The story of Sang’s imprisonment, for some unknown reason, was known far and wide. This morning, I gave my mother some money to buy meat at the market. The vendor leaned close to my mother’s ear and whispered, “Hey, you and your mother dare to live with that murderer? My God, you’re so brave! What if he goes berserk one day? Who will be able to save you?”
My mother said, “It may seem like that, but Sang is a good man. Besides, he went to prison for manslaughter, not for breaking into someone’s house to kill them.”
The vendor shook her head, “Oh, come on, killing is killing. It’s a person, not a chicken or a duck. I was just stabbing a pig in the throat and I was scared to death. I don’t know what kind of animal could kill someone like that…”
Seeing her constantly criticizing Sang, my mother didn’t bother to continue the conversation. And it wasn’t just the butcher; everyone who passed by our house would glance, point, and whisper.
I helped my mother clean my father’s altar. After all, the man in the photograph had once saved my mother and me, so calling him “father” wasn’t really an exaggeration. While I was cleaning, Sang came out from the backyard and said, “It’s been a long time since I’ve celebrated New Year’s Eve this quiet.”
I asked, “But in previous years, you celebrated New Year’s Eve with a lot of people, right?”
He shook his head, “It was crowded, but not really fun. I was in prison.”
Oh, I forgot. Sang was quite open about the past; he even told me stories I hadn’t asked about yet. As usual, I asked, “Did you see any fireworks on New Year’s Eve in prison? I heard they had a lot of fireworks in the city.”
Sang laughed and replied, “Yes, they were really loud, each person probably set off several bursts, but they were low-altitude.”
I pondered for a moment, but before I could finish thinking, Sang walked past me and whispered, “Want to see? I’ll show you tonight!”
I immediately understood, clicked my tongue in disapproval, and continued cleaning. After a while, I asked Sang how things were going back home when I first arrived in the city. He then beckoned me aside and quietly told me about it, afraid my mother would hear, even though she was cooking in the backyard.
After that “job application” at Uncle and Aunt Ba’s house, Sang was no longer idle. He naturally secured a spot in Uncle Ba’s garden. Occasionally, Aunt Ba would ask him to call Sang upstairs, sometimes saying there were electrical appliances that needed fixing, other times that furniture was broken, or that the wall in the backyard was peeling and needed painting, or simply that she wanted to eat this or that fruit from the garden. Of all the garden workers, only Sang knew how to do these little repairs. And each time it took up the whole day.
Uncle Ba was extremely unhappy about this. Every time his wife called, he would grumble: “I don’t understand what’s wrong with this girl. If she wanted someone to help, I’d already hired a professional worker for her, but she keeps saying her skills aren’t as good as Sang’s. Then Sang comes over, and who will take care of things here?”
Uncle Ba also hinted to his wife several times, but she showed no sign of giving in: “What’s wrong with you? I see Sang is poor, so I asked him to come over to help with this and that to earn him some extra money. Before, I also asked other people to come over to help, why didn’t you say anything then? Now you’re acting up and competing with me for a worker, how can you think that’s acceptable?”
Uncle Ba retorted: “No matter what Sang says, he’s still a worker in my orchard, isn’t he? His skills are better, he works twice as fast as those other workers. The work is delayed, you should think about me too!”
Uncle Ba retorted: “No matter what Sang says, he’s still a worker in my orchard. He’s skilled, he works twice as fast as those other workers. The work is delayed, you should think about me too!” And so, the relationship between him and his wife became strained. He stayed in the garden all the time, not returning home, and his wife also “holed up” inside, refusing to visit. Only Sang went back and forth between the two, relaying messages when necessary.
The garden was like his own private world; he had built a large house in it, lacking nothing. His house was in the middle of the garden, surrounded by hundreds of huts for the garden workers. Inside each hut was nothing but a bed placed between four tightly sealed wooden walls, plus an electric fan hanging from the wall to blow air down to relieve the stuffiness.
Unfortunately, there was a power outage tonight. Even in the summer, the night air was still, and it wasn’t very cool. The workers’ huts were so stuffy that even with the doors open, there was no airflow. Each man lay on his bed, drenched in sweat, unable to fall asleep despite his exhaustion.
Desperate, the men decided to go to the river that ran alongside the garden to cool off. Sang was no different; as soon as he arrived, he plunged into the river, immersing himself in the cool water to relieve the sweltering summer heat. Back when choosing land, Uncle Ba had selected this area because it was next to the river, convenient for digging canals to irrigate the crops. As a result, the garden workers had become familiar with the river, and every afternoon, a dozen young men would crowd together to bathe in this stretch of river.
It was the same now. The moonlight on the river’s surface trembled restlessly due to the constant movement of the waves. A stretch of river more than fifty meters long echoed with laughter and chatter in the night. From the first day Sang came to work here, he had noticed that the workers were mostly young men around his age, or even close to his own. He heard Uncle Ba say that they chose such workers because they were healthy and strong enough to…
They took turns guarding the garden through the night. Most of them were compatible in age and destiny with him, which is why the garden always thrived.
They were all young, vigorous men, strong and healthy from manual labor. Because they were all the same age, they easily talked to each other, and Sang quickly formed a group of four or five men in nearby huts. Five of them sat close together under a bridge, conveniently chatting.
Tan, two years older than Sang, was the oldest in the group, having only been working in the garden for about a month. His hut was closest to Sang’s, and Sang’s hut was closest to the house Uncle Ba had built in the garden. Before, Tan had only worked as a hired laborer, so his skin was quite tanned. He was handsome, with bright, captivating eyes. The only thing that was unfair was that he was a bit shorter than others. He’d get angry about it: “Damn it! If I were a little taller, I’d be a model a long time ago! Being too short makes being a factory worker a miserable death.”
Trong, sitting next to him, tried to comfort him: “God took some from you and put it all into something else, didn’t he?” As soon as he said that, everyone chuckled; they all knew what “something else” he was referring to.
Mo, two years younger than Sang, was the youngest in the group, but also the most mischievous. He whispered, “Trong, did you see it? How do you know?”
Trong explained, “I don’t need to see it. He never wears underwear. Damn, every day I see it dangling down to his knees.”
Do also asked curiously, “Really? Hey, Tan, let me see it to broaden my horizons.”
Trọng glanced around; both ends of the bridge were crowded with people bathing. He said, “What are you looking at? If you want to know, touch it, I’m not letting you see.”
Do did as he was told, reaching over to grab Tấn’s crotch, which was submerged in the water. He squeezed Tấn’s long, erect penis and exclaimed, “Wow, it’s really long, guys! And why is it so hard?”
Tấn replied, “I miss my wife at home so much, she hasn’t been back for a whole month.”
Taking advantage of Tấn’s distraction, Do greedily slipped his hand inside Tấn’s pants, directly grabbing and stroking his penis a few times.
Tấn flinched, slapped Do on the head, and said, “Damn it, don’t masturbate. I’m saving it for tomorrow morning when I go visit my wife. Go masturbate Sang instead.”
Trọng glanced at Sang, then gave Do a knowing smile and said, “If you masturbate Sang, your hands will be torn off, kid.” Do smirked and replied, “Wow, what a terrible thing to say! For example, if I were to have sex with Sang right here, no one would say anything, only God and the earth would know.”
Mo chimed in, “You’re mistaken, kid. Once you touch him, you’ll be hooked and won’t be able to pull out. Then, if you ever try anything like that, you’ll have to pack your bags and leave immediately.”
Tan looked up at the shore, then lowered his voice and said, “Seriously. I’m not into men, but I’m hooked on Sang. Damn, his physique is even more muscular than Do’s, his abs are perfectly defined.” Then, he lowered his voice even further, “And his dick, damn, it’s about the same length as mine, but it’s one and a half times bigger than mine. You can tell it’s a prized possession; touching it will burn your hand.”
Sang just laughed. Trong then asked, “You’ve been here for a week now, are you getting used to it yet?”
Sang laughed and replied, “I’m used to it, man. I’m on duty every day, so I can’t help but get used to it.”
Trong wasn’t the oldest in the group, but he’d been working here the longest. He whispered, “Looking at this, they’re probably planning to ‘kill’ you.”
Tan added, “Hey, thanks to Sang, we’re better off. I’ve been working here for months and I’m still not used to it. Every time I’m on duty, I have to push myself to the limit to avoid going limp halfway through. With Sang around, this whole week has been so much easier.”
In the whole group, only Do was a “pure gay,” and he was always the submissive one. That’s why he was obsessed with men’s penises and testicles. He also complained, “You guys are better off, you just close your eyes and go for it. But I’m straining so much I’m about to have a heart attack…”
Before Do could finish his sentence, there was the sound of footsteps rustling on dry leaves on the shore. Uncle Ba, dressed in a silk suit, stood on the riverbank, looking down and calling out, “Sang, bring me a few buckets of water for a bath. It’s so hot, nobody can stand it.”
Sang quickly replied, “Yes, Uncle, go inside and I’ll bring the water up right away.”
Uncle Ba fanned himself with a fan and said, “Right away. Just wait.”
As Uncle Ba turned away, Sang hurriedly stepped onto the bridge to let the river water drain away. Under the moonlight, Sang’s lower body was clearly visible, as he never wore underwear when he was here. Do swallowed hard, but then remembered what Tan and Trong had said earlier and stopped himself.
Sang grabbed two empty buckets from a nearby tree, washed them clean, filled one bucket with water, and said, “Okay, I’ll bring the water up here.”
Trong teased again, “Bring plenty, we’ll have a long bath later!” If an outsider were listening to their conversation, they probably wouldn’t understand more than three sentences. But the workers here understood every word clearly.
Sang carried two buckets on either side, heading towards Uncle Ba’s house. The two buckets, full of water, were incredibly heavy, but Sang’s gait remained as steady as a rock. Uncle Ba’s bathroom was built right behind…
The main house had a side entrance for convenience. Sang walked around the entrance and stood in front of the bathroom, calling softly, “Uncle Ba, I’ve brought the water in.”
Uncle Ba came out of the house, shining a flashlight from head to toe on Sang, then his gaze stopped at that large, fertile junction. He exclaimed, “Power outages like this happen a lot here. Next time there’s a power outage, if you want to take a bath, come in here and tell me, okay? It’s foggy and windy, bathing in the river like that will make you sick! Go into the bathroom quickly.”
Sang didn’t argue, just nodded and was about to carry the two buckets of water inside. Uncle Ba said again, “Leave the buckets there. Bring them in later if you need them.”
Sang knew perfectly well he didn’t need them. Everyone in the garden knew he didn’t need them. Because on the roof of his bathroom there was a water tank, always full of water. He could bathe for three days and three nights and still not run out of water.
Once the door was locked, he placed the flashlight on the built-in handle on the wall. The spacious and luxurious bathroom had a tiled floor and a unique structure. The flashlight pointed towards the ceiling, reflecting the design of the ceiling and casting a bright light downwards. Sang could clearly see every corner of the room; everything inside was opulent and luxurious, especially the large bathtub that stretched along one wall.
But the most striking feature was the enormous mirror covering one wall, its crystal-clear surface reflecting every nook and cranny even in the dark. There was also a fixed showerhead above, its glittering ornament resembling a chandelier, which, when switched on, would spray water down like rain.
Sang entered the bathroom, unsure what to do, and could only stand in a corner waiting for instructions. Uncle Ba gestured for Sang to come closer to him beneath the showerhead, then said, “What are you waiting for? Give me a bath.”
With that, the third son turned on the tap, the shower head spraying water down in a torrent. The warm water was just right, making Sang feel relaxed, but it also soaked him once again. His pants clung to his skin, revealing his large, unhidden bulge. Sang helped him scrub himself, while the third son kept looking at the bulge under Sang’s pants and laughing, saying, “Who bathes in a bathroom dressed like they’re bathing by the river? People will laugh at them! Take them off, it’ll be easier.”
Sang took off his pants and threw them aside. The third son said, “The water seems a bit cold, stand a little closer to me.”
Sang obeyed, pressing his body against the third son’s back. Sang’s penis pressed against the third son’s firm, smooth buttocks, and the intense carnal desire within him made him erect again. Sang lathered soap on the third son’s front, chest, down to his stomach, and then to his slender, graceful waist. He rubbed a little more, and his hand touched the third son’s erect penis. Sang recoiled in surprise, pulling his hand back. He took Sang’s hand and placed it back there, saying, “It’s not the first time, so why are you still acting shy?”
His physique wasn’t muscular like a gardener’s, but rather slender and delicate like a small, delicate flower. His skin was so white it shone in the mirror, always fragrant and smooth. His penis wasn’t large, only about an inch, but whenever he was near Sang, it was always erect and pointing straight forward.
Sang suddenly remembered his first day here applying for a job, which was also the day after he met Auntie Ba. That day, Sang had just arrived and met the female worker who had shown him the way the day before. She cheerfully said, “Applying for a job? Uncle Ba is in the garden today. Hey Tan, Tan! Take this young man to Uncle Ba’s house, he’s here to apply for a job.”
She beckoned towards someone in the garden. Sang followed her hand and saw a man about his age, shirtless and wearing sweatpants, walking towards them. She said, “Follow that guy, he’ll show you.”
She went off to work, while Sang stood there watching the man approaching. He was quite handsome, and his “little brother” was also quite attractive. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his penis, visible through his sweatpants, swayed with each step. Sang didn’t know if his penis was erect or not, but it surprised him.
Tan approached Sang, looked him up and down, and asked, “Are you here to apply for a job? Did you make an appointment?”
Sang honestly replied, “No, sir. Do I need an appointment to see you?”
Tan turned and walked into the garden, beckoning Sang to follow. He said, “Not really. It’s just that Uncle Ba is very busy; I was afraid you’d come and go empty-handed without an appointment.” Walking a little further, Tan pointed towards a large house in the middle of the garden and said, “See that house? That’s Uncle Ba’s house. Go in there and ask him for a job. If you see Uncle Ba sitting and talking with a guest, just wait outside until the guest leaves. If you see the house door closed, just go home and don’t bother him, okay?”
Sang nodded, indicating he understood: “I remember, thank you.”
After saying that, Sang walked straight towards the house. The path to Uncle Ba’s house was wide and easy to walk, unlike the rows of gardens running along it. Sang saw lush green gardens laden with fruit on all sides. Each garden was being tended by someone. He didn’t know how long he walked, only that he was drenched in sweat from the heat. Finally, Sang stopped in front of the gate and saw Uncle Ba sitting in the living room.
The master was talking to the merchant. Sang, as if forgetting Tấn’s words, said, “Master Ba, I’ve come to ask for a job.”
Master Ba didn’t even look at Sang, replying in a gentle voice, but the annoyance was still palpable: “Didn’t I tell you not to disturb me while I’m entertaining guests? Don’t forget your manners just because you’re kind to the servants.”
If it were anyone else hearing this, they would surely have retreated ten yards to avoid his gaze. Sang, however, showed no fear, walking straight into the courtyard and saying loudly, “Excuse me, sir, I’m new here and didn’t know. Master Ba, can I work here?”
Master Ba had never encountered anyone so impolite. He immediately turned around and glared at Sang with extreme displeasure. Sang, standing outside, seemed oblivious to his expression, taking off his hat, pushing his sweat-soaked hair back, and fanning himself with it.
Seeing Sang drenched in sweat, Master Ba’s gaze softened somewhat. He said, “Go to the back of the house and wait for me for a bit. Don’t cause any trouble, okay? Go through the side door.”
After Sang went inside, the merchant sitting opposite him said, “Oh my, you’re so kind, Mr. Ba! If it were me, I’d fire them immediately. I don’t know if someone this stubborn is any good. You should be kind to your workers, but there’s a limit to how much you can tolerate them. If you’re too kind, they won’t be afraid of you anymore.”
Mr. Ba laughed and replied, “My workers are all stubborn and headstrong when they first come here, sir. But they all get used to it eventually.”
The merchant flattered him, “It’s also because you’re so good at teaching, Mr. Ba. I wouldn’t be able to do it anymore.”
Mr. Ba had heard these words so many times that he was used to them. His voice betrayed a hint of weariness: “Okay, then if there’s nothing else, let’s just do as usual. I’ll have someone prepare everything, and you can send the truck down to pick up the goods tomorrow morning.”
As soon as the merchant left the gate, the third son hurriedly closed the front door. Sang, sitting quietly inside, waited patiently until he saw the third son enter before standing up to greet him. The third son sat down, cleared his throat, and said, “Every day I’m busy buying and selling, talking until my throat is dry, but nobody ever notices.”
Sang, noticing the teapot on the table, felt it was still warm and quickly poured a cup of tea and offered it to the third son. The third son accepted the tea, appearing cheerful, and said, “You seem quite clever. Where are you from, coming here to ask for work?”
Sang stood there, not daring to sit, and slowly explained, “I’m from three villages away. I heard that the third son opened this area to create jobs for poor people like us, so I boldly came here to ask for work. Please take pity on me and hire me, sir.”
Uncle Ba gestured for Sang to sit down, then continued: “It’s true that this area was opened to create jobs for the people around here; I’m just doing a good deed, not making any profit. But I only keep people who can do the work. After all, it’s a factory, not a charity. This area needs to ‘live’ for there to be work for the people. Right?”
Sang nodded in agreement. He continued: “So, Uncle Ba, could you please tell me if I can work here?”
Uncle Ba smiled, looking very enthusiastic, and said to Sang: “You look bright and handsome, with a tall and sturdy build. But you’re wearing clothes like that, I wonder if there’s anything padded in there? Take off all your clothes, let me see if you have any dragon or phoenix tattoos on your legs. Because if I hire some ‘gangsters’ to work here, I won’t be able to manage them.”
Sang showed no reaction, and simply took off his clothes and put them aside. Sang’s clothes were soaked with sweat, and he placed them on the chair, which still bore traces of water. He hurriedly picked them up, showing his fear of soiling the chair. Uncle Ba, however, calmly said, “Give them to me, I’ll carry them.”
Sang, feigning panic, replied, “How can I do that, Uncle? My clothes are so dirty from all the sweat I’ve been wearing all morning, how could I possibly give them to you if they get your hands dirty!”
Uncle Ba still held out his hand, waiting, and replied, “Good heavens, I’ve lived with these construction workers for so many years, what’s so special about dirt and cleanliness? I said give them to me, and I mean it.”
Sang had no choice but to give Uncle Ba his sweat-soaked shirt. Then came his trousers, and he hesitated a little before giving Uncle Ba his underwear, but Uncle Ba snatched it from his hand.
Uncle Ba opened his phone, placed it on the stand on the coffee table, pointed the camera at Sang, and said, “Spin it around.”
After Sang finished, Uncle Ba opened the drawer under the coffee table, took out a box, handed it to him, and asked, “Do you know how to use this?”
Sang opened the box and found a double-ended sex toy inside. Sang looked at Uncle Ba and nodded: “Yes, I know.”
Uncle Ba casually said: “Then use it.”
Sang smiled awkwardly and asked: “Right now, right here?”
Uncle Ba clicked his tongue: “Oh my god, don’t worry. This is just to see how much stamina you guys have. I’m recording it so it’s easier to see how long you can last. I’ll delete it as soon as you leave. Do it quickly, I have another customer later!”
Sang wondered to himself if this place was recruiting male prostitutes or something, with this kind of test. But then Sang took the sex toy out of the box, spat on his penis, and began to caress it. His flaccid penis grew bigger and bigger, making Uncle Ba, sitting beside him, swallow hard with desire.
Sang inserted his penis into the sex toy and pushed it in.
Sang’s penis was sticking out more than halfway. He skillfully thrust his hips as if he were fucking some hole right in front of him, causing the other guy to keep taking sips of tea.
After a while, Sang started moaning softly, accompanied by gasps and gasps. The other guy, sitting opposite, stared intently, not taking his eyes off him for a single moment. Sang looked at his pants and saw a slight bulge, even a small wet spot at the knee, about two inches away. Sang moaned louder, breathing more heavily, but just as he seemed about to ejaculate, he suddenly stopped. The other guy, sitting on the chair, jumped up and urgently asked, “What’s wrong?”
Sang said, “I’ve tried so hard, but I can’t ejaculate. It’s been a while now, can we stop here?”
The other guy shrugged, “How can we stop? If we stop, how will I know how long you can last?”
Sang frowned slightly and said, “But I need someone to suck me before I can cum, man. I could keep sucking until evening and it wouldn’t make a difference.”
Uncle Ba lunged at Sang, squatted down, and without hesitation, used his dry lips to take Sang’s penis into his mouth. Sang panicked and pulled his penis out of Uncle Ba’s mouth, protesting, “You’re doing this to me, it’s so sinful! How can you do this to me!”
Uncle Ba grabbed Sang’s hips, pulling his penis towards him, and replied, “What’s wrong with that? I can provide work for you guys, let alone this. It’s a small matter! Just let me help!”
Then Uncle Ba put his mouth to Sang’s penis and sucked like a starving man. His eyes were closed in enjoyment, his expression bright as if his cravings were being satisfied. Sang pretended to moan loudly, “Ah… How… How incredibly pleasurable, man… You… What are you doing that makes me so happy… Ah… Ah…” Hearing this, Uncle Ba sucked even more enthusiastically. Sang’s penis was deep in his throat, his tongue licking the shaft before poking and prodding at the urethra. Sang trembled slightly, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him away, his voice breaking: “Oh, sir… I… I’m about to cum… Ah… Let go… let go… Oh… Oh… You’re making me so happy… so happy I can’t stand it… Ah… Sir… I’m cumming… I’m cumming, sir… Ah… Ah…”
Sang forcefully pulled his penis out of Ba’s mouth, semen spraying forward, onto Ba’s clothes and face. Sang lost his balance and slumped into the chair, panting. He tried to compose himself and said, “I’ve made you all dirty, please don’t get angry and kick me out.”
Ba, however, remained cheerful, saying, “Why would I be angry? Go home and get ready to come back and work tomorrow. Just leave your things outside in that shack!” As he spoke, Ba pointed towards the window, where the shack was visible.
Sang grinned broadly, looking at the clothes lying haphazardly to one side, and said, “Uncle Ba, please give me back my clothes so I can go home.”
Uncle Ba waved his hand, frowning, and said, “No, the clothes are dirty. Leave them here, I’ll have the factory wash them. You’ll come back here tomorrow anyway, so it’s not like you’ve lost anything.” Then Uncle Ba pulled out a drawer, took out a brand-new worker’s uniform, and threw it to Sang, saying, “Remember to be on time tomorrow. Wash this uniform at home, and I’ll give you another one tomorrow.”
Sang nodded and busily put on the new clothes. The new uniform fit him perfectly, even though it was the largest size. He started to walk towards the door when Uncle Ba suddenly called him back, saying, “Hey, delete what you just filmed. There, delete it right in front of me, don’t say I filmed you and forced you to do this or that.”
Sang smiled and politely said goodbye to Uncle Ba and left. Uncle Ba stood at the side door watching until Sang walked out the gate. Sang walked along, chuckling to himself. The rumors about the third son were indeed true. He married the third daughter-in-law merely to deceive the public and silence the gossip. He was infatuated with men with large penises. From the outside, this garden looked like a group of tall, strong laborers, but from the inside, it was a “banana garden” for him to suck on every night.
Even so, no one dared utter a word. The third son, Quyen, was as well-connected as his name suggested. With just a snap of his fingers, he could make employers across the land obey him. Poor laborers, wanting to keep their livelihoods, could only grit their teeth and serve him diligently.
“Sang… Sang… SANG!”
Sang was still lost in thought when the third son’s voice startled him back to reality. Sang’s hand kept rubbing the same spot, making his chest red. Seeing Sang’s dreamy expression, the third son was slightly displeased and immediately questioned, “Thinking about your lover?”
Sang regained his composure, splashed his face in the water a few times, and said, “No one would want me, a poor man like me. Where would I find a girlfriend to think about?”
Uncle Ba reached behind Sang’s head and stroked his hair, saying, “Yes, it’s best not to think about anyone else when you’re with me. I’m not happy about it!”
Sang smiled, his words sweet, and replied, “You wouldn’t allow it, and even if you did, I wouldn’t dare. It’s because I’ve just started working and I’m not used to it yet. I’m a little sleep-deprived, so sometimes I feel sluggish. I’m not doing a good job, please don’t punish me, I’m so pitiful.”
Actually, Uncle Ba understood. Sang worked in the garden during the day and “worked for him” at night, so he couldn’t help but feel tired. Seeing Sang like this because of him, without complaining or grumbling, made Uncle Ba feel even more sorry for him. He said, “Okay, Sang, just rest on Saturday and Sunday. If anyone asks, say it’s because you’re paid less that you work less. I’ll give you some tonic to drink later.”
- “Take a quick shower and then rest.”
He said that, but as soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and stood facing Sang, his hand caressing Sang’s penis incessantly. As always, Sang rubbed shower gel on his round, plump buttocks, then secretly slipped his finger into the crease of his buttock to explore. The third son was like a cat in heat, his buttock arching out as soon as a guy touched his hole. Sang took advantage of the situation and inserted his finger. One finger, then two fingers; the third son’s hole was wide and soft, so it was no problem.
The third son wasn’t idle either; with one hand he groped Sang’s penis, and with the other he massaged Sang’s firm chest. He fondled Sang’s nipples until they hardened, then continued massaging down to his stomach, where Sang’s hard work had crystallized into beautiful contours. He continued to reach behind, kneading Sang’s firm, elastic buttocks, and Sang playfully twitched his gluteal muscles to tease his hand.
After getting tired of touching, he squatted down, took Sang’s enormous penis into his mouth, and swallowed it deeply. His throat. The head of his penis reached all the way to his Adam’s apple, but he didn’t gag or vomit at all. Surely, after all those years in the garden, he’d swallowed penises of all sizes. Sang was immersed in the warm water, while his younger brother was intoxicated by the burning heat of his mouth. Sang wasn’t a good boy; he’d been quite wild, but he had to admit this was the most skillful mouth he’d ever tasted.
After a moment, Sang’s penis was hard as if it were about to explode. His brother released his penis, then took a bottle of foreign-made lubricant and smeared it on his shaft. Then he knelt on the floor, thrusting his buttocks provocatively towards Sang. Sang knelt down and immediately thrust his fully erect penis into his ass, pushing it deep to the base. He couldn’t help but arch his back, his anus contracting and gripping the shaft of his penis.
After that moment, he pushed Sang down onto the floor, then sat on Sang’s penis and started thrusting. Water continued to pour down, but both of them were burning hot. He was like a whore. Driven by lust, he moaned softly: “It’s so tight, Sang… It’s been so long since someone with such a big dick fucked me… Sang… I’m so happy… so happy… Only you… only you… remember, Sang… Mmm… It’s so good, Sang… Only your dick can make my pussy feel so good… I’m so horny… Ah… So deep… So tight… Mmm… Mmm…”
Sang’s dick was buried in his hot pussy, and with his fast, even, and vigorous thrusting, his dick became harder and harder. Sang gritted his teeth and gasped, occasionally slapping his butt, his veins bulging as if restraining himself from transforming into a beast.
But it didn’t last long. Sang suddenly stood up, then lifted him up in a wide-legged position. He could only cling to Sang’s neck, leaving his hole below to be played with by the enormous dick. Sang continued to fuck him like that, even turning his body to face the mirror so he could see. Sang could see how his dick was going in and out of his asshole. But he couldn’t see much as the overwhelming pleasure made him close his eyes and squint: “Oh… So fast… My ass is numb, Sang… Mmm… Sang… So fast… Mmm… So good… So good… Sang… Sang…”
Sang didn’t care how his older brother was feeling; the important thing now was to satisfy his brother’s craving. He fucked him faster and faster, the sound of his butt slapping against Sang’s thighs echoing loudly, drowning out the croaking of frogs outside. Sang took deep breaths: “Oh… Oh… Mmm…”, his older brother knew Sang was about to climax, so he put one hand down to masturbate himself, whispering in Sang’s ear: “Shoot into my asshole… Mmm… Shoot, Sang… Come with me, Sang… Oh… So good… Come… Come with Sang… Ah… Mmm… Mmm…”
His older brother ejaculated first, his semen getting stuck between Sang’s stomach and his. and his uncle. His uncle’s anus contracted strongly, helping Sang to climax and ejaculate into his anus. He frowned slightly as the hot semen spurted into him, but was very happy to see Sang’s satisfied expression. When Sang pulled his penis out, the semen gushed out of his unclosed anus, dripping onto the floor and quickly washed away by the water.
After cleaning up and showering, Sang got into the tub with his uncle. Sang lay underneath, his uncle on top, Sang’s penis still hard because he had let it slide between his legs and caressed it the whole time.
His uncle said, “I don’t want to share Sang with anyone. So you better take care of yourself, okay?” “Listen to me, I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Sang hugged him around the waist and whispered, “Well, now I’m all yours.”
Uncle Ba snorted, showing his displeasure, “Sang, don’t think I don’t know about your affair with my unfaithful wife. After all, this is my house, what can you hide from me?”
Sang showed no fear, pressing his nose against his hair and sighing, “I didn’t want to either. But I was forced, Uncle. My wife said if I didn’t come up here, she’d make me stay here immediately.”
Uncle Ba swallowed his anger and said, “Yes, of course I know Sang was forced. That girl wouldn’t let Sang off easily…”
Sang couldn’t help but ask, “But why don’t you just make me stay here? My wife is your wife, she wouldn’t dare disobey you, would she?” “Aren’t you afraid of him, Auntie?”
[thoi: divorce]
Uncle Ba clicked his tongue. This was the first time Sang had seen him look so awkward. He explained, “Sang doesn’t
“I don’t understand, marriage involves the honor of both families. My parents wouldn’t allow it, otherwise I would have left her eight lifetimes ago. But anyway, she’s my wife, and if I can’t do anything, Sang can take my place. But you can only play with her, not fall in love with her, understand! If I find out Sang is in love with her, Sang will be dead to me!”
Sang mumbled something to smooth things over, but in his heart, he couldn’t stop wondering why Uncle Ba was still willing to compromise. Sang had only just arrived, but he knew Uncle Ba’s character well; if he liked something, he wouldn’t let anyone else dare to touch it.
Suddenly, after hearing that, I understood that the clip Minh told me about the other day was real and where it came from. It’s probably not just Sang; any young man working in the garden might have a naked clip online, the only difference being whether some know about it or not.