After hearing Phong was hospitalized, his family panicked. The very next day, his parents and a younger cousin booked flights to Saigon. When they arrived at the hospital, they ran right into Kiên’s sister—the one indirectly responsible for Phong’s accident, since her prank photo made him so heartbroken he wasn’t paying attention crossing the street.
We stayed with Phong because his parents already knew everything. They just didn’t know who this girl was. Phong’s mom asked: “Who’s this young lady?”
Kiên’s sister bowed her head: “I’m so—”
Phong cut her off: “She’s saying hello, Mom. I was careless and got hit; she’s the one who brought me to the hospital.”
His mom grabbed her hand, eyes misty: “Oh my God, thank you so much! If it weren’t for you, who knows what would’ve happened to my Phong!”
Kiên’s sister smiled awkwardly, suddenly transformed from culprit to savior. She glanced at Kiên—he gave her a quick wink. Fine—she’d play the good Samaritan role to the end.
Even though Phong’s condition wasn’t serious, his mom insisted on renting a hotel and staying until he fully recovered. Phong tried: “I’m fine, Mom. You and Dad go back—work’s waiting. My friends will take care of me.”
His family runs a business; missing even one day causes problems. But his mom said: “Friends can’t care for you like a mother. Or better yet—a boyfriend.”
Kiên, sitting on the edge of the bed, spoke up: “That would be me, Auntie! Phong didn’t tell you—we’re dating.”
I nearly choked. Kiên’s sister yelped: “What nonsense are you talking about?!”
Phong’s mom stood up instantly: “Phong—is this true? Is this young man your boyfriend?”
Phong nodded quietly. His mom beamed: “I suspected the moment he walked in! Tall, handsome, bright face! Come here, Kiên—let me take a photo of you two together!”
She pulled out her phone. Kiên’s sister and I stood there stunned. Life is too much sometimes—one second you’re watching a plot twist, the next you’re the audience.
Phong’s younger cousin leaned close to us and whispered: “Brother Phong came out to the family ages ago. Mom keeps bugging him to bring his boyfriend home.”
On the other side, Phong’s mom was happily snapping photos: “Why are you two so stiff? Kiên, put your arm around Phong! Don’t be shy!”
I wasn’t surprised Phong had come out—just shocked at how enthusiastically his mom supported his love life. After some convincing from Kiên, Phong’s parents finally felt reassured enough to “hand him over” to Kiên’s care.
After a flurry of urgent calls from the company about business chaos, Phong’s parents couldn’t stay longer and had to rush back. Seeing his mom still reluctant, the cousin spoke up: “Mom, Dad, go ahead home. I’ll stay and take care of Brother Phong. I can explore Saigon for a few days too.”
Phong’s mom: “Alright, thank you, Nhật. Stay with your brother and let us know if anything happens!”
Nhật is one year younger than us—still in grade 12 back home. Phong often talked about him, but this was my first time seeing him in person. Taller than me by a full head, fair-skinned, bookish look, well-built with a broad chest and round ass. Every time Phong mentioned him, I thought he was exaggerating about some manhwa hot boy. Turns out—he was real.
Phong asked: “So you’re staying at a hotel?”
Nhật: “Yeah, what else?”
Phong: “Hotels here are expensive. Just stay in my dorm room. More fun and cheaper.”
Nhật’s eyes lit up: “Really? I can stay?”
I said: “Room’s crowded and messy. If you don’t mind, it’s fine.”
Nhật confidently: “If Brother Phong can handle it, so can I.”
No wonder Phong talks about him so much. Their personalities are similar—both from money but love living simply, never looking down on anything.
With the excuse of “taking care of the patient,” Nhật was allowed to stay in the dorm for a week. Every day, he and Kiên took turns at the hospital. This morning was Nhật’s shift since Kiên had class. The rest of us had afternoon classes, but I had a free period.
While getting ready, Ngọc Lễ said: “Yo, is that really Phong’s cousin? He’s fucking hot!”
Duy Long grinned: “Right? Last night when he took his shirt off? I wanted him to choke me with those arms.”
Lễ and Long are the sweetest guys in our room—genuinely kind. Yet even they were drooling over Nhật. In the group chat, they kept begging to be “Phong’s sister-in-law.”
I stayed neutral. I couldn’t tell if Nhật liked guys or not. Even Phong didn’t know—Nhật never talked about dating or crushes. If you’re not sure, better not risk it.
That afternoon, Nhật came back from the hospital so Kiên could take over. Besides school, Kiên stayed glued to the hospital. When Nhật returned, only I was in the room. I thought for sure I’d get to see him shower—but no. He just changed into a thin pair of shorts and went out.
Seeing I was alone, he asked: “Where’s everyone else, bro?”
I was gaming, eyes on the screen: “They’re out. How’s Phong?”
He flopped onto Phong’s bed, scrolling his phone: “He’s doing better. Doctor said monitor for another week—if stable, discharge.”
I mumbled a reply and kept playing. Suddenly he sat up, dashed over, stepped on Vũ Linh and Quốc Bảo’s bunks to reach me. He grabbed my thigh casually, like it was nothing: “You play LOL too?”
Eyes still on screen: “Yeah, but I suck. About to lose.”
He said: “Let me show you some tricks.”
Without warning, he climbed onto my bunk and sat behind me. I sat cross-legged, laptop on a foldable table. He knelt behind, arms around me to reach the mouse and keyboard, chin on my shoulder, eyes glued to the screen.
That was the first red flag. One: too casual. Two: intentional. But I noticed another—he was hard. His crotch pressed against my back, obvious through the thin shorts.
I thought: No way he’s this turned on just from gaming. But I stayed quiet. If he wanted something, he’d make the move.
Whether accidental or not, he kept his hard-on pressed against me until the game ended. I was so distracted I barely knew what was happening in-game. When it finished, he pulled back—but “accidentally” dropped the mouse between my crossed legs.
Before I could grab it, he reached down—except his hand didn’t stop at the mouse. It wrapped around my own hard cock. I blushed furiously; he just laughed and climbed down: “Try hard, huh?” (Hard meaning both “trying hard” and… hard.)
I laughed it off. He’d only touched once—if he squeezed more, I might’ve jumped him. Nhật went back to his bed and scrolled his phone. His erection still tented the shorts—no underwear.
After a while, he rolled over and fell asleep—face up, phone propped against his armpit. I found it funny—like he was scared I’d steal it while he slept. But as he dozed, his cock twitched inside the shorts. I thought: Is he having a wet dream?
Suspecting something good, I quietly took my phone, turned on the camera, and pretended to lie sideways facing him. I zoomed in on his crotch, occasionally panning to his perfect, handsome sleeping face. His cock kept twitching, teasing me like it knew what kind of horny young guy I was.
Suddenly a knock at the door. I panicked, saved the video, and opened it. Lễ and Long were back early from class. As the three of us stepped inside, Nhật shifted in his sleep—now facing the wall. All we saw was his smooth, pale back and long legs.
But that was enough to make Lễ and Long scream internally. They climbed into their bunk (right next to Nhật’s), pretended to study, but I knew the books were just shields for their thirsty faces.
I wasn’t into light teasing like that, so I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out—only that I woke to Nhật shaking my leg. Still half-asleep, my morning wood was obvious. I quickly covered it before his curious eyes.
I asked: “What’s up?”
Nhật: “You free? Let’s go shopping, then hang out.”
These past days, Nhật wore Phong’s clothes—perfect width but too short. So he went shirtless most of the time, just tiny shorts. I said: “I don’t know much about shopping. Ask Long or Lễ.”
Nhật insisted: “No, I want you to choose for me. Just come!”
No reason to refuse. I climbed down to shower and change. But I forgot—I was still hard. The second I stood, his eyes locked on the obvious tent. I clicked my tongue: “What’re you staring at?”
He grinned: “It hit my eye first. Go shower quick!”
Nhật rented a scooter for 150k a day. I asked why not borrow one of ours. He said: “If something happens, I’d feel bad. Better rent.”
Smart kid—or just rich and doesn’t like using other people’s stuff.
I sat behind him. I joked: “You sure you can drive? Saigon traffic’s crazy.”
He: “Don’t worry—just hold on.”
First time riding in Saigon’s chaos, but damn—he handled it like a pro. Accelerating through gaps, sharp turns, decisive lane changes. A few hard brakes at red lights made my crotch slam into his back. He turned and teased: “Feels lumpy back there!”
After a while, we stopped at a men’s clothing shop. It had everything—clothes, accessories—and at the counter… condoms. I realized: this place mostly serves gay guys. No women, whether alone or in pairs. I glanced at the jockstrap rack and quickly looked away.
Nhật asked: “Like those? I’ll buy you some.”
I shook my head, pretending to shiver. Truth? I’d never worn anything like that. He picked out several outfits, handed them to me, then went to try them on. After one set, he called: “Bro, pass me the jeans and shirt.”
I stood outside, handing clothes in. He said: “Hang them on the hook for me. I’m checking myself in the mirror.”
I thought he was busy admiring the new outfit, so I stepped in to hang them. The second I entered—I froze. He stood there in nothing but white boxer briefs.
I covered my eyes (while secretly dying of thirst): “Goddamn—what is this? You call me in while naked?”
Nhật: “I’m still wearing something. Afternoon heat—I’m changing back.”
I huffed and stepped out. No matter how much he called after, I refused to go back in. He bought a dozen outfits—half of them tank tops and tiny shorts for dorm wear. We paid and left.
Outside, I asked: “How’d you even find this shop?”
Nhật: “I always shop here. There’s a branch near my hometown too.”
Figures. After that, he took me to eat—paid for everything as thanks for tagging along. Then we rode around. I love night rides in Saigon—feeling part of the city while staying in your own little bubble.
Nhật asked: “Know any chill place? Somewhere to walk around with a drink nearby?”
I didn’t go out much—only knew Thủ Thiêm Tunnel Park. I didn’t remember the way, so I let him use Google Maps. All I knew was we had to go through the tunnel.
One fearless driver, one fearless passenger, neither sure of the route. After the tunnel, Nhật turned into a smaller, darker road—streetlights every hundred meters, almost deserted.
The road felt strangely familiar yet off. I asked: “You sure this is right?”
Nhật: “How would I know?”
I nearly jumped off the bike: “What?!”
He laughed: “Grab my phone—check Google Maps! I was driving while looking earlier. We might’ve gone off-course.”
I asked: “Where’s your phone?”
Nhật: “In my left pocket.”
I reached into his left pocket—deep, no phone. But I brushed the waistband of his underwear. I pulled back, playing dumb: “Nothing.”
Nhật: “Try the right one.”
I reached into the right pocket—deeper still, no bottom. My hand closed around something hot and hard. Not the phone.
The pocket had no bottom—it was cut open. What I grabbed was his fully erect cock, poking through his briefs. I was torn between thrill and panic. I tried to pull back, but his left hand caught mine through the fabric: “Hold it. I know the way now.”
I thought: Fuck, innocent face—total player. My hand in his pocket, his cock in my hand. He drove slowly, his dick twitching teasingly. Not only was he a head taller than me—his cock was too.
After calming down, I started playing with it. I tugged it toward the pocket opening, letting the head poke out 3–5 cm. I asked: “So the shopping was just an excuse—the real reason was this, right?”
Nhật: “You already know—why ask?”
I said: “If you wanted it, we could’ve done it in the room. Why go through all this trouble?”
Nhật: “In the room, you act all cool and distant. Who’d dare make a move? If you were like Lễ or Long, it’d be easy.”
I pretended surprise: “You know they like you? Then why not hit on them in the room, but you dare outside?”
Nhật: “Brother Phong told me they like me. But I don’t like them. The first time I saw you in the hospital, I already wanted your hand on me. And why now? Because I know someone filmed my cock twitching while I napped!”
I froze: Holy shit—the phone propped in his armpit wasn’t random. The voyeur got voyeured first.
I clicked my tongue: “Damn, you’re good.”
Nhật grinned, turned into a dark, overgrown path. He stopped the bike, feet on the ground. We stayed seated, only our naughty hands moving—stroking, teasing nonstop. Nhật adjusted the pocket so more of his cock poked out. I knew what he wanted but still asked: “What do you want?”
Nhật, pretending shy: “Bro… can you suck it?”
Of course I didn’t refuse. He stayed in the driver’s position. I slid my ass back toward the rear, bent down. My mouth closed over the head poking out of the pocket. He held the fabric so more shaft was exposed—about 10 cm. Couldn’t take it all in this position, but it was enough to make him tremble with pleasure.
Nhật got head while keeping watch—head turning left and right. Whenever a bike approached, we snapped back to normal riding position. When the coast was clear, his right hand pressed my head down in rhythm.
I relaxed my throat on the way in, tightened on the way out. Each time, he let out a soft moan. One hand braced on his thigh, the other slipped under his shirt to pinch his nipple. After more than ten minutes, the only sounds were frogs and Nhật’s breathless gasps.
After a few more passing bikes, we decided to finish quick. We had a whole week—he wasn’t going anywhere. Nhật pressed my head harder, faster: “So good… so good, bro! Ah… ah… I’m gonna cum… gonna cum!”
I hummed around him, tightening for the final strokes. Nhật gasped: “Haa… haa…” then shot thick ropes into my mouth. His cum was thick, not too strong, slightly sweet. I sucked the head clean, then sat back behind him.
Nhật panted, leaning back against me: “Your turn. I’ll suck you—keep watch.”
I said: “Already came in my pants earlier. Your hand’s too good—must practice a lot.”
Nhật laughed: “First time getting head outside like this. But fuck—sneaky sex is the best!”
I asked: “So where’d you get head before?”
Nhật: “Always in their rooms or mine. Comfortable, but none of them sucked like you!”
I laughed: “Don’t flatter me! Pretty face, smooth talk—no wonder everyone falls. Ate all the guys back home, now coming here for more?”
Nhật: “Nah, I only let them suck. I don’t fuck unless I really like someone.”
I gave him a skeptical look. He added: “But I’m still clean—checked this morning!”
I teased: “Clean or not, none of my business.”
Nhật begged: “Suck me a few more times, please! I’ll send you full-HD nudes—no censor.”
I finally agreed to the sweet deal. He even promised: next year when he comes to Saigon for college, he’ll find me again. Can’t wait to see how much more cunning this kid gets by then!