It took forever to get a night when Hoàng Tuấn didn’t have work. We seized the chance to throw a full-room New Year’s Eve party with everyone present. The night was already fun, but it got even better when our “big spender” Minh Phong covered half the cost. Phong comes from a well-off family, but he lives simply and modestly. I’ve noticed he seems happiest when using money to help others—especially us.
Everyone got assigned a task. Quốc Bảo, Thế Sang, Minh Khôi, and Tùng Dương volunteered to buy snacks—I knew they’d just get whatever they liked. Vũ Linh, Ngọc Lễ, Duy Long, Hoàng Tuấn, and Bá Kiên stayed behind to clean the room. Me and Minh Phong—the most innocent-looking and the gentlest—were sent to buy beer.
Dorms obviously don’t allow beer openly, so we wore backpacks with empty snack boxes inside to make them bulge. As soon as we reached the gate, the guard lady laughed: “God, your backpacks are bigger than you two!”
We grinned and said we were bringing books and laptops for group study. But the second we stepped outside, we dashed to the alley shop, opened the boxes, and stuffed them with beer. Eleven guys in the room—Phong bought a full 24-can case. Two cans each would still leave extras. Me? One can and I’m already done.
Snacks arrived, room was spotless. We spread mats on the floor in a circle, backs against the bunks. We turned off the ceiling light—it was too bright—and used my desk lamp instead. Warm yellow glow, bright enough but cozy—perfect for drinking.
Thế Sang’s eyes lit up at the sight of beer, mouth running faster than usual: “Now, let’s introduce our golden sponsor for tonight! Treasurer Minh Phong!”
We clapped wildly. Minh Khôi added: “Let our sponsor say a few words before we start!”
Phong waved us off: “Stop it! Just drink already!”
Thế Sang started the classic drinking chant: “Brotherssss!”
All of us: “Yesssss!”
Thế Sang: “What’s deeper than the deepest abyss?”
All: “Deeper than this glass!”
“Hò dô ta nào,
Pull this glass up!”
2 3…
Dô!
2 3…
Dô!
2 3…
Drink!
Drink what?
Drink beer!
How?
All of it!
All how?
All gone!
Gone how?
Completely gone!
2 3…
Dô!
2 3…
Dô!
2 3…
Drink!”
We downed more than half a can each, laughing our asses off, shouting “Eat! Eat!” They’d bought grilled chicken, beef wrapped in betel leaves, fried fish balls, dried squid, chicken feet, melon seeds, fried oysters, peanuts, soybeans… a little of everything. It was rare for all eleven of us to sit together like this—an opportunity to catch up on studies, relationships, professors, and all the little things we usually skipped.
I barely finished one can before feeling woozy. Everyone knew my tolerance was trash, so they didn’t push me. About 30 minutes in, I started feeling hot, sleepy, and a headache creeping up. Hoàng Tuấn was next to me, so I leaned my head on his shoulder.
Quốc Bảo glanced over and grinned: “You two are looking more like a couple every day!”
I half-joked: “So what if we are?”
Duy Long chimed in: “Wait, for real? That’s adorable!”
Hoàng Tuấn just smiled quietly beside me. Meanwhile, Vũ Linh turned to Quốc Bảo: “You’re calling them out, but what about you? Heard you’re dating Hân from K41?”
Minh Khôi: “Of course! The whole dorm knows!”
I said: “What’s wrong with it? Love is normal!”
Thế Sang, already buzzed after three cans, got excited: “Love’s normal, but with Tuấn? I’m worried you won’t survive, Hưng!”
He laughed slyly. Ngọc Lễ asked curiously: “Survive what?”
Thế Sang: “Look at Tuấn’s build—bet he’s packing. One thrust and you’re done!”
The room exploded in laughter. Once the straight guys got some alcohol in, they turned into experts on girls, dicks, everything. I played along: “That big? Gotta check it out sometime!”
Hoàng Tuấn, quiet until now, replied: “Check right now if you want.”
I blushed hard—even redder than the beer already made me. Ngọc Lễ, Minh Phong, and Duy Long laughed like crazy. Tùng Dương yelled: “Hey, we’re still here, don’t forget!”
Thế Sang: “And Quốc Bảo—look at him, bet he’s small!”
Quốc Bảo puffed his chest: “Who said that?”
Tùng Dương teased: “Prove it then, Quốc Bảo!”
Bảo stood up—I thought he’d actually whip it out. But what he did was even wilder. He grabbed the front of his pants with his right hand, then used thumb and index finger of his left to pinch the fabric and stroke upward. The material clung to his shaft, outlining everything clearly. About 17 cm, already hard.
Minh Khôi stared: “Holy shit!”
Tùng Dương: “Only two cans and you’re already hard?”
Duy Long: “Goddamn, anyone got super glue? I need to blind myself!”
The room roared. Thế Sang: “And Kiên’s been quiet—what, you hard too?”
Bá Kiên, usually silent, spoke up once tipsy: “I’ve fucked so many girls I’m bored. Girls don’t even turn me on anymore—let alone a few cans of beer.”
Ngọc Lễ teased: “That intense?”
Vũ Linh: “He told me he lost his virginity in high school. Makes sense—look at that face.”
My mind flashed to the video of Kiên using the masturbation cup in the bathroom. Yeah, definitely horny. Like someone pried his mouth open, Kiên continued: “Back then I dated the school beauty queen. Didn’t know she was that wild. Almost every week she’d come over, some days three rounds. I could barely keep up, but she kept riding. Thinking about it still scares me.”
Minh Khôi: “Fuck yeah. High school girls have insane stamina. They drain you dry.”
Tùng Dương, shocked: “Damn, you lost it in high school?”
Minh Phong clicked his tongue: “Wow, never judge a book by its cover. Thought Kiên was innocent!”
Quốc Bảo: “I’m the only innocent one here!”
Vũ Linh: “Sure about that? Let me call Hân over and ask.”
Quốc Bảo stroked himself through his pants: “Fuck, you see this? Call her now and in ten months my kid will be one month old!”
Everyone laughed hysterically. Thế Sang, the booze king, everyone knew—he feared running out of beer more than running out of friends.
I was starting to feel it. Headache pounding, eyes heavy. Hoàng Tuấn asked softly: “Sleepy already?”
I nodded. “Yeah, you guys continue. I’m done. Heading up. Clean up for me later.”
Duy Long: “Go sleep. We’ll tidy up.”
I climbed into my bunk. Hoàng Tuấn followed. Duy Long yelled: “Oh shit—they’re sleeping together now!”
Tùng Dương: “Hưng’s drunk, fine—but Tuấn, get down here! Beer left!”
Thế Sang: “Can’t you see? Tuấn only sat here because of Hưng. This beer? I got it!”
I lay down, head still spinning from the noise and laughter. Hoàng Tuấn pressed his nose into my hair, inhaled, and whispered: “Headache?”
I nodded. He said: “I’ll get hangover meds.”
Tuấn recently started a new job—serving at a karaoke bar. With his looks, customers constantly hit on him. He had to drink with them almost every night. Refusing would hurt business; drinking too much would wreck his health. So he always carried hangover pills.
The others kept chatting and drinking, getting louder with each can. They didn’t notice we’d left the circle. After the meds, my headache eased, but sleepiness stayed. I drifted off without realizing.
When I woke, the room was dark and quiet—everyone asleep. But the double bunk by the balcony window was empty.
I checked my phone: 1 a.m. We started drinking at 8 p.m.; I passed out around 10. Even if they stayed up late, 12 a.m. was the max. Suddenly, something felt off. Every bunk had a wet towel—some over noses, some by pillows. Yet the floor was still messy, nothing cleaned.
The room next door seemed to have had their own party—music still thumping faintly. I carefully climbed down without noise (old habit), then crept to Hoàng Tuấn’s bunk. I shook him—no response. Weird—his tolerance wasn’t that bad. One can shouldn’t knock him out.
I looked at Thế Sang—also passed out, towel over his face. Shirtless, lying on his back in long soccer shorts. Habit made me glance at his crotch—bulging. I dared to touch. Felt the soft but thick cock through the fabric. No reaction. I squeezed lightly two-three times—still nothing. Definitely out cold from the beer.
I moved to Quốc Bảo. Shirt pulled up to his chest, stomach exposed. Shorts, no underwear—gap between waistband and belly. I felt his cock outside the fabric, then slipped my hand down from the back waistband—hit thick pubes and sleeping cock.
More suspicious. Even drunk, four-five cans shouldn’t knock everyone out like this. I shook others—no response.
Just then, the neighbor’s music stopped. I sighed—they finally went to sleep. But replacing the music was a familiar wet “slap-slap” from the bathroom.
My ears perked. I tiptoed over. Then realized—the bathroom door was locked tight. How did I miss that earlier?
I climbed onto my bunk, knelt, and peered in. What I saw made my whole body tremble.
Bá Kiên lay flat on the bathroom floor. Minh Phong was riding his cock. Both completely naked. The “slap-slap” was Phong slamming his ass down, taking Kiên balls-deep.
The neighbor’s music had masked the sounds earlier. I remembered the hidden camera footage—Kiên’s cock was average, so only full penetration would satisfy. But my worldview flipped when I saw Minh Phong wasn’t what I thought.
Usually so innocent and gentle—here in the bathroom, he was an expert. Riding without struggle or pain, only pure satisfaction on his face. The light letting me see wasn’t the bathroom bulb—it was a phone flash. They weren’t just fucking—they were filming.
Music off, I heard their panting clearly. Kiên slapped Phong’s ass loudly—no shame. Phong’s body was soft with a little belly, but his ass—white, smooth, plump—rivaled Ngọc Lễ’s. Each slap rang out sharp and filthy.
After a while, Kiên lifted Phong’s hips, creating space. Then he bent his knees, thrusting upward like a machine. Slaps quieter but faster—endless. For two full minutes he pounded without tiring, thighs flexing visibly.
Kiên panted: “Who… who’s my little slut?”
He grabbed Phong’s hair, pulled back. Phong gasped: “I am… your slut.”
Kiên swallowed hard, lips dry, body trembling: “Dirty slut! My cock feel good inside you?”
Phong: “Yes… so good…”
Kiên: “Gonna wreck your hole, slut! How many guys fucked you and you’re still this tight? Squeezing my cock so good! I’m gonna cum… gonna fill your hole!”
Phong tensed, bracing against the final thrusts. Moans echoed through the bathroom—no restraint.
Kiên shouted: “Counting to three, then I cum inside! Can’t hold it! 1… 2… 3… Ah… Ah… Cumming! Cumming! Clench tight, slut—don’t let a drop spill!”
Kiên’s cock stayed hard after pulling out. He cleaned up, slipped on his soccer shorts, and left. I quickly lay back, pretending to sleep. From the bathroom, water ran—Phong cleaning the “battlefield.”
Seeing them fuck didn’t shock me too much. Maybe Kiên’s bisexual, likes both. But the whole thing felt shady—especially with everyone else knocked out cold, not just from beer.
Next day, when Tuấn woke, I messaged: “After I fell asleep last night, anything happen?”
Tuấn: “Around 12 they all crashed. Phong gave everyone a scented towel—said it was a gift from his uncle. Helps you sleep better after drinking, reduces headaches.”
I asked: “Scented towel?”
Tuấn: “Yeah, smells like herbs. Good for sleep. After drinking it helps even more.”
I: “Before sleeping, notice anything about Kiên and Phong?”
Tuấn: “Kiên drank too much, had a headache. Before bed, Phong went out to get filtered water for him.”
I: “Anyone else drink that water?”
Tuấn: “No, everyone else was already asleep. I was sleepy too, didn’t drink. Only Kiên did.”
I stared at Phong’s empty water bottle. Did he drink it all… or pour it out?
The scented towels might have done more than help sleep. The smell could have been laced with sedative. Everyone who inhaled passed out completely—unable to get hard.
Alcohol makes people horny, but Bá Kiên couldn’t possibly get it up with just 3-4 cans. And that water bottle? Definitely not plain water. Colorless, odorless aphrodisiacs are easy to buy—especially for someone with money like Phong.
Why fuck so openly in the bathroom, moaning without fear? Overcome with lust… or did Phong know everyone was knocked out?
He just didn’t know I’d taken hangover meds—so I stayed awake.
No hard proof, but enough shady details to make me see Phong differently. Everyone has a dark side. I don’t judge him, but I told myself to be more careful.