Luckily, I had brought my helmet earlier with the intention of hitching a ride back with Minh Khôi, so it was convenient for heading to his place now. Minh Khôi had rented a room not too far from school, but it was in a narrow alley. On top of that, the room wasn’t airy at all; once the door was closed, it was pitch black inside, with only a few weak rays of light seeping in from the cracks.
Minh Khôi turned on the light, and the first thing that appeared before my eyes was a pile of crumpled tissues scattered all over the room, mostly around the mattress where he slept. Not only that, but on the headboard, there was a box of condoms that was half empty. Just looking at it, I knew what he’d been doing with all that stuff. I asked: “You’ve been bringing girls back here a lot, huh?”
Minh Khôi gathered up the tissues and tossed them into the trash while replying: “I’m suffering like hell right now. Lately, I’ve got this weird condition, I don’t even understand it.”
I asked: “What kind of condition? Since when? Why didn’t you tell us?”
Minh Khôi grimaced: “I don’t know what it is. It started right after I moved out of the old room.”
I followed up: “Have you seen a doctor?”
Minh Khôi replied: “Yeah, I did. The doctor said I’m normal, no issues at all.”
The more I heard, the more absurd it sounded. What kind of condition is it where neither the patient nor the doctor knows anything about it?
I asked: “So how are you now? Do you feel ‘sick’ at the moment?”
Minh Khôi answered: “No. It only happens when I’m with girls!”
I frowned: “What the hell kind of weird-ass condition is that??”
Minh Khôi hesitated: “You don’t believe me, right? Let me… but you have to help me.”
I nodded in agreement. Minh Khôi reached over and turned off the light, plunging the room into total darkness. He pushed me down onto the bed, and in a flash, he pulled down both my pants and underwear to my knees. Then he grabbed my dick and stroked it lightly. I’d never experienced a straight guy jerking me off before; with just a few strokes from Minh Khôi, my cock was rock hard.
I was enjoying it but panicked and yelled: “Fuck, what the hell, man? I’m gay, you know—if you do that, I’m gonna cum right now!”
Minh Khôi didn’t seem to care much; he reached up and grabbed a condom from the box by my head. My mind was racing, and I said in a voice mixed with arousal and fear: “Hey, fuck, my ass is still virgin! What the hell are you planning?”
My heart was pounding like it was about to burst out of my chest. Was Khôi trying to recreate a scene of fucking a girl to show me what his ‘condition’ was? But if that happened, how could my hole ever face Hoàng Tuấn’s cock again?
Minh Khôi just said: “Lie still, I’m not gonna do anything.” With that, he grabbed a blindfold and made me put it on. I yelled: “Fuck, it’s already pitch black in here, why the hell do I need a blindfold? Playing blind man’s bluff or what?”
Minh Khôi replied: “I’m shy.”
In my mind, I cursed: “Fuck, you dragged me here and set up to fuck me, and now you’re shy about what the hell?”
Right after that, I felt something enveloping my cock from the tip all the way to the base. Before I could even ask what it was, something else covered it. A warm heat spread from my cock throughout my body; it was squeezing me tight, making me moan in ecstasy, my throat letting out incoherent sounds.
I reached down along my stomach. Surprisingly, before I even touched my own cock, I grabbed Minh Khôi’s, which was hard and hot on my belly. I felt around and realized Minh Khôi was sitting on my cock. The initial enveloping sensation was from the condom he’d put on me, and the super tight warmth was because my cock had slid right into his asshole.
I reached down below my cock to check, only feeling a bit at the base; a little higher up was the rim of Khôi’s hole. Of course, I was enjoying it, but I had to ask: “Fuck, what’s this, Khôi? What’s going on?”
Khôi’s breathing was ragged as he replied: “I’m… I’m done for… done for, man!”
I asked: “What now? What’s wrong?”
Minh Khôi said: “I… I feel so good… so damn good…”
Minh Khôi was sitting on my cock; he wasn’t bouncing, but I could feel his asshole clenching around me rhythmically. He was getting off just from having my cock inside him. I replied: “Yeah, there really is something wrong!”
Minh Khôi explained: “Every time I jerk off, my asshole itches like crazy. The other day when I was fucking a girl, my ass was itching so bad I had to finger myself while doing her. Good thing the room was dark so she didn’t see!”
I said: “Yeah, I get it. You’re not sick or anything; you’re just horny.”
Minh Khôi stroked his own cock while saying: “Fuck, listen to this but don’t tell anyone. That night we were drinking at Phong’s place, Kiên popped my ass cherry, damn it. But ever since then, whenever my cock gets hard, my asshole gets horny too.”
I pretended not to know: “Holy shit. Well, then just buy a toy to stick in there, problem solved!”
Minh Khôi replied: “I tried, but it didn’t do shit. I even tried bringing guys back—only the real thing works. Fuck, does that make me gay?”
I said: “Try bouncing on me a few times!”
Minh Khôi did, and his tight hole drove me wild with pleasure. His cock was leaking pre-cum too; I knew he was enjoying it. He moaned: “Fuck, it feels so good, I must be gay as hell!”
I replied: “You still like girls, right? At most, you’re bisexual. Though a bi bottom like you is kinda rare! Do you like sucking cock or rimming guys’ holes?”
Minh Khôi said: “Hell no, that’s gross! I just want guys’ cocks in my ass, nothing else!”
I pretended to curse: “You’re one weird fucker. First time I’ve seen a case like yours!”
Minh Khôi was clearly enjoying it, so he started rocking his hips lightly, making my cock thrust in and out of his ass. He said: “That’s why I think I’m fucked up! Damn, does this mean in the future when I’m with girls, I’ll need to find a guy to fuck my ass too? What girl would stick around for that?”
I laughed: “If you don’t like guys, just think of their cocks as tools to get you off. Why overthink it?”
I never expected that night with Phong and Kiên to leave such a big impact. From what I could guess, Khôi was obsessed with that scene. So every time he got horny, he’d remember it, and that would stimulate his ass. I wasn’t sure if I should blame Minh Phong and Bá Kiên; after all, I was benefiting from their shady plot too.
Minh Khôi seemed both into it and embarrassed; his ass kept moving subtly nonstop. I said: “If it feels good, just bounce on me. I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry.”
With my encouragement, Minh Khôi planted his feet on the mattress and used his strength to lift his ass up and down. He bit his lip to keep his moans from getting too loud since the room had no soundproofing. But with his mouth clamped shut, his breathing through his nose was louder than ever. If the lights were on, I might have seen his eyes squeezed shut, or if open, glazed over with lust.
Khôi’s asshole was so tight I had to tense up to avoid cumming; I wanted to wait for my friend to satisfy himself first. I didn’t have to wait long—after bouncing on my cock while jerking himself, I felt his entire inner walls clamp down on me. Minh Khôi started cumming, his cock aimed at my stomach as he shot. One spurt was so strong it hit my chest; another landed on my lips, startling me.
Taking advantage of his hole squeezing me, I thrust a few times to push myself over the edge, then let loose, shooting streams of cum inside Minh Khôi’s ass. He cried out: “Fuck, the cum shooting inside is so hot! First time I’ve felt that.”
I teased him with a laugh: “Oh, I thought you’d known for a while!”
Minh Khôi replied: “That night I was blackout drunk, didn’t feel a thing. The guys I bring back, I make them pull out.”
I pulled my cock out of Khôi’s ass, and he fumbled around to put his clothes on before turning the light back on. Deep down, I knew Minh Khôi didn’t have any illness or abnormality. He’d suddenly discovered he liked getting his ass played with, but in such a short time, he couldn’t accept it, so he used his “dislike” for guys as a way to reassure himself that he wasn’t “bent”—he just saw guys’ cocks as sex toys.
Today, he asked to meet me just to hear a gay guy like me confirm that he was still straight. Because his own beliefs were shaking, he needed me to make him feel like he was still a real man, confirmed by a gay person that he wasn’t gay.
But I knew full well that if he kept going like this, no one could say for sure what he’d become in the future. For now, though, I didn’t want to complicate things; better to empathize, listen, and comfort him. The rest, I’d bring up at a better time later.
After cleaning up the aftermath, Minh Khôi sat down to talk with me: “I’m planning to move in with Minh Phong and Bá Kiên. They’ve been inviting me since they found out I was living alone, saying they’d cover all my living expenses.”
I was shocked: “What? You don’t hate them? You know what you’ll have to do if you go there!”
Minh Khôi said casually: “Well, even here I’m bringing guys back. Over there, fooling around with them means I don’t have to worry about expenses. They got me into this mess; they should take responsibility, right?”
I clicked my tongue: “Fine, do what you want. If it’s not working out, let me know. If you need ‘help,’ call me too! Haha!”
Minh Khôi replied: “Fuck, I thought since you’re a bottom, your cock would be small, but damn, it’s as big as mine. Alright, let’s head down; I’ll give you a ride back and we can talk more.”
On the way back, I kept telling Minh Khôi that as long as he still liked girls, he was a normal guy, and the other stuff was just temporary fun. In the end, I saw him flash a bright smile again, hoping the days ahead would be as radiant as that smile.