The summer flew by in a flash, and before I knew it, we were already a few weeks into the new semester. I couldn’t casually call myself “little brother” anymore—there were freshmen now.
With the new term came new roommates. Quốc Bảo wasn’t happy at all—management assigned three new guys to our room, so his “storage bunk” got confiscated. I didn’t mind; more people meant more eye candy. The biggest plus? We got moved down to the 6th floor—fewer stairs to climb.
At noon, Duy Long, Ngọc Lễ, and I came back and spotted someone lingering at the door with a bunch of stuff. Tall, handsome, hair slicked back neatly, wearing Jordans—looked sporty and put-together. No need to guess: one of the new guys.
When he saw us, he greeted politely and asked: “Excuse me, is there someone named Trọng Quân in this room?”
Duy Long answered: “Yeah, Trọng Quân just moved in a few days ago. You his friend?”
The kid nodded respectfully: “Yes. I’m Nhật Hào. Management assigned me here.”
I unlocked the door and swung it wide so he could bring his stuff in. Duy Long and Ngọc Lễ suddenly turned into the nicest guys ever. They tossed their bags on their bunks and rushed out to help carry his things. Then they even helped move Quốc Bảo’s junk down from the empty top bunk—the only one left.
Duy Long and Ngọc Lễ are genuinely good people—I know that. But everything would’ve been normal if Nhật Hào wasn’t the last one to arrive. When Ngọc Duy and Trọng Quân moved in, those two weren’t this enthusiastic!
Not that I blamed them. Up close, Nhật Hào had dreamy, captivating eyes. Tall, perfect face, toned arms and legs, flat stomach, and younger than us—how could “big brothers” like them not fall?
I wasn’t much better. I already had someone in my heart, so I didn’t react as strongly as before. Still… something about Nhật Hào’s friendly smile and easygoing vibe made me think: trap boy. But whatever—first impressions. Maybe I was just being paranoid.
Soon the rest of the room trickled back—except Hoàng Tuấn, who went straight to work after class. After introductions, Quốc Bảo noticed his stuff had been moved down from the top bunk. He didn’t say much, but his face showed irritation. Nhật Hào immediately apologized: “Sorry, there wasn’t any other empty bunk, so I moved your things. Where do you want them? I’ll help put them away!”
Quốc Bảo: “No need. I’ll do it myself.”
But Nhật Hào still rolled up his sleeves and helped anyway—even sweeping the dust under the bunks. The whole room couldn’t help but think: this kid’s polite and hardworking. Quốc Bảo couldn’t even stay mad.
Once done, Nhật Hào said: “Sorry again for making a mess when I just got here!”
Duy Long: “It’s fine! He should’ve cleaned that junk ages ago!”
Ngọc Lễ: “If he doesn’t apologize to you, why are you apologizing to him?”
Quốc Bảo frowned: “What’s with you two today? Acting weird. I didn’t even say anything to the kid!”
Just then Trọng Quân came back. Nhật Hào lit up with a bright smile. Duy Long and Ngọc Lễ quickly retreated to their bunks. Trọng Quân wasn’t as handsome as Nhật Hào, not as tall, a bit rounder—but in my opinion, he seemed kinder and more trustworthy.
Still, Ngọc Duy was basically Hoàng Tuấn 2.0. Same age as us, but rarely in the room—always out until late. Ngọc Duy was beautiful—slim legs, tiny waist, round ass. If he didn’t talk, I’d swear he was a male Ngọc Trinh. But he always seemed cold, like he carried heavy secrets.
A month passed peacefully—old and new roommates got along surprisingly well. Nhật Hào quickly became the most loved freshman. More considerate than Duy Long, tidier than anyone. Every time he went downstairs for food, he asked if we wanted anything. I even felt a little guilty for suspecting him at first.
Friday morning, as usual, Hoàng Tuấn stirred at 6 a.m. and woke me up. Ever since he dragged me back from the “debauchery room” downstairs, he’d been trying to come home earlier every night. In return, I had to let him sleep with me—and give him several kisses a day.
Sleeping next to someone you like made it impossible to control ourselves. I’d barely pulled the blanket over us when both our cocks were rock-hard. Some nights we stripped completely naked and cuddled under the covers, but our erections kept getting in the way—we couldn’t press close enough.
Hoàng Tuấn’s favorite was me lying face-down on top of him, our cocks trapped between our stomachs. My belly always felt hot—like two burning logs pressed together. Every time I shifted slightly, our cocks rubbed against each other and our abs, making us leak pre-cum in excitement.
Because of that, my desk, laptop, and random stuff ended up on the top bunk. When I gamed, I climbed up to Tuấn’s bed—which was perfect. It gave me an excuse to peek into the bathroom.
Right now Tuấn was showering. I stayed lazy in bed, but poked my head out from the curtain to stare at Quốc Bảo’s morning tent. The peaceful scene lasted until 6:30 when alarms started blaring. Ngọc Lễ and Duy Long had club activities this morning. Everyone else had class. I, being lazy, deliberately chose a schedule with no Friday, Saturday, or Sunday classes—full weekend off.
By 7:30 the room was quiet again—only me, and the two freshmen Trọng Quân and Nhật Hào still sleeping. After a while Trọng Quân woke up—typical new-student habit of waking early. First thing he did was shower. But Nhật Hào slept right next to me—I didn’t dare move or peek. So I climbed to the top bunk, opened my laptop, and pretended to game while waiting for my chance.
Inside the bathroom came the sound of flushing—Trọng Quân must’ve stripped and started showering. I knelt on the top bunk, craned my neck slightly—then Nhật Hào yawned and rolled over. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Every time I tried something, he’d move—like he knew.
I glanced at him. My annoyance vanished instantly. After rolling, he lay face-down. The blanket slid aside, revealing toned, pale legs. Calves had light hair—not too much. And he wasn’t wearing shorts—just boxers for sleeping.
The black boxers hugged his round, firm ass. Every so often he reached back to scratch, pulling one side up and exposing a smooth, plump cheek. I wondered: was this just sleepy habit, or was he teasing me on purpose?
My laptop was in game mode, but I didn’t care. I grabbed my phone, turned on the camera, and waited for him to pull the fabric again so I could record that perfect ass. Then he shifted again—onto his back. I thought he was waking up and almost dropped the phone.
I hadn’t even gotten annoyed when his hard-on slammed into view. His boxers rode up high, balls pushed into a big bulge below. Meanwhile his long, slender cock pointed upward, trapped inside the fabric like it was trying to escape the waistband.
Seeing that, I got instantly hard. Heart pounding, I stroked myself a few times through my pants. I held the phone steady—determined to record this. Then Nhật Hào moved again. His hand slipped inside his boxers—not pulling out. I knew there was a small gap between waistband and stomach. But he was facing the balcony—if I wanted to peek through that gap, I’d have to go to Duy Long and Ngọc Lễ’s bunk.
I hesitated—afraid the bed would creak and wake him. I’d lose my chance forever. But I thought: Better than nothing. I lay back down and waited.
I lay there, cock throbbing. On his side, Nhật Hào’s hand started moving inside his boxers. Even though I couldn’t see, I could tell—he was gripping the base and sliding down, letting the head slip under the fabric. After a pause, his hand moved up and down steadily. My heart raced like I was running a marathon.
A moment later, his fingers moved lower, cupping and rolling his balls in circles. He pushed his palm deep, making his fingertips poke out the leg hole. I watched and unconsciously mimicked—feeling that dirty, delicious pleasure shoot from balls to groin.
Wherever his hand went, mine followed. He stroked his cock, I stroked mine. After a minute I had to stop—any more and I’d cum. On his side, his hand froze. His cock twitched violently under the boxers—cum soaked through the black fabric in thick white streaks. I couldn’t miss it—white against black, slowly seeping from tip down to his balls, darkening a large patch.
I slowly closed my laptop and climbed down, careful not to make noise, then went straight to the bathroom. My cock couldn’t wait—I came hard into the toilet. After calming down, I decided to stay inside. If Nhật Hào woke up and knew I’d seen him cum through his boxers, he’d be mortified. And honestly—I was afraid he’d become more careful, and I’d never get another accidental peek.
About five minutes later, Trọng Quân came back from breakfast and opened the door. I pretended to flush and stepped out. Nhật Hào was now sitting on his bed—in shorts over the boxers from earlier. But he looked a little flustered—like he was wondering if anyone saw.
Trọng Quân asked: “You eaten yet?”
I said: “I ate earlier. When you left, I went too. But I got the runs mid-meal, so I came back to shit. Just finished.”
Nhật Hào: “Why didn’t anyone wake me?”
Trọng Quân: “We didn’t know. Thought you were sleeping in.”
I added: “You were dead to the world under the blanket. Looked too peaceful to wake.”
After that, everyone did their own thing. I guess Nhật Hào didn’t suspect anything. But the video of him cumming through his boxers was safe in my phone. I knew I’d be jerking off to it for a long time!