Getting ready for work

“You want to go for one more?” His penis asked him.

“No...I don’t have time” he answered while completing his sentiment in his thoughts, “nor the fortitude to be dealing with this”

“I need to get ready for work,” he said.

She whimpered, but conceded.

—-

For a few brief moments in the shower he was able to disappear from his predicament in the beauty of routine. The familiar, comforting feeling of the hot water raining down on him. He worked his way down his body: hair, face, torso, and when he got down to his groin he remembered his predicament and felt inclined to wash his face again.

He then summoned the courage to interact with his penis again.

“That feels nice,” it said as he quickly spread the lather over it and his balls. She then stood up and said directly at him “Hey, hey! Slow down!” It followed, I’m gentle.”

He acquiesced, but felt uncomfortable doing so as it continued looking at him while he slowly and delicately proceeded with washing.

He then finished up and got out of the shower. He dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist.

“HEY! What do you think you’re doing?!” Came from below.

“What do you mean?” He exhaustingly asked.

“I don’t want to be hidden under this towel.” He want to limit any reminders of this new predicament as much as possible. Continuing conversing with his genitals would work against his ideal, so he acquiesced once more and took his towel off and wrapped it around his shoulders and went to the sink to brush his teeth.

Though he was trying to avoid thinking about his living penis by limiting interactions with it, it was a little hard to avoid noticing how it was perched up appearing to be looking at him from the mirror- it was.

Watching as he scrubbed the inside of his mouth with the toothbrush brought her back to her musings earlier in the morning. Those lips. She felt an immense jealousy for that toothbrush, she wished it could be her. The thought was getting her excited. David was feeling her excitement and began to feel unsettled.

He finished in the bathroom and went back to his bedroom to get dressed, but was quickly diverted as was dragged to his bed by his hips, it spun him as he fell down.

Once on the bed, his hips thrusted heavily once more knocking his feet to the wall.

“Come on, baby! Once more before we go out there! Just like this!” She yelled.

“No!” He yelled, “I just took a shower, and I don’t have time to take another one!”

“You’re no fun!” She exclaimed.

“I have to get to work!” He repeated.

“Fine...” she granted, “but you owe me.”

“Fine. Whatever” he brushes it off and began to slip his feet into his boxer briefs.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” His penis screamed, “what is this?”

“Underwear,” he said feeling more defeated with each interaction.

“I don’t want to go in there!” She begged.

“I’m sorry! I can’t go to work naked!” He was wondering if he should at least take a day off to try and deal with this, but he needed the money and didn’t want to spend the entire day interacting with his penis.

“Fine, fine- But I don’t want to be confined in those things.”

—-

Eventually they compromised that he would “go commando” so long as she promised not to disrupt him in the slight while he was out of the house.

—

As he was walking towards the train station, he walked right past his neighbor heading towards a different station.

“Did you see that cutie?” The left breast asked.

“Oh yeah!” The right answered, “now HE looked like a guy I’d like to tit-fuck”

“Agreed” the left responded.

“Shhh!” Sarah harshly whispered, “we had an agreement!”

“We’re going to need you to agree to tit-fuck that hunk.”

“I’m not going to be able to tit-fu-“ she caught herself, “I’m not going to be able to get INTIMATE with ANYone...if you two can’t control yourselves