pussy is gushing with fluid, honey… Oh… So good… Honey… Harder… Harder… Fuck me more, honey… Don’t stop, honey… Oh… oh…”
The other men listened, gasping and showing a hint of desire. Back in the boat, Mr. Tu whispered, “If my wife were like that, I’d be happy. Damn it, as soon as I put my dick in, she’d tell me to come quickly, no more fucking!”
Nhi nudged Mr. Tu’s shoulder and said, “Why didn’t you tell me? I’ll take you to that coffee shop out there sometime. Every girl there has a butt as big as a barrel, and breasts like watermelons for Tet!”
Uncle Mười burst out laughing and asked, “So, are there any girls with two vaginas and four breasts, you know?”
Brother Đậu, carrying a sack of rice, chimed in, “Even if there were, they’d hide it. It’s not easy for them to tell you, Uncle.”
The whole group laughed heartily, as if trying to dispel the sweltering heat. Fifty people carried sacks from one boat to another, everyone exhausted, yet the boats kept coming back. By the time their hair and backs were soaked with sweat, the last boat finally left the dock. Each man carried about thirty or forty sacks, roughly earning a hundred thousand dong.
As usual, Dần brought out a large bucket of iced tea, half his size. Without a word, the others gulped it down, emptying it in no time. Each man took a few sips and then left, without bothering to check Sửu’s ledger. Although he was arrogant in the way Binh always described, like a dog relying on its master’s power, he wasn’t cunning or deceitful towards the workers.
When Binh and I tried to grab a sip of water, the only thing left in the bucket was a plastic cup lying haphazardly at the bottom. We looked at each other, sighed, and dejectedly trudged off.
Just as we reached the gate, Binh and I were startled to see Uncle Bay’s bicycle still leaning against the fence on the other side. We thought he must have been too sad and forgotten his bike. So, each of us climbed onto a bike, and after a few pedal strokes, a voice called from behind: “Hey, wait for me! Wait for me!”
Binh and I stopped on the nearby bridge and looked back. It was indeed Sang. He had a cigarette in his mouth and was leisurely walking towards us. I couldn’t help but ask, “Oh, you went home and then came back to get your bike?”
Sang waved his hand, gesturing for me to sit still behind him so he could drive, then took a drag on his cigarette and replied, “I couldn’t go home, I’ve only just been released.”
Sang started pedaling, and Binh, who was driving the other bike, looked confused: “Why couldn’t you go home? Where have you been all this time?”
He replied, “Damn, that creaking sound for half the day, and you guys don’t understand?”
My head suddenly went blank, and Binh yelled, “Holy shit!”
I also started to suspect something, but still asked to confirm, “You… You with whom?”
Sang, with one hand steering and the other taking a long drag on his cigarette, replied, “That girl you guys call Aunt Ut or something. She’s the kind of girl who just stares at guys’ dicks! I fucked her to teach her a lesson.”
Binh and I looked at each other, then at Sang. Sang seemed to sense our gazes and said, “What’s so surprising? I’ve slept with both men and women. In Saigon, they call it bisexuality.”
Binh glanced around, making sure no one was nearby before saying, “How dare you? Aren’t you afraid her parents will put you in jail?”
He replied, “Afraid of what? I’m not some naive deer that easily tricked.”
Then he recounted that as soon as we turned our backs, Hong dragged him into the room. She said, “There are enough people outside, come in and fix something in my room for me, and I’ll pay you.”
Sang didn’t refuse the job and asked, “What do you need fixed?”
Hong replied, “The bottom panel of my wardrobe is broken. Can you come in and nail it back together for me?”
“I!”
Sang quickly got to work. The space under the cabinet wasn’t too low or too high. He lay down and reached his head inside to find the loose spot to close it. To get his upper body under the cabinet, he had to bend his knees and push his upper body in. The elasticated pant leg kept slipping down as his legs lifted. His penis was sticking out from one side of the pant leg, half soft, half erect.
Seeing this, Hong pretended to be startled and exclaimed, “Oh my God, what’s that huge thing? Hey, what are you doing? Pull your pants up!”
Sang, seeing that she was addicted but still shy, pretended to say, “My hand is stuck in here, look somewhere else. Or you can pull my pant leg up for me.”
Hong, being kind, moved closer to Sang and said, “Okay, I’ll pull your pant leg up for you. I’m looking somewhere else, not at that part of you. Where’s your pant leg?”
Sang replied, “The space under the cabinet is too low, I can’t see out there.” “Just grab whatever you can find.”
As she spoke, Hong’s hand fumbled towards his pants leg, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, she grabbed his huge penis. She had been shy just moments before, but now, Hong’s hand clung to Sang’s penis, refusing to let go. She squeezed it tightly while stroking it up and down.
Since he was already aroused, Sang let her satisfy her craving. After a while, he said, “Little Miss, it seems you’ve got the wrong thing!”
Hong feigned surprise and replied, “Oh really? I wasn’t looking, so I didn’t know. I was thinking, ‘Why is it so hard to pull up your pants?’” “It keeps going up and then down like that…”
After saying that, Hong stepped back, admiring Sang’s erect penis pointing towards the ceiling. Sang, hiding under the cupboard, asked, “Hey, where did you say the piece of wood came loose? I don’t see it.”
Hong replied, “Let me open the cupboard door and check, then I’ll show you where to nail it.”
Sang heard Hong’s footsteps on her wooden clogs, clattering towards the cupboard. Then suddenly, she let out a cry of “Ah!” and her whole body fell towards Sang. Sang couldn’t see anything, only feeling his huge penis being tightly gripped by her vagina, warm and strangely intoxicating.
Sang couldn’t control himself; his penis twitched a few times inside her vagina. Although he knew Hong was inherently promiscuous, he didn’t expect her to be this bold.
Sang, relying on his inability to see anything outside, pretended to ask, “What’s wrong, Auntie?”
Hong replied, “The tile came loose, so I tripped.” “Oh no. Now… now what do we do?”
Sang calmly replied, “Just stand up.”
Hong slightly raised herself up, the edges of her vagina rubbing against his penis, momentarily intoxicating Sang. Her vaginal fluids flowed profusely, pooling on Sang’s navel; she was clearly enjoying it just as much. After raising herself up a little, she sat down again, whimpering, “No… no… It’s too big, it seems to be stuck…”
Sang said again, “Then just leave it there, I’ll crawl out and get it out.”
Hong quickly replied, “No! Don’t move!” “It’s so big, if you move it, it’ll hurt me to death!”
She said that, but her whole body wouldn’t sit still. She sat up, and when more than half of his penis was exposed, she lowered her buttocks, complaining that she couldn’t get it out. She bounced up and down continuously, making Sang’s penis go in and out of her sticky vagina. The more she bounced, the more aroused she became, even moaning in pleasure. Sang knew this wasn’t her first time.
Seeing this, Sang placed his hands on the floor for leverage, thrusting his penis in and out with extreme force, giving Hong a fright. She moaned uncontrollably: “Ah… Too fast… What are you doing?” “Oh… So good… So good…”
Hong’s voice was half-awake, half-asleep. Sang pushed her up, pulling his penis out of her throbbing, swollen vagina. He casually said, “It’s out now.”
Hong, like an addict whose craving had been interrupted, retorted, “You dared to take it out without my permission?”
With that, she reached for his large, long penis and eagerly shoved it back into her vagina. She thrust even more wildly than before. Her hand grasped Sang’s hand and placed it on her round, firm breasts. Sang stroked from her shoulder down, discovering that she was completely naked.
Seeing this, Sang didn’t bother pretending anymore. He got out, lifted Hong onto the bed, exposing her vagina, and stood below, beginning to thrust. Because he had ejaculated before leaving, Sang was incredibly strong. He pounded away. Sang’s penis was both strong and fast, causing Hong’s sturdy bed to creak and groan. That was the sound people outside could hear.
Sang roughly massaged Hong’s breasts with both hands. Hong lay with her legs spread wide, her legs wrapped around Sang’s buttocks. Her eyes were half-closed from the endless, intoxicating pleasure. She moaned loudly: “Oh… oh… I’m so horny, honey… Your dick is so big… You’re going in so deep… My pussy is gushing with fluid… Oh… It feels so good… Honey… Harder… harder… Fuck me more… Don’t stop, honey… Oh… oh…”
Sang said nothing, just took a few deep breaths and fucked Hong like a machine. About fifteen minutes later, he flipped her over and played doggy style. Hong knelt on the bed, her long hair falling down in front of her. Her forehead was drenched in sweat, but compared to her pussy below…
It didn’t matter. With Sang thrusting his penis all the way in, Hong screamed like crazy, so much so that he had to cover her mouth to prevent people from rushing in.
Hong moaned as if crying: “Oh, honey… It’s so deep… Oh… It’s so deep, honey… I’m so horny… Suu and Dan’s dicks are too small, they can’t make me feel as good as yours… Oh… So good… Oh… Faster, honey! Shoot into my pussy… Oh… It’s so good, honey… I’m coming, honey… I’m coming… I’m coming… Oh… Oh…”
After saying that, Hong’s whole body tensed up, arching her back high, her pussy contracting around Sang’s penis, gushing with fluid in rapid bursts. Sang was also aroused, his penis, which had been working for a while, reached its peak. He decisively pulled his penis out, and at that moment, he ejaculated profusely. If only he had been a second slower, Hong’s pussy would have become his semen reservoir.
Afterward, Hong made him stay there with her until the men outside finished carrying the rice boat before letting Sang go home.
At this point, Sang pulled out a 200,000 dong note from his pocket and waved it in front of us. Binh smirked and said, “Damn it, carrying rice all day until you’re exhausted just gets you fifty thousand dong, and you don’t even get paid immediately. He goes in there and fucks the landowner all day and earns four times as much.”
Sang glanced at him and calmly replied, “Hey, it’s tough, you know? It’s not like it’s always pleasurable just by putting it in.”
I didn’t think about that, I just wondered, “Hong is from a respectable family, so why… Everyone gets horny, but where did she learn those lewd lines?”
Sang took a puff of his cigarette and said, “I asked him, and he said he heard his sister-in-law moaning like that, so he imitated her.” Then he turned around and said to me, “You should learn too, so you can moan for this guy to hear someday.”
I was embarrassed and lowered my head, not knowing what to do, while Binh laughed gleefully.
The sun was setting in the west, its light shimmering on the large river. As we drove past home, my mother immediately showed us, “I just cooked a pot of fragrant fish, and there are some gourds that Aunt Tam gave me to make soup with, along with some dried shrimp. Go wash up and hurry up to eat dinner with me.” Before Binh and I could reply, Sang sweetly said, “Yes!” My mother smiled kindly, picked up the broom she had just used to sweep the yard, and went inside.