When I finally woke up properly, the sky had already turned dark. But with nothing urgent on my plate, I wasn’t in a hurry. Công Bình was sitting downstairs scrolling on his phone. I called out: “Hey, what time is it?”
He answered: “A little past 7. You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you.”
I replied: “No worries. I didn’t have anything to do anyway.”
He said: “You free? Come with me to buy a foldable mattress! I can’t carry it back alone on the bike, and ordering online is too expensive!”
Of course I agreed. We rode around looking for a shop selling triple-fold mattresses. Bình picked a 1.8m × 2m one. Carrying it back on a motorbike wasn’t easy—the mattress, even folded, was huge and caught the wind like a sail. So we crawled along at turtle speed.
Near the place, we stopped at the same eatery from earlier and ordered two plates of stir-fried noodles. While eating, we double-checked what else the room might need. After we finished, we hauled the mattress back. I showered at his place again. By the time everything was done, it was already 10 p.m. I urged him to take me back to the dorm before the gate closed.
That’s when Bình said: “Why don’t you just stay over tonight? First night alone in a new place—I’m kinda scared.”
He wasn’t wrong. If I were in his shoes, I’d feel the same. Always surrounded by more than ten people, then suddenly alone—it’s lonely as hell. Faced with his pleading, I couldn’t say no. But I also knew—he probably wouldn’t sleep a wink tonight.
On the other hand, whether he slept or not was his problem. Whatever happened next depended on me.
He lay on the bed scrolling his phone. I browsed app B and spotted a guy two years older than us, just 10m away—probably in the same building. He messaged: “New here?”
I replied: “Yeah. Just moved—kinda freaked out being alone.”
He: “Then come sleep with me. I’ll help you feel less scared.”
I laughed and typed back: “If you come up here, I’ll be too awake and scared to sleep.”
After some back-and-forth, I teased him into “showing off.” He sent a 5-second clip. I nudged Bình: “Yo, check this out!”
I played it—a massive, curved cock filled the screen. Bình exclaimed: “Holy fuck—who’s that?”
I said: “You like? I’ll tell him to come over tomorrow and sleep with you. He’s in this building too!”
We chatted a bit more, and I arranged for the guy to visit room P.20x tomorrow night to “help” Bình feel less scared. Bình couldn’t hide his excitement and even asked what app I was using.
Around 12:30, I got tired and set my phone aside. Bình asked: “Sleepy already?”
I nodded vaguely. He turned off the light. The room plunged into darkness—only faint moonlight slipped through the window cracks, and the dim glow from Bình’s phone screen.
The room wasn’t very ventilated, so it felt hotter than the dorm. I took off my shirt and set it aside, arms raised to let my armpits breathe.
But I couldn’t fall asleep. Not because I wanted to do anything to him, but because I’d napped too much earlier and was in a strange place. Every now and then I cracked an eye to see what Bình was looking at on his phone. By 1 a.m. I was still awake, while Bình was yawning nonstop.
He turned off his phone. The loft was pitch black. Even if we opened our eyes, we couldn’t see each other. About half an hour later—when I thought he’d fallen asleep—he started moving.
Bình inched closer until his thigh pressed against mine. He rested his hand on my crotch—lifting it lightly, then touching again. After three or four tries with no reaction from me, he left his hand there. I wasn’t asleep, so my cock slowly hardened under his palm.
Every so often, he traced my shaft with his index finger and thumb, feeling for the base, the head. He was afraid I was still awake, so he didn’t dare go harder. But he had no idea I was fully conscious.
Suddenly, he lifted his hand off my cock and rolled onto his side facing me. After adjusting, he placed his hand back. A moment later, I felt something warm and wet against my underarm. Bình buried his nose in my armpit, inhaling deeply. When I didn’t react, he lifted himself slightly and licked—his hot, lust-filled breath tickling my ear.
I got hard instantly, but armpit licking tickled too much. After enduring for a bit, I pretended to scratch my armpit, making a rustling sound. Bình immediately pulled his hand away from my crotch and scooted back a little. Afraid he’d try again, I turned toward the wall and “fell asleep,” arm stretched along my side.
Five minutes of silence. Then his hand returned to my crotch. His other hand stroked along my arm. He touched, retreated, touched again—testing if I was really asleep. Then he lifted my right hand and placed it on his crotch—under his pants, on his hard cock.
He must’ve wanted me to touch him. I wanted to too, but I’d already committed to pretending—so I kept still.
After a while, I felt his waist lift slightly—he was pulling his own pants down. Now my hand was skin-to-skin with his bare cock. Hot, rigid, twitching occasionally. He guided my fingers around it, letting me feel the shaft, the balls. Meanwhile, his other hand sneaked into my pants and pulled my cock out, standing it upright in the dark.
Thinking I was completely out, he started stroking me. On his side, he moved my hand up and down his cock. I felt every inch sliding through my grip—my own cock leaking pre-cum. His pre-cum coated my index finger. After a while, his cock twitched violently—like mine right before cumming—but no semen came. He held back.
Then he shifted from lying to kneeling. But he kept my hand on his cock. Suddenly, a warm, wet heat enveloped my cockhead—I realized Bình had taken me into his mouth. He sucked while guiding my hand to jerk him off.
My breathing quickened, but the room was pitch black—he couldn’t see my chest heaving with excitement. The secret thrill pushed me over the edge. He took me deep—I came hard, shooting straight down his throat.
Bình couldn’t hold back either. His cock—pointed toward me—twitched in my hand as he came. I felt every pulse, every spurt traveling from base to tip. But it all landed on my (his) pants.
Afterward, he licked me clean and tucked me back in. He gently removed my hand from his cock and placed it on my stomach. Then he lay back on his side, breathing steady again. Having cum, I fell asleep easily—drifting off without realizing.
The next morning, Bình woke first. He waited until I opened my eyes before teasing me about the cum stains on the pants. I admitted: “Yeah… had a wet dream last night.”
He laughed, thinking I didn’t know a thing. I laughed too—because he thought I didn’t know. But I decided: if he ever invites me over again, I’ll keep pretending. This sneaky thrill was too good to pass up.