My room had eleven guys, all freshmen from the new intake. Out of everyone, the one who caught my eye the most was Quốc Bảo (name changed for obvious reasons)—because, damn, he was hot. His face had a few stubborn acne scars left over from puberty, but that didn’t stop girls from going weak in the knees whenever they saw him, especially when he put on his glasses and headed out.
Hot as he was, though, his personality didn’t win him any popularity contests in the room. First, he acted like he knew everything and loved lecturing people who never asked for it. Second, he was openly homophobic—every time the topic came up, he’d sneer and mock it like it was the funniest thing in the world. Third, he had zero respect for privacy; he’d call home and talk so loud on the phone that nobody could study.
The trade-off? I’d noticed his dick was pretty impressive. Not some porn-star 18–20 cm fantasy, but a solid 16–17 cm—more than enough to make an impression.
Every morning I woke up before him. I had the top bunk; he slept on the bottom one, diagonally across from me. He’d still be out cold, but his cock was already wide awake, straining hard inside his shorts.
Unlike most guys in the room, Quốc Bảo never wore loose soccer shorts or short shorts. He always stuck to longer cargo-style shorts that came down to his knees. The fabric was stiff and structured, so even when he skipped underwear (which he often did in the room), nothing swung or bounced when he walked around.
When soft, his dick hung straight down. But morning wood? The rigid shorts wouldn’t let it stand straight up—it pushed it off to the left at about a thirty-degree angle. The leg opening was narrow, so the cloth hugged the shaft tight, outlining every inch of its length perfectly for my private viewing pleasure.
I’d lie there swallowing hard, too scared to reach down and touch. One wrong move, one creak of the bed, and if he or anyone else woke up—I’d be screwed, literally and figuratively.
All I could do was cup my own throbbing cock, slip quietly to the bathroom, and jerk off furiously while replaying the image in my head. Better to see nothing at all than just half the show. God, how I wished I could get one full, unobstructed look at it.
Freshmen got welcomed with a ton of dorm activities, but most guys in our room weren’t into that stuff—no one joined the performing arts team. Quốc Bảo, though, was different. The second he moved in, he set his sights on a spot in the student union, so he was always out “networking” with classmates and upperclassmen.
That night, I was scrolling on my phone in bed until 3 a.m. Our room was full of night owls, but I was usually the last one awake. Everyone else had finally crashed and turned their screens off. I was about to do the same when I heard the door creak open. It was Quốc Bảo, back from some freshman mixer—his bed was the only empty one.
A weird thrill shot through me, like something big was about to happen. I froze and waited.
Sure enough, I heard him slip into the bathroom and latch the door—but he didn’t turn on the light. That wasn’t normal. Just imagining what he was about to do had my dick twitching in my shorts.
I sat up as quietly as possible, careful not to let the bunk bed squeak. Once I was in position, I leaned forward and peered through the gap between the overhead water tank and the wall.
Quốc Bảo hadn’t turned on the bathroom light. Instead, he’d switched on his phone’s flashlight—and aimed it straight at his rock-hard cock. Just like I’d guessed: a good 16 cm plus, curving slightly left, probably from years of wearing pants the same way.
He had earbuds in, eyes glued to his screen. He was sexting some girl. The flashlight beam stayed locked on his dick while his left hand held the phone and his right stroked himself steadily. He arched his back, thrusting into his fist like a total slut—eyes half-closed, soft grunts escaping as little puffs of air.
I couldn’t stay still either. I fished my cock out of my loose soccer shorts and started jerking in perfect sync with him, constantly glancing over my shoulder in case anyone woke up. The bathroom was brighter than the room, so he had no idea I was watching him get off. I didn’t even like the guy most days, but when a dick that gorgeous is right there? You look.
He didn’t work out that I’d noticed, but his body was still solid—especially those defined abs. Below them sat a thick, untamed bush. His armpits and legs were just as hairy. Country boys rarely bother trimming; everything grows wild. And honestly? That raw, primal look was insanely hot.
The tension built fast. He started moaning louder—still quiet, but I could hear every desperate sound. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickled down his cheeks, and soaked into his pits. Even the hair on his legs clung wetly to his skin.
I could tell he was close. And I was right. He straightened up, propped the phone in front of him (switching to the front camera for the girl), and went to town with both hands—one pumping his shaft, the other massaging his heavy balls. He groaned like an animal in heat.
Then he stood, gripped his slick, glistening cockhead with both hands, and started thrusting his hips hard. After a few thrusts, he let go with one hand, raised his arm, and—holy shit—actually licked his own sweaty armpit. I never imagined a “straight” guy like him could get that filthy when he was horny.
He went back to stroking, gripping tighter, pumping faster. His lips moved: “I’m gonna cum, baby, I’m gonna cum…” His hips slammed forward one last time, and he exploded—thick ropes shooting out. The first two blasts hit the bathroom door with loud, wet smacks. The rest weakened, one even splattering the phone screen.
His legs shook like crazy afterward. He collapsed onto the toilet seat to catch his breath. That was my cue—I couldn’t hold back anymore and shot into a tissue I’d grabbed from the ever-ready box by my bed (I always kept one open and a spare).
A minute later I heard water running—he was cleaning up and getting ready for bed. When he finally climbed into his bunk, the hallway light leaked in just enough for me to see the outline of his cock still half-hard inside his shorts.
Hands down, one of the most unforgettable nights of my life.