The whirlwind of work swept me along without me even noticing. By the time I looked back, I had already been living in this boarding house for a full year. Around this time, my friends from the dormitory had probably all finished their contracts too. Everyone had to find a place of their own to settle down before thinking about staying on in the city. One day, Duy Long texted me, “Hey, we’ve moved into a rental place already. Wanna come live with us?”
Thinking about leaving this place, I suddenly felt a strange sense of reluctance. This boarding house had given me shelter when I was at my tightest point a year ago. Not only that, there was also an “older-brother-like” person who had always taken care of me in every possible way. The next day, I asked Hoài Nhân to meet me again at the same eatery as before, intending to tell him that I would be leaving this place.
When Hoài Nhân saw me, he smiled brightly and asked, “What’s up? Why did you suddenly ask me out to eat like this?”
I hesitated, “I… I’m about to move away.”
The smile on his lips froze for a moment, then softened into a faint smile. He took a deep breath, looked straight into my eyes, and said, “That’s good for you. Honestly, you shouldn’t have come here in the first place.”
I patted Hoài Nhân on the shoulder, “Are you kicking me out?”
He rubbed my head, putting his cheerful expression back on, and said, “Yeah. Hurry up and leave so I can relax. Go live somewhere brighter and nicer. And while you’re at it, find a good person to take care of you in my place.”
My nose suddenly stung. He was always like this—if something was good for me, he would never object. I often asked him why he always accepted losses for my sake. He would only say, “Just think of it as me owing you something. I’m just paying it back now.”
After a moment of silence, Hoài Nhân said, “So I’ve finally paid off my debt to you. But somehow, paying it all back doesn’t feel very happy.”
I said, “If you still want to keep paying it back, then come visit uncle and aunt every weekend. I can tell they’re really happy when you’re around.”
He pinched my nose and laughed, “Can you stop being so considerate all the time? If you keep being like this, who knows how many people will end up suffering because of you!”
After getting everything off our chests, we both felt much lighter. Knowing that this meal was on me, Hoài Nhân made it his mission to eat enough to bankrupt me. After eating, as usual, he took me for a long ride around the city at night. He just kept riding, on and on, as if he were afraid that the moment he slowed down and stopped, I would disappear from his life. Maybe it hurt, but that was probably the truth.
It was already late, and the streets had grown quiet. We stopped on a large bridge, silently watching the river flow slowly below, shimmering with reflected lights. He leaned against the railing, and I stood beside him, letting my thoughts drift with the water. After tonight, I would place him into my memories. Saigon isn’t exactly big, nor is it small—but once people drift apart, who knows when they’ll ever meet again.
I took a deep breath and said, “Tonight is probably the last day I get to go out with you. To thank you for always taking care of me all this time, I have a gift for you.”
Hoài Nhân smiled and asked, “What are you giving me?”
I said, “Close your eyes. Don’t peek while I take it out.”
He stood at attention, saluted like a soldier, and said, “Yes, sir!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his behavior. The truth was, I hadn’t prepared any gift at all…
I stepped closer to Hoài Nhân, rose onto my tiptoes, and brought my face close to his. Our breaths mixed together, warm and close. I hesitated, unsure whether I should do what I was about to do…
Suddenly, Hoài Nhân’s saluting arm wrapped behind my head and pulled me in. My lips pressed against his just like that. His other arm wrapped around my back, pulling my entire body tight against his. He kissed me fiercely, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. Lips touching, tongues entwined, the quiet night made this affection feel even more aching and tender.
I wasn’t made of stone—I was deeply moved by his feelings. But I couldn’t hold two people in my heart at the same time. So toward him, I felt both appreciation and gratitude. That kiss was the first kiss between him and me, but it might also be the last—the farewell kiss before we passed through each other’s lives.
He kissed me for a long time before finally letting go, then held me in his arms for a while longer. He whispered, “I really like your gift.”
I replied, “You’re only the second person I’ve ever kissed.”
He answered, “I know. Sucking other people off is easy, but kissing is different. If you didn’t treasure your kisses, you would’ve kissed me to your heart’s content that night.”
After a pause, Hoài Nhân continued, “Thank you for valuing me. For me, what we have is already complete.”
I buried my face into his chest. I owed him far too much in this relationship. After that, he took me back to the boarding house. Since he had a key to the gate, coming back late wasn’t a problem. But by that hour, my roommates were surely asleep, so I could only stay the night in his room. Hoài Nhân, of course, didn’t refuse.
Next to the guard couple’s room was another small room. This used to be where he lived. It was very small—calling it a “sleeping cubicle” would be more accurate—but it was just enough for the two of us. Since he had been coming here often on weekends, the room was kept clean. He even bought scented candles to light inside. The fragrance was pleasant, and the dim, warm glow was soothing.
We lay down next to each other, but my heart remained restless. Every time I thought about leaving this place tomorrow, neither of us could fall asleep. On the last night together, could we really just let time slip by meaninglessly like this…
With the scented candle burning, the heat in our hearts rose along with the flame—especially with Hoài Nhân holding me tightly in his arms. We were both wearing only underwear, yet even with the fan turned to its highest setting, it couldn’t cool us down. Even though it wasn’t his first time, whenever he lay next to me, Hoài Nhân’s heart would start racing uncontrollably, like a young boy tasting first love, full of excitement and anticipation.
After a while, the last pieces of fabric on both our bodies slipped off. Under the dim candlelight, Hoài Nhân examined my body carefully. He touched here, then there, his movements always gentle and cherishing. When his hand reached my cock, he suddenly exclaimed, “Only now can I see it clearly—why are you so big? Bigger than mine even!? And this veiny too! Good thing the power was out that night. Otherwise, I would’ve been too embarrassed and just pulled my pants up and gone home!”
Lying next to each other, he stroked my cock, I stroked his. We chatted about all kinds of nonsense, stopping every now and then to steal a kiss. I asked, “What is it? Don’t you get tired of kissing me?”
Hoài Nhân replied, “I have to take advantage while I can. Once you have a boyfriend, I won’t have this chance anymore.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Hoài Nhân suddenly sat up and took my hard cock into his mouth. I rolled onto my side, pulling his leg toward my head. Understanding immediately, he shifted his body and brought his aroused cock to my lips. After the kisses, every part of our bodies had become far more sensitive. I sucked him eagerly, while he buried his face between my legs, greedily invading the sensitive hole behind me.
Pleasure shot up my spine and spread throughout my body, but we both kept our lewd sounds trapped in our throats. The night was quiet, the room wasn’t soundproof, and right next door were his parents sleeping. If they heard anything, there would be no way to explain it.
We were both numb with pleasure, yet unable to moan freely, so we could only express it through force. I sucked him faster and harder, and he pushed his tongue deeper into my ass in response. The silence was broken only by the sound of two aroused people gasping for breath, desperately wanting to merge into one.
While I was still focused on pleasuring him, he suddenly hooked his leg around my head. From below, I heard his whisper, “Don’t—I’m about to come. Stop for a bit!”
Hoài Nhân pulled away and opened a locked cabinet at the head of the bed that I hadn’t noticed before. From inside, he took out a double-ended masturbation cup. I asked in confusion, “What’s that? Is my blowjob not good enough, so you need a toy?”
He replied, “Your mouth feels the best. But letting you suck my cock would be a waste—your mouth is for me to kiss.”
Hoài Nhân pulled me up to sit on him, pressing our bodies close. Our two cocks were pressed together, my legs wrapped around his thighs and locked behind his back. He applied lubricant generously to both cocks, then inside the cup. After that, he slid my cock in first, then widened the opening and pushed his cock in as well.
My cock rubbed against his while also rubbing against the tight inner walls of the cup, making me throw my head back and gasp. He pulled my head down, kissing me while moving the cup with his hand below. That way, he could kiss me, make me feel good, and pleasure himself all at once. Perfect in every way.
The intense friction below made it impossible for me to suppress my moans, but his lips sealed them inside my mouth. I went weak with pleasure, wrapping my arms around his neck to steady myself. Seeing me like that only made him more aroused. His cock was hard as stone, the tip leaking with pre-cum.
This time, I was the one begging, “Ah… can you stop? I… I feel too good… I’m… I’m really going to come…”
He pulled me back into another kiss, replying with a muffled sound trapped in his throat, but I understood it clearly, “Come… come together with me… Seeing you like this… I can’t… I can’t take it… Ah… ah… mmm…”
His hand pumped the cup rapidly. My throat let out broken, crying moans. The head of my cock tightened as I reached my peak. I clutched his body tightly, my lips never leaving his as pleasure spilled out of me. My cock jerked repeatedly beside his, and as I came, he came almost instantly as well. Hot streams of cum splashed onto his stomach, onto mine, then slipped through our pubic hair and flowed down to our balls.
Only then did we part our lips to breathe, though the cocks below were still just as hard as before. The prolonged pleasure meant that even after coming, neither of us lost the feeling. He hugged me tightly, resting his chin on my shoulder and whispering, “Thank you.”
I rubbed his back and replied, “You’ve given me so much. I’m the one who should be saying thank you.”
We held each other for a long time, not expecting the two beasts below to be so unruly. Before long, they were brimming with desire again. With no other choice, “round two” simply unfolded!
After shooting together three times, the two little ones finally spared the two grown men. He held me in his arms and drifted into sleep.
Perhaps there is no single standard for what a “proper ending” is. What happened between him and me would probably end once I left this boarding house. But I was happy with it, he was satisfied with it, and neither of us was in pain. If that’s the case, then this can be considered a perfect ending too, right?