When Trọng Dĩ and Mạnh Kỳ came out, the real party kicked off. Huy Đức switched off the main lights and turned on the dim purple sleeping lamps. Mạnh Đức spread a thick mat across the floor. Except for Minh Đức, Khả Ngôn (still in the bathroom), and me, the other seven stripped completely naked—bare as the day they were born.
Mạnh Đức and Gia Lâm cuddled on the bunk, lips locked in a deep, endless kiss. The five on the mat pressed close, hands roaming over cocks, balls, nipples, and asses—mouths kissing wildly amid lustful moans.
I’d cum earlier, but watching them reignited everything. I lay face-down, occasionally grinding my cock against the mattress to ease the ache. Honestly, I preferred watching others fuck while jerking off more than joining the full-on orgy.
The five below had their eyes closed in ecstasy, grinding cocks together, switching partners constantly. Huy Đức seemed obsessed with body scents, especially the sensitive spots. He buried his nose in each of their asses, inhaling deeply, even giving a few licks. Trọng Dĩ, Mạnh Kỳ, and Lữ Chí moaned softly when he licked them, but when he reached Hoàng Đức, he yelled: “Fuck—leave my hole alone!”
After a while, the five formed a circle on the mat—each sucking the next person’s cock while getting sucked themselves. The room filled with wet slurps and deep, guttural moans.
Then Khả Ngôn emerged from the bathroom—shirtless, slim and delicate. Minh Đức immediately set his laptop aside, pulled Khả Ngôn close, and kissed him fiercely. No matter how disciplined he usually was, seeing all this in front of him had to turn him on.
Khả Ngôn laid Minh Đức on the bed, head facing me. Under the dim light, he pulled Minh Đức’s pants down. An eighteen-centimeter, slender cock sprang free. Surprisingly, Minh Đức was possessive only about Khả Ngôn’s body—he didn’t care if others saw his.
Normally so reserved, Minh Đức now moaned louder than anyone: “So good, Khả Ngôn… You suck so well! My cock’s so hard… Feels good, baby? Ah… Lick my balls again—I’m gonna cum…”
His voice was completely different—still gentle only toward Khả Ngôn. His fingers wove into Khả Ngôn’s hair, stroking his ears and cheeks tenderly while panting out filthy words.
On the other bunk, Mạnh Đức had buried his veiny cock deep in Gia Lâm’s ass. Gia Lâm reached back, stroking Mạnh Đức’s hair while his own thick cock—matching Mạnh Đức’s—stood proud.
After a few thrusts, Gia Lâm whispered something. They stood up beside the bed, Mạnh Đức still inside him. Gia Lâm asked the group below: “Anyone joining?”
He stroked his own cock provocatively. Trọng Dĩ and Mạnh Kỳ immediately volunteered. Trọng Dĩ (vers top) had no problem bottoming. Mạnh Kỳ (vers bottom) was even more eager. Soon the four formed a train, moans echoing through the room.
Meanwhile, Huy Đức, Hoàng Đức, and Lữ Chí looked left out—but they quickly improvised: double penetration. I watched Lữ Chí—clearly fearless and thrilled. Huy Đức and Hoàng Đức lay facing opposite directions, asses pressed together so their cocks were as close as possible.
Lữ Chí took both heads into his mouth at once—gagging slightly but mostly coating them with spit. Then, slowly and skillfully, he lowered himself onto both. His face showed pure satisfaction—no pain. I watched in awe (and a little fear). Only the person involved knows how good (or bad) it really feels.
Lữ Chí bounced steadily, making both tops below groan. The room was chaos—each person moaning, cursing, lost in pleasure. The loudest? Still Minh Đức, now fully unleashed.
Hoàng Đức shouted: “Fuck—too tight! I’m gonna cum!”
Huy Đức gasped: “Bet? Whoever cums first takes a three-day break from fucking!”
I laughed inwardly—brutal bet. For two sex gods like them? Impossible.
Lữ Chí kept riding, occasionally leaning over to suck Mạnh Kỳ’s cock. The “train” moved steadily—not too fast, just relentless wet slaps and filthy talk: “So good… Cock in my ass, cock in my mouth… Should’ve done this sooner!”
Khả Ngôn’s side stayed calmer. After fifteen minutes of thrusting, Minh Đức came deep inside him. He stayed buried, holding Khả Ngôn close, resting.
Hoàng Đức groaned: “Fuck—I can’t hold it! Cumming!”
Huy Đức: “Thank God! Been waiting for that—I’m about to burst too!”
Lữ Chí clenched harder. Both tops below cried out: “Cumming… Cumming… Ah… So fucking good!”
Their cocks pulsed almost in sync inside Lữ Chí, who tensed, enduring the double throbbing. He jerked himself a few times, then moaned softly and shot across the mat—some landing on Mạnh Kỳ’s stomach.
The warm cum seemed to trigger Mạnh Kỳ. After constant sucking from Lữ Chí, he couldn’t last. “I’m counting to three—I’m done! One… two… three… Ah… Ah… Too good!”
Every spurt made Mạnh Kỳ’s hole clench tighter around Trọng Dĩ behind him. Trọng Dĩ growled: “Fuck—clenching so hard! I can’t—I’m cumming first!”
Trọng Dĩ’s orgasm triggered Gia Lâm behind him. After constant thrusting, one more push and Gia Lâm came too. Then Mạnh Đức followed. All of them collapsed, panting like they’d run a marathon.
Less than a minute later, a knock at the door. I panicked—thought management was finally raiding. Minh Đức checked the camera: “Anyone know the guy outside?”
I looked—and nearly choked. Hoàng Tuấn.
The knocking grew louder. I stammered: “My… my roommate!”
Minh Đức: “Then go open it!”
I said: “I’m leaving!”
I opened the door. Hoàng Tuấn stood there, furious. I tried playing innocent: “Tuấn? What’re you doing here?”
He snapped: “Don’t play dumb!”
It was the first time he ever raised his voice at me. I felt scared… and disappointed. Then, without warning, he pushed past me into the room—seeing the aftermath: naked bodies sprawled, still panting, cum everywhere. Not one or two people—almost a dozen.
In front of everyone, he demanded: “What did you do?”
I shook my head: “Nothing. I just watched.”
He didn’t believe me: “Just watched? Seeing all this and you ‘just watched’? Save that for a three-year-old!”
Huy Đức defended me: “He’s telling the truth. He only watched from start to finish.”
Hoàng Đức asked: “Who is he to you, Hưng?”
I answered: “My roommate!”
Minh Đức: “Oh? I thought he was your boyfriend!”
Lữ Chí chimed in: “He didn’t join at all. Believe it or not. And even if he did—what’s it to you? Why act like this?”
Hoàng Tuấn took a deep breath, seeming to realize his attitude was off. But I didn’t blame him—I knew he had feelings for me, that’s why he reacted so strongly. I just didn’t realize those feelings had grown this much. Just days ago he told me I could play freely, now he wanted to control me.
The room fell into an awkward silence. Everyone stared at Hoàng Tuấn. I whispered: “Let’s go back to our room and talk.”
Suddenly, Hoàng Tuấn turned to me, lifted my chin, and kissed me fiercely. Our last kiss had been over a month ago—this warm, familiar feeling was something I’d missed more than I thought.
Khả Ngôn, watching from the side, said: “See that, everyone? No more touching little Hưng from now on!”
The kiss ended as I pulled Hoàng Tuấn out of the room, back to the cool, breezy balcony of ours. Alone, I said: “I told you already—liking me will only make you suffer.”
Still on the same chair as before, Hoàng Tuấn held me close: “I’m sorry. I was scared, that’s why I yelled.”
I asked: “Scared of what? We’re all guys here.”
Hoàng Tuấn: “That room—the whole dorm avoids it. They’re not as gentle as they look. The essential oil they’re diffusing? It has aphrodisiac in it!”
I froze: “How do you know?”
Hoàng Tuấn: “Occupational hazard. I know you don’t actually want to fuck those guys, but with drugs… who knows what could happen?”
No wonder I came so hard and far earlier. The lavender wasn’t just to mask the cum smell—it was to keep people from noticing. Good thing I’d already cum once before, so the stimulation didn’t fully take over. If I hadn’t, I might’ve joined them. Lữ Chí really saved me this time.
I smiled: “You were that scared I’d get fucked?”
Hoàng Tuấn: “Not just that. Sex comes in many forms. But with strangers… no one’s going to be gentle. And with people coming and going in that room—who knows what diseases are floating around. Promise me you won’t go down there again?”
I teased: “If you came home early every night like this, I wouldn’t need to go anywhere else for fun.”
Hoàng Tuấn didn’t reply, his face serious like he was thinking hard about how to come home earlier for me. I pinched his cheek: “I’m kidding. I know you always want to come back to me early—you just can’t because of work. From now on, I won’t go down there anymore.”
Only then did he relax. He pulled my head to his shoulder, nose buried in my hair, strong arms holding and rubbing my back. I didn’t know what this feeling was—only that it was different from anything I’d imagined.