Since the start of the new semester, every Friday, Trọng Quân and I take turns being the two lonely ones in the room. In the morning, after Hoàng Tuấn goes to work, I’m alone in the room, and in the afternoon when I go to class, Trọng Quân is alone in the room. The others are busy with this and that, out all day.
I climbed into bed and lay there for a while, and it was already past noon. It wasn’t until Hoàng Tuấn called me that I jolted awake. I answered the phone: “Hello, Hưng here!”
Hoàng Tuấn asked: “Get ready, I’ll come back soon to take you to class!”
Actually, I could catch a bus right in front of the dorm gate to go to school, no need to bother Hoàng Tuấn with picking me up, but he always insists on taking care of me even in the smallest things. I replied: “No need, it’s sunny at noon and the road is far, you stay at the shop and work! Hưng can take the bus!”
Hoàng Tuấn insisted: “It’s already 12, how can you make it on the bus?”
I glanced at the clock in surprise, but calmly replied: “It’s fine, the lecturer doesn’t take attendance. If you rush back, Hưng will be mad! Take a break while you can, you still have work in the afternoon, I can handle these little things myself!”
If I kept giving in to Hoàng Tuấn’s pampering, I’d soon be no different from a bedridden invalid. It’s just that every time, Hoàng Tuấn’s care for me grows more and more; he always protects me in whatever ways he can.
After daydreaming for a bit, I snapped back to reality. I didn’t even have time to shower, just quickly changed into my outfit to head out fast. I’d just pulled my pants down when the room door swung open, and Trọng Quân stepped in from outside. Seeing me changing clothes in the middle of the room, Trọng Quân jumped and turned his face toward the door, exclaiming: “Ah… Sorry! But why are you leaving so late today? Usually on Fridays when I get back, you’re already gone?”
I replied: “I overslept today! Alright, stay in the room, I’m off!”
I dashed out to the elevator, ignoring everything else—if Trọng Quân saw something, so be it! Earlier I’d lied to Hoàng Tuấn; actually, the lecturer does take attendance today, and being this late, I’d be in hot water!
Sitting at the bus stop under the blazing sun, sweat poured down me nonstop. Around me, a few other students were standing around aimlessly, occasionally glancing my way. After a while, one kid from the group came over and asked: “Hey, which bus do I take to get to Campus B?”
I replied: “Bus 45, kid. You guys new to this? The bus is here, hurry up!”
I waved for the bus, and when it stopped, the whole group piled on. But I waited for the kids to board first before getting on last. One girl in the group handed a 500k bill for the bus ticket, and the conductor immediately showed her displeasure. She said: “Kid, you’re buying a bus ticket with 500k? Where am I supposed to get change for that? Wait until the end of the day when I collect enough, then I’ll give you your change!”
The girl looked embarrassed and hurt; it was probably her first time on the bus and she didn’t know to prepare small change. I had a few extra thousand in my wallet, so I paid for her ticket. The girl nodded in thanks and slunk to the back row to sit. I looked around, and the only empty spot was in the back row, right between the girl with the 500k and the boy who’d asked me earlier.
I swear I hate being sandwiched like this, but it was better than standing. The girl saw me coming and politely shifted to one side. I said: “Just sit comfortably. Next time on the bus, remember to have small change.”
The girl replied: “I withdrew from the ATM, no small bills. All 500k notes, and no one wants to take them. Do you have change? I’ll pay you back for the bus ticket!”
I smiled because this girl was just like me when I first came to the city. I said: “Keep it. Next time you withdraw, take out 400k or 450k! That way, you’ll get smaller bills under 200k, easier to use!”
The girl went “Ah…” like she’d discovered some profound truth. The boy next to me kept glancing at me; when I looked over, he quickly turned away toward his friends on the other side.
I didn’t pay much attention, just knowing I was about to be late, wondering how the lecturer would punish me. As soon as the bus stopped at the nearest stop to school, I bolted off and hurried across to campus. But behind me, those kids were scampering after like a flock of ducklings. I didn’t say anything, but I slowed down to guide them safely across the road. Once everything was fine, I sprinted into school.
Today my class was on the 4th floor; I didn’t bother with the elevator and ran up the stairs, muttering to myself: “Back in the day, I walked up 7 floors no problem, 4 floors is nothing!”
That said, running up 4 floors left me gasping for air. At the classroom door, my heart was pounding wildly. Just turning the knob and stepping in would mean facing the lecturer’s bullet-like glare. After three steady breaths, I gathered all my composure and turned the knob to enter.
Surprisingly, the door was locked from inside! I thought the lecturer had locked it to keep latecomers out, so I knocked a few times. The cleaning lady in charge of the 4th floor asked: “What class are you in, kid?”
I replied: “Teacher Thành’s class!”
She said: “Teacher Thành canceled today! No one’s in the room, why are you knocking?”
My face went blank right there at her words. Only then did I pull out my phone and check Facebook. On the class group, there was a post announcing that Teacher Thành had given us the day off!
I felt so angry at myself, cursing “Fuck!” inwardly. My habit of not checking ahead always lands me in these ridiculous situations. Then I excused myself by saying I was in too much of a rush earlier, consoled myself, and slunk back down to catch the bus home.
An hour wasted going back and forth, and finally I was standing in front of my room door. Trọng Quân was probably asleep by now; I took out the spare key to open it myself. Actually, this room only has one key, and Trọng Quân had it today. This spare was one I had made for emergencies.
Stepping into the room, I didn’t see Trọng Quân on the bed. I wondered: “Huh, did he go out?”
A few more steps in, and I realized that wasn’t it… Trọng Quân was in the bathroom right now, but in a pose I’d never seen before.
The bathroom door was closed tight, but inside, Trọng Quân was pressing his whole body against the door. This place uses frosted glass doors, and the property of this glass is that if you stand away from it, people outside can’t see anything, but if you press against it, the other side can see everything!
So right now, I could see with my own eyes Trọng Quân’s plump 16cm cock sliding up and down inside the door. His two round balls full of cum weren’t sagging but were taut. Moreover, hanging from his cock was something dangling below. Through the door, this thing gleamed a bright red.
I screamed inwardly: “Oh shit, my cum-stained underwear!”
It was exactly that; as Trọng Quân pressed closer, the image of the underwear became clearer behind the glass. Seeing this, my cock and balls twitched; I opened my phone, I had to record this. As I stepped a bit closer to the bathroom, I jumped back because opposite the bathroom door, there was another phone propped on a chair, also recording video with the front camera.
I could only hide against the wall at the end of the shared desk, using my phone to record at an angle. Inside the bathroom, Trọng Quân was moaning loudly, and I could hear every bit from outside. In his ragged breaths, Trọng Quân cried out my name: “Hưng… Do you like sniffing my underwear? You said my cum smells good? Come here and suck my cock, Hưng, I’m so horny…”
I felt both aroused and embarrassed; Nhật Hào must have spilled something to Trọng Quân! Trọng Quân rubbed his cock against the door, and I couldn’t look away for a second. After a while, the underwear wasn’t hanging on his cock anymore but was moved up. Trọng Quân brought the underwear to his face, pressing his face against the door and inhaling deeply.
From the bathroom echoed Trọng Quân’s voice: “Your cum smells so good! Why are you so slutty, Hưng? Wearing red underwear and cumming in it? And today, knowing I’m alone in the room, you deliberately hung it in the bathroom… Do you want me to die of horniness, Hưng? If you wore this underwear and crawled over to suck my cock…”
I didn’t know if Trọng Quân was dying of horniness in the bathroom, but I was about to outside, if he kept dirty-talking my name like that. His cock and balls were plump and hard, sliding up and down the door all this time. True to Trọng Quân’s style: silent when not speaking, but once he opens his mouth, no one can handle it.
I pulled my cock out, stroking in rhythm with Trọng Quân’s ups and downs, biting my lip to avoid moaning. Trọng Quân wasn’t sniffing my underwear anymore but put it on. However, Trọng Quân’s cock was much bigger than mine; the head poked out the top, and his balls spilled out the sides. Trọng Quân moaned loudly: “Hưng… Can I cum in your underwear? Let our cum mix together as one…”
Even though the one being called didn’t respond, the caller kept calling nonstop. About a minute later, Trọng Quân pulled the underwear down below his balls, rubbing faster. His moans were labored and broken: “Hưng… I’m about to cum… Hưng… Suck my cock… Drink my cum, Hưng… Hưng… Do you know I dream of fucking you every night and wet the bed?”
I was both horny and worried; I didn’t expect this kid who usually acts so proper to be the one daydreaming and night-dreaming about fucking me…
The moans continued: “Hưng, stop sucking Tuấn’s cock… Suck mine! My cock is big, tasty, and full of cum too… Let me put my cock in your mouth just once… So I can cum and fill you up… Ah… Hưng… My cum is about to flow… Can’t hold it… It’s coming… Ah… Ah… Feels so good on my cock… Ah… Ah…”
Streams of cum shot onto the inner glass, then gravity pulled them down in long streaks, blurring a large patch on the door. Trọng Quân’s cum was indeed a lot, probably because he only masturbates rarely.
Right when Trọng Quân came, I came too. But I couldn’t shoot on the floor, so I pulled my pants up high, letting the cum flow under two layers of fabric. I knew Trọng Quân would soon come out to check the video he’d been self-recording, so as soon as I pulled my pants over my cock head, I started running out. With each step, my cock shot another spurt, my legs shaking like they wanted to collapse, but I had to get out the door—if Trọng Quân saw me in the room, it’d be awkward for both of us.
Once outside, I quickly locked the door again, pretending like I knew nothing. I waited outside for about 15 minutes, until Trọng Quân finished showering, then knocked. Trọng Quân opened the door for me, his face still sleepy-looking, and asked in surprise: “Huh, why are you back? How long have you been back? I was sleeping and didn’t hear any knocking.”
I replied: “I finished checking and got to leave early. I just got back.”
Though I didn’t say it, I saw Trọng Quân let out a sigh of relief. I put my stuff on the bed and took my old clothes to the bathroom to change. Inside the bathroom, it was spotless and fresh-smelling; Trọng Quân must have cleaned thoroughly. The underwear I’d hung on the clothes hook was back in place, but around it were a few new cum stains. Probably because Trọng Quân came so much, some inevitably splashed back onto the underwear.
I clicked my tongue in delight; this room is getting more and more secretly horny guys!