I had three days off, so I took the opportunity to go back to my hometown to visit my mother and my sister Hanh. Luckily, Truong An had just paid me my first month’s salary, so I had some extra money to buy a few things to take home to celebrate my nephew’s one-month birthday.
In the morning, I went downstairs to greet Aunt Bay and then left. Nha saw me and pouted disdainfully: “I guess I’ll have to learn how to flatter the boss from you. You’ve only been working here a month and you already get three days off to go home. As for me, I’ll probably work until my bones ache and I won’t know when I’ll ever get a day off, Auntie, huh?”
In the beginning, when Aunt Bay saw Nha constantly criticizing me about this and that, she just let it slide, thinking that Nha had served Aunt Ly very hard. But for the past month, Aunt Bay had heard him mocking me every day, so she finally gave me some advice: “Well, Phuc is doing a good job, so the boss let him go. You try to work as well as him and then ask the boss to let you go, because you keep nagging him but you won’t get him to let you go anyway, son.”
Nha pouted, “He’s lucky to be helping An with his chores. But I’m not as lucky as him, Nanny! God is so unfair!”
Nanny, having just finished washing the dishes for breakfast, wiped her hands on a towel and said, “Well, it’s all because of his luck, my child. You’re suffering because you have little fortune. Try to be kind and decent, and you’ll naturally be as lucky as him.”
Nha sulked and went upstairs, “I’ve worked with you all this time, and now you’re always siding with him. I don’t want to talk to you anymore!”
She stomped her feet up the stairs, Nanny just watched and shook her head in exasperation. I said goodbye to Nanny and hurried out to find a motorbike taxi. After waiting for a while, Mr. Tai came out and took Truong An to work.
Mr. Tai stopped his motorbike in front of me, beckoned, and said, “Get on, Em.”
I replied, “I’ll take a motorbike taxi to the bus station. It’s not convenient for An to go to work. You go ahead, or you’ll be late.”
Suddenly, the back seat door swung open as if an invisible person was pulling it, followed by a loud, harsh voice: “Get in!”
Hearing Truong An’s voice, I meekly got in, not daring to delay even a moment. As the car started moving, Truong An said again, “Phuc likes things tough, not gentle. He won’t listen if you speak softly.”
I was about to say, “Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re the boss!”, but before I could, Truong An answered his phone: “Hello, I’m listening.”
“That photo shoot… Yes, I know, but you probably know my personality… Ten times the price? Sounds appealing, but do I look like I’m short of money? Yes, I’m looking for it now, we’ll start shooting next week. I’m going to the editorial office now, we’ll talk later.”
I couldn’t hear what the other person was saying, but it seemed they were trying to buy some set of photos of Trường An, and even if someone offered ten times the price, he wouldn’t be interested. Of course, his family had enough money to last ten generations; what’s the point of talking to him with money?
But I was a little puzzled. He was clearly demanding a higher price the day before, yet today someone offered ten times the price and he still refused?
I didn’t want to ask too many questions about what I overheard, so I focused on getting back home first.
After a grueling seven-hour bus ride, I finally arrived home just as the sun was setting. Mr. Đậu drove me smoothly along the newly paved road; if the wheels slipped, we’d both be thrown into the river.
I asked, “Are you having a lot of business? Every time I go back home, I see you parked at the bus station waiting for customers.”
Mr. Đậu replied, “So, where do you think I should park after dropping off a customer? Surely not in front of a guesthouse to pick up customers, you idiot?”
We laughed heartily all the way home. Even when we arrived at Sang’s house, he was so happy he ran straight to the old plot of land. That plot now had a spacious wooden house on it, built by Ngoc Nam last month.
Dau turned his motorbike in smoothly, while I kept glancing at the unfamiliar vegetable stall by Uncle Bay’s riverbank.
I grumbled, “Oh my God, why are you running so fast? My house is over there!”
Dau ignored me, just kicked down the kickstand and happily ran into the house. He didn’t hesitate to call out loudly, “Where’s my darling?”
I felt a chill run down my spine, wondering if Ngoc Nam had become Dau’s “darling”? But then a woman’s voice rang out. My mother came out with the baby in her arms, and said to Dau, “You were only a few minutes late, and the baby was crying so much, even its mother couldn’t comfort it. I told you, it’s getting used to your presence; when it grows up, it’ll cling to you and you’ll see what happens.”
Dau clicked his tongue, poking the baby in his arms, and replied, “I was right on time, but I saw Phuc get out of the car, so I waited to give him a ride.”
My mother, who had just come out of the house, saw me standing there like a statue and called out, “Just got back, son? Oh my goodness, why didn’t you call me beforehand?”
I beckoned her out to the yard and whispered, “Hey, why are you here? And who lives in the other house?” My mother fanned herself with her conical hat to cool off, and replied nonchalantly, “It’s Nam and Sang, who else would be here, son? Nam just opened a vegetable stall by Uncle Bay’s riverbank; in a few days, he’ll probably bring all sorts of things to sell, like a general store. I feel so sorry for him; he stocked up so much at first but couldn’t sell anything, then he brought some over here for your mother and sister to eat.”
After listening to my mother’s story for a while, I learned that Nam had given the land back to her. My son is gone, and the land is still registered in Hanh’s name on the title deed. But the condition is that Nam has to make Sang live in that house and work for him. Sang knew my mother wanted the land because she was always afraid that my father’s spirit would be lost without a place to rest. In the end, Sang had to give in, because Hanh didn’t really say anything.
My mother glanced over at the vegetable stall and smiled: “Those two bicker all day long. But you can tell they love each other very much.”
I was startled and panicked, not expecting my mother to have noticed the two gay men. My lips trembled as I asked, “Mom… don’t you think it’s disgusting?”
My mother patted my head and scolded me affectionately, “Disgusting, you rascal! If you think it’s disgusting, keep it to yourself, don’t say anything that will upset them, okay? They’re different from other people, but they’re both kind-hearted, and they’ve both been deeply grateful to our family.”
I clicked my tongue: “But not everyone is that good, Mom, right?”
My mother put the sack down in the yard and picked up the dry firewood, stacking it up to carry inside. She said, “I guess I’m lucky to have met so many good people. When I was pregnant with you, it was thanks to a friend of mine who gave me gold and money that we have you today.”
I thought that person was very rich, until my mother said, “That person was discovered by their family to be ‘unusual’ and was kicked out to avoid bringing shame to the family. Then they found work and saved up a little money. Then, when I was in dire straits, they generously gave me all their money. Since then, I don’t know whether they are alive or dead.”
Hearing my mother’s story, I felt a pang of sadness. I’m not sure I’ll ever find a friend as devoted as my mother’s friend.
My mother said that if she’s lucky enough to have enough money in the future, she’ll find that friend and bring him here. My sister Hanh and I should take care of him in his twilight years. “If Mom is suffering, we’ll be there for her. But if she’s childless and has no one to rely on in her old age, she’ll have no one to depend on.”
Just then, Hanh came up from the river, carrying a basin of laundry, her pants rolled up to her knees. She looked at me and smiled happily: “Little one, you’re back? So tomorrow, Uncle will be here to celebrate Triet’s one-month birthday!”
The baby’s name is Vinh Triet, taking the surname Le like his mother, and the name Hoang like my mother gave me. Le Hoang Vinh Triet, the name my mother gave her grandson, hoping he would be intelligent and wise, and also a hope for Hanh to overcome the dark circumstances of her life.
Hanh hung up the laundry and brought the basin inside. Triet heard his mother’s voice but didn’t cry. He lay quietly in Dau’s arms, his round eyes intently watching the man in front of him. My mother said Dau was also fond of the little one, coming to “cuddle” him twice a day, morning and evening, as regularly as clockwork.
My mother gathered the dry firewood behind the kitchen, and as she passed by, she instructed Dau: “Stay and have dinner with us, son. Please look after the little one for me, so that his mother and I can quickly clean up for the full moon ceremony tomorrow.”
My mother said this to get Dau to stay for dinner, because every time she called him, he was too shy and secretly went home.
After dinner, I strolled over to visit the owner of the vegetable stall. What kind of business is this? He’s so inconsiderate, he doesn’t even know where to look. If someone steals everything, I won’t know where to find them.
Just as I reached the door, a loud argument erupted from inside: “Are you really the owner of the pub? You can’t even fry an egg properly, and you want to sell it to someone?”
Another voice replied: “Go fry it yourself! Stop talking!”
The first person said again: “Get out! Quickly!”
Immediately afterwards, Ngoc Nam came out in front of the house, puffing out his cheeks and glaring as if he were angry at the person in the kitchen. Seeing me, he eagerly stepped out, not bothering with formalities, and immediately asked the main question: “Hey, have you two done it yet?”
I covered Nam’s mouth and pulled him inside, frowning and whispering, “Please, sir! Keep your voice down, my mom doesn’t even know yet!”
Nam confidently replied, “Oh, what’s the harm in saying it loudly? Aunt Hai is too old to know about this!”
I glanced at Nam, scoffing, “Are you sure? My mom just told me that you two are ‘very affectionate’!”
Nam clicked his tongue, “It’s probably Sang’s fault, he’s moaning so loudly every night…”
Before I could laugh, Sang came out of the house with a frying pan, angrily saying, “Aren’t you ashamed of saying that? People are sleeping at night and you’re just jumping on them, they only make a small sound, but you guys are yelling so loudly you could wake the whole village. You’re yelling so much you can’t even keep your mouths shut.”
My mom was right, these two are like cats and dogs. I looked at the nearly burnt fried eggs in the pan and was bewildered. I said, “Oh my god, why are the eggs so black?”
Sang frowned, “That’s good enough for me. If it were someone else, it’d turn into a lump of charcoal. Mom offered to cook for us, but we wouldn’t. So stubborn and clever. We burn the pot when braising fish, and turn the fried eggs into charcoal.”
Nam immediately retorted, “Why don’t you mention how well people boil vegetables?”
Sang put his hands on his hips, “If boiling vegetables is impossible, then we might as well go crocodile fishing!”
It was a case of six of one and half a dozen of the other; although Sang criticized Nam’s cooking, no matter how bad it was, he would willingly eat it all. Nam wasn’t the same as before; the dignified, serious, gloomy, and melancholic demeanor he’d had was gone. Next to Sang, he was always cheerful, playful, and mischievous, just like a child.
The next morning, as soon as the rooster crowed, Mrs. Tam hurriedly packed her things and went to Mr. Tô’s house. I knocked on the door. Mrs. Tam loved my mother like her own child, and of course, she treated Triet like her own grandson. I thought not many people would come, but there were two tables full of food. My family, Mrs. Tam and her son, Uncle Bay Ro, and four or five kids from the house. Most unexpectedly, Uncle and Aunt Six, and Binh’s parents were also there.
Mrs. Tam laughed and said, “Triet is so lucky! His one-month celebration coincided with Uncle and Aunt Six’s return from their boat trip.”
Uncle Six laughed, “It’s been a while since we’ve been back, and the kids have all grown so much. Phuc hasn’t been in Saigon for long, but he’s already so handsome! Aunt Hai, you should get him married soon! And I heard you went with Binh, why didn’t you invite him back?”
Hearing that name, I suddenly paused for a moment. I guess An told Uncle and Aunt about my trip to Saigon with Binh, but she didn’t mention the difficult period and the time I had to think about it.
Seeing my awkwardness, Sang spoke up for me: “I called Binh back, but he said he’s very busy. He’s doing so well in business these days, maybe in a year or two he’ll build a multi-story house for you and your wife to enjoy, it’s not just for fun.”
I nudged Sang and whispered, “You’re still talking to him, how do you know so much?”
Sang shook his head and pointed to Ngoc Nam.
That’s right, Ngoc Nam is here, but his territory is in Saigon. If he wants to keep an eye on someone, he can get any information he wants.
Ngoc Nam nudged me: “Do you want to play a trick on him? I can snap my fingers and his business will be ruined.”
I shook my head: “No, why would I do that, brother? If I want to play a trick, I’ll play it myself. Using you to play it wouldn’t be honorable anymore.”
I had thought Binh was being manipulated by Ut Hoai, but from Ngoc Nam’s account, I realized he was the one who was using Ut Hoai. When Ut Hoai was no longer useful, he completely cast her aside and hooked up with a wealthy man several decades older than himself.
In the morning, he worked as a henchman for the man, doing business here and there. In the evening, he was his lover, serving him from Z to A. And the man wasn’t heartless; he took pity on the simple, honest country boy, guiding him step by step so he could build his own empire.
That’s Binh, his smooth talk is unmatched. If he wants to win someone over, they’ll fall madly in love with him.
While we were chatting and eating inside, we heard the sound of a motorbike stopping and starting up outside. Ngoc Nam ran out, thinking someone had stopped to buy vegetables from the guy downstairs.
A little later, he ran back, shouting, “Phuc, someone’s looking for you!”
I didn’t think anyone would be looking for me, because Nhi and Lui certainly wouldn’t be so formal. I hurried out and saw a tall, handsome young man with fair skin, wearing a fedora hat and dress shoes. Beside him was a brand-new Honda 67, making him look like a spoiled Saigon rich kid who had wandered into a remote, impoverished countryside.
I asked, “Are you looking for me? It seems… I don’t know you.”
The young man took off his hat, calmly looked at me, and smiled, saying, “It’s only been almost two years, and you’ve already forgotten me?”
I looked around, but couldn’t find anyone I knew who he was. Just then, my mother came out to get a plate of fruit from the altar after the offerings, and looking out at the street, she suddenly exclaimed, “Oh… Thinh Van, is that you? My goodness! You’ve been gone so long, I almost didn’t recognize you!”
Thinh Van smiled, bowed low, and greeted my mother, “Yes, Auntie, I just arrived!”
My mother said cheerfully, “Come inside and sit down, son, you’ll get sunburned standing there!”
Thinh Van nodded, then looked at me and asked, “Do you remember now?”
I smiled shyly, “You’re so handsome I almost didn’t recognize you.”
I led Thinh Van upstairs to introduce him to everyone. All the relatives and uncles stared at him intently because of his exceptionally bright appearance. Uncle Six immediately made him sit at the table next to him, poured a glass of wine, and asked a few questions: “Do you have a girlfriend yet, son? Looking at you like this, I bet girls are lining up to be head over heels for you!”
Thinh Van accepted the glass of wine and cleverly replied, “I haven’t thought about that yet, because I still have more than two years of school to finish.”
Uncle Six said again, “Then get married, son, and then go back to school, what’s the problem?”
Aunt Six patted Uncle Six on the shoulder, “Oh, come on, man. That boy is handsome, with a model-like physique. He can stay single for another ten years and still have suitors. There’s no need to worry about him being left single.”
Ngoc Nam nudged me and whispered, “It’s because there aren’t any girls named Phuc, but if there were, after ten more years of studying, they’d get married in a heartbeat.”
I punched Nam, “Don’t tease me!”
Uncle Bay also showed interest, “So what are you studying over there, son? What will you do later?”
Thinh Van replied, “I’m studying Business Administration. I’ll inherit the family business later.”
Ngoc Nam nudged me again, saying, “Well, I don’t know if he’s got a big… well, he’s rich and handsome. Truong An’s rival has appeared.”
I punched Nam again, “I beg you! You’re acting like those two guys are crazy about me!”
Sang, who had been eavesdropping, chimed in, “Of course they’re crazy! Look at his eyes, they never leave your face!”
Normally they bicker all day, but when they tease me, they cooperate perfectly. On the other side, Thinh Van had already downed two or three glasses of wine. Seeing the boy’s face turning pale with drunkenness, Mrs. Tam jumped in to stop him: “Let the boy have a drink, Six. If you let him drink this kind of liquor like that, he’ll be ruined.” “Oh, you’re always so stubborn.”
Thanks to Aunt Tam, Thinh Van was finally able to swallow his food. He hadn’t eaten much when a glass of wine was brought to his side. Seeing this, I jumped in and challenged him: “Uncle Six, I heard that you used to drink alone and beat five guys, right? How about you beat five of us today, let’s see if you’re still as good as before?”
Uncle Six slammed the table: “This guy is something! He has eyes but doesn’t know Mount Tai. Alright, I’ll beat five of you.” “Drinking is not for crying ‘Mom, save me!’, you idiot!”
I drank that glass of wine for Thinh Van. For the next three glasses, I dragged Dau, Sang, and Ngoc Nam down with me. I sat around chatting for a while, finishing five glasses, while Uncle Six himself had nearly thirty. Yet he was perfectly sober, while I was about to collapse.
Of the four, Thinh Van was the weakest, which is understandable since he hardly ever drank alcohol. Sang and Dau were also tipsy, only Ngoc Nam was completely sober. He might not be a good cook, but as the owner of a drinking establishment, he definitely had to know how to drink.
Another glass, and Thinh Van collapsed on the table. Aunt Six, after cleaning up the backyard with my mother and Grandma Tam, came out here and grumbled at Uncle Six: “Come on, old man, let the kids rest.”
Uncle Six poured the last remaining sip of wine and gulped it down without hesitation. He said: “One of you five is down now. Next time we drink, I’ll take you all down!” “Now that the alcohol is gone, we’re all doomed!”
Auntie Six hoisted Uncle Six onto her shoulder, guiding him step by step back home, and added, “He’s old, but he’s still very energetic!” “Luckily the alcohol ran out, otherwise they would have been finished and I would have been visited by my ancestors.”
As soon as Uncle Six left, I collapsed. I only managed to see Sang helping Dau onto the wooden bench in front of the house before I drifted off to sleep, completely unaware of the time.
I don’t know how long it was, but I woke up to the sound of frogs croaking loudly by the wall next to the house. The room was pitch black because the lights weren’t on. I tried to move my arms and legs, but they felt strangely heavy, just like people say when you’re experiencing sleep paralysis.
I’d heard Uncle Seven and Aunt Eight say that struggling during sleep paralysis wouldn’t do any good, so I didn’t try. However, this shadow was strange; I clearly felt a piece of wood draped across my body, pressing down on my now erect lower body.
I breathed steadily, muttering incantations. After about five or ten minutes, I felt my arms and legs gradually regain strength. I gently pushed away the “piece of wood” pressing down on my lower body, but suddenly discovered that the wood was burning hot. I fumbled around in the darkness for a while, confirming there was no log but a human leg.
I searched for my phone, but when I found it, it wouldn’t turn on because the battery had died ages ago. Besides the leg, there was an arm draped across my chest. I could only speculate about who it was.
Of course, it wasn’t my mother or my older sister, because there was no reason for them to be sleeping here. Sang and Nam were still awake when I passed out, so it could only be Dau or…
It could only be Thinh Van, because Dau had slept outside on the horse stable after Uncle Six left. But I had another thing that puzzled me: I was fully clothed when I was drinking that afternoon, but now I was lying here naked. And Thinh Van, when he arrived, was dressed like he was going to a show, so why was he wearing shorts now?
But it’s better not to know than to know now; knowing it would only make me harder to get aroused. Thinh Van lay facing me, his hot breaths caressing my ear, making me want to… No way. My hand unconsciously touched Sheng Wen’s knee, gently, slowly moving up towards his thigh.
I suddenly pulled my hand back; I knew this was wrong. But my heart was screaming incessantly. Perhaps, self-gratification was the best option right now. I gently lifted Sheng Wen’s leg, intending to pull him outside to the backyard to release my pent-up lust into the cold pond.
But as soon as my hands touched his thigh, Sheng Wen spoke: “Are you awake, Fu?”
If I had a brick, I would have hit myself on the head to knock myself unconscious. It was like I was caught red-handed molesting him!
I stammered, “Uh… uh… When did you wake up, Wen?”
Sheng Wen said, “It’s been a while.”
I wished I could instantly lose my memory after hearing that. He must have known everything I did earlier.
I was too embarrassed to say anything: “Ah…” “Um… So… why… why didn’t Van… why didn’t he…”
Thinh Van continued, “Why didn’t you take your leg down? Sorry, Phuc, I didn’t mean to, it’s just my habit of sleeping hugging a teddy bear.”
Ah, so Thinh Van knew that I couldn’t get it down all this time…
Seeing my silence, Thinh Van continued, “I was going to take your leg down earlier, but Phuc woke up at that moment. I was afraid Phuc would misunderstand, so… I left it like that for Phuc to handle himself.”
I also took the opportunity to explain, “Ah, Phuc just wanted to get Van’s leg down earlier, not…”
Suddenly, Thinh Van grabbed my hand and placed it on his groin. That place was just as hard as mine.
Reason told me to pull my hand back, but my heart urged me to squeeze it a few times to get it over with. Thinh Van whispered, “Consider this compensation for Phuc.”
I pulled my hand back, feeling embarrassed. He replied, “It’s nothing, let’s call it even, okay?”
Thinh Van half-jokingly replied, “Yeah, even is fine, but if Phuc feels like he’s been wronged, he can touch me again.”
Luckily, there was no light at that moment, otherwise Thinh Van wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference between the gac fruit and my face. I changed the subject: “So, Van, what brings you here to see Phuc today?”
Thinh Van replied, “Because I rarely get the chance to come back, I wanted to invite Phuc out. But anyway, this is even better than going out.”
I teased, “You like getting drunk and sleeping on the table, huh?”
Thinh Van replied, “No. I like lying next to Phuc.”
I couldn’t say anything more. Things had probably gone a bit too far than I imagined.
After a moment of silence, Thinh Van asked again, “Phuc, do you have a girlfriend yet? I heard that Phuc went to Saigon, and he’s fairer and more handsome than before, so many people are smitten with him.”
I chuckled faintly, “Who spread such malicious rumors? Phúc is still the same, everything is the same as before.”
Thịnh Văn suddenly propped himself up, tilting his head to one side, and excitedly said, “So, Phúc doesn’t have a girlfriend yet, right? Then… if… if Văn wanted to hug Phúc for a while… would Phúc be scared?”
It turned out that Thịnh Văn wasn’t sure whether I liked boys or girls; this question was probably the biggest risk he’d taken in his twenty-odd years. I gently replied, “Phúc isn’t scared.”
As soon as I finished speaking, Thịnh Văn wrapped his arms and legs around me, pulling me tightly against him. I could even feel the bulge at Thịnh Văn’s crotch growing larger. I teased, “It’s a little bumpy!”
Thịnh Văn smiled shyly, “Sorry, Phúc, this is a natural reflex, Văn can’t control it.”
Thịnh Văn pulled me closer, letting me press my face against his chest, to hear the unnamed emotion resonating with each beat. Thịnh Văn hugged and stroked my back, and after a while, his hand moved down to my two firm, plump breasts.
Thịnh Văn placed his hand on my buttocks, wanting to squeeze them but not yet, whispering, “Phúc… give it to Văn… give it to Văn…”
Without waiting for Thịnh Văn’s permission, I reached down and grabbed his crotch. Thịnh Văn understood that as a “green light” signal, and his hand immediately aggressively squeezed my buttocks with extreme force.
Perhaps not satisfied enough, Thịnh Văn immediately pulled down my pants. I didn’t want to be outdone, so I pulled down his pants to fondle them to my heart’s content. Thịnh Văn’s penis wasn’t small, probably about the same size as mine. The shaft didn’t have many veins, so he probably didn’t masturbate much on a daily basis.
When Thịnh Văn grasped my penis, the tip started to drip. Thịnh Văn leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Can Văn suck it?”
I mumbled something, and Thịnh Văn immediately moved down and took my penis into his mouth. His technique wasn’t great; his teeth kept scraping against the shaft of my penis. I suddenly asked, “Don’t tell me this is the first time you’ve done this, Wen?”
Sheng Wen nodded and replied, “Everything I’ve done so far… is a first time for me.”
I wasn’t criticizing Sheng Wen’s technique, I just felt guilty for taking away so many of his “firsts.” But since it was already done, I might as well take Sheng Wen’s first time having someone else perform oral sex on him.
I signaled Sheng Wen to switch places. As soon as he lay down, I leaned down and started sucking his penis. Sheng Wen arched his back and let out a soft moan. I asked, “Does it tickle?”
Sheng Wen softly murmured “um.” I stopped sucking on the head of his penis and started licking from the base upwards. After a few strokes, I gently sucked on his testicles, then moved my tongue to lick the sides of his groin. Sheng Wen held onto my shoulders, gently squeezing each time I licked, making him tremble.
For about five minutes, I used my hand to masturbate Thinh Van. When I put my mouth on his dick again, Thinh Van couldn’t hold back and ejaculated profusely into my mouth. As he ejaculated, he whispered, “Sorry… Sorry… Um… Sorry…”
I swallowed the semen and replied, “It’s normal to ejaculate, what’s wrong with that?”
Thinh Van said, “You swallowed it all, Phuc? Then Van wants to drink some of Phuc’s too.”
Thinh Van knew he wasn’t good at oral sex, so he licked my nipples while using his hand to masturbate me. I didn’t complain about this because Thinh Van’s hand technique was better than I expected. After a while, Thinh Van was masturbating me while smearing saliva on his finger and rubbing it against my anus repeatedly. I was so aroused that I arched my back, and Thinh Van became even more aggressive.
I didn’t want Thinh Van to drink my semen, so I didn’t tell him when I was about to ejaculate. But my asshole was different; the moment the semen was about to ejaculate from the tip of his penis, my asshole twitched uncontrollably.
Thinh Van only missed the first spurt; he swallowed every drop of the subsequent spurts.
I panicked, sat up, and covered Thinh Van’s face with my hands, shouting, “Spit it out! Spit it out quickly!”
Thinh Van covered his mouth and swallowed, but the taste of the semen was probably unpleasant, causing him to gag slightly and cough violently. I clicked my tongue, “I told you to spit it out!”
Thinh Van leaned close to my face and said, “Who knows when I’ll have another chance to drink it?”
Thinh Van pulled me down onto his arm and whispered, “I have to fly out again tomorrow. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to visit home again. Chu”Tonight, I will definitely take responsibility. Just wait a few more years, I promise I will take care of everything for you.”
I softly replied, “No need. It’s not that I don’t have faith in you, but there are many things in life that are hard to predict. What if, in those two or three years, either you or I meet and fall deeply in love with someone else? I don’t want to become a burden to your love life. And if that really happens, then one of us will definitely miss out.”
Thinh Van was silent for a long time, then gently replied, “You’re right. You may not know it, but I’ve liked you for a very long time, probably since you rescued me from the riverbank. Of course, I want you to be my girlfriend, but I want you to find someone who is truly compatible with me. So… can you promise me? If after two years you still haven’t fallen in love with anyone, please give me a chance to be your girlfriend.” “Okay, Phuc?”
I nodded slightly, replying, “But Van also has to promise Phuc something.”
Thinh Van took my hand and placed it on his cheek, asking, “What?”
I pinched Thinh Van’s cheek, saying, “If Van meets someone worthy of him, he mustn’t let this promise cause him to miss out on them.”
Thinh Van pulled me closer, kissed my forehead softly, and replied, “Thank you, Phuc! Van remembers!”
Thinh Van hugged me again and we drifted off to sleep. The next morning, he wanted me to “milk” him one more time before he left.
Knowing I was about to return to Saigon, Thinh Van didn’t hesitate to invite me to ride with him in his car. Throughout the long journey, except when he was sleeping, he kept looking at me and smiling, secretly holding my hand when his parents weren’t looking.
I’m not sure what will happen between us two years from now. I just hope that a good person like him will meet someone worthy. Whether it’s me or not isn’t the most important thing.