After leaving the study room, I ran into Bá Kiên stumbling back from somewhere. He reeked of beer and liquor, legs wobbling like he’d had one too many. Instead of climbing to his own bunk, he crawled straight into Minh Phong’s lower bunk, the one with the privacy curtain.
The room lights were off, but I could still make out their silhouettes through the curtain—like shadow puppets. Their bunk was right by the window, so outside light filtered in, making everything inside faintly visible. It was like when people use phone flashlights under a thin blanket—whatever’s happening inside is easy to guess from outside.
But watching from the room wasn’t enough. I quietly stepped onto the balcony and peered through the window glass. Both of them were clearly out of it—one drunk, one drunk on desire.
Bá Kiên crawled in and immediately lay flat on top of Minh Phong. Phong didn’t resist or push him away—I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually liked it. Then Kiên leaned down and kissed him. Phong responded eagerly, lips locked in a deep, hungry kiss.
I knew both had their eyes closed, lost in it, so I pressed closer to the glass for a better view. Their mouths stayed fused, tongues tangling like they wanted to drink each other dry. Kiên fumbled with the buttons of his own shirt, stripping it off in a hurry. Phong’s hands roamed up Kiên’s waist, gently unbuckling his belt, then sliding his pants down to the corner of the bed.
Kiên’s white boxer briefs stood out starkly in the dark room. He reached down, tugged Phong’s thin sweatpants off. Phong lifted his hips to help. No underwear underneath—his cock sprang free, already fully hard. Not huge, but throbbing.
Phong pulled off his own shirt, exposing his soft, plump chest for Kiên to knead freely. His hand slid down to Kiên’s crotch, stroking the hard length through the boxer fabric. Their mouths never parted, like they were trying to devour each other’s saliva.
After a while, Kiên broke the kiss and moved down to suck Phong’s nipples. Phong bit his lip, trying to stay quiet. But his hand kept working, pulling Kiên’s boxers down so he could grip the hot, rigid cock directly.
Kiên sucked and licked until he was satisfied, then trailed lower—chest, stomach, navel—before taking Phong’s cock into his mouth. Since Phong’s was smaller, Kiên swallowed it easily. Maybe this was the first time Kiên treated him like this—Phong arched his back in pleasure, finally letting out a shaky, breathless moan.
After blowing him for a bit, Kiên moved to Phong’s balls, taking both into his mouth, tongue teasing. Phong threaded his fingers into Kiên’s hair—not pulling, just stroking lovingly. Suddenly, Kiên flipped Phong onto his stomach, spread his cheeks, and buried his face in Phong’s hole.
The overwhelming pleasure made Phong’s breathing stutter. He weakly pushed Kiên’s head away, half wanting it, half overwhelmed. Kiên understood but didn’t stop—he ate him out even more eagerly.
Soon Phong’s body went limp, eyes glazed with ecstasy. Kiên spat onto the hole, then slid a finger in. Phong twisted to look back, aware of what was happening but only able to grit his teeth and take it. After fingering him for a while, Kiên couldn’t hold back. He spat on his own cock, smeared it from tip to base, then slowly pushed in.
Kiên lay flat on top of Phong, only his hips and ass moving in gentle thrusts—his cock sliding in and out of the warm hole. I was surprised. So when he wasn’t drugged, Kiên was actually gentle with his partner. His arms wrapped around Phong’s chest. Tonight he didn’t bite Phong’s shoulder—just softly sucked his neck. I bet there’d be a hickey tomorrow.
Kiên’s cock wasn’t huge, so every full thrust felt satisfying for both. After a while, his hips sped up, thrusts quicker. The bunk shook with each movement. Not machine-gun fast like before, but natural. Above, he stopped sucking Phong’s neck and just breathed heavily. I could tell he was close.
Kiên braced his feet against the bunk frame, using the leverage to pound harder for the final strokes. After more than ten deep thrusts, he buried his face in Phong’s back, gasping: “Haa… haa…” His balls twitched, but surprisingly, Phong came too—probably from the friction of his cock rubbing against the sheets while Kiên thrust, combined with the pleasure from his hole.
Kiên pulled out. Phong lifted his hips slightly so the cum wouldn’t leak. He grabbed tissue to cover his hole before Kiên flipped him over and saw the wet spot on his stomach from his own orgasm. Seeing that, Kiên knew Phong had truly felt good—no drugs needed.
They cleaned up quickly. Kiên didn’t climb back to his own bunk—he stayed in Phong’s curtained bed. I’d jerked off outside, cum on the wall, but now I felt confused. Was Kiên doing this because he actually had feelings for Phong… or just drunk and looking for a quick release? If he kept acting like this, Phong would never let go of his feelings.
No matter what, I quietly wiped the wall, slipped back inside, and pretended to sleep—mind racing with questions.