The hound within Dinh Huy is unleashed, his gay lust consuming him. He's alone in his room, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the air. His hand works his cock, the tight grip mimicking a lover's touch. He imagines rough hands, a thick cock, and a hungry mouth on him. His moans fill the room, his body writhing in pleasure. He's close, so close. His strokes become erratic, his breath ragged. With a final, loud cry, he comes undone, his cock spurting his load, his body shuddering with the force of his release.