The summer months passed in a blur of eating, sleeping, and scrolling for guys. I spent more time on app B than on Facebook. I’d chatted with almost every gay guy in the dorm who used the app—some became my “good sisters,” others disappeared after failing to hook up with me a few times.
I was lying in bed watching a live stream when a senior messaged me. He was a final-year student, someone I’d talked to occasionally. After a month of chatting, I learned his name was Huy Đức, living on the 5th floor below us.
Huy Đức: “Come down to my room tonight!”
Me: “To do what?”
Huy Đức: “Anything you want. You can play with me, or just watch me play with someone else.”
I laughed and replied: “I just like watching. Not playing.”
Huy Đức: “Fine. Bring a friend if you want.”
I hummed noncommittally. This wasn’t the first time he’d invited me down. Normally I wouldn’t be interested, but the stories about that room were too wild to ignore.
They called it the “Room of Four Virtues”—not because of any moral excellence, but because four guys inside were named Huy Đức, Hoàng Đức, Minh Đức, and Mạnh Đức. And all four were “stealth tops.”
Before Công Bình moved out, he’d told me gay guys around here called it the dorm’s den of debauchery. Normal rooms held up to 12 people, but theirs only had 8—all gay.
I was stunned at first—thought it was too much of a coincidence. But later Huy Đức explained: when they were freshmen, only the original “Four Đứcs” shared the room. Over the years, as people moved out and new ones came in, they “recruited” others. By senior year, all eight were gay.
Once I asked: “Your room must be nice—everyone else is crammed with at least 10 or 11 people, some even 12. You guys have four empty bunks, so much space.”
Huy Đức teased: “If you like it, move down here!”
I changed the subject: “Doesn’t management assign more people?”
Huy Đức: “They try, but no one dares stay.”
I: “And management just lets it be?”
Huy Đức: “What can they do? We pay for all four empty beds anyway, so they pretend not to know.”
I asked: “That easy?”
Huy Đức: “They’re running a business too.”
Besides the four Đứcs, the rest included one versatile top, two versatile bottoms, and one pure bottom. I didn’t need to guess what they did every day. And I knew exactly what I’d see if I went down tonight.
Management had heard rumors the room was a “brothel,” but with no cameras inside, they couldn’t prove anything.
At just 8 p.m., right after dinner, Huy Đức was already spamming: “Coming down or what?”
Me: “It’s still early. Everyone in a rush?”
Huy Đức: “Gotta start early—another round at midnight so we can sleep!”
I thought: Damn, it really is a brothel. All of them in perpetual heat.
But thinking was one thing—my feet were already moving. Down two flights of stairs, the room appeared, door tightly shut. The second I approached, Huy Đức opened it and pulled me inside.
The moment I stepped in, a thick lavender scent hit me. Four essential oil diffusers were running on the top bunks. But no matter how much they tried to mask it, the faint smell of cum lingered in the air.
Understandable—the room was in the inner block, no balcony, always sealed shut. With eight horny guys cumming at least once a day, no diffuser could fully kill the smell.
I climbed onto an empty bunk and sat quietly. Next to me, a guy was sleeping. Handsome face, healthy tan, flat stomach. Shirtless, showing firm pecs with pink nipples. Below, only thin soccer shorts—his cock pitched a massive tent.
I tried not to stare, but my eyes kept drifting to that huge peak. I forced myself to look elsewhere. On the top bunk near the bathroom, another guy—bookish, slim face, sparkling eyes behind glasses—sat focused on his laptop, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants.
From inside the closed bathroom came the sound of running water. Huy Đức walked around tidying up, wearing only white boxers, his hard cock bulging obviously. Whether intentional or not, he kept passing in front of me, hand occasionally stroking himself through the fabric.
Seeing me glance at the sleeping guy’s tent, Huy Đức teased: “Like it? Go ahead and touch.”
I shook my head: “Nah, I don’t dare.”
The glasses guy spoke up: “You’re Hưng, right? Cute as expected. Huy Đức keeps talking about you. Careful—he’ll try to seduce you. He’s the dorm’s fucking machine.”
Huy Đức cursed: “Fuck you, Minh Đức! You scare every new guy away!”
Minh Đức: “If I don’t say it, he’ll find out anyway. Look at your cock—always hard. 24/7 boner.”
I giggled at Minh Đức’s comment. Huy Đức sat next to me, fake-pouting: “See? I’m always bullied here. So hurt!”
I said: “Why complain to me? What can I do?”
Huy Đức grinned: “Tell you so you can comfort me!”
As he spoke, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his bulge, squeezing so my fingers wrapped around his shaft through the boxers. I could feel the hot, long hardness clearly. He moved my hand up and down, making the head poke out over the waistband.
Minh Đức said: “Fuck, only good at seducing newbies. Careful, Hưng—he’ll trick you!” Then he shouted toward the bathroom: “You bathing for three years or what, Hoàng Đức?”
From inside: “Wait! Shaving my pubes! If it’s not smooth, my baby will complain when he sucks me later!”
I was stunned—how could someone yell that so casually? Only in this room. I asked Huy Đức: “You guys talk that loud—aren’t you afraid the neighboring rooms will hear?”
Huy Đức pointed at the door. I hadn’t noticed earlier—this room didn’t have a sliding door like the others. It had soundproof glass. Minh Đức added: “Even if Huy Đức fucks you until you scream yourself hoarse, no one outside will hear to save you! Stay away from him!”
I laughed. Huy Đức looked annoyed, but his hand still guided mine up and down his cock, occasionally twitching so more pre-cum leaked out.
Then the bathroom latch clicked. Hoàng Đức stepped out with a towel over his shoulders—otherwise completely naked. Freshly shaved cock smooth and hard, pointing forward. Seeing me, he quickly covered himself: “Shit, forgot! We have a guest today!”
Minh Đức smirked: “Forgot? Every time a ‘guest’ comes, you ‘forget.’ Such a coincidence.”
I knew Hoàng Đức did it on purpose—showing off his smooth 15cm straight cock. Minh Đức called him out. Not super long, but thick from base to tip—really beautiful.
Minh Đức grabbed clothes and went into the bathroom. Hoàng Đức casually stayed naked and sat next to me. I was sandwiched between two hard cocks eager to “eat” me—felt a little pressured. Hoàng Đức asked Huy Đức: “New little peach for you? When Trọng Dĩ comes back, he’ll cry!”
Huy Đức: “Cry what? He’s a vers top—sandwich him in the middle and done!”
Trọng Dĩ must be Huy Đức’s regular fuckbuddy. “Sandwich” meant Huy Đức fucking Trọng Dĩ while Trọng Dĩ fucked me.
I quickly said: “I’m just here to watch. Not joining!”
Hoàng Đức: “Too bad for you. Room full of small dicks—nothing worth watching.”
Minh Đức shouted from the bathroom: “Only yours is small!”
Hoàng Đức covered his face, fake-sad: “Yeah, I know I’m small.”
I felt bad—he sounded genuinely hurt—so I comforted: “Yours isn’t small. Fits perfectly in hand and mouth!”
Hoàng Đức dropped his hand: “Then you’ll have to test it to know.”
Before I could react, he grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his bare cock. My right hand was still on Huy Đức, left now fully gripping Hoàng Đức. And yeah—it fit perfectly in my hand, rock-hard. I’d come to watch a show—how did it turn into this? But I didn’t want to stop.
Truth was, I couldn’t refuse even if I wanted to. I’d been hard since seeing the sleeping guy’s tent earlier—just my briefs kept it hidden. Hoàng Đức asked: “Well? Good fit?”
I answered: “Yeah… perfect.”
Hoàng Đức: “Then test the mouth next?”
Huy Đức yelled: “Hey! Don’t hog him! I haven’t even touched yet—you’re always stealing! He doesn’t like that—he’ll leave!”
By now Huy Đức had pulled his waistband down to his balls, letting me grip his bare cock. Two hands, two cocks. My heart raced with a strange thrill. Hoàng Đức reached over, squeezed my bulge through my pants: “His is bigger than mine!”
Huy Đức cursed: “Fuck! I haven’t even gotten to his yet, and you’re already ahead? You asshole!”
Suddenly a knock at the door. I startled. Hoàng Đức called: “Put your pants on and get the door!”
Instead of opening immediately, Huy Đức went to Minh Đức’s laptop, checked something, then said: “Gia Lâm’s back!”
I asked Hoàng Đức: “How does he know who’s outside?”
Hoàng Đức: “There’s a camera at the door.”
So that’s why management couldn’t catch them. The second I arrived, Huy Đức had opened the door and pulled me in before I even knocked.