It’s a Guy Problem

“I get the urge to jerk off almost every day,” Charlie laughed as he explained in between taking sips of his colorful unicorn Frappuccino. “And sometimes, it’s even more than once a day, it’s exhausting sometimes.” The mouse shook his head and let out a soft sigh, he looked a little defeated after what he said, but when he looked over at his tigress friend to see her staring at him with her jaw hanging halfway down to the ground he began to chuckle. “What? Don’t tell me you don’t ever get the urge to just rub one out, I know for a fact that the whole girls don’t masturbate thing is a myth.” 

His tigress friend was Alex; she was sitting right across from him at one of the small circular tables that were typical at cafés and sipping her own drink, but the colors in her cup were on the tamer side of the Frappuccino spectrum. When Charlie began directing the question she asked him back at her, the sipping rate of her drink increased. After a few seconds of sipping, she pulled her lips off the paper straw cleared her throat. “Well, yeah, it’s not like I never get the urge to do that, but every day? That seems like a lot!” she chuckled, closing her legs together and rubbing her knees against each other nervously as she looked at her little mouse friend. It was hard for Alex not to imagine what her friend’s cock looked like, she knew it was wrong to have those thoughts on her mind, but with the topics of conversation they usually had, it was very difficult not to. Charlie had seen Alex in the nude before when they were getting dressed for a night out, but the feminine mouse boy was very careful about being naked around the tigress, which only further fueled the flames of speculation of his endowment in the feline’s mind. Was he big? Was he small? Was he average? Cut? Uncut? There were so many things she wanted to know, and she could just ask him, but she didn’t want to make things weird between them, even if they openly talked about sex almost all of the time. 

“Every morning, too, right when I wake up.” Charlie chuckled. “And you know, I’m already comfy in bed, it’s easy to just whack at it.” The mouse blushed a little bit as he spoke and continued to sip his drink.

“How hard is it to ignore? Can you just get up and not pay it any mind?” the tigress tilted her head to the side slightly. 

“Of course I can! It’s just a lot easier not to, plus that post-nut-clarity is a great way to start off the day.” Charlie murmured happily, but then he squinted his eyes at his friend. “Do you not know how morning wood works?” he started to chuckle and leaned over the small circular table to get a little closer to her so that she would hear him whisper. “I thought you were a professional sex cat?” The rodent waggled his eyebrows at the fanged feline teasingly. 

Alex rolled her eyes at him and leaned forward too, putting her elbows up on the table and her chin on top of her hands, “I am the pro sex cat, yes, I know that the whole morning wood thing is different for every dude, so I thought I would ask you for your input.” Involuntarily, her eyes darted downward towards Charlie’s lower half and she bit her lip. She let her eyes linger for just long enough for Charlie to notice before she resumed eye contact with him. Her lip bite stayed though. Charlie narrowed his eyes at Alex when he saw her lip bite and her falling gaze. When he realized what was happening, he rolled his eyes and let out a mocking chuckle. 

“Well, for me, it’s every morning. I get a good big and hard greeting.” He waggled his eyebrows at the tigress, intentionally choosing his words to try and get a reaction out of her. Which it definitely did. The mention of a big dick was an easy way to get the tigress’ attention. Her eyes widened a tad and her ears flickered before they perked up high. 

Charlie smirked and took another sip of his unicorn frap, sucking on the straw until there was barely anything left for him to drink, making the familiar sound that straws made as they ran out of liquid to suck. 

‘Shhhccckkkkccckkkkkkk..’

After a few seconds of loudly sipping through his straw, Charlie shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe in a different universe, an Alex is waking up with a massive hard-on every morning too.” He let out a soft giggle and began to twirl his hair with his fingers. He stared into the tigress’s green eyes and watched as she seemed to slip into a bit of a hole and ponder the multiverse. It certainly didn’t help that they were both about to go see the new Spider-Man either. Her green eyes seemed to glow as she stared at Charlie’s empty Starbucks cup that still had remnants of that rainbow drink in it. The longer she stared at it, the more those colors popped, and it felt like she was just melting into those colors. Her pupils dilated and she seemed to drift away. 

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“Beep Beep Beep!” the alarm clock at the side of the bed started to ring, ripping through the room and echoing off the walls into the tiger’s ears that stuck out from the messy pile of blanket. 

“Beep Beep Beep!” it continued to sound, getting louder each time it made that loud high-pitched sound that was designed to wake even the deepest of sleepers. Alex was known to sleep through some alarms that he set, but not with this alarm clock, it was THE ONE that he could never sleep through. 

“Huuuhhhhghggg.” A groan came from the blanket pile as the striped feline returned to the living a breathing world after his 7 hours of slumber. He could barely open his eyes his eyelids were so heavy. “Hmmmhg…” he continued to make noise before he began to flail his arms around at the headboard, trying to find that demon of an alarm clock. He whacked his hand aimlessly until he found a spring-loaded button and slammed his hand down on it as hard as he could. The beeping stopped and the tiger’s arms fell limp back down beside him. His eyelids slowly peeled back to reveal those big and bright green eyes and he stared at the ceiling. With the blanket still covering him from the shoulders down, he was still as comfy as ever, but once his sleep had been disrupted by that damn alarm, there was no chance of going back. 

He had, unfortunately, forgotten to close the blackout curtains all the way before he hopped into bed last night. Thus a chunky amount of god rays leaked into the room and shined an angled light across him and the bed. 

Alex let out a soft sigh and brought his gaze down to look towards the foot of the bed. As his eyes trailed down, he spotted a familiar shape that disrupted the mostly flat spread of the blanket over him. He brought his hands to his face and began rubbing his eyes to clear the groggy haze that clouded his vision. He then blinked a few times and let his eyes readjust, and that’s when he was able to recognize what was going on down there. It was a tent in the middle of his weighted blanket, which was a whole feat on its own! That weighted blanket was no joke, the whole thing weighed nearly 7 kilograms (15 lbs), the fact that his morning wood was able to pitch up a tent with that weight was a testament to its strength. 

Upon seeing his morning wood; the tiger boy pushed himself up to lean on his elbows. The heavy blanket made him do so in a much slower fashion than usual, but he did get there eventually. Perched on his elbows, the blanket fell victim to its advertised “gravity” function, and slowly slipped down his chest, revealing his white fluffy chest tuft, and his small chest. Supple and grope-able, however; not really breasts. He shook his head to fling his messy bed hair around, kicked his legs a few times to get the weighted blanket to scoot further off of him, and watched as the brown sheet of fabric slid off his stomach. It stopped when it came to his tentpole, and he had to do some fancy clenching to get his dick to twitch and pulse just right. 

Twitch. 

Wobble.

Twitch.

Wobble. 

His cock moved up and down slightly, giving the blanket the extra nudges that it needed to slip free from the tip and fall down slow like a woman slipping out of a fancy cocktail dress. Alex’s dick bounced free like a spring-loaded toy and waved back and forth like a tall Tokyo skyscraper during an earthquake. The tiger boy watched as his dick twitched, his eyes focused on the subtle movements it made as blood was continuously pumped into it. His green eyes widened as he stared at his foreskin as it retracted just slightly to expose the slit at the tip of his meat. Even though he was sleeping in an air-conditioned room, he felt hot all over, but it was highly concentrated around his groin area. He brought a hand up to cover one side of his face and groaned again. He felt a tingly sensation run from his white and fuzzy balls. His dick throbbed hard this time, a lot more so than it had done previously. He grit his teeth, brought his other hand up to rest it on his chest, and watched through one eye as it felt like something was traveling from his fuzzy cum-factory orbs, through his shaft, and to the tip of his dick. 

“Hhhhnuuuhhh…” A cute noise escaped his lips, and slowly a bead of translucent precum pushed its way up to the tip and began to make a teenie tiny pool before the sticky liquid oozed out enough for it to be affected by the curvature of his tip and the forces of gravity. The small pool turned into a goopy string that ran down over his foreskin. As it ran down his dick, it reflected the sunlight coming in through his window. It seemed to sparkle a little. His emerald green eyes did the same. 

He knew what he had to do. 

He had to deal with it. It was a guy problem after all.

To be continued... :3c

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Art by Red3Engine 

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