After leaving the dorm, I had already steeled myself for a hard life outside. Ngọc Duy wasn’t lying—rent everywhere was expensive, and on top of that, most places were rundown as hell. Cheap rooms were ridiculously small, basically human-sized boxes you crawled in and out of. Still, I told myself that sooner or later I’d have to face this anyway. Nothing to complain about.
A few days earlier, while I was still living in the dorm, I kept scrolling back and forth through rental posts in a Facebook housing group. Eventually, I stopped at one particular post. The poster was using a real account with a clear profile picture, not some throwaway clone, which made me feel a bit more at ease. On top of that, the place was close to my workplace and cheap—just a little over 500k a month.
I messaged them, “Hi, may I ask how many people are in the room? Is there still space?”
They replied almost immediately, “There’s one bed available. Four people total, two double bunk beds. If you move in now, you’ll need to take the top bunk.”
Seeing how polite and straightforward they were, I asked a few more questions about expenses and then locked it in on the spot. The place was down a narrow alley, deep inside a working-class neighborhood. From the house to the main road was about a 200-meter walk—thankfully, there was a bus stop right at the entrance, making my commute easy. Even luckier, I didn’t have much stuff. Otherwise, hauling luggage from the alley entrance would’ve killed me.
I had just reached the alley when the room owner came out to greet me. He was so enthusiastic it almost felt like he was luring me into a trap. The moment we met, he introduced himself, “I’m Ngọc Minh. You’re Quốc Hưng, right? Thought you’d have a lot of stuff, I was ready to help you carry it in.”
I replied, “Thanks! I just came from the dorm, so I don’t have much.”
Ngọc Minh asked, “How old are you?”
I answered, “I’m 20. What about you?”
He smiled awkwardly and said, “Oh, really? Same age. I thought you were like 17 or 18.”
I laughed, “It’s just how we address each other, doesn’t really matter.”
Honestly, looking at Ngọc Minh, I wouldn’t have guessed he was my age either. Not because he looked old, but because he seemed much more mature than me. After chatting for a bit, he eventually adjusted how he addressed me. I didn’t really mind—being new here, unfamiliar with everything, I knew I’d have to rely on him a lot.
As he led me down the alley, Ngọc Minh told me about the place. Most tenants were laborers, usually 24 or 25 and up. Every room had at least three or four people to split costs, around 500k including utilities. The downside was that it could get noisy, and arguments with neighbors weren’t uncommon.
I asked, “So have you ever gotten into fights with them?”
Ngọc Minh laughed proudly, “They wouldn’t dare. I’m the manager here!”
That caught me off guard. Something felt off, so I asked, “Wait, you’re the manager—why are you still sharing a room?”
He explained, “The landlady is my aunt. She lets me have a private room for free, but I felt bad, so I still live rent-free and let others share so she can earn more. And honestly, being a ‘manager’ just means collecting rent at the end of the month.”
I nodded in understanding. Turns out Ngọc Minh was pretty considerate. I also found it funny—first day here and I was already living with the ‘boss.’
The ground floor had the security guard’s room and a bike parking area. I was surprised—it was much more spacious than I expected. Above that were three more floors, ten rooms each. And of course, Ngọc Minh’s room was on the very top floor—my damn luck.
When I stepped inside, the first thing I noticed was the open-roof bathroom inside the room, right next to a bunk bed. It was Sunday, so the other two roommates were around. One was asleep on the top bunk, wearing only soccer shorts. His cock was rock hard, the tip peeking out from the leg of his shorts. The other guy was scrolling on his phone, facing inward so I couldn’t see the screen, but his hand was shoved down his pants, jerking off.
When he noticed us coming in, he jolted upright, “Fuck, scared the shit out of me. Almost flashed you guys!”
Ngọc Minh said, “Why don’t you go jerk off in the bathroom? Lying there scared of exposing yourself?”
He replied, “I was just kidding. We’re all guys here—what’s there to be afraid of? Didn’t want you seeing my junk and feeling bad about yourself. Oh—new roommate?”
By then, I could already smell the perversion in this room. I nodded in greeting. Ngọc Minh introduced us, “This is Quốc Hưng, just moved in. This is Đức Mạnh. The one sleeping is Trọng Tiến.”
Ngọc Minh told me to put my personal stuff on the top bunk, above his bed, and slide my suitcase under the bed frame.
Đức Mạnh asked, “You a freshman? Same school as Minh?”
I replied, “No, I’ve already graduated. I’m working now.”
He widened his eyes, “What the hell? I thought you were still in 12th grade. Pretty, pale, all scholarly like that—and already working?”
I just smiled. He continued, “Got a girlfriend yet? Handsome like you must have one, right?”
I shook my head, “Not yet.”
Honestly, I hated being asked things like this by straight guys. It always made me awkward—and scared they might figure out my orientation.
Đức Mạnh said, “Eh, you’ll get one once things stabilize. I used to have a girl too, but she dumped me for being poor. Don’t end up like me, kid.”
He climbed down and put on a T-shirt. His cock wasn’t hard anymore, but it still bulged noticeably since he wasn’t wearing underwear. After getting dressed, he asked, “Anyone want food? I’m going to buy rice.”
Ngọc Minh said, “Sweet-and-sour ribs for me. Hưng, you want anything?”
I asked, “Anything fried? If so, grab me a portion.”
Đức Mạnh glanced up at the top bunk, about to ask Trọng Tiến, but saw him still sleeping like the dead. Naturally, he also noticed the head of Trọng Tiến’s cock hanging out of his shorts. Without hesitation, Đức Mạnh lifted the fabric, fully exposing the rigid, veiny cock. He flicked the tip lightly, making it twitch.
He raised an eyebrow at me and Ngọc Minh, wearing that classic teasing straight-guy grin. After a few more flicks, Trọng Tiến groggily stirred, eyes still closed, muttering, “Fuck… do that again and I’ll shove my cock in your mouth.”
Đức Mạnh said, “Jesus. Want food or not? All you do is sleep, and every time you do your cock’s hanging out.”
Trọng Tiến replied, “So what, you craving it or something?”
Đức Mạnh snorted, “Hell no. We got a new kid in the room today—you’re embarrassing us.”
Trọng Tiến jolted upright, yanking his shorts over his still-hard cock, cursing, “Fuck! And you still exposed it like that, asshole!” Then he looked at me, “Just moved in?”
I nodded quickly. He jumped off the bed, his cock still tenting his shorts, and said while heading to the bathroom, “Get me a ribs box too.”
After Đức Mạnh left and Trọng Tiến started pissing loudly, Ngọc Minh whispered to me, “Pretty tasty, huh?”
I pretended not to understand, “Huh? What is?”
Ngọc Minh tilted his chin toward the bathroom. One hand slid down and grabbed my crotch, making me jump. My hard cock was caught firmly in his palm. He whispered, “A bottom with something this big? Damn tasty.”
I immediately knew Ngọc Minh wasn’t straight. I reached over and grabbed the cock in his pants, replying, “You’re not exactly lacking either.”
We stood there fondling each other for a bit before I asked, “What about the other two…?”
Before I finished, Ngọc Minh answered, “Mạnh’s straight as hell. Tiến, not sure. But Mạnh’s cock is really good—over 18 cm, thick all the way. Better than Tiến’s.”
I asked, “How do you know?”
He said, “Mạnh thinks I’m straight, so he’s never suspicious. He lies on his bed watching porn and jerking off every day. Once he even shot all the way over to my bed. Earlier he wanted to jerk off, but you were here so he felt awkward. Give it a few days—you’ll see.”
Just then, the bathroom door unlocked and Trọng Tiến walked out. Ngọc Minh and I quickly let go of each other and pretended to organize our stuff. Trọng Tiến’s cock had gone soft, but it still swayed as he walked. Looked like he’d already gotten off in the bathroom.
He said, “Hưng, if you’re gonna shower, go now. Water might get cut later.”
Ngọc Minh added, “Yeah, Sundays are bad. Better go now or you’ll be waiting till late.”
Inside the bathroom, doubt crept into my mind. Earlier, Trọng Tiến hadn’t asked my name—so how did he call me correctly just now? There were only two possibilities: either he was already awake when I arrived, or he heard my name while asleep. Hearing while asleep sounded unlikely, but I had no proof of the first either.
After fumbling around, I realized I’d left my shampoo outside and called out, “Minh, toss my shampoo in for me!”
He replied, “Isn’t there any in there? Just use whatever.”
I said, “I’ve got dandruff. Can’t use other kinds.”
Ngọc Minh found my shampoo on the bed, knelt on the top bunk, and tossed it into the bathroom. But instead of leaving, he lingered there, staring at me naked inside and clicking his tongue,“Damn… smooth body.”
Trọng Tiến said,“Fucking pervert. Anyone who showers gets ogled by him—and he does it openly too.”
Ngọc Minh didn’t leave. He said,“Tiến, come up here and look. Hưng’s body is addictive—slim and smooth like a girl’s. Makes you want more.”
I thought Trọng Tiến would help me out, but instead he climbed up to look too. I could only cover my crotch and press my face to the wall. Just then, Đức Mạnh came back with the food, saw the two of them peeking into the bathroom, and yelled,“Fuck, you two are sick!”
Ngọc Minh said,“We’re all brothers here. Sooner or later we’ll all see anyway.”
Đức Mạnh didn’t climb up—he grabbed a chair by the bathroom wall and stood on it to watch, sniffing appreciatively, “Fuck… he’s pale and slim. Just looking at his back makes me hard.”
Finally, Trọng Tiến said, “Alright, stop teasing him. Get down and let him shower so we can eat. Push it too far and he’ll move out for real.”