I got 99 problems and sexworld isn't one

Picture-esc and normal. Those two words summed up Pat's house to a 'T'. The nicely manicured lawn and picketed fence greeted him as he walked up to the oak door, it was even a glaring red. Pausing, Pat basked in the novel experience of being naked outside with sun shining down on him without a care in the world. Just perfect. It both warmed his senses, and stoked his thoughts.

Just to think, only recently he was living a mundane life back in 'Prudeworld, and for what? To live out a stereotypical life as another cog in some machine just the same as everyone else? Just the thought.....If he never got to experience such a life as of now he wouldn't have known what he was missing, guess that's life really.

But these debates were for greater minds, he just had to leave these worries for people on the other side.

Speaking of other side, his mother had said some of their furniture that didn't originally arrive, would be replaced by his father's clone company here, free of charge. But he could foresee problems already. Surely they would've made contingencies for such an occurrence, right? Gradually opening his eyes in expectance Pat stepped up to the door with his arm outstretched.

The door opened easily as Pat reflexingly turned the doorknob before reaching for his spare key, his mother tended to keep all the doors unlocked anyway. A habit of hers from growing up in a small-nit community back on earth, but it worried his father to no end.

*Swish......

....sshh*

Startled, Pat jump-skipped through the arch-way as he felt a cool watery mist coat his body from all angles of the opening.

"....W-What the f-?"

Still reeling from the intrusive spray, Pat quickly slammed the door shut before flailing and checking his body. His worries were for naught, as no outward signs had appeared.

"Maybe I'm over thinking this...", an uncertain mutter could be heard as Pat unconsciously looked for some seating. Maybe it was something that caught the side of his eye but he moved over to it before lowering himself down, still warily staring at the front door.

'Good, looks like the furniture has arrived', Pat couldn't help thinking as his ass cheeks settled into the slightly indented seating. "Hmmm, why do both sides of my cheeks feel like their sunken into something like a mold?"

Turning from the doorway to investigate the seating arrangement, Pat found his thoughts wondering. Curiously, a colourful card was stacked up against a bottle of champagne on their new dining table with the words 'Welcome Newcumers!'.

Wait... Did he read that correctly? Yes, he had. Surprisingly, well maybe not, blotches of dried semen were still caked over it from what you could you call, his father's new co-workers? Really generous bunch that lot, but he wasn't about to touch a stranger's cum.

Reading from a distance he found it was a short greeting; aswell as informing them about the delivery of their new furniture. Pat really admired the efficiency of things getting done here, it sure put to shame his past world.

Funnily enough, there was a short P.S. note at the bottom of the card, really hard to see if he wasn't looking for it. Leaning forward and arching his rear off the seating a few millimeters, Pat read out each word slowly, almost like he was cherishing each utterance.

"We designed a new function for all the family into the chairs and front doorway, please DO..ENJOY!".

"What was that about the sea-" Like Moses parting the waters, all Pat felt at that moment was a large sudden rod push the clefts of his virgin cheeks aside and spear up into his uncharted rectum.