It was a bright and sunny day on the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse grounds. Mickey and Minnie were trimming hedges, Pluto was snoring in his dog house, and Donald and Daisy were planting flowers in the garden. Goofy was in the shoe garage working on a pogo stick when a strong urge ran through his lanky body. "Oh no, not again," he murmured to himself. The shoe garage door was open, there was no way he could do it now. He had to find a quiet private place. The clubhouse had a recording studio in the anywhere area, he thought to himself. It would be perfect.

He closed the garage door and started across the yard as nonchalantly as he could. An erection had started and it was getting difficult to walk, but it was always difficult for Goofy to walk. He got past Donald and Daisy, they didn't seem to notice the tent pole in his pants. That left Mickey and Minnie. Mickey saw Goofy out of the corner of his eye, and without turning around said, "Hey Goof, can you bring back a drink from the kitchen? Thanks bud."

Goofy replied, "Abso-tootely-tootely-too, sure thing Mickey!" He broke out into a jog and reached the clubhouse front door. A handy helper opened it and he jumped through. "Gorsh, I barely made it. Now to take care of the corn-flabbity thing."

He limped across the clubhouse floor to the yellow Anywhere Area switch. He pushed down on it and yelled, "Recording Studio!" The Anywhere Area revolved past the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, and finally switched to the recording studio.

The recording studio was a large room split in the middle by a thick glass window pane. On one side was a mixer, computer, and stool. On the other side of the window was a microphone, a drum set, and assorted musical instruments hanging on the wall. A door connected the two rooms and another door led out to the clubhouse. There were no windows into the studio and it was sound proof. It was perfect for jerking it, he thought to himself.

He opened the door, stepped in, and closed it behind himself. The growth in his pants was throbbing with pain. He undid his blue pants and slid them down, revealing his pineapple boxers. He reached through the slit in the front of his boxers with a gloved hand and guided a massive black club-like penis through it. He let out a sigh of relief. He pulled off his white gloves and gently laid them on the studio mixer. He then unlaced his shoes, pulled them off, and stuck them under the mixer. He slid his pants and boxers off and folded them up neatly, placing them on top of his shoes. Then with a grin on his face, he opened the connecting door and stepped into the other part of the room.

Goofy began by cradling his testicles while stroking his member. He spat on the head of his penis and began to stroke faster. Blood began pounding through his head as his masturbated harder and harder. Sweat began dripping off his face on to the floor. The need to finish was swelling in his chest fighting with the pleasure. Soon it became clear that he'd need help to finish. He also remembered that Mickey had asked for a drink and was probably going to come into the clubhouse soon. Goofy struggled to come again and futilely gave up. Then a devious thought flashed in his brain. He needed help and there was always something around to help. With a smile he called out, "Oh handy helpers!"

A hatch slid open in the wall and a gloved white hand came extending out of it. It didn't seem to mind that Goofy was pantsless and aroused. Goofy asked, "Do you think you can jerk me off before Mickey comes in here?" The handy helper gave a thumbs up and began stroking Goofy's penis.

Mickey smacked his dry lips together. He had asked Goofy for a drink and he hadn't yet. The summer sun blazed on his ears. He'd end up with heat stroke without a big glass of water. He turned to Minnie and said, "I'm getting a drink, it's so hot out here. I'll be back." Minnie nodded and kept trimming. She saw Goofy walk by with a huge stiffie and hoped that he had it under control before Mickey saw it.

Mickey entered the clubhouse and immediately noticed the studio. He thought Goofy would be in the kitchen. He stepped to the outer door and slowly opened it. He saw Goofy's shoes, pants, gloves, and boxers in the recording area. He looked to the partitioning window and saw Goofy rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, his bare ass flexing. Mickey's brow furrowed in confusion at the sight and he couldn't help himself. He reached a hand out and opened the door.

"Whatcha doing Goof?" he asked. Goofy stopped humping and slowly turned his head to face Mickey.

"Mick, I couldn't help it, I just had this urge and I had to get it out," Goofy explained.

"It's all right. I sometimes come in here to do the same thing. See?" Mickey pointed to white stains all over the room, stains that went previously unnoticed by Goofy. Mickey pulled his pants down, revealing a modestly sized donk. "Handy helpers, let's get another hand out here!"

The hot sun was beating down on Minnie's coal-colored head. She couldn't take it anymore, she needed a drink of water or she was going to pass out. She turned and looked at the ducks. They were busy arguing with each other and planting vegetables. They probably had no idea that Goofy and Mickey had left. Minnie put down her shears and made her way across to the door of the clubhouse. A handy helper opened it for her and she was struck by an odd sight. The recording studio was in the Anywhere Area. It was the only soundproof private area in the clubhouse. She called out, "Mickey? Goofy?" When they didn't respond her mind started racing. What if they were in the studio together? She fucked Mickey in there sometimes, what were Goofy and Mickey doing in there? She went over to the door and cracked it open. Goofy was bottomless with a handy helper around a huge penis. Mickey had his pants pulled down and was getting jerked off by a handy helper. Minnie gasped. How dare they engage in such carnal pleasure without her, she thought. It was kind of hot seeing the two of them like that though. She trailed a hand down her pink dress and pulled her bloomers aside. Curse these gloves, she thought as she ripped them off with her teeth. She slid a finger into her vagina to wet it and started to rub her clit. She snuck in to the recording area to get a better look and then became inspired by Goofy and Mickey. She paused masturbating long enough to bend down to a hatch in the floor. "Handy helpers, can you fingerbang me?" The hatch slid open and a white gloved hand stretched out of it. It extended a pointer finger and inserted itself into Minnie. She let out a sigh of pleasure as it started blasting her sliz-box.