Twenty-four Bentley St

Sheepishly, he passes through the rhododendrons
He pitter-patters to his special spot
Removes his slacks and folds them nice and neat
His sex is wet and ticking in the autumn breeze

Kneeling down, he peers between the broken blinds
Sweet Beth, you always look so beautiful
Pretty as a picture
You are so hot, I'm glad that you're mine

Why the fuck did you invite that cunt Steve here?
See the way he's kissing your neck
And making love with his soft hands?
I really despise the way you treat me

Lucky I have found someone else
Whom I have fallen in love
I'll get him out of my bag
He masturbates, kissing his little friend but soon gets bitten
Why must they all break my heart?

He stoves Hector's head in with a rock and climaxes
Milking his slender penis on the rodent's carcass