After my successful “raid,” Hoàng Tuấn started begging for blowjobs every few days. Sometimes the whole room would head down to the cafeteria for lunch, and I’d “stay behind” to feast on his cock instead. Other times he’d come back late from his shift, nudge me awake, drag me to the balcony, and slide his dick straight into my mouth under the dim streetlights. We were basically secret fuck buddies right there in the dorm—nervous as hell about getting caught, but so fucking turned on.
Of course I knew he wanted more—like borrowing my ass to “plant his potato”—but I was scared of the pain and wasn’t ready yet. I’m horny as anyone, but back then I still wanted to save my first time for an actual boyfriend. I knew he liked me, but did he want to be my boyfriend? That was the question.
Another Wednesday afternoon rolled around. This time I didn’t forget my ID—I faked being sick and skipped class altogether. As the room was getting ready to leave, Tuấn walked in. Minh Phong didn’t forget to remind him: “Stay and look after Hưng, man. He’s sick today.”
Tuấn answered casually: “Yeah, I got him.”
The whole room froze and stared—like they couldn’t believe their ears. Vũ Linh blurted out, “Wait, is this the real Tuấn or a fake one?”
Normally Tuấn just grunted; today he spoke clearly and actually sounded concerned.
I lay on my bunk pretending to sleep, looking more miserably ill than I felt. Once everyone left, Tuấn locked the door carefully, then stripped completely naked right in front of me and climbed into bed beside me.
Just lying together had both our cocks standing at full attention. I teased, “What are you doing up here all of a sudden?”
He deadpanned, “Taking care of the patient, obviously.”
I laughed. “What kind of care involves hauling that massive weapon between your legs?”
He shot back, “It’s not a weapon—it’s a syringe. Gotta inject the medicine to make you feel better.”
That woke me right up. If his “syringe” went in, I’d be sick for real.
He lay there naked, one arm slipped under my neck as a pillow. I turned sideways, pressing my face against his broad chest. Every now and then I’d nuzzle into his armpit and inhale deeply. The mix of sweat and deodorant drove me wild.
I’ve got a bad habit: if there’s a nice cock in reach, I’ll play with it all day. So while my cheek rested on his chest, my hand was already wrapped around his hard shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip. I paused to swipe the pre-cum from his slit with my finger and spread it over the glistening head.
I propped myself up higher on one elbow, leaned in, and lightly licked his swollen nipple before sucking it hard, teasing it with my tongue. I had no idea Tuấn’s nipples were that sensitive—every time I sucked, he moaned louder than when I blew him.
In no time his cock was veined and throbbing, head flushed deep red and ready to burst. He stopped my hand and sat up. I asked, “What? Not into it?”
He grinned. “Love it. But today you’re the ‘patient.’ Let me take care of you for once.”
As he spoke, he yanked my shirt off and tossed it on the floor. Then he lay back and pulled me on top of him. His hands slid to my waistband, tugged my shorts down, but left my briefs on. Seeing them, he asked, “Wearing underwear in the room today?”
Instead of answering, I turned it back on him: “So you’ve been checking out my package a lot, huh? That’s how you know I usually go commando in here.”
He smirked. “Your goods aren’t exactly small. Go without and everyone notices.”
Fair point. Even as a bottom, I hold my own—15–16 cm, nothing to sneeze at.
I straddled him, cock straining inside my briefs. Tuấn reached in and pulled the head out over the waistband. Then we just lay there, grinding against each other through the thin fabric. In minutes I was burning up, sweat pouring, especially around my crotch.
That’s when his real plan came out. He flipped me onto my back, pressed his face to my chest, took a nipple in his mouth, and sucked. The tingling pleasure shot through me; I closed my eyes and melted. My right hand stroked his hair, left hand caressed his strong shoulders.
After a bit my nipples were red and swollen. He licked lower—belly, navel—then buried his face in my briefs. He pushed his nose hard against my balls and inhaled deeply. One breath, two… he couldn’t get enough of my cock, balls, and sweat.
Tuấn knelt between my legs, nose still glued to my crotch, hand stroking himself. He moaned, “Your body smells so fucking addictive… I’m hooked.”
Watching him jerk while sniffing like that drove me insane. I asked, “Ever sniffed anyone else in the room?”
He took another deep breath and shook his head hard.
The horniness hit peak. He mouthed my cock through the fabric, licking until it was soaked and outlined perfectly. His mouth traveled the length, rough and urgent.
Soon he peeled my briefs off and tossed them aside. Hands on my hips, he pulled me up, signaling me to get on all fours with my ass toward him.
I was nervous he’d try to fuck me, but I obeyed anyway. Once I was in position, Tuấn reached between my legs from behind, grabbed my cock, and stroked it backward. Then he knelt the same way and took me in his mouth.
I’d never been sucked in doggy before—strange and insanely hot. I moaned softly with every bob of his head.
He went slow and deliberate. I felt every flick of his tongue—wrapping the shaft, teasing the slit, lapping the head.
His hands gripped my thighs, mouth on my cock. In that position, every deep thrust meant his nose pressed against my balls and hole. He deliberately held longer to breathe me in.
I lost control. My hand reached back, grabbed his hair, pulled him deeper. Filthy words spilled out: “Feels so good, Tuấn… suck it… ah… ahh…”
Hearing me talk dirty seemed to fire him up—he sucked harder the louder I got.
After a while he let my cock slip out and moved to my hole. He spat, then licked and probed, tongue pushing like he wanted inside. I panicked and twisted: “Don’t… it’s dirty.”
He turned my ass back. “Doesn’t matter. I love it.”
The sensation of being rimmed was mind-blowing—waves of electricity everywhere. Heart racing, breathing ragged, mouth dry. My knees held but my upper body went limp; I buried my face in the pillow.
Through my legs I watched him jerk his huge cock at machine speed, the bed shaking. He groaned into my ass, eyes closed, tongue still working.
I braced one arm, jerked myself with the other. His tongue delved deeper. I trembled: “Tuấn, stop… I’m gonna cum…”
He ignored me and pressed harder. I stroked faster, head swollen. Three more pumps and I lost it: “Tuấn, I’m cumming… cumming… Ah… Ah… Feels too fucking good…”
I shot rope after rope onto the sheets, cock still rock-hard from the intensity. Tuấn pulled my legs back so I lay prone, then climbed on top. He slotted his cock between my cheeks and started thrusting. I squeezed my ass together, feeling every inch of his steel-hard shaft glide with our sweat.
He draped his full weight over me, hot breath in my ear. Soon his thrusts sped up; he nibbled my earlobe, moaning those slutty little “mmph… mmph” sounds. His hands slid under to grope my chest roughly.
After a bit he released my ear and whispered: “I want to slide my cock into your tight pink hole… fuck you deep… fill your belly with my cum…”
The dirtier he talked, the faster he humped, wet slapping sounds filling the room. Then he buried his face in my shoulder and cried out: “So horny… gonna cum, Hưng… Ah… feels too good… Ah…”
His arms crushed me tight; his cock pulsed, shooting thick, hot loads up my back and over his own stomach. Five or six heavy spurts before he stopped—enough that it trickled down my side and dripped onto the bed.
Spent, he collapsed on me, panting. Before cleaning up the battlefield, he nuzzled my hair, inhaled a few times, then sneaked a soft kiss on my cheek as he rolled off.
It was pure bliss, but skipping class this often would tank my grades. So I decided next semester I’d just register for the same schedule as Tuấn—no more faking sick needed!