In the end, the three guys out there finally gave me a break. But honestly, prolonged exposure dulls everything. Sleeping on the top bunk next to the bathroom, watching those three shower every day, I gradually lost that initial thrill of peeking. Sometimes they’d even borrow my shampoo, and of course I’d pass it over through the open roof of the bathroom. The bathroom door was only closed to keep water from splashing out—it did absolutely nothing to block the view.
After living here for over a month, I slowly adapted to both the surroundings and the people. From the parking guard downstairs to the lady selling rice at the alley entrance, everything became familiar without me even realizing it. Including Mạnh’s moans every time he sexted and jerked off in the room.
Whenever Đức Mạnh sexted, he’d clip his phone onto a flexible monkey-tail holder attached to the metal bar at the foot of the top bunk, then lie naked on the bed. The front camera captured his entire body—from legs to thighs, heavy balls, a huge rock-hard cock, toned abs, broad chest—nothing missing. And of course, those filthy eyes and the way he licked his lips whenever he got turned on.
He’d lie there on his back, one hand gripping the base of his cock and balls, the other stroking up and down. His eyes were glued to the screen, sometimes fluttering shut when pleasure hit too hard. His mouth never fully closed, panting heavily, accompanied by the most obscene dirty talk imaginable.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he’d howl, “A… fuck it feels so good… I’m cumming… I’m cumming, baby… Open your mouth, let me feed you my cum… Or you want it in your pussy? I’ll shove it into your pussy, yeah? I’ll cum inside you… I’m so fucking horny… Spread your pussy and catch my cum… A… I’m coming… I’m coming…”
Sometimes after he finished sexting, Ngọc Minh would ask, “Got any new moaning styles yet? I’ve heard these so much I’ve memorized them.”
Đức Mạnh replied, “No new ones. But I can moan louder.”
Trọng Tiến said, “I fucking beg you. The room next door has had three different tenants move in and out because of your moaning. You get any louder and the whole damn block will move out.”
I asked, “Why’s that, anh Tiến?”
Trọng Tiến replied, “Mostly families with little kids or girls renting. They complained to the landlady so many times. Said they were scared Mạnh might rape them. If Minh hadn’t explained it was just porn playing too loud, he’d have been kicked out ages ago.”
Ngọc Minh said, “You just reminded me. I’ll tell my aunt later to only rent the room next to us to guys.”
Đức Mạnh scoffed,“Those girls don’t know how to appreciate shit. One day when they get married and their husbands don’t moan as good as me, don’t regret it.”
Trọng Tiến was better behaved. When he jerked off, he’d go into the bathroom. His moans weren’t loud, but loud enough for me—sleeping next to the bathroom—to hear. The problem was, whenever he slept, his cock always leaned to one side of his shorts. When it got hard, the tip would slip out. Living with guys this uninhibited, trying to stay composed was genuinely difficult.
Sunday morning like usual, nobody had plans. But when I woke up, Ngọc Minh and Đức Mạnh had already gone out for coffee with friends. Well, not everyone lived like me—work, then straight home. Back in the dorm, staying in the room never felt boring with so many people around. Now it was different. Staying inside too much felt suffocating.
I climbed down from the bed, planning to brush my teeth and wash up before heading to a café. But as I passed Trọng Tiến’s bed, that cock peeking out of his shorts caught my eye again. I tried to ignore it, but somehow my body moved closer on its own. One finger lifted, gently touching the glossy tip of his morning-hard cock.
Suddenly, Trọng Tiến’s cock twitched hard. I panicked and stepped back. But that twitch made his shorts ride up a bit more, exposing even more. I took a risk and gently lifted the fabric higher, freeing his cock and both balls completely. Long and veiny, it made me swallow dryly.
Just as I was about to touch it again, Trọng Tiến rolled over. I bolted into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth with my own cock painfully hard from the stimulation. I hoped the cool morning water would wash away the filthy desires inside me—but of course, it wasn’t that easy. When I finished, I peeked back out to check on Trọng Tiến.
Now he was lying on his side, back against the wall, facing outward. His cock stuck out of his shorts, pointing straight up at a ninety-degree angle, even extending past the edge of the bed. Possessed by something unknown, I approached again. My heart pounded violently, but my mouth opened anyway.
It had been a long time since I’d sucked anyone off, but with my naturally filthy nature, I’d always craved wrapping my lips around a good cock. Now the thing I wanted was right in front of me—I couldn’t deny that part of myself even if I tried.
The moment I took the tip into my mouth, Trọng Tiến’s cock jerked instinctively. When I swallowed half the shaft, it twitched again, pre-cum leaking generously. Afraid he’d wake up, I pulled away and observed. His breathing was still deep and steady.
Standing on the floor, one hand gripping my own cock, my mouth returned to the cock offered from the bed above.
I’d sucked about ten strokes when noise came from outside the room. Thinking it might be Ngọc Minh or Đức Mạnh returning, I let go and rushed to check. Turns out the room next door was moving in. I locked the door, just in case.
That neighboring room really made things difficult. Every ten strokes or so, something would crash loudly next door, forcing me to stop and check if Trọng Tiến had woken up. Once I confirmed his breathing, I’d continue. Ten more strokes—then another knock.
I cursed internally, “Fuck, even lightning avoids mealtime! This isn’t a full meal, but it’s still eating, damn it!”
The knocking wouldn’t stop, so I had to open the door. It was the neighbor borrowing scissors to open boxes. I thought Trọng Tiến must be awake by now—but no, he was still sleeping like a log.
I locked the door again, waited for silence, then returned to suck him off.
I counted each stroke in my head, “1… 2… 3… 10… 11…”
“Knock knock knock.”
I was about to pull away when suddenly a hand grabbed the back of my head, forcing me down onto the cock. A low voice whispered by my ear, “You trying to tease me to death, Hưng? Why do you keep stopping?”
I screamed internally, “Fuck—so he knew the whole time!”
Trọng Tiến stayed lying on his side, cock out, one hand locking my head in place while his hips pushed upward. My heart nearly burst out of my chest. I stared toward his face—his eyes half-lidded, moaning softly.
Outside the door, Ngọc Minh’s voice rang out, “Hưng! Brother Tiến! What the hell, nobody awake yet?”
Then came the sound of keys rattling. I knew Ngọc Minh was about to unlock the door. Trọng Tiến didn’t care—he kept thrusting. I looked at him pleadingly, but he had no intention of letting go.
His cock slid deeper into my throat, his moans growing louder. The tip was fully engorged—I was sure a few more thrusts and he’d cum. But even so, it wouldn’t be fast enough before Ngọc Minh came in…
The door opened and Ngọc Minh screamed, “What the fuck?!”
Trọng Tiến replied calmly, “Sucking cock. You see it, why ask?” He kept thrusting while I could only whimper around his cock.
Ngọc Minh shouted, “What the fuck, Tiến! I thought you were straight? I haven’t even gotten Hưng to suck me yet and you beat me to it?”
Trọng Tiến replied, “I thought you were straight too.”
Ngọc Minh said, “I am straight—but I like Hưng sucking my cock! Let go… let go…”
As he spoke, Ngọc Minh tried to pull my head away, while Trọng Tiến held me tighter, groaning, “Don’t… I’m about to cum… Hưng, swallow it… I’m cumming… A… A… A…”
When Trọng Tiến came, his body went limp. Ngọc Minh finally overpowered him and pulled my head free—but the result was explosive. His cum sprayed all over my face, Ngọc Minh’s face, and our clothes alike.
Trọng Tiến cursed, “Fuck, you couldn’t even let me enjoy it properly!”
Ngọc Minh snapped back,“No! Hưng can suck you first, but he has to drink my cum first!”
Put nicely, I was a man being fought over by two others. Put bluntly, I was nothing more than a cock-sucking machine and a cum container being yanked back and forth by two horny bastards.
Trọng Tiến said,“Fine—but I get to be the one who cums on Hưng’s face first.”
Ngọc Minh sneered,“You’re extra horny today. Normally you don’t even shoot that far jerking off in the bathroom.”
Trọng Tiến stuffed his cock back into his shorts and said, “Different when someone sucks it. And Hưng sucks fucking amazing—beats all my girlfriends before.”
Ngọc Minh exhaled, “Fine, I’ll let you go first since you’re older. But from now on, I get four days a week, you get three.”
Trọng Tiến replied, “Fuck no. Bigger cock gets more turns.”
I shook my head helplessly and slipped into the bathroom to wash the cum off my body. Turns out escaping one den of lust just landed me straight into another…