Jack discovered that he could still move. He was a moveable penis with a mind of his own. With some twisting and turning he came off the lifeless corpse. He was no longer attached to the body he had inhabited since birth. He inched out of the speedo, the rubbing of the fabric pleasing him enough that he had to stop and ejaculate. Then he dropped onto the cold tiles around the pool. His balls contracted closer to his cock. He tentatively tried rolling. That did not work, he essentially just thrashed about. Then he extended the head out, scooted his balls behind it, and then extended it again. He moved across the floor like an inchworm.