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This story was written for Silvergatomon as part of my patreon request days for May. It contains M/Solo masturbation involving a consenting adult male. :3

No Worries, No Waiting

Timon hated waiting around. The meerkat loved to relax, to enjoy free time doing absolutely nothing, but when he had something he wanted to do or had planned on doing, there were very few things that could keep him from achieving those goals. Heavy rain, unfortunately, was one of them.

"Great. Perfect! Pumbaa and Simba are probably out there right now at the rock pile enjoying an all you can eat grub buffet, but here I am trying to keep my fur dry. What a mook!"

Even now, alone, Timon didn't speak the real reason why he had taken shelter in this dry little natural cavern beneath some large tree roots. Maybe he'd just told the lie so many times it came to his lips easier than the truth, or maybe he was just afraid that someone else, some random jungle dweller or indeed his two closest friends, might hear him. Either way, he kept the truth of his fear of being caught in such downpours as this to himself, and instead fell back on a far more reliable and endless source of strength.

He stopped, took a deep breath, and let it out again with a loud whoosh as he deflated his cheeks with his hands. He rubbed his eyes. He stroked and fondled his ears for a moment, and then brushed down the length of his furred body as though preparing to present himself to a crowd.

"Hakuna matata, Timon. C'mon. No worries here. Just us meerkats."

He looked around for someone to laugh at his joke, but sagged slightly as reality came rushing back and he realised that he was alone.

Then, all of a sudden, he stood bolt upright again. His eyes widened, and as a smile curled at the corners of his mouth the meerkat felt his cheeks flushing red.

He was alone.

All alone. And considering how close he, Simba and Pumbaa were in their daily lives, that was quite honestly something of a rarity. They ate together. They slept together. They bathed... however rarely... together. They joked and laughed and occasionally cried together. But, of all the things they did do together, there was something that they didn't do. And as a result, there was something which Timon didn't get to do nearly as often as he otherwise might have liked.

The meerkat looked down, and moaned under his breath as he saw his body already responding to the thoughts which had crossed his mind mere seconds ago. He was getting hard. His cock was swelling outward from its compact sheath, and with each passing moment he could feel his body readying itself, eagerly anticipating something it hadn't been able to indulge in for almost a week since the last time Timon had found himself with a few minutes of privacy to spare.

Moving to the back of the little dry hollow, not to get further from the rain but simply to provide himself with something against which to lean and relax, Timon bent over just enough so that his long, lithe body could be indulged. His arms reached out, one wrapping itself eagerly around his cock and immediately beginning to stroke at a fairly swift pace while the other reached lower still, aiming to fondle his balls, aching and eager for release now that his body had signalled the commencement of proceedings. He stroked and groped. He rubbed himself and squeezed ever so carefully at his balls with one slightly trembling hand. Soon he began to gasp and breathe more heavily, and not long after that short but audible moans began to ring out over the constant drumming of the heavy rain through the forest canopy all around.

Closing his eyes, Timon thought of nothing. At least at first his brain was entirely focused and content simply relishing the back and forth motion of his hand, the subtle but increasing thrusting of his hips. The act of masturbation, free, uninhibited and uninterrupted. He expected his mind to drift of course, to think of lady meerkats, to think of Pumbaa's rounded rump or even Simba's maned muzzle into which he might more than once have thought of thrusting. But instead, he found himself more and more focused on himself. Not just the mechanics of sex, those could get pretty boring and repetitive after a while, but... truly on him.

His eyes opened, and he looked down at his own cock as he pumped it within his hand. It was a nice cock. A very sexy, and pretty large for a critter of his size, cock. He thought of all the ladies, and more than a few men too, whom he had pleased with it, but not about them directly. He thought of the pleasure they had shared with him. The mouths, the backsides and the pussies who had found themselves wrapped around that length at various points in his life. It was a lucky cock, to have someone as charismatic as him wielding it. And he was a lucky meerkat, to be able to wield such a cock.

With it, he never had to worry about choosing the right time. He never had to think about whether he'd want to enjoy himself or not. The only restriction on his time was the presence of others around him. But more often than not if Timon truly did want to jerk off, he could find the time. He could find the space. And of course, just looking at himself now, it was easy to find the motivation necessary to rapidly bring himself to a state of absolute rapture.

The meerkat's head flopped back upon his shoulders, finally dragging his gaze away from his cock with only moments remaining. The image he had last seen of it however remained etched with perfect clarity within his mind. His hand a blur. The shaft throbbing and straining wildly within his grasp as though fighting for its own freedom, and a near constant stream of rich pre-cum drizzling over his fingers and painting the leaf-littered earth below his curling toes.

It had been one hell of a sight, but it was nothing, nothing compared to the blind and wild ecstasy which soon followed.

Timon wailed, letting loose a cry which rang out through the jungle and sent many an animal either racing for their burrows and nests in fright, or doing the same with reddened cheeks and fantasies of what could possibly have prompted such a pleasure stricken exclamation racing through their minds. He could feel the cum pouring from his cock, feel it pushing its way urgently out in quantities that seemed to be far more than just a week's worth of denied attention and release. He could hear it lashing the ground before him, drumming against the dry leaves in this little hollow even louder than the rain thundering at the jungle floor all around. And of course, there was the pleasure. So much pleasure, erupting not just through his cock but the entirety of his body, invigorating and yet draining him of all energy at once as he rode out those feelings until his body simply could not keep them going any longer.

Then, quiet.

Quiet as Timon's cries ceased, his cum stopped raining down before him, and indeed at almost the exact same moment, the rain beyond stopped as well.

Timon chuckled, and as his eyes fluttered open he seemed to look through the wooden root roof above his head, smiling weakly, happily at the sky beyond the jungle's canopy.

"T-thanks... but... if you wanna keep going for a few minutes more? I... I think I'm gonna just rest here for a bit."

He sank to the ground, eyes glazed and heavy, face fixed with a giddy, lustful grin. He knew that Simba and Pumbaa were waiting for him out there somewhere, but he just couldn't keep his eyes open. And besides, they shouldn't have been worried. If they were, they were doing things wrong.

No worries, not for them, and certainly not for Timon as his head slumped down onto his fluffy chest, sound asleep in the wake of an orgasm which however impromptu had apparently been both sorely needed, and yet well worth waiting for.

By Jeeves

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