It felt like forever, but we finally made it through freshman year. Bá Kiên and Minh Phong had already moved out more than three months ago. Since then, no new students had been assigned to our room, so the two empty bunks quickly turned into storage space for random junk.
Right after the semester ended, besides the seniors whose contracts expired and had to move out, quite a few of us first-years also left for various reasons. A typical case was Công Bình from room 708—one of our hangout buddies. Tomorrow, he was moving out of the dorm to a rental in District 6.
Even though there were plenty of discreet gay guys in the dorm, every time one of us moved out, the mood would drop for a whole week. But everyone has their own path, so we respected each other’s decisions. Real friends support one another—as long as the choice isn’t wrong or harmful.
Công Bình was packing his stuff into big cardboard boxes, everything ready for the new place. Me, Ngọc Lễ, and Duy Long went over to his room and saw it already half-empty. As soon as we poked our heads in, he asked: “Hey, anyone free tomorrow? Help me move a bit?”
Ngọc Lễ shook his head: “Tomorrow I’ve got club stuff—all day.”
Duy Long: “I’ve got morning classes.”
One’s an extrovert, the other’s a model student. Summer semester—those of us not taking extra courses (like me) got a full two-month break. Looked like I was the only one free. I said: “I’ve got nothing. I’ll help you tomorrow.”
Công Bình’s face lit up. Honestly, I felt a little bad for him. He never liked living in crowded places, but his parents forced him into the dorm. And his room wasn’t exactly welcoming to “discreet” guys like him. So when he needed help, he could only ask us.
It wasn’t a big job—just carrying a few boxes down seven flights of stairs. One person alone would’ve been dead or crippled by the end. Luckily he didn’t have much; we each made three or four trips and finished.
Once everything was loaded onto the Ahamove truck, he went to get his motorbike and followed behind. He turned to me: “Hey, since you’re already helping… mind going all the way? The new place is also walk-up stairs.”
I was free anyway, so I hopped on the back of his bike and we followed the truck. The rental was a pretty basic area—security gate, private bathroom, hallway windows, and thankfully only two floors of stairs. After the truck arrived, I helped him carry things up, then we walked around nearby shops to buy some essentials.
The room wasn’t big, but fine for one or two people. When we got inside, it had been superficially cleaned—but we both knew it was just for show.
Công Bình rolled up his sleeves and started deep-cleaning before unpacking. I helped him wipe down the loft area. After half a day of hard work, we were both drenched in sweat—shirts soaked dark. I took mine off and hung it on the ladder to cool down. Công Bình finished downstairs.
He called: “Yo, go shower—you’ll feel better.”
I said: “Nah, didn’t bring clothes.”
He replied: “Just wear mine for now. I’ll drop you back later to change and return them.”
Sounded reasonable, so I went to shower. Our builds were similar enough—his clothes should fit. The second I stepped in, I stripped everything—pants, briefs, all of it. Out of curiosity, I sniffed my own underwear. The dried sweat gave off that sour, musky smell—disgusting yet insanely arousing. But this was his new place—if I jerked off right now, it’d be too weird.
While I showered, I heard Công Bình opening boxes and moving things around. When I finished, I realized I hadn’t brought a towel or clothes in.
I called: “Bình! Lend me a towel and some clothes!”
He knocked lightly: “Here.”
I cracked the door just enough to show one thigh, then reached out. Công Bình glanced at me and handed over the towel and clothes. Before I closed the door, I heard him mutter: “Damn… so bushy.”
I’d forgotten—while only my thigh was visible, a few stray pubes had poked out. I dried off, dressed, and stepped out—carrying my sweaty pants and briefs to put with the shirt so I could take them home later.
Before I could do anything else, my stomach growled. It was already 2 p.m.—breakfast was long gone. Công Bình said: “Go grab something to eat downstairs. Get some for me too. I’m still gross—gonna finish cleaning.”
I nodded, grabbed my wallet, and headed down. Luckily, there was a small eatery less than 50m away, open all day. I bought two portions and headed back, thinking Bình must be starving too.
It was naptime, so I walked quietly to avoid disturbing anyone. When I got close, I saw he’d closed the door and half-shut the hallway window. I peeked through the window to call him—and froze at what I saw.
Công Bình was leaning against the loft ladder, shirt off, pants pulled low enough to expose his balls. His right hand gripped his hard cock, stroking from base to tip. His left hand held my pile of sweaty clothes pressed to his nose. He inhaled deeply, eyes closed in pure bliss.
My own cock instantly hardened in my pants, but there was a camera in the hallway—I couldn’t just stand there staring. Besides, I was starving. So I decided to knock anyway. If he wanted to jerk off with my dirty clothes, he could do it in the bathroom later.
I knocked a few times and called loudly: “Bình! Open up!”
From inside: “Wait—taking a piss! Coming!”
I knew the “piss” excuse was just to buy time while he pulled his pants up. Then came the sound of flushing. He opened the door. I glanced down—his erection still bulged obviously. My clothes were still in the same spot.
I said: “Let’s eat. I’m starving!”
Công Bình: “Yeah. Thanks for today, man. If I did this alone, I’d still be cleaning till evening.”
I mumbled agreement while eating, but my eyes kept drifting to his crotch. The image of his hard, slightly curved cock from earlier kept replaying in my head. His joggers made the bulge impossible to miss—maybe because he still hadn’t gone soft. There was even a small wet spot at the tip—sweat or pre-cum, I couldn’t tell.
After we finished, I said: “Go shower. I’ll lie down in the loft for a bit. Oh—throw my clothes in the bathroom later. I’ll grab them when I head back. They’re starting to stink out here.”
Công Bình’s eyes lit up. He nodded eagerly. I climbed to the loft to rest, imagining him naked in the bathroom, sniffing my sweaty clothes while stroking himself. The thought made me hard again. I pulled my cock out and stroked a few times. But between the heat and exhaustion, I passed out without realizing.