He slips into the stall.

Pat decided that he had a bit of time to kill, and an opportunity like this wasn't going to present itself again... at least in the normal world. As Matt pulled him onto the mat, Pat was fully hit with the realization that this was his life now; any time he wanted to get laid, all he had to do was walk outside. Every place he would be going for the rest of his life in Sexworld held potential to be his next mind-blowing sexual experience. As Matt's mouth descended back onto his dick, Pat could only think that he hoped he never tired of his new life.

Looking around the stall, Pat began to drink in his surroundings. As Matt went down on Pat's penis, another one of his classmates was drilling into Matt from behind. Further into the stall, a shorter girl with beautiful blonde hair was immersed in a circle of 3 or 4 ample cocks, sucking one and jacking off as many others as she could. Affixed to the wall was a variety of toys, vibrators and chemical combinations that Pat didn't recognize. He had little time to identify them before Matt's sucking began to reach a crescendo and the swirling tingle inside Pat's crotch exploded outwards.

"I'm... ah!!! Fuck.... ahhh... haaaaa... haaaa..." Pat's orgasm carried through his entire body as he came down from the massive high for his 3rd time that day. Matt looked up at his latest lay, grinning and wiping the cum from his mouth. In between thrusts, he managed to say "Thanks... man... hope you... enjoyed...." before turning around to focus on the boy that was ramming his backside.

As Pat stood up to leave, he felt an all-too-familiar sensation on his chest. His cumshot had flown all the way up to cover his shirt, and some of Matt's orgasm had landed on his crotch area. The girl in the middle of the cock circle seemed to notice his disappointment. "Hey! New guy! Just spray it with some of the shit from the aerosol can over there. It'll be gone in no time."

Pat ventured over to the rack of toys, stepping over Matt and his friend. He picked up the spray bottle and saw that it read "Cum-B-Gone!" in a colorful font. "Well, I suppose that they put their resources where they needed them..." Pat thought to himself, and sprayed a little on the cum stains on his shirt.

"Now drop em in the bucket outside of the stall. You can pick them up at the end of the day." Said the girl, standing up and walking over. "I'm Reagan. Nice to meet ya!" Pat couldn't help but admire her beautiful, slender figure. She snapped a few times to get his attention.

"Uh... yeah! Reagan. Pat. Bucket. Uhhhhh... what... do I wear... for the rest of the day?"

Reagan snickered. "What do you think, silly? You could tape a piece of paper to your chest if it makes you feel better."

Pat shrugged, deciding to leap headfirst into the nudity aspect of his new world.

"So, where ya headed? Maybe I can come with." Reagan said.

"Oh, yeah, I'd... love that very much!"