Slowly, and unwillingly coming back to reality, Rigby's eyes cracked open, and the mammal found himself awkwardly entangled in his blanket. His body was bare; Thomas' over-sized clothing having fallen off during slumber. Rigby let out a small, quiet yawn to himself, rolling over away from the wall to come upon a sight to behold. His good friend Thomas was sitting at his computer desk, headphones wrapped around his head, pants dropped, and hand knuckled around his rod.
Rigby watched in awe as Thomas stroked his cock from head to base, also glad to see he wasn't the only one who couldn't fit his hand around that giant slab of meat. The goat's tool hardly had any breathing room when cramped underneath the desk, so it came as no surprise when Thomas spun his desk chair to the side and allowed his manhood some space. Just kidding, it nearly scared Rigby shitless for that sudden gesture in his direction. The striped mammal quickly clenched his eyes closed, pretending to still be asleep, but cracking them just enough to still manage some vision.
Thomas' dick was-.. well, it was scarily big, but that's what Rigby had wished for all along. The bovine had been given the gift of both massive girth and length, leading Rigby to believe that he MUST be a virgin, because there was no way in hell Thomas was going to fit that inside anyone. That being said, the question about what Rigby were to do with it if things every crossed that path between the two of them arose. Eh, the raccoon would have to make it fit inside him.
Heavy breathing continued as Thomas almost purposefully continued to jerk himself off in Rigby's direction, and the faint bleating under the goat's breath put Thomas in the spotlight for being adorable this time. It was a bit ridiculous how much precum dribbled all over the goat's dick though. Honestly, it's probably a pain in the ass to do something as simple as masturbate when you're spouting fluids like a faucet. However, Rigby could sense Thomas had grown accustom to it from how skillfully reactive he was; covering the head with his palm every time pre squirted out, and just rubbing it back on the rod for lubrication.
There's no telling what Rigby would've considered killing for a camera right about then, nearly throwing himself off the bed in frustration for only being able to lay there and pretend to sleep. The raccoon wasn't sure if Thomas knew he was faking or not, seeing as how the bovine turned to give the mammal a full show. But even if he hadn't, it was bugging the crap out of him. And with all of this going on, it should have eventually become clear to Rigby that without the goat's jeans on, his erection peeked out from the blanket, clear as day. Though, sadly for Rigby, Thomas was the first to realize.
The goat looked at his "sleeping" friend, and while it took a second to process what exactly that erection could mean, Thomas eventually grinned to himself upon realization. The bovine slid across the room on his wheeled desk chair, and took a second to stop his incessant jerking. Rigby in response held his breath as best he- wait, he was sleeping, not DEAD. Halted breathing resumed, and Thomas' snickers could be heard behind the raccoon's closed eyes.
"I could've been dreaming!" Rigby defended, 'awakening' to scold his friend. Didn't take very much for him to fold...
"But you weren't." Thomas chuckled tiredly, his dick still dripping sloppily down on the carpet. Rigby found this a lot more frightening than last night, for sure. Now that he could actually see the goat's monster cock, things were somehow more... serious? Well, to have it there in front of him; to see it.
"So-.." the striped mammal began aimlessly. Rigby had no idea where to go from here. Was Thomas just going to continue allowing him to watch, or was the raccoon about to become involved somehow? I mean, Rigby certainly didn't mind either of those options, but he was pretty lost and hell of a lot more nervous than Thomas seemed to be. But maybe he shouldn't be acting so stupid, it was hotter to seem confident, right?
"Finish it off?" Thomas asked, "My hands are a bit tired." he joked sarcastically.
"Uh- sure." the raccoon accepted. There was a point where you just need to take your pride and throw it away to allow yourself a bit of fun now and then. As much as Rigby wanted to put up even the tiniest of resistance to assert that he still possessed even mild dominance between the two of them, he found himself weak and giving in despite his best of efforts.
Rigby sat up, reached out, and placed his hand hesitantly on the goat's dick much like he had the night before. It was a lot warmer than he'd remembered, and obviously a lot slicker and wetter from all that precum dribbling out of Thomas like a fountain. The bovine's dick twitched under Rigby's touch, clearly already close to climaxing from all the work Thomas had put into it. This being the case, it surely wouldn't take much skill to get the goat off, right?
Sliding his hands up and down the extensive area of Thomas' cock got the larger male breathing heavier once more, and Rigby still remained partly stunned, amazed by the dick's sheer size, carefully watching as the foreskin shifted underneath his strokes.
"Am I allowed-" Thomas huffed, trying his best to look Rigby's puzzled face in the eyes, "Am I allowed to get you a little dirty?" the goat asked thoughtfully.
Rigby just simply nodded, continuing his process of milking the goat's dick. The fact that the raccoon felt the need to use both hands only made it more clear to him how small he was compared to this thing. The fur on Rigby's paws was completely drenched, basically soaking up all the precum coating Thomas' dick like a rag. The musky smell of it all was about to send Rigby over the edge as well. It'd been days since he'd allowed himself the luxury of masturbating, having told himself to wait for this exact moment. And how happy he was that he did. Though, it was unfortunate that all these hormones would be wasted in just stroking Thomas' tool. Well, not a waste, but- there were obviously other things Rigby would prefer to do.
Still, the raccoon's erection stood tall and hard in excitement and begging for attention, but there wasn't time to waste. Rigby was too focused on using his hands to massage Thomas' massive manhood to even begin thinking about himself. He was too busy wanting more.
Rigby leaned forward, sticking out his tongue and pressing his face against the bovine's cock, licking up the thick coat of precum as well as unintentionally pressing his nose into all of it, but he obviously didn't care. The same familiar taste ran through Rigby's mouth, and his craving became unbearable as he lapped away at Thomas more and more.
Maybe it was just this single extra sense of touch or the sight of Rigby completely whoring out that pushed Thomas over the edge, sending hot, thick, sticky load after load skyward and splattering all over the floor, wall, bed, and most certainly Rigby. Strands slowly dripped down from underneath the top bunk while the goat continued to spew his seed. It'd definitely been a couple of days since he'd emptied himself, but even Thomas hadn't seen this big a mess coming. Had he known, the shower would've been his first pick for this activity.
Thomas noticed the mammal in front of him as he uncontrollably shot even more warm, gooey loads against the raccoon's chest, worried about nothing as Rigby didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Good; he was beginning to break. Though, Thomas wasn't one to talk. He'd been the first one to unknowingly crumble and give into masturbating first. But when you have to carry balls of his proportion, you can only keep those loads in for so long.
But to everyone's surprise, Rigby started shooting cum all over himself as well, merely from being drowned in Thomas' seed; not a single touch needed. A hands-free climax felt undeniably odd and clearly pleasurable for the raccoon, but feeling the goat's warm fluid sticking in his fur, running down his dick, and dripping off his balls proved too much of a sensation for him to contain.
"You must've really enjoyed that." Thomas chuckled. At least the striped mammal was beginning to come out of his shell and be a little less shy about getting dirty with Thomas. And the goat was just the same cocky yet lovable douche-bag as before.
Rigby's eyes shifted elsewhere. "I regret not getting a mouthful of it though." the raccoon frowned, running his hand along the goat's half-hardened tool and licking his paw clean of the excess cum it collected.
"In due time." Thomas assured with a wink. As much as his dick was ready to just spring back up and blast another load in Rigby's face, the bovine knew it'd probably be for the best if they both just washed off and changed those sheets on the bed as soon as possible. And despite the raccoon's pleas, Thomas insisted that the two take separate showers, else the goat wouldn't be able to control himself. Too many hormones remained, and Thomas would absolutely dread becoming the one to who begs for sex; that was Rigby's role.
But after all that, everything appeared to have returned to normal, which laid as an odd feeling inside the raccoon's gut. Shouldn't they cuddle or something after that? Maybe oral just wasn't that big a deal to Thomas as it was for his smaller companion. Of course, taking into mind that it had been Rigby's first time having done ANYTHING of that sort with another person, perhaps he was just over thinking things as always.
The goat returned to his top bunk after changing the raccoon's sheets and saying goodnight, and that was that. Rigby lay exhausted on his bed with an admittedly half-hardened manhood underneath. As much as he wanted nothing more than well- more, Rigby decided he needed to be patient for once in his life, knowing the goat would be well worth the wait.
Thomas poked and prodded at the small mammal, gently shaking him awake until two very tired and begrudging eyes looked back into his own. If anything was the most difficult part of all the new aspects of this move-in, it would probably be waking Rigby up in the morning to get ready for work at the park. How the raccoon wasn't used to waking up around this time after years of doing it, the goat would never know. But the same could be said for school students, right? Year after year of waking up early in the morning and it never gets any easier. Sleep's a bitch.
"Wake up dude, gotta get ready for work." the bovine whispered.
Rigby merely grumbled, rolling over away from Thomas and trying to get some more much-needed rest. What was there even to "get ready" for? It's not like the raccoon really had to wake up early in the morning to prepare for what he planned on wearing that day; one of the many benefits of not wearing clothes to begin with. "No." was all the smaller mammal grumbled, just as whiny as ever.
"Fine, more breakfast for me." Thomas chuckled, heading off into the kitchen.
Breakfast? There was no way in hell that Thomas was even capable of cooking a decent meal in Rigby's head, but regardless of that, whatever he had brewing in the kitchen smelled pretty damn good around now, and the mammal's growing stomach couldn't do anything but agree with that thought.
Rigby felt as if they were already like some sort of old, married couple by now. Of course if that meant he would have Thomas to take care of and pamper him, the raccoon wouldn't argue in the slightest. Definitely not if it meant he'd get some much-anticipated sex too.
The mammal slid out of bed, tripping over his own mess of clothes on the floor despite his natural sight as a raccoon; man, he'd really let himself go. But anyhow, after some intense cursing, Rigby was at the kitchen's doorway, nearly crawling from his fall like the over-dramatic child he'd always been made out as, for reasons obvious. If there were anything that he had a weak-spot for, it was food, his friend Mordecai, and huge dicks; but not necessarily in that order.
"Uh, good morning?" Thomas welcomed, Rigby only continuing to drag himself across the kitchen floor without a word. The raccoon hadn't been in the kitchen as much as any of the other rooms, shockingly. Mainly because, well, he had no idea where anything was. Plus the refrigerator's generally large height made for a natural mortal enemy. Rigby made some cranky grunts and grumbles to his roommate in return, loading his plate up with all the food left.
"Why'd you make breakfast?" Rigby asked, pulling himself up into a chair across from Thomas at the table with his stacked-high plate of food.
"Well," the goat began with an uncontrollable grin starting to spread across his face, "I figure this is my way of saying thanks for last night. Plus I've probably said it a thousand times, and I'll say it a thousand more; the food here sucks." Thomas laughed. Always laughing, wasn't he?
But Rigby didn't question it a second longer, and chuckled alongside him. Whoa, that really did happen last night then, as hard to imagine as it seemed. One minute he's freezing to death in the dorm room being a crybaby over Thomas and Margaret being friends, then next thing you know, he's curled up in the dude's lap, wearing his clothes. And it didn't even seem necessary to mention that he, ya know, sorta sucked the guy off last night.
"If your hands ever get tired again, feel free to let me know." the raccoon jested.
"Oh, but I wouldn't want to trouble you." Thomas played along.
Rigby spent a good deal of time trying his best to think up a topic, but it proved rather difficult when the same pestilent, toxic thought of the goat and robin together, even merely as friends, clouded his mind with nothing but doubt and anxiety.
"So- er, how do you know Margaret?" Rigby asked suddenly, taking a risky shot in the dark that only made him feel damnably uncomfortable. Thomas just gave the male an odd look.
"What do you mean? She goes here, we're class mates."
"I think what I meant to say was, how well do you know Margaret?" the raccoon corrected.
The bovine let out a sigh, "Is my little buddy getting jealous?" Thomas humored, causing Rigby to nearly spit out his meal in disbelief.
"OF COURSE NOT!" Rigby shrieked, face growing warmer in embarrassment. There was nothing to even be jealous about! Especially when the raccoon was, oh, I dunno, SUCKING HIS DICK JUST THE NIGHT BEFORE. There was nothing about the robin to be envious about, so why had the raccoon even brought up and asked the question in the first place? Sure, it seems stupid now, but only moments ago the curiosity about the topic seemed relevant.
"Pff. Totally are."
"STOP TALKING!" the smaller male demanded.
Thomas rolled his eyes. "Really. That's just it. We're classmates, so we know each other, and I guess you could call us friends." the goat explained, "But aren't you friends with her too thought? Why do you seemed so hung-up on the issue?"
"Friend is a strong word." Rigby took a deep breath.
"Oh, I see." Thomas laughed. By now, the goat had already finished his share of breakfast long ago, leaving Thomas with nothing to do but watch dully as Rigby gluttonously scarfed down his plate of food in mere moments. Jeez, the raccoon sure could fit a lot in his mouth. "I'm guessing it was good?" Thomas asked as the raccoon finished up.
Rigby nodded his head wildly, getting up from his spot. "Yeah, how did you learn to cook?"
"Mom." the goat laughed. That answer probably should've been obvious right from the start.
"Good woman." the raccoon commented, standing on his tip-toes to place his plate into the sink for washing. Oh, right... washing. Who would be doing that? As much as Rigby would feel guilty for making his roommate clean up after him, he also despised washing dishes a great bout as well; as bad as that may make him look. What could he say? Rigby was pretty damn lazy; the prime reason as to him being here in the first place.
Thomas grabbed he's keys off the counter, and the duo was already off to work.
"So... how are things with Thomas?" Mordecai asked, something about his tone making it clear to Rigby that the bird honestly didn't care all that substantially, and why he was even asking it to begin with remained questionable. Mordecai was probably just doing his best to make small talk after how distant the two had been over the past days.
"Good, I guess." the raccoon grinned. Very good, some would say. As much as Rigby wanted to let his avian friend on the sexual scandal between him and the goat last night, the raccoon couldn't confidently say he knew how Mordecai would respond to it all.
The blue jay responded to his friend's smile with one of his own. Things weren't necessarily as enjoyable here at the park without Rigby, leaving Mordecai to try his best at socializing what other characters this place had to offer. And while there was much variety between Benson's aggression, Skips' always stoic personality, Muscle Man's obnoxiousness, and Pops'- well...
Margaret was also out of the picture, the robin making it clear through her distress that she'd be spending many of the upcoming months stuck on campus to catch up on grades she'd allowed to slip from her grasp over weeks of slacking. "Finals will be right around the corner before I even know it." she'd said on the matter, and Mordecai; while not being as educationally pursuing as his robin friend, could understand her dilemma completely.
After ALL that reasoning, there was nobody left for the place that came to mind other than High-Five Ghost and Eileen. However, due to Five's general tendency to hang around the loud, obnoxious, and sweaty Muscle Man like a sidekick of sorts, perhaps the mole would be the better first attempt.
"Dude! Are you even listening?!" Rigby whined.
"Huh?" the blue jay snapped out of his thoughts, "Sorry, what did you say?"
"Thomas has the new game station-" Yup, and Mordecai was already tuning his friend out all over again. Not that the bird had anything against the goat, but it was only natural to hold some spite against the guy for pulling his best friend right out from underneath him, even if it wasn't at all the dude's fault. Ugh. He didn't want to feel negative towards Thomas, but he certainly didn't want to hear countless stories about him either. Though, the blue jay could already feel that this was only the beginning of a series of countless tales about the misadventures shared between Thomas and Rigby.
Oh, and on the topic of Eileen, what to do? How to explain his troubles? It'd surely be easy enough just to waltz down to the coffee shop as he would any day during the girl's hours and stir up a conversation. When in doubt of an interest, Mordecai could just bring up something about Rigby and Eileen would be sure to fall into a fit of captivation; most likely also accompanied by a flood of unwanted chatter. Still, better than nothing.
"Seriously, again?" Rigby groaned.
Mordecai just let out a deep breath, knowing there was no point in even trying to deny his inability to stay focused on whatever boring things Rigby had to say. "Sorry." was all the blue jay murmured back, Rigby shockingly picking up on things quicker than usual. Certainly abnormal of him.
"Dude, something wrong?" the raccoon asked as the taller male just rubbed at the back of his neck; feathers hot from the sweltering heat of the sun. God, stupid sun.
"Not really." Mordecai answered, "Maybe a little thing."
"What?"
"Don't worry." the bird reassured, "Just don't forget with this college charade going on that the park is still your home too." Mordecai explained with a smile.
Rigby stared up at his friend in complete dismay for moment before grinning cheekily as well. "I wont." The raccoon did feel bad about only seeing his best friend the sparse couple of hours that he worked, seeing as how he spent both mornings and nights at the college dorm with Thomas. He'd really just left Mordecai to himself without even considering the guy's feelings.
Then again, Mordecai could take care of himself, and something as dumb and sappy as his friend temporarily moving out wouldn't be sure to phase him, right? Rigby was the weaker link between the two of them, even the raccoon himself would admit that. That being said, it all must only be in the striped mammal's head. There was nothing to worry about.
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