Before we knew it, we were already nearing the end of the final semester of our third year. Student life—too short to cling to, too long to brush off. My school ran an accelerated program, so instead of four full years, we only studied three and a half. Once this semester wrapped up, I’d look for an internship, spend a few months working, finish my graduation thesis—and just like that, my student days would be over.
We’d lived together for nearly three years, yet somehow never once gone on a trip as a group. So this time, the whole room decided to take a trip to Vũng Tàu—close to Saigon, budget-friendly, perfect for broke students like us. Obviously, if we were going, nobody was getting left behind unless they flat-out refused.
I dropped a message in the group chat: “Weekend trip to Vũng Tàu, anyone? We’re about to graduate and we’ve never traveled together once!”
Minh Phong replied instantly: “I’m in. Anyone taking the coach, I’ll cover your ticket.”
From the bed across the room, Tùng Dương shot upright. “Damn, sweet!”
Duy Long chimed in too: “Let’s go, guys. If we don’t do it now, we’ll never get everyone together again.”
I asked the younger ones: “Hào and Quân, you in? Duy too—don’t back out.”
Hoàng Tuấn hugged me from behind and whined: “Why didn’t you ask Tuấn?”
Vũ Linh laughed. “Like anyone here doesn’t already know your answer.”
Hoàng Tuấn just grinned. Meanwhile, Thế Sang typed in the group: “Hey, I’m bringing my girlfriend along. You guys cool with that?”
Quốc Bảo finally showed up after ages: “She’s sleeping in your room, not ours. What’s there to be awkward about?”
The chat exploded with haha reactions. I wrapped things up: “So everyone’s going, yeah? That’s 14 people. Anyone know a decent guesthouse? We should book early before everything’s full.”
Duy Long replied: “I’ve got one. My friend stayed there before—pretty solid. Anyone wanting a private room, message me. Sang’s already got his own, obviously.”
Minh Phong added: “Kiên and I want a private room.”
Hoàng Tuấn texted: “Put Tuấn and Hưng in one room too, Long.”
Trọng Quân joked: “Welp, the daisy’s about to bloom into a sunflower.”
Nhật Hào snickered: “Or maybe it bloomed a long time ago and we just didn’t notice.”
I cursed: “Fuck off, just pick a room for me already.”
Before Hào could even choose, Duy Long jumped in: “The rest of you can share rooms—it’ll be more fun.”
Ngọc Lễ agreed. “Yeah, that works.”
I knew exactly what they were thinking—they just wanted to sleep in the same room as Nhật Hào. The remaining nine of them ended up splitting into two big rooms, each with two beds. I suggested: “Hào, Quân, Ngọc Lễ, Duy Long, and Ngọc Duy are smaller guys—stick them together. Vũ Linh, Tùng Dương, Quốc Bảo, and Minh Khôi take the other room.”
Minh Phong reminded everyone: “Anyone taking the coach, confirm now so I can book tickets.”
Hoàng Tuấn suddenly asked me: “Hưng, wanna ride a motorbike with Tuấn?”
I hesitated. “But what about the luggage…?”
Duy Long waved it off. “We’ll take it on the coach for you.”
Ngọc Lễ nodded. “Yeah, easy.”
I laughed. “Wow, you guys suddenly this nice? Paying me back, huh?”
What I meant was that Ngọc Lễ and Duy Long were clearly grateful I’d put Nhật Hào in their room.
At six in the morning on Saturday, Hoàng Tuấn and I were already at the parking lot. Riding a motorbike would take about three hours, so we left an hour and a half earlier to arrive around the same time as everyone else. It was a two-day, one-night trip, and everyone was buzzing with excitement.
The streets were quiet that early, the air cool and fresh—my favorite time of day. I’d been half-asleep standing there, but the moment I climbed onto the bike, I felt wide awake. Sitting behind Hoàng Tuấn, I chattered nonstop, pointing at random things along the road. He rode while patiently humoring me, smiling the whole time.
I said, “You knew I love road trips on a bike, didn’t you? That’s why you didn’t make me take the coach.”
Hoàng Tuấn replied, “Coincidentally, Tuấn likes riding around too. And having Hưng holding me like this? That’s a perk, not a sacrifice.”
Whenever the road cleared, I wrapped my arms around his waist. He reached back with one hand, gently squeezing and rubbing mine—tender as any lover.
But not long after we left the city, my ass started aching and my back stiffened up. Honestly, I’d never ridden this long before. Hoàng Tuấn noticed me fidgeting. “What’s wrong, Hưng? Back hurting?”
I hummed in response, then slid my hand to his lower back. “You okay? Your back’s stiff too.”
He chuckled. “Not just my back. Something else is pretty stiff too.”
I slipped my hand into the pocket of his jacket. The pocket was deep enough for my whole hand—and sure enough, I grabbed his crotch. He was wearing joggers, thin fabric, and I could feel how hard he was underneath.
I teased, “Morning wood that strong?”
He shot back, “Being next to Hưng does that anytime of day.”
I grinned. “Smooth talker.”
The entire ride, whenever I got the chance, my hand stayed busy in his jacket pocket, playing with his cock. At one deserted stretch of road, Hoàng Tuấn suddenly pulled over. He tugged his waistband down past his balls, letting his cock hang free, then covered it with his jacket before continuing the ride.
Now there was nothing between my hand and his hot, rock-hard cock except a thin layer of fabric. Before long, the tip started leaking, soaking the pocket. Hoàng Tuấn groaned, “Ah… fuck, that feels so good… I might blow right on the bike.”
I knew those moans were half pleasure, half teasing—and he was doing it on purpose.
After more than three hours on the road, we finally arrived at the hotel. The owner was young and friendly. Minh Phong had already checked in; when he saw us, he came down and handed me the key. “I put your stuff in the room already. Riding a bike’s more fun, huh? We knocked out on the coach and woke up here without knowing shit.”
I exchanged a look with Hoàng Tuấn and replied, “Yeah, fun—but dusty as hell. I’m gonna wash up first. Wait a bit.”
The moment we stepped into the room, Hoàng Tuấn pushed me down onto the bed. His cock had been hard for over a hundred kilometers—steel nerves would’ve snapped by now. I laughed. “Tuấn, what are you doing? Not letting me wash my face?”
He said softly, “Can you… take care of Tuấn first?”
His face didn’t need washing—but something else definitely needed “cleaning.” I postponed my shower to deal with the mess I’d been making all morning. Hoàng Tuấn stripped completely, lying naked on the bed, his cock standing straight up. I used my tongue, licking from base to tip, sucking and teasing, pinching his nipples as I went. He didn’t last long—after being wound up for hours, he came straight into my mouth.
There was a lot of it—no surprise, considering how horny he’d been.
Instead of swallowing right away, I held it in my mouth and lunged forward to kiss him, pushing the cum into his mouth. After we both swallowed some, I teased, “Tastes less strong lately. Sweeter too.”
Hoàng Tuấn beamed. “I’ve been drinking pineapple juice every day! Didn’t want Hưng swallowing something nasty.”
Laughing, I dragged him into the bathroom to wash up, shower quickly, and change. If we took too long, the others would riot downstairs.
Back at the hotel entrance, I asked, “So where to first?”
Duy Long announced the itinerary: “It’s still cool out—Mũi Nghinh Phong for photos first. Then the Upside-Down House, lunch, rest a bit. Afternoon, the lighthouse. Evening, stroll along the back beach.”
Ngọc Lễ asked, “No swimming?”
Duy Long replied, “Tomorrow morning—sunrise and a swim. Then Sheep Hill, lunch, and head back.”
Thế Sang, arm around his girlfriend, asked, “What about drinking? No booze?”
Duy Long groaned. “Let’s be healthy, man. Night drinking is fine, but if we drink too hard, who’s waking up for sunrise?”
Bá Kiên yelled, “If they don’t drink, we will! I’ll pay!”
Thế Sang slapped his shoulder. “My brother! You get me!”
We paired up to rent bikes and followed the schedule. Mũi Nghinh Phong looked like nothing more than a rocky outcrop, but it had tons of great photo spots. Sun, wind, blue sea—everything looked lively even without filters.
Thế Sang’s girlfriend, Ngọc Linh, was a year younger than us, a student at a famously expensive private university in Saigon. No wonder “sponsoring” Thế Sang was effortless for her. Despite being clearly spoiled, she was friendly—and obsessed with photos. The moment we arrived, she called out, “Babe, take some pictures for me!”
Thế Sang grimaced. “You’re gonna get mad at me again.”
She protested, “If you cut off my head again, of course I’ll be mad!”
He shot back, “You said make your legs look long! I made the person long, didn’t I?”
Quốc Bảo sighed. “This guy takes photos like that and still has a girlfriend. I frame everything perfectly and I’m single.”
Vũ Linh laughed. “Perfect? You took a pic of a senior who’s 1m70 and made her look 70cm tall.”
Honestly, it was tragic. My roommates could drink and game all day, but asking them to take photos was asking for bloodshed.
Ngọc Duy stepped up. “I’ll take them.”
Ngọc Linh posed naturally while Ngọc Duy crouched low and snapped away. “Check them out,” he said.
She gasped. “Oh my god! Duy, these are amazing! Sang, come learn from him!”
Everyone crowded around. Ngọc Duy was a real master. In the photos, Ngọc Linh looked like a muse—rosy cheeks, hair flowing in the wind against blue sea and white clouds. I nodded in admiration. I’d seen Ngọc Duy’s selfies on Twitter before, but I hadn’t realized he was just as good photographing others.
Soon, Ngọc Duy became our unpaid photographer—and our idol. Even someone average-looking like me came out noticeably cuter through his lens.
A few photos each turned into hours, and we had to herd everyone along to keep up with check-ins. Despite the packed schedule, Duy Long still clicked his tongue in regret over missing places like Green Lake, the marina, White Palace, Pig Hill…
After nonstop moving all day, we finally returned to the hotel at 10 p.m. I’d showered just a few hours earlier, but I already felt like I needed another one. While I was in the room, a message popped up in the group chat.
Thế Sang: “10:30, come to Kiên’s room for drinks!”
Hoàng Tuấn leaned against the headboard while I sprawled weakly on his stomach. “I’m exhausted. I don’t wanna drink. We’ve had zero private time all day.”
He replied, “If Hưng’s not going, Tuấn doesn’t want to either.”
I smiled and kissed him. “They might spare me ’cause I’m a lightweight, but they won’t let you off.”
Hoàng Tuấn asked innocently, “Can Tuấn fake passing out?”
That gave me an idea.
I went into the bathroom, found a hair dryer, and blasted my forehead with the hottest setting. After some persistence, my skin was burning hot—like a real fever.
Hoàng Tuấn typed in the group: “Hưng’s running a fever. You guys drink—Tuấn’s staying to take care of him.”
One minute later, Duy Long, Ngọc Lễ, Nhật Hào, Trọng Quân, Ngọc Duy, and Ngọc Linh rushed into our room. I quickly hid the hair dryer and lay back, eyes half-closed.
Duy Long rushed over, touched my forehead, and panicked. “Holy shit, you’re burning up! Did you take any medicine?”
Hoàng Tuấn replied calmly, “Probably heat exhaustion. Rode a bike, stayed out in the sun all day. I bought fever meds—he’ll take them soon.”
Ngọc Lễ nodded. “Yeah, let him rest. He needs to recover for tomorrow.”
Duy Long was the last to leave. “Tuấn, if the fever doesn’t go down, let us know.”
The moment they were gone, I sat straight up.
Okay—I felt a little guilty tricking them like that. They were genuinely worried. But honestly? I didn’t really have a choice.