One day I attempted to fart into a Kazoo, and instead of a fart sound this men's choir pushed out with a long droning F# Major.
A day later I tried again, and I almost had my whole hoopla tightly around the wider end of the kazoo, but as an elder homosexual, naturally it lisped a bit, so then that clarinet-saxophone-Frankensound came out. I figured it was close enough, so I ran with it.

This has been long in the making. I just didn't really have ay idea where to publish it, since my main name needs to stay PG13. Enjoy!

Lyrics:

Late at night in a silent block,
Boots on tile with a heavy walk.
Shadow thick and the streetlight dim,
No one knows what’s inside of him.
He stops, he stares, he turns down a lane,
No signs posted, no one to blame.
He knocks three times on a metal sheet,
The door creaks open, he wipes his feet.
Something strange in the air within,
A heat, a beat, a scent on skin…
But no one speaks. They just begin…
And he walks inside with a hungry grin.

You’ve arrived at the PlayPen,
Private Club completely hidden,
The burly man’s dearest wish
To Roll around the floor in bliss
His lacy thong glazed with jizz,
Gaping bussy oozing lube and piss. 
You might be a twink, a fem, next gen, body less than perfect ten,
You’re always welcome to this hole of men,
A lustful den, it’s PlayPen

He moans through leather, the lights go dim,
Muscles twitchin’, sweat on skin.
“I’ll flip your skinny ass, and wreck you right—
But not tonight.
I want it deep. I want it rough.
Stick your manhood up the Duff, 
On my knees, ass in the air,
Dozen hard dicks around
Just about ready to pound.
His beard is wet, his lashes curl,
He’s daddy and debutante, one gorgeous gurl
Thong pulled high, he arches proud,

“Say I’m pretty,”
he grunts out loud.

So pop your pills get ready to nut,
In this tweaked out Burly Slut,
A permanent marker in black light’s Glow
Just tally your gift inside this bro.
On his back after you blow.

The lights go red, the bass goes low,
He’s crying out when juices flow.
This ain’t just sex, its holy bliss
Each load’s a gift , each grunt’s a kiss.
“This is my Church, now hand your Eucharist”

His eyes roll back, he starts to float,
Moaning prayers from a smoke-ripped throat.
Boots in the air, holes open wide,
He’s cum-slicked glory, Submissive Pig with pride.

You’ve arrived at the PlayPen,
Private Club completely hidden,
The burly man’s dearest wish
To Roll around the floor in bliss
His lacy thong glazed with jizz,
Gaping bussy oozing lube and piss. 
You might be a twink, a fem, next gen, body less than perfect ten,
You’re always welcome to this hole of men,
A lustful den, it’s PlayPen

You’ve arrived at the PlayPen,
Private Club completely hidden,
The burly man’s dearest wish
To Roll around the floor in bliss
His lacy thong  glazed with jizz,
Gaping bussy oozing lube and piss. 
You might be a twink, a fem, next gen, body less than perfect ten,
You’re always welcome to this hole of men,
A lustful den, it’s PlayPen.

Jüstin Between Men

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