When my mother heard I was about to start working in the factory, she was overjoyed. The night before I left, she kept reminding me: “You’re new here. If they take advantage of you at first, try to bear it in silence. If you don’t know how to do something, tell me when you come back. Save up whatever you earn to buy things for yourself; you don’t need to send money back to me. I have plenty of vegetables and fish here, and I don’t spend anything extravagant. Save some money for emergencies, so you’ll have something to use when needed.”
Sitting beside her, I quietly hugged her and replied, “You say that every day, Mom, I remember it all! I’m going to work far away, and you’ll be alone here. Be careful when you come and go, Mom. Auntie Ba said I get one day off each month, and I’ll come visit you. If anything urgent happens, tell Auntie Ba to pass the message on to me.”
Sang was sitting there, and suddenly pulled a small cardboard box from his jacket pocket, pushing it towards me. He said, “Why bother? From now on, whenever Aunt Hai wants to talk to you, just call me.”
I took the box and opened it. Unexpectedly, it was a new model phone, no less advanced than the one Binh used to borrow to play games. I stared at the phone, stammering, “This…this…”
Sang continued, “I bought it for you. Take it with you so you can stay in touch.”
I looked at Sang in astonishment, “Oh my God, this is so expensive! I can’t accept it. You keep it and use it. I can buy one later when I get a job and earn a salary.”
Since Sang came here, my mother and I knew all about his situation. He was an orphan, living hand-to-mouth. This new phone costs at least several million dong, which might even be Sang’s savings.
My mother said, “Phuc is right, Sang. Besides, I can save up to buy him a phone later. Since you’ve already bought this phone, you can sell it to someone else to get your money back, and then you can buy gold for your wedding.”
Despite my mother and I refusing, Sang insisted, “I have plenty of money, Auntie Hai, don’t worry! I could buy a dozen of these phones. I’ve worked in Saigon for decades and I’ve saved enough money to get married, Auntie Hai. Phuc, take this with you to use; consider it an advance from me. You can pay me back gradually when you have the money later.”
After some back and forth, my mother and I couldn’t refuse Sang’s kindness. Thanks to that, both my mother and I felt much more at ease, because no matter what good or bad things happened, we could at least confide in each other.
It was pitch black outside, but I kept glancing out the door, looking for a long time before sighing. I was leaving tomorrow morning, and Binh still hadn’t come to visit. My mother busied herself packing my things, going in and out, checking everything, rummaging through the empty room to see if there was anything I could take with me, gathering everything up. Sang lit a cigarette and sat on the veranda next to me, knowing without asking who I was thinking of. He said, “Binh is out at Uncle Tu Tai’s shrimp farm. You can’t wait for him, he won’t come back. You should go find him.”
I don’t know whether to be sad or happy about it. Since I got a job at the factory, Sang got a job at Uncle Ba’s garden, and Uncle Tu Tai hired Binh to guard his shrimp farm. He’s diligent and trustworthy, so he goes out to guard the farm every night. In return, I only saw him during the day, and even then, our conversations were few and far between because he needed to catch up on sleep before working at night.
Tonight was no exception; Binh was out guarding the rice paddies again. Despite his pleas to Uncle Tu, not only was he refused, but he also received a stern reprimand. Uncle Tu said, “I don’t have time to hire people who can work and rest as they please. If you want to, you can quit now, and I’ll find someone else to take your place.”
Hearing this, I couldn’t blame Binh, only comforting him: “Come on, try your best. Working for Uncle Tu is easy, and the money is good. Not everyone can get a job here. I come back here once a month anyway; it’s not like I’m going away for years or disappearing forever.”
Even so, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness thinking about the days gone by. Those days of poverty, yet the two of us were always inseparable. Sometimes I herded buffaloes, sometimes I cut grass, sometimes I harvested rice, sometimes I drained ditches… The more I thought about it, the more bitter I felt. The path that adults call success must require many sacrifices. The relationship between Binh and me will probably never be the same again, but that’s only the first sacrifice, not the last.
I suddenly thought Sang’s words made sense, and hurriedly wheeled my bicycle out to the front door, preparing to ride to the shrimp farm, then suddenly stopped, frowning: “But even if I go, I can’t get in there, they might think I’m a thief.”
Sang took a drag on his cigarette, casually waving his hand: “Go ahead, you can get in there. Trust me.”
For some reason, Sang’s “Trust me” reassured me strangely. Sometimes, I think Sang is just like the CEO protagonist in those novels, always calm, everything seems planned out in the palm of his hand, and he’s never made a mistake in anything.
What a calculation.
I cycled like the wind along the dark, silent country road, only the bright golden moonlight above illuminating my path. The gloomy, dense trees that used to send chills down my spine now didn’t bother me anymore. I just wanted to get there as fast as possible, as if any delay would mean missing this opportunity.
Uncle Tư’s shrimp farm was enormous, so finding it was easy. The entire farm was surrounded by iron mesh fencing, and I rode along the fence looking for the gate. Looking in from the outside, I saw a vast expanse of land, divided into hundreds of small, waterlogged squares by the dike. At each intersection of the dikes, Uncle Tư had built a small hut, like a stilt house, divided into two sections. One side for feeding the shrimp and fish, the other for the farm caretaker to shelter from the sun and rain.
The shrimp farm was so vast that there were hundreds of huts. I looked around but couldn’t tell which one belonged to Bình. Standing in front of the gate, I didn’t know how to get in, or whether I should go in at all. Either I’d be mistaken for a thief, or I’d search until dawn and still not find Binh’s shack.
Just then, someone came out of the shack closest to the gate, about twenty meters away, holding a phone. They even turned on their flashlight to avoid tripping. After a while, they reached the gate, and I instinctively ducked to the side. They opened the gate and stepped out onto the road. I jumped into my car, ready to flee, when I heard a familiar voice: “Phuc, it’s me!”
I recognized the voice and breathed a sigh of relief, freeing my pounding heart. I replied, “Is that you, Tam? How did you know I was here?”
Tam gestured with his hand: “We’ll talk about that later. Binh’s shack is right here; go straight down from here, and when you reach the adjacent shack, turn left, pass one more shack, and you’re there.”
I thanked Tam and followed him inside. Tam glanced out at the road and said, “It’s far, you ride your bike down. Ride slowly, don’t fall into the pond, I wouldn’t dare come out to pull you out.”
I quickly pulled my bicycle in and carefully pedaled down to the other end of the shrimp pond. Luckily, it was moonlit, so the road wasn’t too dark. After about ten minutes, I finally reached the other end, groping my way to Binh’s shack as Tam had pointed.
I lowered the kickstand, making a rusty metal clang. Binh immediately opened the door, pulled me inside, and closed the door tightly. Then, Binh opened the window facing the water in the middle of the pond to cool off. Holding my hand tightly, Binh said, “I’m sorry, I’m terrible. You’re going to Can Tho tomorrow, and I couldn’t stay home with you today. Don’t be angry with me, Phuc.”
I squeezed Binh’s hand and replied, “You’re crazy. I’d be happy for you if you had a stable job. Work hard, okay? I’ll come visit you someday.”
At this point, Binh had no more hesitation. He pulled me down to lie beside him, his strong arms wrapping around me tightly, whispering, “I’ll miss you so much when you leave. Since we were little, you’ve been the only one close to me. Now that you’re gone, I won’t know who to talk to about anything. I consider Aunt Hai like a mother, Uncle Bay like a father, and Sang like a brother, but I feel most comfortable talking to you.”
I suddenly remembered my new phone and immediately pulled it out of my pocket to show Binh, “Sang bought it for me first. I’ll pay him back when I start working.” “If you need anything, call me and we’ll talk.”
Binh borrowed my phone, turned on the camera, pointed it towards the window, and randomly snapped a picture of the full moon. He exclaimed, “Wow, that’s cool! It takes better pictures in the dark than my phone. Let me take this one for you.”
After saying that, Binh turned the phone down to his pants, pulled out his already erect penis, and snapped a few pictures with the flash. Seeing his penis, I also got fully aroused, as I had already been semi-erect for a while.
Binh even switched to video mode and started thrusting his penis up and down in front of the camera. After about thirty seconds, he turned off the phone and said, “This is all yours. When you’re over there and miss me, take it out and masturbate. Haha!”
Given his enthusiasm, I naturally didn’t refuse. Binh looked at the pictures he’d just taken and complimented himself, “Whose dick is this? So delicious! Big, thick, and bright red.” “Hey, but it looks a bit… off…”
I asked, “Off what?”
Binh didn’t answer, just silently pulled down my pants, freeing my erect penis. Then, he took out his phone and pointed it at our two penises facing each other, saying, “You masturbate me, I’ll masturbate you, that’s what makes it so arousing.”
I shyly replied, “Oh come on, I’ve never filmed anything like this before, I’m too embarrassed.”
Binh grabbed my penis, stroked it a few times, and even started filming, saying, “Are you crazy? The footage will just be on your phone, not mine, so what’s there to be embarrassed about?”
And so, I was finally convinced by Binh. We masturbated each other while watching the scene being filmed on the phone screen. Watching our own sex film made us even more aroused.
I couldn’t help but close my eyes and moan softly, the small but clear sound echoing in the silent night.
Binh was afraid others would hear, and wanted to cover my mouth, but with one hand he was stroking my penis and the other he was holding his phone and recording. Finally, he had no choice but to use his lips to tightly seal mine, blocking out the lewd sounds in his throat.
I didn’t refuse; in fact, this kiss only made him more aroused. The slippery fluid on the tip of his penis was soaking wet, showing how incredibly pleased he was. The louder I moaned, the more intensely Binh kissed me. His tongue was incredibly agile, exploring every nook and cranny of my mouth and teasing my tongue. I couldn’t do anything else as my body instinctively reacted to his desires, responding to Binh enthusiastically.
When the emotions reached a climax, Binh suddenly whispered in my ear: “Let me do it, okay?”
I innocently asked: “Do what?”
Binh put the phone aside, pointing it perpendicularly to both of us. Then, he flipped me over, using his fingers to massage my buttocks and then around my anus. He spat on my anus, making it wet and sticky, then slowly inserted a saliva-covered finger inside.
The completely new sensation startled me, and I instinctively tensed my buttocks defensively. I was lying face down when I lifted my head, turned around and said, “Hey, it’s really dirty inside, take your hand out.”
Binh pretended not to hear, continuing to move his finger in and out. Meanwhile, I felt a little uncomfortable and said, “Hey, I feel a bit uncomfortable, your fingernails seem too long.”
Only then did Binh realize, then he pulled his hand out and opened the small cabinet in the corner of the shack, taking out something slender and long. When Binh held it up under the flashlight, I realized it was a silicone dildo.
The dildo wasn’t very big, only about two-thirds the width of Binh’s penis. Seeing Binh about to insert it into my ass, I immediately squeezed my buttocks together and said, “Hey, it hurts.”
Binh gently removed my hand from my buttock, slowly saying, “It won’t hurt, I’ll insert it slowly. Don’t you trust me?”
At this point, I didn’t want to spoil Binh’s mood. I took my hand away so Binh could gently insert the dildo into my anus. As he inserted it, Binh said, “Relax, relax, just be comfortable and it won’t hurt.”
I had never known about this before, so I just listened to what Binh said. I relaxed, my anus widened a little, and Binh successfully inserted the head of the dildo. This new sensation immediately overwhelmed my body, causing me to tremble slightly, and the head of the dildo started to leak lubricant.
Binh turned me onto my back, then sucked on my dripping dildo. I was ecstatic, my anus widened even more, and Binh took advantage of that to push the dildo in a little further.
Little by little, the entire dildo was finally nestled inside my anus. I felt a fullness below, my whole body tensing with a strange, blissful sensation. Binh left the dildo in my anus while he vigorously sucked my penis. I was ecstatic, unable to control my moans and groans.
For fifteen minutes straight, Binh alternated between sucking and thrusting, immersing me in boundless pleasure. When I wanted to climax, Binh quickly pulled the dildo out of my hole. I felt a little disappointed and asked, “What’s that?”
Binh didn’t answer, but instead asked, “Are you going to give it to me?”
Hearing this a second time, I looked even more confused and asked, “Give what?”
Binh tapped his hard, enduring penis against my buttocks, clearly indicating, “Let me take the place of the dildo!”
I grabbed the dildo, then grabbed Binh’s penis, and said, “Yours is even bigger than that one, how can I handle it?”
Binh was very persistent: “You have to let me try to know! Tonight might be the last night, Phuc, who knows when we’ll have another chance like this? Let me have it!”
Seeing Binh pleading so much, I couldn’t bring myself to refuse. After all these years growing up together, I was more than willing to let Binh enjoy his first time.
Binh began to insert his penis. His penis was much bigger than the dildo, but still within my tolerance. The inside of my anus was very slippery, full of Binh’s saliva, so his straight penis easily pushed in all the way to the base.
Binh took a deep breath, unable to restrain himself from exclaiming: “Damn, it’s so good, Phuc! It’s so tight! I… I’m so happy… I think I’m going to cum!”
Binh’s warm, fleshy penis was truly a hundred times better than that dildo. It made me incredibly happy, especially when Binh’s penis twitched repeatedly to hold back from ejaculating too soon.
I lay with my legs raised high, facing Binh, making it easy for him to thrust his penis into me while kissing me. I didn’t know whether to be sad or happy. Happy because this wasn’t as painful as I’d imagined, perhaps because my body had adapted. Sad because we hadn’t done this sooner; otherwise, we would have had many nights of pleasure together instead of waiting until now.
After letting me enjoy myself for a while, Binh instinctively began thrusting his penis. He used very gentle, slow force, making me feel numb with arousal. Binh’s erection was about to explode, and he couldn’t help but speed up, and I could clearly feel his penis rubbing against my intestines. When he seemed to lose all control, Binh thrust his penis like a pounding machine, making me feel like my insides were jumping around wildly.
I moaned softly, a faint, gentle sound, yet incredibly seductive. I could only grip Binh’s butt tightly, signaling him to slow down.
Binh struggled to restrain himself, thrusting his penis while panting heavily: “I should have asked you to do this a long time ago. I’m so happy, Phuc, your hole is tighter than the fake hole Sang lent me. The more we play, the aroused I get, Phuc… My dick is so hard it feels like it’s going to burst, I want to fuck your pussy until it’s completely destroyed, Phuc…”
I didn’t know how to perform oral sex, I only knew how to moan softly with each thrust of Binh. But just as the atmosphere was reaching its climax, there was a knocking sound at the door followed by a voice: “Binh, if you’re watching porn and masturbating, turn the volume down. After you’re done, check the water level, don’t let the shrimp molt, okay?”
Binh was called out unexpectedly, thinking he’d been caught, and couldn’t hold back, ejaculating a stream of semen into my ass. I could feel every thrust of his penis pumping semen deep inside me. It felt like someone was pouring molten lava into my intestines. While ejaculating, Binh answered the person outside in a broken voice: “Yes… Yes… Um… I remember… I remember… Uncle Nam…”
Uncle Nam didn’t forget to say one last thing before leaving: “Don’t thrust too much, if you do it every night, you’ll have terrible back pain at my age!”
Uncle Nam left just as Binh collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. But Binh’s penis in my ass was still hard as if it hadn’t come out yet. Binh took my penis and thrust a few times, and Phuc couldn’t resist any longer, writhing and moaning “Um… Um…” a few times before ejaculating all over my stomach.
Afterward, the two of us looked at each other and smiled contentedly. Binh turned off his phone; the video was half an hour long. I felt it was absolutely the right decision to “break into” this place tonight. I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew that tonight we had given each other the most pure and complete things.
Suddenly, I received a text message from an unknown number. The message read: “It’s Tâm, are you ready? Hurry up, it’s almost time for them to check the water.”
I left with a heavy heart. Bình was reluctant to leave. Finally, I jumped into my car and sped towards the gate, silently thanking God for making us do what we needed to do before going our separate ways.