Vibrations told Jon that Dave was walking somewhere. Jon bounced against Dave's balls and thigh and reminded himself that he was just a sex organ. "I'm off to work, honey," Dave's voice boomed above him. Then a door slammed and a car started, and Jon found himself lying on Dave's balls. The things from which he would be transporting semen through for a month. A month! Eventually, Dave was walking again, until he finally sat down at his cubicle. He scratched Jon once through his pants, completely oblivious that another person was currently his cock. Jon felt himself stiffen slightly, then relax again.
A few hours later--Jon couldn't see anything with boxers blocking his view--Dave walked some more. Suddenly the pants zipper was unzipped, and Jon was pulled through the boxers' front opening. He saw the back of a urinal. Before he could realize what was happening, a pressure rose in his throat rapidly. It spurted out of his mouth as urine, tasting salty and acrid. Damn! He'd forgotten his other "function!" Dave's hand was closed around Jon's cock body, facing him forward. The urine continued unabated for about half a minute. Then it slowed to a trickle. Dave shook Jon's body a few times, then stuck him back in his boxers and zipped his pants. Jon remembered how he had wished for a month.
Eventually Dave returned home. Jon felt himself stiffen drastically on the car ride back, so he knew what lay in store for him. Dave was hardly home for more than ten minutes before he and Marylin were rolling around on the bed kissing. Then they were naked, and Jon got a huge view of Marylin's pussy before he was plunged into it once more. He was thrust in and out several times before his entire body surged and he spewed semen into the vagina's depths once more. Marylin orgasmed as well, with her vaginal walls contracting and squeezing Jon repeatedly. The couple fell asleep with Jon still inserted into Marylin. He remained there the rest of the night.
