Knowing someone’s bank password isn’t as scary as them knowing my Twitter account. I follow nothing but six-pack guys with massive cocks and juicy, smooth, plump-bottomed bots—soft and bouncy like steamed buns. One of them is my ultimate Twitter idol: a profile called Night Cat.
He’s a bottom who works as a call boy, specializing in posting sex clips with his clients. Every breath, every moan he lets out drives any top wild. On his right thigh is a tattoo of a cat, and he calls himself “Cat” to everyone on the app.
In one tweet, Night Cat mentioned he’s just over 18. No wonder the price for a night with him isn’t cheap at all. That said, his body is perfection for a bottom: nicely developed chest, not six-pack abs but tight vertical lines, tiny slim waist, round and juicy ass, long smooth hairless legs.
I often brag to the whole room: “Yo, y’all know Night Cat?”
Duy Long and Ngọc Lễ ask: “Who the hell is that?”
Me: “On Twitter! I’m obsessed, dying over him!”
They curse: “Goddamn horny demon!”
I glance at Hoàng Tuấn: “You know him?”
Tuấn: “Yeah. What? Planning to book a night?”
I grin: “How’d you guess?”
Tuấn wraps his arms around me tight: “Book me instead!”
I tease: “How much per night?”
Tuấn: “Free!”
Quốc Bảo from the other bunk yells: “Fuck! You two are nasty! Scaring the newbies!”
Mentioning the newbies reminds me: “Hey, we haven’t thrown a welcome party for the new roomies yet!”
Thế Sang—whose ears perk up at the word “drink”—jumps: “Yes! Let’s do it tomorrow!”
Minh Khôi: “You hear ‘drink’ and go feral. Ask everyone when they’re free first!”
After some discussion, we settle on Saturday night—Sunday everyone’s free. Only Ngọc Duy stays quiet the whole time—probably tired from work and just wants to rest. I glance over: “Duy, free Saturday night? Join the party!”
As expected, Ngọc Duy replies: “Y’all drink. I’ll be back late that day.”
Since he moved in, Ngọc Duy has never come back before 11 p.m. He always shows up at the dorm gate at 10:59 or exactly 11:00 to make curfew, then takes a few extra minutes to walk up. Hoàng Tuấn used to be like that too, but lately he’s been back about 30 minutes earlier.
I’ve always been curious what Ngọc Duy does outside to come back so late. Even the restaurant servers in the next room get back before 10:45. Because of his hours, plenty of people whisper that he’s a call boy. The rumor spreads further and further until even the security guards give him dirty looks—though no one’s ever confirmed it.
I still remember the day Ngọc Duy moved in. He didn’t bring much; his huge suitcase was mostly filled with expensive skincare and makeup. What caught my attention most was Hoàng Tuấn’s eyes the first time he saw Ngọc Duy. It wasn’t love at first sight, nor lust over his beauty—it was wariness.
Saturday came fast. Everyone was excited. No more rich sponsor Minh Phong, but we had Hoàng Tuấn. The catch? I had to pay with my body. Tuấn declared: “One kiss in front of the whole room = 500k. No kiss, no money!”
The room erupted: “Good deal! Kiss! Kiss!”
I refused: “No way!”
Thế Sang jumped up: “What? Kiss him! We’ll cover our eyes!”
I stood firm: “No kissing! You guys are literally selling me!”
Tùng Dương: “Fuck! That’s way too good a price!”
Duy Long: “Y’all are awful! If he doesn’t want to, don’t force him! Beg him instead!”
Minh Khôi clasped his hands: “Brothers beg you! The party depends on you!”
Under pressure from the entire room, I had no choice but to let Hoàng Tuấn kiss me in front of everyone. Duy Long and Ngọc Lễ writhed on their bunks watching. When I couldn’t breathe anymore, Tuấn finally let go. Earning that 500k wasn’t easy at all!
When I pulled away, Vũ Linh said: “Keep going! 500k isn’t enough!”
Quốc Bảo added: “What’re you shy about? Do it for the bros!”
Nhật Hào and Trọng Quân cheered from the sides: “Go for it, bro! We believe in you!”
In the end, I had to tiptoe for another kiss with Hoàng Tuấn. When we separated, I was nearly exhausted. Tuấn kept his word and handed me two 500k bills. I dragged Trọng Quân downstairs to buy beer—his innocent face was even more naive than mine.
The rest split up: some bought snacks, others cleaned the room. By 8 p.m. the party started. Everyone looked like starving tigers. They ate and drank freely. My tolerance stayed pathetic—one can and I’m done.
It had been a while since we all sat together like this. Conversations had changed—no more gossiping about teachers or professors. Now everyone eagerly talked about future plans. Quốc Bảo pounded his chest: “Next year I’ll run for Student Union President—watch me!”
Duy Long: “Dream on! Third-years barely have a shot!”
Quốc Bảo grimaced, remembering the president has to be a senior: “Fine… year after next!”
Minh Khôi turned to the two freshmen: “Why didn’t you two stay with your own year? Wanted to learn from seniors?”
Trọng Quân: “No! We registered late—rooms were full. Management assigned us here!”
By then I’d moved behind Hoàng Tuấn, resting my head on his back, eyes half-closed, but I still yelled at Khôi: “Lame!!!”
Minh Khôi: “You’re drunk—shut up!”
Hoàng Tuấn: “Don’t bully my bunkmate!”
Duy Long leaned against his bunk, already tipsy: “So… are you two official yet? Looks like you’re about to get married!”
Hoàng Tuấn shook his head—he didn’t answer because we still weren’t officially dating. I wrapped my arms around him from behind, hands squeezing his full pecs. Ngọc Lễ saw and shouted: “Look at him groping Tuấn so shamelessly!”
Nhật Hào: “Important thing is Tuấn likes getting groped!”
Duy Long agreed: “Yup! He’s right!”
Tùng Dương nudged Nhật Hào: “This kid gets it—sees through everything. Come hang with me sometime, I’ll teach you some tricks to bring the boys into the game!”
Ngọc Lễ yelled: “Hey! He’s still young! Corrupt him and I’ll castrate you! I’ll teach him!”
Duy Long pushed Ngọc Lễ lightly: “What? That’s my job!”
They shoved each other, shouting: “Mine! Mine!”
Vũ Linh: “Goddamn, drunk and no shame left at all!”