After what happened that day, I finally learned that Trọng Tiến was actually bisexual. Because he’d always lived so discreetly, Ngọc Minh had assumed he was straight as an arrow. Once everything was out in the open, the two of them started fighting over me like I was their personal property. In practice, from Monday to Friday we were all busy working all day. Saturdays, I belonged exclusively to Ngọc Minh, and Sundays, I was Trọng Tiến’s.
Of course, it never went beyond blowjobs, at most some 69. No cuddling, no tender moments, no kissing. Hoàng Tuấn had waited a whole year just to get a kiss from me—these horny bastards didn’t stand a chance.
On another note, K-pop has the group 2NE1, while our room had the group 3-ne-1. Because every time we fooled around, the three of us had to wait until Đức Mạnh left the room.
One Saturday night, Đức Mạnh suddenly invited the whole room to go to an internet café. Turns out he was a gamer too, just like me. Ngọc Minh and Trọng Tiến were different—they knew how to play with me, but not how to play games. It’d been a long time since I last danced around as Yasuo in League of Legends, so I followed Đức Mạnh to an internet café about a hundred meters away, deeper into the alley.
It was the cheapest internet café I’d ever seen. No air conditioning, just fans. No swivel chairs, only plastic stools. According to Đức Mạnh, this kind of place was called a “grass net”—play first, pay later, unlike modern cyber cafés where you top up in advance.
But this place was impressive in its own way. Between each computer was a partition that ran from knee height up past head level. The partitions could slide open or closed so teammates could easily talk while gaming. The moment I saw those partitions, my mind went straight to indecent thoughts—especially since the only “camera” here was a human one sitting way out by the entrance.
There were about twenty computers lined up on one long table, split into two opposing rows. Đức Mạnh led me straight to a computer in the far corner. I couldn’t help asking, “Why don’t we sit closer to the outside where it’s more open?”
Đức Mạnh slid the partition between our computers closed and replied, “So we can watch porn comfortably later.”
I said, “What, you’re afraid people will judge you too?”
Đức Mạnh snorted, “Afraid my ass. Who here doesn’t watch? The problem is they keep staring at my screen and telling me to switch this video or that one. Annoying as fuck.”
I asked again, “If you’re gonna watch porn, why not just do it at home? Why waste money here?”
Đức Mạnh replied, “That’s how I know you’ve never watched porn at a net café before. It’s totally different. Watching it here hits harder—the pussy’s as big as the screen! You can see every single pubic hair. It’s fucking glorious.”
Just thinking about it made me panic. If Đức Mạnh really pulled up a pussy the size of a monitor later, I’d probably pass out for three days straight.
As soon as we loaded into a match, curses rang out from the opposite row, “Fuck! Help your damn teammate, you old bastard. Switching tabs to watch porn again—die one more time and you’re dead, asshole!”
At the far end, the internet café owner walked inside and said to a guy nearby, “Don’t shoot your load on the keyboard, got it? Break it and you’re paying for it.”
Honestly, I couldn’t tell if the owner was considerate or just horny for running a place this openly indulgent. But this area was mostly full of young working men, all brimming with pent-up energy. No women around, so they had no choice but to take matters into their own hands with porn.
I put on my headset and temporarily shut out the outside world, focusing on the game. Đức Mạnh was on my team, and he played way harder than I expected. The harder he played, the louder he bragged. But strangely enough, I found myself liking him more right then—someone fully committed to what he was doing, completely different from his careless, half-assed demeanor back in the room.
After a while, Đức Mạnh suggested, “Wanna do a Yasuo solo, Hưng?”
I asked, “What do I get if I win?”
Đức Mạnh replied, “Anything you want, as long as it’s under 50k.”
I wasn’t rich, but 50k was nothing. We jumped into a custom game, locked in Yasuo, and went at it. When we were both one hit from death, I flashed in and ignited him. Đức Mạnh went down instantly. He immediately protested, “Hey! Dirty play! BO3, motherfucker!”
*BO3 means best of three—first to win two games wins.
In the second match, I got caught by his Last Breath combo plus Ignite and went down. One-one.
In the final match, I tried the same trick again—but this time, Đức Mạnh read it. Final score, 2–1. Đức Mạnh won.
He said smugly, “Kid! You think I’d step into the same river twice? Pay up!”
I asked, “I’ll give you 50k when we get back. That okay?”
Đức Mạnh said, “Did you miss the first part? I said anything.”
Right. He really had said that—I just hadn’t paid attention. I asked cautiously, “So… what do you want?”
Half joking, half serious, Đức Mạnh said, “I want to stick my cock in your mouth.”
My heart slammed in my chest. “Fuck—does he know I’m gay?”
I pretended to stay calm and replied, “Come on, anh. That’s messed up. Pick something else.”
Đức Mạnh said, “Deal’s a deal. A man keeps his word.”
I played dumb, “You never said it clearly. You’re just setting me up.”
Đức Mạnh glanced back at the screen and muttered, “Then forget it.”
I froze, not knowing what to say. Seeing me sit there stiffly, Đức Mạnh nudged my shoulder and laughed, “I’m just messing with you. Why’re you so pale? Hahaha!”
I deflected, “I was afraid you’d say I wasn’t trustworthy.”
Đức Mạnh shrugged, “Who cares. Keep playing. I’m gonna jerk off and head home.”
As soon as he said that, he opened a porn site. I panicked and looked away. He played a video at such a loud volume that I could clearly hear the female lead moaning. His cock hardened quickly under his shorts, and he didn’t hesitate to pull it out and start jerking off right in front of me.
I said, “At least pull the partition closed!”
Đức Mạnh replied, “Why bother? I jerk off in front of you every day. Or what, sitting this close is distracting you? Or are you craving it?”
I was craving it—anyone would crave a thick, veiny 18cm cock rock hard and leaking pre-cum. But no way in hell I’d admit it. I said, “No, I’m just afraid you’ll shoot all over my keyboard.”
Đức Mạnh didn’t close the partition. I was still in-game, but my soul was already between his legs. After a while, he pulled both his cock and balls completely out of his shorts. I could even see the thick bush of pubic hair at the base. I kept playing, but my eyes stayed glued to that beautiful cock. My screen kept going gray from dying over and over.
Đức Mạnh glanced at my screen and asked, “Fuck, 0/5 already? What are you even doing? Why so distracted?”
I defended myself, “I’m just bad, that’s all.”
Without saying anything else, Đức Mạnh reached over and grabbed my crotch, squeezing hard. My cock, already half-hard, fit perfectly in his hand.
He laughed loudly, “You suck at games but your cock’s hard as hell? Watching porn and getting horny is normal—but getting horny while gaming too?”
I blurted, “I need to pee.”
Đức Mạnh replied, “You pissed before we left. You haven’t had a drop of water since. Who’re you bullshitting? Just say you’re horny.”
I stammered, “I… I…”
He didn’t bother listening. He grabbed my hair and forced my head down. My mouth closed around his hard cock. While gently moving my head, he took off my headset and whispered, “I know you want it. Just suck—no more excuses.”
At that point, I had no strength left to resist. Đức Mạnh’s cock was at least one and a half times bigger than Trọng Tiến’s or Ngọc Minh’s. He turned fully toward me so I could take it as deep as possible. The burning-hot, fully hard tip hit my throat, making it hard to breathe.
He whispered again, “Is my cock good, Hưng? Bigger and better than Minh’s and Tiến’s, right? The first time I jerked off in front of you and saw how thirsty you looked, I already suspected it. I know everything.”
I couldn’t believe my gaze had been that obvious. Just from a look alone? That sounded ridiculous. I pulled off his cock to catch my breath and asked, “How did you know?”
He pushed his cock back into my mouth. I gripped the head, then ran my tongue down the shaft to his balls. His breathing changed, his voice turning shaky, “If you don’t want people to know… then… then… tell those two… to moan… moan quieter. Last Sunday… I came home early… heard Tiến moaning in the room…”
No wonder the room wasn’t soundproof. That explained why three or four households had moved out because of Đức Mạnh’s moaning.
I sucked faster and faster, pre-cum flooding my mouth. Đức Mạnh leaned back slightly, his hand now just stroking my hair instead of controlling me. After a moment, he said, “But also… if they didn’t moan… that’d be… weird. Fuck, feels so good… Moaning like they do… means they’re… they’re… uh… holding back a lot already!”
Since we couldn’t moan loudly in a crowded place, all that filth stayed trapped in our throats or leaked out in breathy whispers.
Đức Mạnh continued, “Watching me jerk off every day… you must’ve been craving it, huh? From now on… I’ll let you… let you eat my cock… every day, okay? Fuck, this mouth… sucks so good… deserves… deserves my cock!”
I slid my hand under his shirt and pinched his nipple. He grimaced as waves of pleasure crashed through him. The cock in my mouth felt like it was about to explode; my lips were completely numb. I paused for a second, then took him deep again. Every time I did, his whole body curled forward, burying my face in his thick black pubes.
After a while, he reached his limit, gripping my head and thrusting as he cried out, “Suck my cock, Hưng… harder… then I’ll shoot my cum for you to drink… I’m so horny… I’m about to come… Open your mouth… Uh… I’m cumming… I’m cumming, Hưng… Uh… uh… uh…”
He shoved his cock deep into my throat. Each spurt sent cum shooting straight down. His cock jerked violently, swelling against my throat. I panicked and tried to pull back, but his grip was too strong. Only after he finished did he slowly pull out, the head of his cock smeared with cum.
He held it in front of my face and said, “Lick it clean for me.”
I asked immediately, “You clean?”
Đức Mạnh replied, “I served in the military—how could I not be?”
I asked again, “Thought you hated gays. Still feels good?”
He tucked his freshly licked cock back into his shorts and said, “Feels fucking amazing. Haven’t I told you about my time in the army? No girls in there. Letting guys suck you long enough, you get used to it. But I’m still straight, got it?”
I teased, “Straight like a crab crossing the highway?”
He snapped, “Fuck you! Say that again and I’ll shove my cock back in your mouth right now!”
We laughed all the way home. It surprised me, but somehow it felt right. A guy who’d lived in the military, seen both closeted and open gays—how could he not know what I was? I’d thought he was clueless. Turns out, I was the clueless one all along. I reminded myself to be more careful from now on—one moment of carelessness, and someone else’s cock would be back in my mouth again.