Gia Lâm looked like he’d just come back from work—white dress shirt and slacks, not too formal, more like a cute “office bottom.” As soon as he stepped in, he asked: “Heard we’ve got a guest tonight? Oh—this is him? Cute little thing. Still a virgin, baby?”
I couldn’t believe how blunt he was. But in this room—where people flash their cocks at first meetings—questions like this suddenly didn’t seem that outrageous.
I nodded shyly, pretending to be “still pure.” The second I did, Hoàng Đức’s cock in my hand turned rock-hard, like it was about to burst. He licked his lips: “Fuck… that’s hot.”
Gia Lâm kicked off his shoes, placed them on the rack, then stripped off his shirt and slacks, tossing them to Huy Đức. Huy Đức immediately pressed the crotch of the pants to his face and inhaled deeply—like it was routine. Gia Lâm’s body was fair and slim, ass round but not too big. The most mesmerizing part was his tiny waist—when he put both hands on it, his middle fingers could almost touch in the back.
Gia Lâm asked: “My baby still asleep?”
Huy Đức: “Besides you, who dares wake Mạnh Đức?”
Gia Lâm walked over to Mạnh Đức’s bunk, didn’t say a word—just slipped his hand up the leg of Mạnh Đức’s shorts. A second later, he fished out Mạnh Đức’s cock—the tent now fully exposed. Slightly longer than Hoàng Đức’s, covered in thick veins!
Gia Lâm took it into his mouth, sucking while saliva glistened along every vein, making it look even more imposing. The shorts were loose enough for him to reach in and fondle Mạnh Đức’s balls. He sucked faster, one hand reaching up to pinch Mạnh Đức’s nipples.
Huy Đức came back and sat beside me so I could keep stroking him. I asked curiously: “When’s Mạnh Đức gonna wake up?”
Hoàng Đức: “Soon, baby!”
A little while later, Mạnh Đức suddenly jolted awake—like he’d been shocked. Eyes still closed, he moaned: “Ah… so good… so fucking good! Ah… ah…”
The moment his eyes opened was also the moment his cock pulsed and shot straight into Gia Lâm’s mouth. Apparently Gia Lâm woke him like this every day—Mạnh Đức didn’t look surprised at all. After he finished, Gia Lâm licked him completely clean. Then Mạnh Đức pulled Gia Lâm onto the bed, laid him on top, and wrapped both arms around him tightly.
Mạnh Đức sat up and scanned the room. When he saw me, he shyly pulled his waistband down to cover his still-hard cock. I nodded in greeting. At that moment, Minh Đức finished showering, stepped out with a towel around his waist. Flat, defined stomach, broad chest for a slim build. Without glasses, he really was the room’s top-tier face.
Minh Đức glanced at me—sandwiched between Huy Đức and Hoàng Đức, one leg behind me, one on my lap, both my hands busy stroking their hard cocks. He just shook his head, ignored us, and turned to Gia Lâm and Mạnh Đức: “Shower quick. Don’t fuck in there and cum all over the floor again. Last time someone slipped on someone’s load and almost cracked their skull.”
Mạnh Đức carried Gia Lâm into the bathroom. Mạnh Đức was tall and big—Gia Lâm looked even smaller in his arms. I thought: If Hoàng Tuấn carried me like that, it’d probably look the same. Minh Đức pulled Khả Ngôn close: “You shower later. I can wait.”
Minh Đức was the ultimate loyalist—possessive as hell. Khả Ngôn’s body was for his eyes only. Even when the room played together, there were two possibilities: one, Khả Ngôn stripped fully and they closed the curtain around their bunk; two, no curtain, but both stayed mostly clothed—Minh Đức only pulled Khả Ngôn’s pants down enough to fuck him spooning.
I’d heard the stories and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry if I ever had a boyfriend like that. But Khả Ngôn looked perfectly happy and content—no complaints at all.
Gia Lâm looked like he’d just come back from work—white dress shirt and slacks, not too formal, more like a cute “office bottom.” As soon as he stepped in, he asked: “Heard we’ve got a guest tonight? Oh—this is him? Cute little thing. Still a virgin, baby?”
I couldn’t believe how blunt he was. But in this room—where people flash their cocks at first meetings—questions like this suddenly didn’t seem that outrageous.
I nodded shyly, pretending to be “still pure.” The second I did, Hoàng Đức’s cock in my hand turned rock-hard, like it was about to burst. He licked his lips: “Fuck… that’s hot.”
Gia Lâm kicked off his shoes, placed them on the rack, then stripped off his shirt and slacks, tossing them to Huy Đức. Huy Đức immediately pressed the crotch of the pants to his face and inhaled deeply—like it was routine. Gia Lâm’s body was fair and slim, ass round but not too big. The most mesmerizing part was his tiny waist—when he put both hands on it, his middle fingers could almost touch in the back.
Gia Lâm asked: “My baby still asleep?”
Huy Đức: “Besides you, who dares wake Mạnh Đức?”
Gia Lâm walked over to Mạnh Đức’s bunk, didn’t say a word—just slipped his hand up the leg of Mạnh Đức’s shorts. A second later, he fished out Mạnh Đức’s cock—the tent now fully exposed. Slightly longer than Hoàng Đức’s, covered in thick veins!
Gia Lâm took it into his mouth, sucking while saliva glistened along every vein, making it look even more imposing. The shorts were loose enough for him to reach in and fondle Mạnh Đức’s balls. He sucked faster, one hand reaching up to pinch Mạnh Đức’s nipples.
Huy Đức came back and sat beside me so I could keep stroking him. I asked curiously: “When’s Mạnh Đức gonna wake up?”
Hoàng Đức: “Soon, baby!”
A little while later, Mạnh Đức suddenly jolted awake—like he’d been shocked. Eyes still closed, he moaned: “Ah… so good… so fucking good! Ah… ah…”
The moment his eyes opened was also the moment his cock pulsed and shot straight into Gia Lâm’s mouth. Apparently Gia Lâm woke him like this every day—Mạnh Đức didn’t look surprised at all. After he finished, Gia Lâm licked him completely clean. Then Mạnh Đức pulled Gia Lâm onto the bed, laid him on top, and wrapped both arms around him tightly.
Mạnh Đức sat up and scanned the room. When he saw me, he shyly pulled his waistband down to cover his still-hard cock. I nodded in greeting. At that moment, Minh Đức finished showering, stepped out with a towel around his waist. Flat, defined stomach, broad chest for a slim build. Without glasses, he really was the room’s top-tier face.
Minh Đức glanced at me—sandwiched between Huy Đức and Hoàng Đức, one leg behind me, one on my lap, both my hands busy stroking their hard cocks. He just shook his head, ignored us, and turned to Gia Lâm and Mạnh Đức: “Shower quick. Don’t fuck in there and cum all over the floor again. Last time someone slipped on someone’s load and almost cracked their skull.”
Mạnh Đức carried Gia Lâm into the bathroom. Mạnh Đức was tall and big—Gia Lâm looked even smaller in his arms. I thought: If Hoàng Tuấn carried me like that, it’d probably look the same. Minh Đức pulled Khả Ngôn close: “You shower later. I can wait.”
Minh Đức was the ultimate loyalist—possessive as hell. Khả Ngôn’s body was for his eyes only. Even when the room played together, there were two possibilities: one, Khả Ngôn stripped fully and they closed the curtain around their bunk; two, no curtain, but both stayed mostly clothed—Minh Đức only pulled Khả Ngôn’s pants down enough to fuck him spooning.
I’d heard the stories and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry if I ever had a boyfriend like that. But Khả Ngôn looked perfectly happy and content—no complaints at all.
Gia Lâm looked like he’d just come back from work—white dress shirt and slacks, not too formal, more like a cute “office bottom.” As soon as he stepped in, he asked: “Heard we’ve got a guest tonight? Oh—this is him? Cute little thing. Still a virgin, baby?”
I couldn’t believe how blunt he was. But in this room—where people flash their cocks at first meetings—questions like this suddenly didn’t seem that outrageous.
I nodded shyly, pretending to be “still pure.” The second I did, Hoàng Đức’s cock in my hand turned rock-hard, like it was about to burst. He licked his lips: “Fuck… that’s hot.”
Gia Lâm kicked off his shoes, placed them on the rack, then stripped off his shirt and slacks, tossing them to Huy Đức. Huy Đức immediately pressed the crotch of the pants to his face and inhaled deeply—like it was routine. Gia Lâm’s body was fair and slim, ass round but not too big. The most mesmerizing part was his tiny waist—when he put both hands on it, his middle fingers could almost touch in the back.
Gia Lâm asked: “My baby still asleep?”
Huy Đức: “Besides you, who dares wake Mạnh Đức?”
Gia Lâm walked over to Mạnh Đức’s bunk, didn’t say a word—just slipped his hand up the leg of Mạnh Đức’s shorts. A second later, he fished out Mạnh Đức’s cock—the tent now fully exposed. Slightly longer than Hoàng Đức’s, covered in thick veins!
Gia Lâm took it into his mouth, sucking while saliva glistened along every vein, making it look even more imposing. The shorts were loose enough for him to reach in and fondle Mạnh Đức’s balls. He sucked faster, one hand reaching up to pinch Mạnh Đức’s nipples.
Huy Đức came back and sat beside me so I could keep stroking him. I asked curiously: “When’s Mạnh Đức gonna wake up?”
Hoàng Đức: “Soon, baby!”
A little while later, Mạnh Đức suddenly jolted awake—like he’d been shocked. Eyes still closed, he moaned: “Ah… so good… so fucking good! Ah… ah…”
The moment his eyes opened was also the moment his cock pulsed and shot straight into Gia Lâm’s mouth. Apparently Gia Lâm woke him like this every day—Mạnh Đức didn’t look surprised at all. After he finished, Gia Lâm licked him completely clean. Then Mạnh Đức pulled Gia Lâm onto the bed, laid him on top, and wrapped both arms around him tightly.
Mạnh Đức sat up and scanned the room. When he saw me, he shyly pulled his waistband down to cover his still-hard cock. I nodded in greeting. At that moment, Minh Đức finished showering, stepped out with a towel around his waist. Flat, defined stomach, broad chest for a slim build. Without glasses, he really was the room’s top-tier face.
Minh Đức glanced at me—sandwiched between Huy Đức and Hoàng Đức, one leg behind me, one on my lap, both my hands busy stroking their hard cocks. He just shook his head, ignored us, and turned to Gia Lâm and Mạnh Đức: “Shower quick. Don’t fuck in there and cum all over the floor again. Last time someone slipped on someone’s load and almost cracked their skull.”
Mạnh Đức carried Gia Lâm into the bathroom. Mạnh Đức was tall and big—Gia Lâm looked even smaller in his arms. I thought: If Hoàng Tuấn carried me like that, it’d probably look the same. Minh Đức pulled Khả Ngôn close: “You shower later. I can wait.”
Minh Đức was the ultimate loyalist—possessive as hell. Khả Ngôn’s body was for his eyes only. Even when the room played together, there were two possibilities: one, Khả Ngôn stripped fully and they closed the curtain around their bunk; two, no curtain, but both stayed mostly clothed—Minh Đức only pulled Khả Ngôn’s pants down enough to fuck him spooning.
I’d heard the stories and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry if I ever had a boyfriend like that. But Khả Ngôn looked perfectly happy and content—no complaints at all.