The closer I got to these guys, the more my perversion and twisted curiosity grew instead of fading. Peeking through the bathroom gap wasn’t enough anymore—I wanted to capture every centimeter of their bodies, every unguarded moment when they were completely naked and free.
First thing that came to mind: hidden camera. But I’m just a broke college kid—barely scraping by on my parents’ monthly allowance. Where would I get the money? Plus, if I got caught, either I’d have to deny the camera existed, or they’d “exile” me from the room.
After thinking it over, it still felt too risky. But I couldn’t stop obsessing over a device that could record audio and video—something that, even if spotted in the bathroom, wouldn’t raise suspicion…
Got it! A phone!
I’m nosy and perverted by nature. If I left my phone in the bathroom and set it to record—obviously not with the screen on. But what if I could record with the screen completely off?
Sounds ridiculous, but it’s possible. I searched the Play Store for “record video with screen off” and got a bunch of apps with that feature. I shivered at my own discovery; my little guy downstairs was already excited.
When the app ran, the phone could record using the front or rear camera while the screen stayed pitch black. I tested it multiple times to make sure it worked smoothly—no way I wanted it to stop mid-action and leave me raging.
That same day, I went to the small shop in the alley next to the dorm and bought a wall adhesive hook and a medium-sized plastic basket. I also grabbed some shower gel and shampoo. Back in the bathroom, I stuck the hook on the wall near the door, opposite the laundry hooks.
I placed toothpaste, toothbrush, and other toiletries inside, turning it into an ordinary personal care basket. No one would suspect the extras were just props.
The next day when I showered, I brought my phone and turned on music like usual. The room was used to my routine. While I was washing, Tùng Dương shouted from outside: “Hưng, done yet? Let me borrow the bathroom—got a date!”
I turned off the music: “Wait 5 seconds, just rinsing!”
I said that, but really I was launching the app to start recording. I left the phone in the basket, front camera facing the toilet and shower area. Screen completely black—no one would notice.
I pretended to be in a rush, grabbed my laundry basket, and dashed out. Tùng Dương slipped in fast, looking desperate. I even heard him stripping frantically—clothes flying, feet stomping as he kicked off his pants. Then the sound of him pissing hard before showering.
Probably in a hurry, he didn’t notice anything. I heard him call: “Hưng, is the soap in your basket? Lend me some!”
I yelled back “Yeah,” knowing he’d completely ignored the phone. He showered quick—water splashing like he was on a timer. I hung my laundry, left the basket outside the door, and told him: “When you’re done, put the basket back for me.” He grunted in reply.
I climbed into my bunk, opened my laptop, and pretended to game. My mind was entirely on the phone. Soon, I heard Tùng Dương open the door and sprint out, hair still dripping.
The bathroom hadn’t even dried before Minh Khôi rushed in with his stuff. But a minute later he shouted: “Hưng, you forgot your phone in here!”
My heart stopped—thought the plan was busted. I tried to stay calm: “Yeah, I know—I’m mid-game. I’ll grab it in a sec.”
Everyone knew I was addicted to games, so no one paid attention. Khôi showered for about 20 minutes, then came out in long soccer shorts and shirtless. Bá Kiên jumped down from his bunk and claimed the bathroom next. Like Tùng Dương, he didn’t seem to care about the phone.
When I finished my game, Kiên was still showering. I called: “Hey, open the door—I need my phone!”
To my shock, he yelled back: “No way!” Then louder: “Anyone who hasn’t showered yet—hurry up! Let’s keep the rotation going so Hưng can’t get his phone back. Damn, I saw something on his phone, guys—come look before he hides it!”
I pretended to freak out: “Fuck! Whatever you saw, shut up! Shower fast so I can get my phone!”
Hearing me “angry,” the rest—Tùng Dương, Vũ Linh, Ngọc Lễ, Minh Phong, Quốc Bảo—grabbed their stuff and grinned wickedly. Hoàng Tuấn wasn’t there; only Duy Long spoke up for me: “You guys are weird! It’s his personal phone—give it back!”
Quốc Bảo laughed: “Look, Long’s taking Hưng’s side! Make him shower last!”
Everyone chanted: “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I cursed: “Fuck you all!”
They loved seeing me “mad” and kept teasing. I was thrilled they weren’t suspicious—perfect setup!
Quốc Bảo finished, stepped out, and clicked his tongue: “Damn, that’s intense! We know now, Hưng—no more hiding!”
They took turns guarding the bathroom door. Each one went in, came out with a sly smile. Thế Sang even teased: “Fuck, bigger than mine! Hưng likes monster cocks, huh?”
Until Duy Long went in last, grabbed the phone, and handed it to me, annoyed: “You guys are too much!”
I powered it on—only a Twitter notification. I opened it: new tweet from a guy I followed. Impressive cock pic, cute little tattoo near the groin.
Minh Phong said: “We were just messing with him. His phone’s locked anyway—we couldn’t see anything.”
Vũ Linh: “We know he’s on Twitter now!”
Ngọc Lễ: “Hey, give us your ID—I’ll follow you!”
They teased me with more jokes and laughed their heads off. I unlocked the phone and checked the recording—then turned off the app and waited for it to save. On the outside I stayed calm; inside I was erupting like a volcano. I thought: Holy shit! Eight guys total—guess I’m cumming eight times a day from now on!
That evening when I had time, I transferred the video to my laptop via USB for easier editing. I’d expected four or five sessions to capture everyone. Who knew one sentence from Kiên would make it this smooth?
Tùng Dương stripped as soon as he entered. Smooth, fair body. When his pants dropped, his round, perky ass looked like two fresh steamed buns. He had a slightly chubby build but had been hitting the gym, so he looked soft rather than sloppy. People say chubby guys have small dicks—definitely not Tùng Dương.
The moment his pants came off, his cock sprang up. Not small compared to his body. Probably needed to piss or was thinking about his girlfriend—either way, it was fully hard. He walked close to the phone, cock pointing straight at the camera: “Hưng, soap in your basket? Lend me some!”
Then he turned, pissed, and started showering. His cock stayed hard the whole time. He stroked it a few times, tilted his head back, and sighed like he’d been holding it in for days. After soaping up, he rinsed. Even when the last bubbles went down the drain, his erection didn’t fade.
He dried off, stroking his cock again casually. Then slipped on white briefs. Hard-on made him tuck upward. Dressed, he rushed out.
Tùng Dương left, Minh Khôi entered. Central boy, tanned, fit. Handsome bad-boy face; only flaw was height—barely over 5′3″. If he dreamed of 5′7″, I knew where the extra 10 cm was.
He bent slightly to drop his soccer shorts. Ass firm, cock long and thick. He glanced at the phone, then called: “Hưng, you left your phone here!”
After my reply, he ignored it. Sat on the toilet with the phone in hand. Before I could see more, my own cock was rock-hard.
Our bathroom had a tall plastic stool. He placed it in front, propped his legs up, ass on the toilet seat—like a boomerang balanced on its tip. Legs crossed, one hand on phone, the other stroking.
His toes curled; eyes closed in bliss. Not just hands and cock—every part moved. Abs flexed, thighs tensed and relaxed. Mouth open, breathing hard.
Five minutes later, veins popped, hand clamped at the base, head swollen and red. He shot thick ropes across his stomach. Done, he cleaned thoroughly. Even wrapped a clean shirt around his finger and wiped inside the cup—leaving it spotless.
Next was Quốc Bảo. I already knew his cock well—even seen him fuck. But today he just showered fast, maybe stroked a bit for fun. His “prime time” was when the room was asleep.
Thế Sang had a similar build to Tùng Dương but more toned from basketball. Usually went commando—his bulge obvious in loose shorts. Morning wood turned it into a tent; the whole room saw but no one commented—guy stuff.
Sang was tanned like Khôi but less handsome. His cock wasn’t small either. He showered quick—probably had a girlfriend and spent nights at her place, so I never saw him jerk in the dorm. But the video proved he showered carelessly—just rinsed and done.
Vũ Linh was the only straight guy close with the room’s “sisters.” Silly personality but helpful with cleaning. Tall—almost 5′11”—but skinny. Not ugly, but small dick. Usually commando, yet no bulge visible. Hard to tell if that’s good or bad.
Minh Phong, room treasurer, meticulous personality. The video revealed he was “pure and abstinent.” Showered like a pre-teen—cock soft, no touching. Just washed and left. I admired him—if I had half his restraint, I’d be enlightened by now.
Last was Ngọc Lễ. I’d seen him jerk to porn before, so nothing new. But the camera showed his cock clearly. Slim but not skinny, soft but not flabby. His dick was huge and thick—definitely bigger than mine! And that ass—round, white, plump like fresh dough. Tùng Dương’s couldn’t compare.
Thick at the base, tapering toward the head. Smooth, pale pink shaft, no prominent veins. I knew he was a pure bottom—such a waste on that cock! Lễ usually jerked at noon, so afternoon showers were just routine. But he played music like me and danced while washing—cute, innocent, yet somehow made me want him more.
Only one I didn’t secretly record: Hoàng Tuấn. No need. One word and he’d send me pics or videos himself! But we hadn’t touched in days. Suddenly, I missed him a little.