Grant.
Grant has something.
Grant has a store.
Grant has a store things.
Things Erotic.
Grant has a store of Erotic Things.
This is his store.
He works at it.
It arouses him.
When he is aroused, his penis stiffens.
His penis rises.
Grant is like this everyday at his store of Erotic Things.

Grant locked up his store after a long day at work and began to walk down the sidewalk. While he thought about Michael's sweet, pink, pebble nipples. He began to get quite a hard-on at this point.
While his meaty rod pressed against his jeans, he began to walk quite bowleggedly. The bulge in his pants got bigger with every second he thought of Nipples. Nipples. NIPPLES.
NIPPLAS.
By this time, his meaty rod was hard as a rock and thrice as stupid. It rubbed against his pants left and right, the round head nuzzling the fabric like some pink, bald, misshapen, smelly beast in his pants. Grant grunted while he walked bowleggedly on home. He couldn't wait to get back.
He looked like some fat badger. With bowlegs.
When he came home, he ignored his parents and ran immediately upstairs. This done, his clothing immediately fell off as if they hated being there. Grant excitedly went to his mirror and stood in front of it.
His Hello Kitty and Kenny Chesney posters glared from all corners of the room.
His goldfish turned over and floated the top.
Grant put both hands behind his head and began to move his hips in a frantic humping motion. His meaty rod went left and right and his balls swung wildly front and backward. They swung and they swung, left and right, back and forth. Sometimes he swirled and they both went in half-wit circles.
Grant closed his eyes.
Leaned back.
And farted.
Erotic Things - JAMIE