Ever since I discovered Trọng Quân’s secret, every Friday I’d deliberately leave a pair of underwear full of cum in the bathroom for him. Every afternoon when I got home, the bathroom felt unusually clean and fresh, especially the lower half of the door, which was always scrubbed thoroughly. But on the surface, Trọng Quân treated me no differently than before—same as always.
Living in the new place didn’t seem much different, except the food options weren’t as varied as before. On the plus side, the “snacks that don’t fill you up” were more abundant than ever. Just in this dorm alone, there were countless hot guys, and more importantly, they were both good-looking and came from wealthy families—“house on the main street, dad in a high position.”
I’m only in my third year of university, but I feel like I’m in my thirties—the excitement for ambiguous relationships isn’t what it used to be. Partly because of Hoàng Tuấn, and partly because I’m studying more and more. I still lust after guys, but I know damn well that won’t help me earn a living in the next few years.
Nhật Hào is different; he’s already a hot boy, drawing attention wherever he goes. Not just guys, but girls too—they chatter endlessly about him. One day, while eating in the nearby cafeteria with Duy Long and Ngọc Lễ, we overheard the table next to us talking. There were four of them—two guys and two girls—probably in our year, judging by their style; they didn’t look like underclassmen.
One of the guys said: “Hey, you guys know Nhật Hào?”
One of the girls replied: “Nhật Hào from the Media Group? Yeah, oh my god, I’m dying over him!”
The guy continued: “He just moved into our dorm, same floor as me. Saw him pouring water the other day—damn, he’s even hotter in person than in photos!”
Another guy said: “Wish he’d top me!”
The other two chimed in: “Me too, me too!”
The girl in the group glanced around and shushed them: “Oh my god, have some shame! If someone hears, you’ll be humiliated!”
One retorted: “You say that, but don’t you want it too?”
The girl nodded vigorously.
At our table, Duy Long and Ngọc Lễ looked super pissed. Ngọc Lễ said: “Fuck those thirsty bitches! Dreaming about our room’s guy! I haven’t even gotten a taste, and they think they can?”
Duy Long shot a sharp glare over there, then said: “No way, Lễ. You and I gotta team up to protect our village boy. Better us than outsiders!”
I sat there listening without saying a word. If those two knew I’d sucked Nhật Hào’s dick until I was bored back in the day, they’d probably hog-tie me and throw me into the Saigon River.
But Nhật Hào isn’t exactly innocent either. He often tells me: “Back then, I hadn’t even finished all the guys in the old area before I had to move—such a waste. In the new place, I gotta hurry and devour them all!” Duy Long and Ngọc Lễ think their “village boy” is a deer, but little do they know he’s actually a wolf—or maybe even the hunter himself!
That evening, Nhật Hào was texting on his bed, grinning to himself. I was on my bed glancing over, a bit curious. When he saw me looking, he turned his phone screen toward me. His messages on app B were blowing up—he’s never bored. I was online too, so I messaged him: “Typical hot boy, post one pic and your inbox explodes. Pick anyone and you’ve got a tasty meal.”
Nhật Hào replied: “But the best dish is right in front of me, and no matter what I do, I can’t have it. If there’s no buffalo, just use a dog to plow, right bro?”
I said: “Playing with people and calling them dogs?”
Nhật Hào said: “Well, they are dogs—every time I do it doggy style, my favorite position!”
I glanced at Nhật Hào, and he grinned mischievously. A bit later, he messaged: “Bro, wanna go up to the rooftop tonight?”
I replied: “No. I like being human, not a dog!”
Nhật Hào said: “No, come watch me be the dog.”
I was shocked: “What? You’re bottoming for someone else?”
Nhật Hào replied: “Nah, I’m the male dog. Come on, tonight—hold the phone and film for me!”
I refused: “Message Hoàng Tuấn and ask! If he agrees, I’ll go.”
Nhật Hào laughed: “I already did—Tuấn said as long as you’re cool with it!”
I read the message and sat up straight, looking over at Nhật Hào. He showed me his phone, and sure enough, Hoàng Tuấn had said that. I couldn’t believe I’d lost this bet so easily.
At 10:30 PM, Nhật Hào climbed down from his bed and asked Duy Long: “Bro Long, lend me your key—going to a friend’s room for a bit, might be back late.”
Duy Long handed over the key, not forgetting to ask: “Where you headed?”
Nhật Hào opened the door and stepped out, saying: “Just grabbing a drink—hurry up, bro Hưng!”
I quickly grabbed my flip-flops and dashed out, dodging the sharp stares from Duy Long and Ngọc Lễ. We took the elevator to the 9th floor, to a room in the middle of the hall. Nhật Hào knocked a few times. The door opened quickly, and someone handed out a box. Nhật Hào took it and headed straight to the emergency stairwell door.
It’s called the emergency stairs, but they’re mostly used to access the rooftop. The rooftop isn’t completely empty; it’s full of all sorts of machinery I don’t recognize—better not to touch. But there’s enough open space for a full drinking setup. The area is enclosed by B40 mesh fencing, letting you see the surroundings while keeping it safe.
Nhật Hào and I approached the emergency stairwell door, which was also the shared study area for the floor. It was empty except for one guy sitting there, seemingly working on homework. When he saw us, he said: “You two heading to the rooftop? The guard uncle is fixing some machines up there—he told me to sit here and tell anyone coming up to go back down until he’s done. I was gonna go up for some fresh air earlier, but he said that, so I just stayed here.”
I tugged Nhật Hào’s arm: “Let’s go, head back!”
Nhật Hào winked at the kid: “Good job memorizing your lines! I’ll reward you later.” Then, without another word, he pulled my hand, opened the door, and we stepped out. We headed up, with one more door between the stairs and the rooftop. Outside that door, another kid was sitting.
This one was on his phone. When he saw us, he said: “The guard is fixing machines outside. He locked the door and asked me to watch it. Only people with keys can get in!”
I had no idea what was going on, but Nhật Hào was completely calm. He stepped up to the kid, lifted his pant leg, pulled out his massive dick, and put it right in front of the kid’s mouth. The kid sucked it noisily a few times, then said: “Key’s all set!”
The kid moved aside and opened the door for us. I poked Nhật Hào: “What the hell was that?”
Nhật Hào said: “Hired guards! You think I’d risk it? If someone shows up suddenly, I’d get kicked out of school!”
I asked: “Rich much? Hiring door guards? How much you pay?”
Nhật Hào replied: “One cumshot!”
I said: “Such a dirty mouth. Can’t say anything without being filthy?”
Nhật Hào answered: “Nope. My mouth’s that naughty—punish me. Stick your dick in and I’ll shut up!”
I gave up; I was speechless. Nhật Hào’s already insanely hot, and with a mouth like that, I started feeling sorry for the bottoms in this area. We went up a few steps to the rooftop, and there were already three people there. One spoke up: “Oh, Hào’s here? Hey, which hot bottom is that? Let me have first? Or at least join in!”
I clicked my tongue—suddenly I’m merchandise in someone else’s eyes. Nhật Hào replied: “Nah, bro! This is Hưng from my room—same year as you!”
The guy went “Oh,” and said: “Ah, the cute Hưng you always mention? Yeah, adorable. If he sucks dick like a pro, it’d be perfect!”
Nhật Hào shushed him, then introduced everyone to me: “This is Vĩnh Phúc, next to him is Vĩ Khang, and then Minh Tâm. Hold the camera for us later, okay? Phúc, how many in the room now?”
Vĩnh Phúc grinned: “Over 300! Hurry up—the fans are hornier than we are!”
So that’s it—not just fucking, but fucking and livestreaming.
Nhật Hào grinned too: “Nice!” Then he stripped off his shirt and pants, leaving just his underwear with his hard dick poking out the waistband. Next, he opened the box he’d picked up from the 9th floor, pulling out two dog hoods (dog head masks). Nhật Hào put on the full black one, Vĩnh Phúc the black-and-red.
There was a student desk and chair set on the rooftop. Nhật Hào and Vĩnh Phúc sat on the chairs, leaning back a bit, elbows on the desk. Vĩ Khang and Minh Tâm crawled over slowly, sniffing from their toes up to their thighs, then buried their faces in the crotches, greedily sucking the dicks. Vĩ Khang licked the balls, then dragged his tongue along Nhật Hào’s shaft and swirled it around the piss slit. No matter how hard Vĩ Khang tried, in that position, he couldn’t take the full length of Nhật Hào’s dick.
Vĩ Khang sucked Nhật Hào’s dick, the length poking deep into his throat, making him gag a few times. But Nhật Hào didn’t care—one hand grabbed Vĩ Khang’s head and slammed it down, the other tweaked a nipple. I panned the camera to Nhật Hào’s toned chest and six-pack abs—the livestream fans spammed hearts until the screen lagged. Comments scrolled endlessly: “Top’s so hot!“, “Fuck me, bro!“, “Top’s dick is amazing!“, “So horny watching!“, “Bot’s cute”…
Next to them, Vĩnh Phúc wasn’t far behind. Gym-built body, even bulkier than Nhật Hào, but tanner skin. Dick not as long as Nhật Hào’s but thick and veiny—reminded me a bit of Trọng Quân back then. Minh Tâm wasn’t doing much better, with Vĩnh Phúc grabbing his hair and thrusting, barely giving him time to breathe.
On screen, comments shifted from praising tops and bottoms to “Fuck already, bros!“, “Stick it in!“, “Doggy style, bro!“… Nhật Hào and Vĩnh Phúc quickly obliged the fans. Minh Tâm knelt on the chair, hands on the desk, ass pushed back for Vĩnh Phúc to slide in. Nhật Hào stood at the head of the desk, so Vĩ Khang lay on it, waist down dangling off. Nhật Hào had one foot on the ground, one knee on the chair, thrusting hard.
With Nhật Hào in that position, I could get the camera underneath for an upshot. His tight balls swung gently with each thrust. Nhật Hào went balls-deep every time, pulling out fully. The camera caught the glistening dick sliding in and out of the pink hole. Viewers gifted nonstop, praising the content endlessly.
But amid the ecstasy, Nhật Hào and Vĩnh Phúc didn’t dirty talk or moan normally—instead, they whimpered like dogs. Vĩ Khang and Minh Tâm bit their lips, moaning “mm… mm…“, high on pleasure but afraid of being discovered, so they stifled their lust.
No moaning, but the tops’ naughty hands couldn’t stay still. Sharp slaps on asses echoed through the night sky—even in the dim light, I could see Minh Tâm and Vĩ Khang’s asses turning red. The hornier Nhật Hào and Vĩnh Phúc got, the harder they spanked, turning the bottoms’ moans into sobs like crying.
After about 15 minutes of nonstop fucking, Nhật Hào stood with both feet on the ground, legs together. Every muscle tensed, thrusts doubling in force—he was about to cum. On the other side, Vĩnh Phúc signaled Vĩ Khang and Minh Tâm to kneel on the ground. I backed up for a wide shot.
Nhật Hào and Vĩnh Phúc pulled out and jerked fast. Vĩ Khang and Minh Tâm waited with mouths open. Viewers commented: “Cum, bro…“, “Shoot with me!“, “Feed the bottoms your cum…”
Nhật Hào aimed at Vĩ Khang’s mouth, jerked a few more times. Then he threw his head back, howling long draws: “Awoooo… Awoooo…” Not high-pitched, but deep, heavy, and erotic. His dick sprayed cum into the mouth, on the face, chest, stomach—his long, toned legs shook, nearly buckling. Same for Minh Tâm next to him.
Viewers gifted more, commenting “So much cum!“, “Wish I could drink it!“… Nhật Hào and Vĩnh Phúc waved to the fans, then signaled me to end the stream. They sat on the chairs panting, while Vĩ Khang and Minh Tâm cleaned up and left through the rooftop door.
Seeing Nhật Hào still not dressed, I asked: “Not heading back?”
Nhật Hào replied: “Not done yet! One more round!”
I stared, incredulous: “What? Right now?”
Nhật Hào nodded: “Why else do you think I came early?”
I said: “Why so much? What’s the point?”
Vĩnh Phúc answered: “You don’t know, Quốc Hưng? Our livestream room is VIP—pay to enter!”
I asked: “How much?”
Vĩnh Phúc: “50k per person. Two hot boys for 50k—bargain, right?”
I mumbled the math—yeah, 50k isn’t bad for tops like them. Wait… 300 viewers… I yelped: “So that session made 15 million?”
Nhật Hào winked in confirmation. If they did another with 300 more, another 15 million… Being a hot boy really does rake in the cash!
A bit later, the two bottom guards from earlier came up to switch. Everything repeated. By the time the live ended and we headed back, I was still stunned. A hot boy with an innocent, pure exterior, but inside, a porn star on livestream, pulling in tens of millions per session.
Nhật Hào said: “When I withdraw the money, I’ll give you a cut!”
I replied: “Nah, keep it for yourself—nourish your body. Don’t overdo it; it’s bad for health and risky. If you hook up with someone shady and they report to management, you’re screwed! Wait till you can move out, then do whatever.”
Nhật Hào said: “You’re always so thoughtful? Keep this up and one day I’ll ‘smash the pot and steal the flower’!”
I laughed: “I’m a cactus flower! Try stealing—I’ll prick your ass with thorns!”
Nhật Hào teased: “Nah, prick me with something else—your dick works!”
I chased after him, smacking. He yelled and ran straight into the elevator. After those moments of capitalist contribution, Nhật Hào reverted to a playful kid—innocent, goofy, and somehow endearing.