It’s been over 3 months since we moved to the new place, and that’s how long we’ve had no contact with Minh Khôi, Quốc Bảo, and Thế Sang. Quốc Bảo has been appearing in several dorm media campaigns lately; he must have gotten a promotion. Thế Sang, living with his girlfriend’s family, is getting fattened up nicely. Only Minh Khôi is the one we have no idea about.
On Sunday morning, Hoàng Tuấn woke up but was still lounging in bed, hugging me. As per my morning habit, I grabbed my phone—one hand scrolling Twitter, the other fumbling for the 18cm hard rod in Hoàng Tuấn’s pants. Suddenly, a message popped up on Messenger, and surprisingly, it was from Minh Khôi. He texted: “You free today? Come swimming with me.”
Minh Khôi likes swimming; he used to invite me before, but I was lazy and always turned him down. This time was different, though—I really wanted to see him and check how he was doing. Because every time he goes swimming, it’s usually to relieve stress, and this was probably the case again. If he wanted to open up and talk to me, I shouldn’t—and had no reason to—refuse.
I turned to ask Hoàng Tuấn: “Do you have swim trunks? Let Hưng borrow them!”
Hoàng Tuấn asked: “Going swimming with who?”
I replied: “Swimming with a guy I haven’t seen in a while—huge package, tanned skin, six-pack abs.”
Hoàng Tuấn said: “Sure, I’ll get them for you in a bit.”
I craned my neck back and asked: “Not jealous?”
Hoàng Tuấn buried his nose in my hair and replied: “What’s the point of being jealous? As long as you’re happy.”
Actually, Hoàng Tuấn probably knew who I was meeting. Besides, he was right—jealousy doesn’t help. Moreover, if I had any ulterior motives, I could just hide who I was meeting; Hoàng Tuấn was heading to work soon anyway, so how would he know where I went?
Hoàng Tuấn handed me a pair of black, double-layered short swim trunks—they weren’t much different from regular home shorts. But since Hoàng Tuấn is bigger than me, when I tried them on, they were a bit loose, which was actually what I wanted. Wearing those tight ones would just make everything bulge out at the pool!
When Hoàng Tuấn left for work, he dropped me off at the pool. After picking a satisfactory locker, I stashed my unused personal items. On the other side, there was a guy a few years older than me, putting his stuff away while glancing over here. I didn’t pay much attention, then grabbed my swim trunks and headed to the changing room.
I’d just entered the changing room, and the door hadn’t even closed yet when that guy quickly stepped in and said: “All the rooms are taken; mind if I share with you?”
I didn’t say anything, just nodded. Partly because I was shy and didn’t want to argue—actually, the room next door was still empty when I came in. The room was spacious anyway, so we could each do our own thing. And a small part was because he was handsome.
I stood a bit away from him, planning to wait until he finished changing before I did, and maybe sneak a peek in the meantime. “Why turn down free meat?” But he seemed to guess what I was thinking; right after taking off his shirt, he turned and asked: “Aren’t you changing, kid?”
I was staring at his firm chest and jumped at his voice. Embarrassed, I turned away, pretending to take off my pants to change into the swim trunks. The pool rules required proper swimwear, but Hoàng Tuấn didn’t have a top, so I had to go shirtless. In front of a stranger, I didn’t want to take off my shirt and expose my skinny upper body.
But I forgot—I was wearing red jockstraps. As soon as I dropped my outer pants, my ass was on full display for him. Flustered and embarrassed, I quickly pulled on Hoàng Tuấn’s swim trunks. He said: “You look skinny, but that’s a pretty plump ass you’ve got there.”
I smiled shyly at the somewhat “polite” compliment. I glanced over at him; he was now taking off his pants. He didn’t turn his back to me but stood sideways, then just pulled them down. Whether intentional or not, he yanked his underwear down to his knees too, exposing everything front and back right in front of me.
His dick was hard, slightly curved up, over 16cm, with a slick, pink head. His ass was no less impressive than Hoàng Tuấn’s—looked firm, probably from regular gym sessions. He scratched his head awkwardly, smiling brightly, but his voice was completely calm: “Oops, sorry, accidentally pulled down the underwear too.”
As he said that, he reached down to pull them up, but the motion was excruciatingly slow and oddly deliberate. Anyone else would have yanked them up right away. Instead, as he reached down, he deliberately stroked from the tip of his dick down to his balls, then from his groin to his thigh, like he was teasing me.
Finally, he pulled up his underwear. The tight white briefs made his hard shaft bulge out obviously underneath. After pulling them up, he intentionally left the leaking tip poking out over the waistband. He adjusted his dick in his underwear, but really, he was gently rubbing the head bobbing in front of me. I was a bit scared, but also turned on.
I just stood there frozen like a statue, not knowing how to react. Finally, he put on his swim trunks too—but they were the tight kind, so his still-hard dick under two layers of fabric created a massive bulge.
He hung his outer clothes on the hook behind me, but just approached without warning. So, his whole body pressed against mine; as he reached up to hang them, his crotch conveniently rubbed against the bulge in my pants. I was so embarrassed I wanted to dig a hole and hide.
He acted surprised, and the clothes slipped from his hand, falling to the floor with a thud. He immediately said: “Oh no, how clumsy!” As soon as the words left his mouth, he bent down to pick them up—but in that position, as he lowered himself, his face ended up right against my crotch. I even felt him press his nose against my dick and take a sniff.
My heart was pounding; I’d fooled around before, but this “straight to business on first meeting” style was new to me. After a few more attempts at hanging and dropping, he finally got his clothes up. Seeing I wasn’t responding, he said: “I’ll head to the pool first! If you want, join me for a shower later—I’ll scrub your back!”
Once he left, I let out a breath. I clicked my tongue, thinking: “If I let this guy scrub my back, it’ll definitely turn into a ‘dropped soap’ scenario!”
After waiting a bit until my little guy finally went soft, I headed to the rinse area before going out to the pool. As I walked, I crossed one arm over my shoulder, covering my not-so-impressive chest. This pool was mostly guys, and the gym-bodied, tall, fit types. As soon as I stepped out, a dozen pairs of eyes glanced over instinctively, which still made me shy.
Minh Khôi was soaking in the water at the farthest corner of the pool, arms folded on the edge, staring off into the distance with his back to me. I had to walk to the end of the pool to reach him. The guy from earlier was swimming not far away; when he saw me pass by, he shamelessly whistled and pointed, joking with his friends. I pretended not to know him, gently stepped into the water, and swam over to Minh Khôi.
I patted his shoulder and asked: “How’ve you been lately?”
Minh Khôi jumped and turned around, then said: “A bit short on cash, but otherwise fine. What took you so long? I thought you weren’t coming.”
I assumed the same pose as him and asked further: “What else? If something’s up, tell me.”
I knew damn well he had something on his mind; otherwise, he’d text the group chat to invite everyone swimming, not just me privately. And he was worried I wouldn’t show—clearly, he needed to vent.
Minh Khôi said: “Yeah, can’t hide from you. Do you think a straight guy can be turned gay?”
I nudged his shoulder and replied: “What? Switching teams? Or did some guy make you fall for him?”
Minh Khôi shook his head: “Nah, I still like girls.”
I looked confused: “Then why ask me?”
Minh Khôi said: “So, if a guy feels good when his ass is stimulated, does that make him gay?”
I clicked my tongue—this question was a bit more complicated. I scratched my chin, thought for a moment, then replied: “I think it’s normal. Guys or girls can both enjoy anal stuff. It’s just a non-traditional sexual preference (kink). If you don’t like guys, you can’t be gay.”
Minh Khôi lifted his arms off the edge, dove underwater in one go, and blew out a stream of bubbles. When he surfaced, he said: “Can you come over to my place? It’s hard to talk here!”
I replied: “Sure, why not.”