Duy Long had only “helped out” for one afternoon, but he’d already learned to make a few simple drinks. That took a huge load off me and Đức Công. Đức Công even teased: “Train your boyfriend properly, Hưng! Big and strong like that, but he only knows how to carry trays!”
I shot back: “Nah—if he spills anything, you’ll yell at him again!”
Đức Công grinned: “Defending him already! I’ve seen customers flirting hard with Tuấn all day!”
I turned to Hoàng Tuấn: “So, did you flirt back?”
He answered: “Nope. I only flirt with you.”
I giggled happily. Duy Long rolled his eyes: “Should’ve skipped dinner—I’m full from all your dog food!”
Busy as we were, we still managed to laugh and joke—it felt great.
By 9:45 p.m., Đức Công stopped taking new customers and even lowered the automatic shutter. I teased: “Brother Công turning down money tonight?”
He groaned: “I’m exhausted! Quick cleanup—then we’re grabbing drinks!”
Hoàng Tuấn shook his head: “No way! I slaved here for free—where’s my drinking money?”
Đức Công barked: “Fine—I’m paying! Happy now, you two spoiled brats?”
Hoàng Tuấn and I happily grabbed buckets and rags to clean upstairs while Đức Công and Duy Long handled downstairs. As we climbed the stairs, we overheard Đức Công below: “Come drink with us later, okay kid?”
No one else around—it was definitely for Duy Long. But his voice was so much softer than when inviting us. I whispered to Hoàng Tuấn: “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
Hoàng Tuấn: “It’s obvious!”
We burst out laughing upstairs but hurried to finish—Đức Công was yelling from below.
Hoàng Tuấn drove me; Đức Công drove Duy Long. Duy Long left his bike at the shop since we’d pass it on the way home anyway. We hit a popular roadside spot on Cù Lao Street—good food, cheap, and breezy outdoor seating. Hoàng Tuấn and I were scanning the menu when Đức Công snatched it: “You two ordering? I’d go bankrupt. Long, you pick, kid!”
I leaned on Hoàng Tuấn’s shoulder and said casually: “Classic—new favorite, old ones forgotten.”
Hoàng Tuấn: “Yeah, we’re used up and tossed aside!”
Đức Công: “What—you saying I’m using little Long?”
Me: “Isn’t that exactly it?”
Đức Công cursed a bit; Duy Long stayed quiet, focused on choosing dishes.
The server brought a crate of beer—pay for what we drank. I knew my limit hadn’t changed over the years—one bottle, then soda. But the alcohol still hit; I got tipsy and rested my head on Hoàng Tuấn’s shoulder.
He draped an arm around me, holding me steady. Đức Công teased: “People are staring!”
Hoàng Tuấn: “It’s my wife—I’ll hold her. Not touching theirs. Let them look.”
Đức Công laughed: “That’s my boy! Hưng—one bottle and you’re done? Another!”
I smirked: “One? I could do four or five! But Tuấn will drink for me.”
Đức Công cursed: “That guy’s a bottomless pit—two crates and he’s still sober!”
Hoàng Tuấn: “Yeah, I leak. Later at home I’ll let it all out—but you don’t wanna know what.”
Đức Công: “Damn, listening to you lovebirds makes my ass itch!”
Duy Long: “You taught him well, Hưng. How’d he get so slick?”
Me: “Yeah, every night I teach him his ABCs.”
Đức Công glanced around: “I’m begging you two—we’re in public!”
Me: “So? Jealous?”
Hoàng Tuấn joined: “He’s totally jealous!”
We all roared with laughter—the place had emptied. I cleared the table before staff announced closing. The river breeze felt amazing; Hoàng Tuấn and I exchanged a look—we knew what the other wanted.
We piled into a tuk-tuk to the distant parking lot. Back on bikes, Đức Công asked: “Nice breeze—wanna ride around a bit?”
I hugged Hoàng Tuấn tight from behind: “You and Long go. We’ve got urgent business.”
Đức Công: “Urgent at this hour?”
I reached down and squeezed Hoàng Tuấn’s crotch: “Huge business! Gotta handle it fast or it’ll ruin everything!”
Duy Long looked away, embarrassed. Đức Công cursed: “Damn—blinding me! Text when you get home.”
Hoàng Tuấn and I headed back first—leaving them space. I’d never seen Đức Công so gentle with anyone. Or Duy Long so quiet and shy at drinks. Clearly they weren’t ready to go home yet.
Back home, quick shower, then we dove into bed—kissing and cuddling every way possible. Everyone probably thought we rushed home for wild sex, but no.
Lately Hoàng Tuấn had this habit: sliding his cock inside me and just leaving it there while we watched YouTube. Eyes on the screen, one hand teasing my nipple, the other playing with my cock. I’d stay hard forever. But I’d gotten used to it—and weirdly loved it.
After a while he suddenly asked: “Think those two are back yet?”
It made me curious too. I remembered—I could check the shop cameras since I’m manager. Inside was dark, but infrared showed Duy Long’s bike still there. I told Hoàng Tuấn: “Those lovebirds—no, love pigeons—haven’t returned to the shop yet!”
I glanced away; then movement on camera. Đức Công finally arrived—the shutter rolled up. He drove in, closed it again. Lights off, pitch black. Duy Long jumped slightly; Đức Công asked: “Scared, kid? I’ll turn on the lights. Wait while I check upstairs too.”
He started walking; Duy Long grabbed his sleeve and followed. Suddenly Đức Công took Duy Long’s hand properly. Duy Long didn’t pull away.
I nudged Hoàng Tuấn: “Here we go—showtime!”
I cast the feed to the TV for the big screen and cranked the volume.
Đức Công, holding his hand: “Walk slow, kid—don’t trip. The main switch is broken, so we use the kitchen one for now.”
Duy Long fumbled along, too shy to speak. Lights on, Đức Công led him upstairs to check everything—hands never separating.
Back downstairs, Đức Công sat Duy Long on a bench: “Wait—I’ll get you water.”
Duy Long: “Okay.”
Đức Công turned; rats squeaked in the kitchen. Duy Long startled, grabbing whatever he could. When he calmed, he realized his arms were wrapped around Đức Công’s waist—hands clasped right over his crotch.
The camera caught Đức Công’s face perfectly—brows furrowed, eyes closed, mouth curved in pleasure. Duy Long must’ve felt the hardness and tried to pull away, but Đức Công placed his hand over Duy Long’s, keeping it there.
Camera was black-and-white, but I’d bet Duy Long was blushing. Đức Công wasn’t done—he guided Duy Long’s hand to stroke him. Duy Long didn’t resist.
One hand holding, the other unbuttoned his tight jeans. A soft zip; he parted the fabric so Duy Long’s hand could touch the hard cock inside more directly.
Both shy, they stayed silent. Đức Công stared down, biting his lip. Things heated up—Hoàng Tuấn suddenly covered my eyes: “You’re not watching this!”
Me: “It’s like watching a movie—it’ll help me lose weight!”
He said that but was just as curious.
When he uncovered my eyes, Đức Công had pulled his cock free. Duy Long stroked it gently. Đức Công’s was thick and round, smaller head than shaft, tapering slightly—15–16 cm, well above average.
After a bit, Đức Công asked: “This is all I’ve got—you disappointed, kid?”
Duy Long paused, stammering: “Ah… there’s… there’s…”
Đức Công deflated instantly. Duy Long turned him around: “Not that! I mean… there’s a camera!”
I yelled: “Damn—they spotted it! Show’s over!”
But Đức Công said: “Only Hưng can access that camera—and right now he and Tuấn are busy, if you know what I mean.”
Still, he turned off all lights, came back fully naked. Alcohol clearly made him bolder.
He stood facing Duy Long, cock pointing right at his face. Đức Công asked: “Can I touch you, kid? I promise I’ll take responsibility. Will you accept me?”
I burst out laughing: “Found someone cheesier than you!”
Hoàng Tuấn lifted my hips, thrust a few times, growled: “You complaining about cheesy? Cheesy means loyal!”
Duy Long stammered: “I… this is… my first time. I don’t know what to do.”
Duy Long wasn’t exaggerating—this was truly his first time with a guy. He talked big normally, but first times made anyone nervous.
Đức Công pulled him up, gently undressed him. Down to underwear, he asked: “Can I take these off too? If you’re not comfortable, I won’t.”
Duy Long guided Đức Công’s hand down; the underwear slid off, revealing smooth, firm cheeks.
Đức Công kissed him passionately. A bit clumsy, but the raw emotion between two bodies colliding for the first time was clear.
Watching them kiss made me crave it. I asked Hoàng Tuấn: “One kiss?”
He: “Make it two!”
They parted lips; Duy Long whispered: “My first kiss.”
Đức Công: “Mine too!”
Both first-timers—their awkward moves and hesitations only made it sweeter. After kissing endlessly, Đức Công lifted Duy Long onto an empty counter.
I clicked my tongue: “Damn—why didn’t I think of that? We gotta try it at the shop sometime!”
Đức Công dropped down and took Duy Long in his mouth. Pure bottom—average size, perfect for Đức Công to swallow whole. The moment he did, Duy Long panicked and pushed away. Truthfully, Duy Long was way more innocent than me—he’d probably never even watched porn.
Duy Long gasped: “Ah… don’t… it’s… dirty…”
Đức Công knew he was enjoying it—Duy Long’s pushes grew weaker. Soft moans escaped uncontrollably.
After a while, Đức Công stood to kiss again. Seeing him rise with his erection, Duy Long tried sliding down to return the favor, but Đức Công stopped him: “I know you’re new to this—no rush. I can wait.”
Duy Long: “But I want to do something for you!”
Đức Công’s hand slid down to tease Duy Long’s pulsing hole—already slightly open from arousal. He couldn’t help saying: “Let me… let me…”
He wanted it badly but felt it might overwhelm Duy Long.
Duy Long suddenly said: “Do it! I want all my firsts to be with the same person.”
No matter how rational, alcohol and lust won. Đức Công grabbed a condom from his wallet. No lube—he used spit.
Smaller head than shaft—he eased the tip in quickly. Duy Long winced slightly but didn’t seem in much pain. Đức Công: “If it hurts, tell me, kid.”
Duy Long pulled him into another kiss instead. Đức Công inched deeper—little by little. When Duy Long grimaced, the whole cock was inside.
Đức Công: “Hurt? I’ll pull out—we’ll stop.”
Duy Long shook his head. Đức Công guessed he was enduring for him, so he stayed still. Soon Duy Long adjusted. The fullness felt indescribably good—his own cock hardened again.
Đức Công softly: “Thank you, kid. I promise I’ll take good care of you—never let you down.”
I laughed at Đức Công’s cheesiness. Hoàng Tuấn watched intently—like finding a soulmate.
Duy Long whispered: “How does it feel? Sorry—I don’t know anything.”
Đức Công: “No apologies. You don’t have to do anything—just stay like this. This is the best I’ve ever felt.”
His shaft buried deep, Duy Long’s rim fluttered—constant new sensations. They stayed still and kept kissing. After five or ten minutes, Đức Công couldn’t hold back: “Long… can I… can I move a little?”
I burst out laughing again—live porn turning into comedy.
Duy Long’s hole had opened more; he wanted to feel it too. Đức Công pulled back gently, then eased in—one, two, three… He suddenly groaned: “Long… it feels too good… I can’t stop… ah… Long, I’m losing it…”
Duy Long wrapped legs around his back, arms around his neck. Đức Công sped up slightly, crying: “Long… I’m coming… I can’t hold it… Long… ah… ah… ah…”
He hugged Duy Long tight, rose on his toes, buried deep, and came inside. From Duy Long’s expression, the hot flood clearly shocked him.
After, Đức Công said: “Sorry—I tried to last longer! Too short for a first time?”
Duy Long smiled: “You were amazing—why apologize?”
Đức Công slowly pulled out; Duy Long stopped him: “Leave it a bit longer? I… I like it.”
Unable to suck him from this angle, Đức Công kissed him while stroking. Duy Long’s cock throbbed; he came hard—ropes hitting Đức Công’s chest and chin. Shockingly voluminous—probably from rarely jerking off.
Over there finished—we hurried to match our friends. We’d worked all day; bodies exhausted anyway!
Next day, I acted clueless at the shop. Evening came—Duy Long showed up to help again. Đức Công announced proudly: “Big news! From today, Duy Long’s co-managing the shop with me!”
Me: “He gets shares now?”
Đức Công: “Nope! What’s mine is his—call it joint ownership!”
I pretended not to hear: “What? What is he to you?”
Đức Công, loud and clear: “Long’s my boyfriend now! Soon my husband! Any more questions?”
I nodded: “Got it, bosses!”
Duy Long blushed and hid in a corner. Watching Đức Công, I felt relieved for him. A responsible man who meant what he said—how many were left?
Duy Long helped for days—truly unpaid. But who’d guess—he ended up taking home the owner as compensation!