𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑖
On Sunday morning, I went to the front desk to ask if I could move to Zone B, so I wouldn't have to run up and down the stairs every day. With their approval, I finally moved into Mybed Zone B on Sunday afternoon, feeling excited inside. Unexpectedly, during a little nap around noon, I ran into a few familiar faces from Zone A, including some friends I met the night before.
Around the same time, I also met a new friend on Hornet. His name is เข้ม, a genuine and charming Twitter and short video content creator.
After dinner, I went back to my room, playing games and chatting with เข้ม. He asked if I was interested in making a video together. I love making videos on Twitter, so I happily agreed. Once everyone finished getting ready, เข้ม asked if I was set, and I said yes.
While waiting for him in my room, I didn’t expect a neighbor from B10 next door to suddenly pop in and say hi.
This unexpected twist threw off the original plan, but I didn’t reject the neighbor; instead, I welcomed him warmly. That night’s events completely exceeded my expectations.
Later, เข้ม peeked from outside the door curtain. He didn’t interrupt, maybe thinking, 'Go ahead, you two continue.'
An hour later, I thought of เข้ม and quickly sent him a message. Although he said it was fine, I could sense he was a little annoyed.
After midnight, most people were already worn out, some had even turned in early. The neighbor from B13 noticed I was still up on my phone and hung around quietly outside my door for a while.
The neighbor had on a blue-and-black basketball jersey, just long enough to press against his crotch, the fabric straining to hide but still faintly showing the outline underneath. He shot me a quick glance, and I couldn’t help but lean a little closer.
Since the bed was small, I knelt at the edge, bracing myself with one hand as I leaned forward, half my body hanging off the mattress. We didn’t say a word; he stood there for a moment, then climbed onto my bed and pulled the curtain shut.
After a bit of fun, he slipped back into his own room.
Later, เข้ม texted me back. I told him about that little unexpected moment earlier and apologized for messing up our plan. He got it, then asked if I wanted to hang out a bit—I was more than happy to say yes. His bed wasn’t far from mine, so he came over pretty quickly.
Honestly, เข้ม’s the type who’s really smooth—he knows exactly what he’s doing, confident, and clearly experienced.
He pushed me down, his weight on my back. I hid my face in the sheets, too shy to look up, while his grip locked tight on my waist. I was nervous as hell… but f**k, I wanted it.
His pace kept switching—slow, shallow teases that made me twitch… then hard, deep thrusts that had me melting, every move hitting deeper than the last.
Ahhh~ I couldn’t hold it in, soft moans slipping out as my whole body shook between shame and raw pleasure.
The next day, I was chatting with the neighbor across in B07. He said he’d seen us having some fun yesterday because the curtain was half-open. I laughed, “Well, you could’ve totally joined in!”
Ah, couldn’t really do that. The bottom of the Mybed curtains is wooden and would hit the door frame, so I left it at half-height—not making a sound to bother anyone, but still keeping enough privacy.