Ollie set the ball back on its tee and hefted his bat onto his shoulder. In his head he heard the crowds of fans roaring, could see the pitcher readying to pitch, feel the heat of expectation of a home-run grand-slam to win the game. 
His head-pitcher threw fast and hard and Ollie smacked the ball off the tee as hard as he could, knocking it over and sending it arcing high over the fence of his backyard…and clear into his grumpy next-door neighbors. 
Ollie winced and dropped his bat into the grass and ran over to the cinderblock wall, trying to jump and grab on to look over, but it was much too high for the little lynx. He pads around to the gate, steps through and scampers off to the front of the house. He scuffs his paw on the ground and reaches up to knock on the door, listening hard to hear if anyone’s home. He knew Mr. Regis worked quite a lot but had never paid much attention to his schedule. 
After a few minutes of waiting he knocked again, and, receiving no response, edged back around to his neighbor’s gate. He nervously unhitched it, poking his gray-furred head through and looking around. He was in a slim alley between the house and the privacy wall so he only got a slight view of the yard closest, but he couldn’t see the ball so he edged further in. He slipped along the wall, hiding in the shade of the house like a mouse until he reached the corner and looked around it. 
Mr. Regis had a huge pool taking up half his yard, and the other half was taken up by a wide swath of grass. But what caught the cub’s attention was the rabbit sitting in an inner-tube in the pool, his big feet resting on the edge to keep him stationary. He seemed to be sleeping, with a wide-brimmed hat pulled down over his face to keep the sun out of his eyes.
Ollie bit his lip and looks around nervously for the ball. He couldn’t see it and didn’t want to wake the rabbit up by asking and admit to trespassing, but didn’t want to just leave it, it was his lucky ball after all!
The cub steped further into the yard, tip-toeing with each, his eyes roaming this way and that over the yard to find his ball. He was halfway past the short end of the pool when he almost jumps out of his skin. “Ya know, kid, its rude to trespass,” a deep voice calls. Ollie looked down and saw the old rabbit lifting the brim of his hat and giving him a look.
“I…I’m sorry Mr. Regis, sir, I was… was practicing tee-ball and… I tried knocking on your door but you… I mean,” the poor cub stuttered, fidgeting terribly and tugging at the hem of his shirt. 
“Easy there kid, I’m not gonna eat ya,” the old rabbit chuckles. “Think I heard it land back that way,” he says, pointing over his shoulder behind the edge of a raised tub. Ollie walked slowly over there, looking over his shoulder at the rabbit who watched him idly. Sure enough, the ball was resting in the grass in the shadow of the tub, hidden from view. 
Thoroughly relieved, the boy grabbed the ball and bounded back over to the rabbit. “Thank you, Mr. Regis, sir! I’m sorry for coming in uninvited though… and hitting my ball in here…”
“Ah, don’t worry about it kid. I’ve been hearing you practicing a lot lately. Gonna be joining baseball?” He asked, crossing his arms over his belly. It was a bit strange, looking down at the lounging rabbit, but the cub didn’t seem to mind.
“Yessir, I’ve been practicing all summer!” He said, sitting down on the hot sidewalk. His view was partially blocked by the rabbit’s big paws, but Mr. Regis shifted them so the boy could still see. 
“Surprised you haven’t knocked your ball into the yard more often then.” The rabbit chuckled and scratches his belly. “Bit warm to be practicing though. Aren’t you a bit hot, kid?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. 
Ollie was indeed quite hot, his shirt was plastered to his slim body. “A bit, but usually when I get too warm I take a break inside. Momma says we need to be careful not to overheat since we moved here!”
“Well she’s right, seems like you’re still more used to colder weather, eh?” The rabbit chuckled. “Why not jump in and cool off for a bit then, kid, I don’t mind. There’s plenty of pool here for the two of us.”
Ollie’s eyes widened as he heard that. “Really? Ya mean it?!” He jumps up, his little bob-tail twitching and wagging furiously… before stopping. “Oh wait… I can’t, my bathing suit ripped last week…”
The rabbit makes a raspberry noise. “Please, kid, we’re both guys. Only suit I wear in here is my birthday suit!” The rabbit shifted, planting his feet on the concrete and lifting himself up a bit, showing that, beneath the water, he was indeed naked. The boy only got a brief glimpse of it, but his…thingy looked weird. “If ya want to of course. Though might be a good idea to tell your momma that you’re gonna be over here swimming.”
“Oh, momma’s at work right now, but she won’t be back for hours. I could leave a note, though…” Ollie bit his lip, torn between wanting to cool off with a nice long swim and not bothering the old rabbit. 
“Go on, kid, I’ll be in for a while longer.” The rabbit lowered his hat once more. Needing no more encouragement, Ollie bolted for the gate and into his own back yard, tossing the ball aside and scampering into the house to write a note to his mother. He left it on the table before grabbing a towel and was back in record time, skidding to a stop by the pool. “Well, that was fast kid, definitely think you’ve got the running part of baseball down at least!” the rabbit said with a chuckle as he lifted his hat brim to look at the boy, kicking off the edge and floating towards the center of the pool. “You can leave your clothes by the gate if you want.”
Ollie’s enthusiasm flagged a bit, he’d never been naked in front of anyone like this before, it felt weird. He set the towel down and slowly slipped off his shirt, revealing his slim, gray furred frame and setting the shirt flat on the concrete to dry. Next came his shorts, and finally, his undies. His hands shook a bit as he slid them down and off. He instinctively covered himself up with his hands and sidled to the edge of the pool. 
“Well? Come on, kid! Go ahead and jump in!” The rabbit called from the other side of the pool, spinning slowly in the current. “Unless… Ah hold on.” The rabbit kicks towards the steps of the pool and climbs out of the tube. He ambled over to a large plastic box near the door and rummaged inside for a minute before pulling out another innertube. 
The old rabbit settled onto a lawn chair and began to inflate the tube, and, as before, Ollie’s eyes are once more drawn to his…thingy. It was long, very long, and thick too, but as the rabbit moved, the tip seemed way floppier than the rest of it… Ollie couldn’t help but look down at his own and compare the two. Being only seven, he didn’t have much down there, but could definitely tell the difference between their equipment, and it made him exceptionally curious about it. 
When the tube was fully inflated, Mr. Regis stood back up and handed the tube to the boy. “There ya go, kid, all yours!” He stepped back into the water and settled onto his own tube with a sigh. Just in the short time out of the water, the old rabbit’s body had started to sweat, and Ollie could smell it on him. 
The boy stepped up to the edge of the pool and dipped a dainty toe into the water, it was nice and cold and made him shiver in anticipation. He hadn’t been swimming in weeks and today was the perfect day for it. He stepped deeper, settling the ring under his armpits and floating, kicking further towards the center of the pool.
As he floated there for a bit, Ollie noticed something odd, that the scent of the pool wasn’t chlorine. “Hey Mr. Regis, why doesn’t your pool smell like…well a pool?”
“Cuz I never much liked the smell of chlorine, so I got a salt water pool instead.” He reached a hand down into the water and squeezed out a spurt of it right at the cub’s head, nailing him right on the cheek. Ollie gasped as a bit got on his tongue, and sure enough it was very salty! “Besides, its way better for the skin and fur, I find, than chemicals, though gotta be sure to drink a lot of water afterwards!” The rabbit chuckled. 
Ollie looked at the water, kicking his paws idly and moving around the pool slowly. It felt weird, slightly slick, but also made him feel much lighter in the water as well. He decided he liked it, and slid out from the tube and into the water. He tried opening his eyes under and, surprisingly enough, could see reasonably well. He kicked off the wall and began swimming under the water, surfacing when he needed, darting this way and that like a silver fish.
Occasionally in his darting motions he caught sight of the rabbit’s…thingy under the water. It sort of floated there in the shadow of his innertube, the floppy bit at the end waving in the current, and a heavy looking sac beneath. Ollie shook his head and darted back to his tube, panting a bit and sighing. “Man, Mr. Regis, you’ve got the best pool!”
The rabbit chuckled. “Ya don’t need to keep calling me Mr. Regis, kid,” he says, kicking off the wall and propelling himself towards the boy. As he nears, he offered a big hand. “The name’s Nathan, but you can call me Nate if ya want.”
“I’m Ollie!” The cub said with a grin, taking the offered hand. His own were naturally large, but even they seemed dwarfed by the rabbits. 
“Nice to meet ya Ollie,” he said with a friendly grin. How could he have ever assumed his neighbor was grumpy! “Anyway kid, I’ll be right back, gotta take a leak.” The rabbit paddled towards the stairs with his hands.
“Do I gotta get out for a bit then?” Ollie asked, used to having adult supervision even in kiddy pools. He slipped out of his tube and climbed out of the pool a bit ahead of the rabbit. 
“Nah, don’t need to worry about that,” Nate replied, standing up out of his tube. Ollie followed after, propelled by curiosity as the man wasn’t going towards the house and gasps as the rabbit walks over to the grass. He’s going to pee outside! Sure enough the rabbit grabbed his thingy and tugged at it a bit. The old man didn’t seem to care much about privacy and let out a deep sigh as a golden spray of pee arced from the floppy bit of his thingy. The spray spread and spit erratically from its floppy covering, soaking everything in a wide arc in front of the rabbit.
Ollie watched, unable to look away as the older man empties his bladder right on the lawn. The sight made the boy feel odd, made his tummy feel funny and his own thingy feel weird as well. He took a slow step forward till he was right beside the rabbit. “Uh…I’ve… I think I’ve…gotta go too…” he mumbled nervously. He tried his hardest to relax; he did feel the need to pee but every time he almost manages to coax the flow out, his eyes were drawn to the old mans spray and he clammed right back up. 
“No need to feel shy, kid, we’re both guys here,” the old rabbit said, patting the boy’s head paternally. “Used to do this with my old man when I was your age too. Though back in those days we were usually out in the woods doin’ this!” He chuckled and, as the flow slows down to a few idle dribbles, he flicks the tip, flinging drops everywhere… including onto poor Ollie. He could feel the drop on his arm, burning like acid in his mind. He should be disgusted, it was pee after all, but he simply didn’t. 
“M…Mr… Mr. Nate?” The cub stammered, biting his lip.
“Yea, kid?” The old rabbit asked, turning towards the boy a bit.
“Why…why does your…thingy look like that?” 
The old rabbit looks down and grins. “Well, my daddy wasn’t a fan of the idea of a process called circumcision. Basically, when cubs like you and I are born, the doctors sometimes take a bit of extra skin off the end of our… thingies. My daddy didn’t want that for me so I still have mine.” The old rabbit looked down critically at Ollie’s crotch. “Looks to me like you’ve still got yours too, kid. Lotta guys nowadays are circumcised. Glad to see you’re like me! ” He reached down and tugged the skin back. It took several rolls as there was so much of it. He set the finger against the tip of his thingy and lets the skin roll back over it, enveloping it well up the digit. “This is what’s called foreskin, kid. Now, when you get older, a lot of your skin tends to get a bit looser.” The rabbit chuckled. “Some skin more than others. Most guy’s my age, even the ones who aren’t circumcised, don’t have this much!”
“Yo…you mean you’ve…you’ve seen other guys…thingies?” Ollie asked, his eyes wide. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the rabbit, teasing his foreskin between his fingers. 
The rabbit looked a bit nervous at that, like he’d said too much. “Ah…once or twice. Listen, kid, forget I mentioned it, ok?” He said and walked back to the pool and flopped onto his tube. Watching the rabbit go, Ollie noticed that his thingy wasn’t quite as… floppy as it was before, the… foreskin was, but not the rest of it. The boy turned back to the lawn, his ears dark red beneath his gray fur. After a few minutes of trying to relax, the boy finally managed to take a pee, sighing in relief. He still felt the weird feeling in his tummy, and his thingy felt tingly as well, but he didn’t know what it meant so he ignored it. 
The boy climbed into his tube, the same way the rabbit was and floated idly. Mr. Nate seemed a bit nervous, twitching and shifting in his tube a bit, occasionally reaching down and shifting something below the water. Ollie’s attention was drawn to the rabbit constantly, every motion he made drew his eyes like a magnet, every breath in sounding like he was going to say something, every faint splash startling him out of half-formed reveries. 
“H…Hey Mr. Nate?” The cub finally working up the courage, kicking a bit till he’s right beside the rabbit.
“Hm?” The rabbit replies, his voice rough and gruff, seemingly much less friendly than before.
“Why… why have you seen other guy’s… thingies?” Ollie asked, his tummy giving a weird flop as the words escape him.
The old rabbit hesitated and looks around the pool, as if they weren’t the only ones in the yard. “Well… I dunno if I should tell ya kid, its kinda… an adult thing.”
“Please? I wanna know though… and momma always says to ask when I don’t know something…” the boy was practically begging now, he wanted, needed to know. 
“Mmff… how old are you, kid?” He asked in a sudden tangent.
“Uh…seven, my birthday was last month.”
“Well happy belated birthday,” the rabbit said without enthusiasm. His toes clenched and flexed idly, seemingly in deep thought. Suddenly the hare grabbed the boy’s innertube and pulled them closer. “Ok kid, I’ll explain it.” He shifted the tubes till the two are facing each other, bracing his big foot paws on Ollies to keep them together. “When you reach a certain age, generally couple of years older than you are now, your body goes through what’s called puberty. This is… a rough time for some boys, your body goes through changes, grows in weird places and you get…urges. For some, these urges are very strong, and as you get older, for some they never get weaker. 
“When two adults have the same urges, they can get together and… ah… relieve their urges.” 
“How…how do they do that?” the boy asked, feeling like he was on the brink of some great revelation or epiphany, his heart pounding.
“Well through a variety of ways. Sometimes just by touching each other’s thingies, or… sometimes licking them, or even doing other things with them.” The rabbit looked distinctly nervous at the line of conversation, but was simply too far to stop now.
“Can… can you show me?”
“Show you! I shouldn’t even be talking about this, kid!” The rabbit said. “But if I don’t explain even this much to you, you’ll go ask your momma and everyone will think I’m planting ideas in your head and… ugh.” The rabbit flopped onto his tube with a sigh, looking up at nothing. 
Ollie looked down, his ears drooping against his head. He didn’t mean to make life harder for the rabbit, he was so nice…
“Fine, come on then. One thing and its gotta be our secret, ok, kid?” The old rabbit grumbled and paddled them to the stairs.
Hearing that Ollie’s ears perk right back up. “Of course, Mr.! I promise!” He holds out his pinky and the old rabbit rolled his eyes but hooked his own into it. As they reach the stairs, Nate slipped out of his tube and stood up. Ollie definitely noticed his thingy was a lot less floppy than before. The two trooped up towards the house, grabbing their towels and quickly drying off. 
Mr. Nate stepped into the house first, holding the door open for the boy who followed after. The interior was dark after the bright morning sun, but his eyes quickly adjusted. “This way kid, in here.” The old rabbit led the way to a room, opening the door and stepping inside.
As soon as the rabbit turned on the light, the boy blinked. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it certainly wasn’t what he saw. The room was dominated by a wide, cube-shaped frame of metal on a slightly raised platform with what looked like a hammock dangling from chains in the middle. The rabbit walks over to it and begins unhooking chains and lowering them down a bit further for an unknown reason. When he was done he grunted, looking over at the little boy. “Remember kid, our secret.”
Ollie just nodded, very, very nervous. The room was surrounded by shelves and stands and chairs that had no identifiable purpose to the boy, but were covered in objects that seemed to have some special purpose. The rabbit stepped closer and lifts the boy up, seemingly without much trouble and set him into the hammock, shifting him a bit so that his butt was almost hanging off the edge. 
“If you want me to stop, if you don’t like anything I’m doing, or if you’re scared, tell me, ok kid?” He said, looking the boy directly in the eye. “If you don’t like it, say ‘baseball’ and we’ll stop. That’s what’s called a safe-word, and that’s one of the important things for adults games.” Ollie nodded again, not trusting himself to speak. 
The rabbit walked over to a shelf and pulls off several things, four straps of dark leather and a small bottle of…something. “Now, lift up your feet, kid.” The boy complied, his tummy feeling alive with butterflies by then, he was so nervous and excited, he almost didn’t register before complying. The rabbit wrapped the bands of leather around the cub’s ankles and hooked them to the chains supporting the hammock, lifting them up high. Instinctively the boy tugs against them, making the hammock sway a bit, but he was stuck. It made him feel…funny, but not scared.
Next the boy’s wrists were wrapped and attached likewise above his head. He shudders a bit but doesn’t say anything. He was now laying flat in the hammock, arms and legs pointed towards the ceiling, his slightly damp body on display to the older male. Nate looked the boy over from head to toe, his foot tapping the floor idly as he licked his lips. 
“Lets start simple kid, while in this room, call me Sir, ok?” He pulls a rod hanging off a hook on the frame, the tip had a flat spade of leather. 
“O…Ok Mr.” The boy yelped as the spade of leather smacks his thigh. It didn’t hurt, but it did startle him quite badly. 
“I said. In this room, call me Sir.” The voice sounded like papa when he’d done something wrong, and the boy’s ears flattened against his head.
“Y…Yes sir,” he mumbled. 
“Good, a quick learner.” The rabbit stepped slowly around the frame, Ollie following him with his eyes, nervously. He still had the rod in hand and was lightly slapping it against his palm. “Now, you seemed quite interested in my… thingy.” The rabbit turned and looked down at the boy, smirking slightly and showing off buck teeth. “I suppose you should be given the chance to explore.” From his position, laid out in the hammock, the boy’s eyes were on a level with the rabbit’s belly button, but as soon as the older male stepped up onto the platform, his view was dominated by the old mans thingy. It seemed to be very stiff now, everywhere except the foreskin, which flopped and wobbled with every bounce or twitch the rabbit made.
“This, boy, is called a cock, not a thingy, not a peepee; boy’s have those, men have cocks.” The rabbit reached up and unhooks the boy’s wrists from the chains, but leaving the cuffs on. “You may touch and explore, boy,” the rabbit commanded. Instinctively the boy reached out and grips the older man’s…cock. It was hard as a rock, but strange, the skin slid back and forth easily, and the boy stroked it back and forth with both hands. It was incredibly thick, and long enough for the boy to need both hands to envelope it. 
“Mmmm, doing good boy, how’s it feel?” the rabbit asked, watching the little cub’s hands working over his cock. It felt wrong, it WAS wrong, but he couldn’t deny it felt amazing to have the cub teasing him like this.
“it feels funny… thick and twitchy-“ his words were cut off by another light slap to his thigh with the rod, and quickly added, “sir.” 
“I promise, boy, it feels better for me. One day you’ll be this big yourself, and you’ll be able to play adult games like this too.” He brought the rod down once more, not to slap at the boy who tenses up instinctively, but to stroke it over the boy’s own…cock. A ripple of pleasure coursed through the boy, making him gasp and shudder. “Mmmm, sensitive. Might be fun to tease you some more…” he mumbled quietly. 
Ollie let out a quiet meow, a noise he’d never known himself to make as the rabbit traced the rod across his cock once more. His toes clenched and flexed as he was teased by the smooth tip of the rod. He was so invested in the feeling of it, he almost missed it as a blob of something clear oozed out from the older man’s foreskin. He watched it drop and splat audibly on the floor, a long strand of it connecting for a bit before breaking.
“S…sir? Is that…is that pee?” the boy asked, cautious to use the title.
“No, boy, that’s pre. When you’re older, your body makes that when your cock gets hard. Some men produce a lot, some just a little.” The old rabbit smirked and reaches down, brushing the boy’s hands off his dick and giving it a squeeze, causing another healthy sized blob of it to form at the tip. He lifts up onto tip toe and says, “I’m one of those that makes a lot. Now open wide, boy!” He commanded firmly as the blob slowly dropped downwards, landing right on the boy’s tongue. 
Ollie felt the hot fluid land and closed his mouth, rubbing it against the roof of his mouth instinctively to taste it. It felt slimy, slick and tasted salty but…delicious. He wanted more! The boy opened wide again for another drop, one which the old rabbit was more than happy to provide, though instead of simply squeezing it out, he settles the whole tip of his dick into the boy’s maw. 
“Slide your tongue under the foreskin, boy, that’ll give you plenty to taste!” The boy complied immediately, letting out another whine as he worships the older mans dick with his mouth, swallowing down the pre greedily as he suckled and nibbled at the copious overhang.
“Ngff…fuck yea kid, doing great, but this isn’t the best that men can do together!” The old rabbit pulled back, a long strand of drool and pre connecting the boy’s lips to the old man’s package. As he pulled away, the boy noticed his face smelled strongly of the older male, filling his head with fog and his belly with even more butterflies than ever. He loved that smell!
Nate set the boy’s arms back up, tying them to the chain once more before walking back around to stand at the other end of the cub. “Mmmm, now there’s a few things I can do with you, boy, I can finish up in your mouth, or I can let you stroke me to completion, but while I have you here now, I want to take your virginity,  and I want to make you remember it forever!” The old rabbit smirked and does something that the boy was NOT expecting, he dropped to his knees on the floor. The boy looks down and arches back, gasping as he feels something hot and velvety against his butt hole. It felt so strange that ripples and tingles of…something run up his body from the contact, making him squirm and tug at the bindings. 
Nate smirked and spread the boy’s cheeks further, tasting the salt of the pool on his fur and the barest hint of musk that would get stronger as the boy grew. It made the rabbits dick bounce and twitch in anticipation. He licked and worked his tongue against the kids virginal hole, reanointing his tongue with drool often and working it deeper inside. He was never a devil-may-care top, but this boy needed nurturing for his first time, and he was certainly lavishing the best of his abilities on getting the boy ready for what was to come.
Ollie was in a very strange place between heaven and earth, the sensations making his head fuzzy and eyes clench, so close to tickling but not quite. He couldn’t describe it as hell either because he never wanted this feeling to end, but it felt… like it wasn’t enough, like he needed more. 
Before long, the rabbits tongue was digging deep into Ollie’s hole, licking and lapping around inside, getting it nice and slick and relaxed, but the old man knew from experience it wouldn’t be nearly enough, though it was a start. He pulled his tongue free and instead inserted a finger before the boy could clench up against it. He’d been fondling his dick occasionally while rimming the boy, and his fingers were very well slicked with pre so it slid in smoothly.
At Ollie’s whine, Nate stopped immediately. “Doing ok there, kid? Need me to go slower?”
The boy shook his head, panting. “N…no sir, it fe…feels weird, that’s all,” he replied, his words devolving into a groan as the hare angled the finger upwards, rubbing and stroking the boy’s prostate. He could feel it pulsing inside and gently stroked over it with his thick digit as he tugged this way and that at the boy’s ring. 
“Wh…what’re….you doing?” The boy asked, his body spasming in the throes of pleasure as his pleasure-button is pressed. 
“Teasing your prostate. Guys have this little gland inside their butts that, for some, makes them feel very very good.” The old rabbit smirked and gave a nice poke to the boy’s, watching his body spasm. “Seems like you’re one of them, a natural born bottom!” The old man slowly withdrew the finger, leaving the boy panting and limp on the hammock. “But still not enough, methinks.” The older male walked back around to the boy’s head and lifts the hammock up slightly, making the boy recline instead of laying flat so he could see the older male more clearly. 
“Now, clearly you don’t know what these are, so I’m going to tell you, boy,” the rabbit says, shaking a little bottle, causing a quiet rattling noise. It was small and brown, and was almost completely hidden in the mans hand. “These are poppers, when I tell you to, I want you to take a nice deep sniff of them and hold it for a bit, then let them out. You’ll feel very weird for a minute afterwards, but trust me, you’ll thank me for it.” He moved around to the boy’s rear once more, pulling another bottle from a holster on the frame and soaking his dick in its clear contents. The old man stroked and rubbed himself, filling the air with lewd squelches and slick noises before sliding an even more slippery finger into the boy’s butt.
With practiced ease, he unscrewed the cap one handed on the little brown bottle of poppers and held it under one of Ollie’s nostrils, pressing his thumb to the other. “Sniff, boy!” He commanded, and the boy complied immediately.
It was a very strange smell, like nail-polish remover or paint thinner or something, very chemically scented. The boy inhaled it slowly, filling his lungs with the poppers before the bottle is pulled away. “Now hold it.” Ollie held it and slowly a strange warmth filled his head, his blood began pounding in his ears and his thoughts went strangely fuzzy. He could feel his body relaxing in the throes of that strange, timeless sensation. Words didn’t mean anything to him, so it took a second for the rabbit’s command of “release” to percolate through his dispersed consciousness. As he exhaled, he feels something huge pressing against, and slowly slide into his hole. It stretched him wide, made him ache in a very detached way, but the feeling of fullness, the feeling of slick wetness filling him up made the cub squirm in luxuriant pleasure. 
The boy’s world had ceased to be Ollie, and had become whatever that huge, stretching something was pushing its way inside him. He could feel it twitch as it sunk slowly deeper inside, making the boy shudder and squirm, his toes clenching, his hands gripping the chain instinctively as if grasping a hand-hold of sanity, and then, slowly, the feeling receded, leaving him panting, limp and very confused. 
Ollie looked up at the rabbit who was grinning down at him, his hips pressed against the boy’s rump. “Told ya you’d appreciate it. It would’ve taken me way longer to get inside ya if I hadn’t given ya a sniff o’ those!” The rabbit leans down over the boy and lets out a rumble. “Fuck though, you feel divine, boy!” He slowly pulled his hips back, causing the cub to mewl and whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness in his belly, it felt so good to be so full! 
“Tell me if ya need another sniff, kid,” the rabbit daddy says as he thrust forward, slowly. The feeling made his body ache strangely, but as he settled in once more, an intense ripple of pleasure rushed through him, washing away the pain. 
“Ngff…another… another sir,” the boy groaned, and the old man complied, holding it up to the boy’s nose once more. He could feel the boy’s body relaxing around him, almost feel it dragging him in as he slowly began to work into a rhythm of fucking the cub. God he wouldn’t last long like this, but he wanted the boy to feel the joys and pleasures another man could bring. 
The boy’s hole quivered and flexed over his thick dick as the rabbit worked into a steady rhythm, thrusting in smoothly, withdrawing slowly, his heavy balls slapping against that adorable little bob-tail of his. Sweat was soon beading off the rabbit’s fur, filling the air around them both with the scent of masculinity and lust, and the boy was alternating between a fog of chemicals and a fog of the rabbit’s musk. 
The old hare wasn’t done though, he screwed the cap on the bottle after giving the boy one last hit and sets it in a holster on the frame. With both hands, he grazes his dull claws along the boy’s belly, slowly at first, coaxing a muscular quivering in the boy’s belly before beginning to tickle more firmly. At first the boy bit his lip and squirmed against the bindings, but soon was giggling uncontrollably. 
He’d let the boy breathe and relax for a bit, let his pulse and breathing slow a bit before he continued, always watching for any sign that the boy wasn’t enjoying or wanted it to stop, but the boy stayed strong, his body squirming and twitching as he fights the bindings instinctively. 
The old rabbit’s eyes were drawn constantly to the cub’s footpaws, flexing and twitching in the bindings like the rest of him, the pads wrinkling every time and making the old rabbit drool. He’d always had an interest in paws, mostly his own, but occasionally when he had someone in the sling he’d indulge himself and worship their paws while plowing their holes, and now, the rabbit simply couldn’t resist. He lunged forward and began lapping and licking at the boy’s toes, flicking his tongue between, tasting and savoring the salt of the pool on the soft pads, growling at the tight squeeze of the still-spasming cub’s toes around his tongue. God this was heaven! 
The old man growled quietly as he fucked all the while, he could feel the spasmodic squeezing and flexing around his dick as the boy laughed and squirmed, the random flexes driving him wild, and knew he wouldn’t last. He stopped the tickling and leans down, looking the boy in the eye. “You wanted…to know how adults… relieve their urges?” He growled, his voice deep and dominant, holding next to nothing of the kind, caring, friendly neighbor who’d invited the boy to swim. 
“Well here…it comes!” The rabbit snarled and began thrusting fiercely at the boy’s hole, his body spasming and arching as his orgasm hit hard, sending something hot and wet into the boy’s hole. He could feel it, the wetness spreading and forcing deeper as the old man’s piston-like thrusts, but before too long the sensation was too much. He’d noticed something was building inside him, a weird tingling feeling in his balls and…cock that got worse and worse as the old rabbit was thrusting into him, building to a frightening crescendo he’d never experienced before. 
But as soon as he hit that peak, he was hooked. The boy arched back and let out a yowl as his own orgasm hit, his very first, making his little cock twitch and bounce and his body clench and spasm in a seemingly never-ending wave of pleasure. The rabbit’s thrusts seemed to carry the wave further and further, the hot wetness in his hole making even the ache enjoyable, let alone the drug and musk still fogging the poor boy’s brain. 
It was a long time before both were finished, leaving them both panting, sweating and exhausted. Ollie lay there, dazed and spent, dangling from the bindings and twitching occasionally in the afterglow and ripples of sensation from the furious tickling he’d received.
Nate gripped the chains, leaning down and smiling at the boy. “Damn kid…took that…like a champ!” He said between heavy pants. “Usually takes me… plenty of poppers to cum that hard, but you managed to make me pop without!” He chuckled and reached up to undo the boy’s bindings. Ollie was too limp to resist, even if he’d wanted to, and as the old man wraps his sweaty arms around the boy, nuzzled quietly into his sweaty chest. Nate turned around and settled into the hammock, laying the boy on his chest with a contented rumble. 
They lay there for a while till they both recover, idly swinging, both grappling with what they’d experienced and themselves. Ollie slowly sat up, bracing his hands on the older gentlemans chest and lifting up, taking the sight of him fully for perhaps the first time. He was sandy colored, with chest and down a light cream color that ended just behind his cock. His eyes were a deep green and a slight smile tugged at his lips. His body was thick, looking rather like his grandfather.
“That was… incredible, sir!” the boy breathed, hardely trusting himself to speak. 
“That’s just one of the things you can do with other guys, kid.” The old man chuckled, planting a big hand on the boy’s rump and slowly withdrawing his softening member, making both grunt as it slipped free. 
Ollie stayed there, straddling the old man’s lap and blushing deeply. “Do…do you think we could do more…sir?” He asked, tentatively. 
The rabbit grinned. “Oh yeah kid. But not today, today we need to get cleaned up.” The rabbit stood up, setting the boy on his feet and helping him off the stand by holding his hand. Both seemed shaky in the extreme as they walked across the way to a large bathroom. As they walked, Ollie reached back and felt his hole; it was leaking something sticky and white. Nate noticed and grabbed the cub’s hand and licks a bit of it off shamelessly. “Go on kid, give it a taste. This is what men make when they get older, this is called cum. Some guys love the taste of it, some hate it.” The rabbit chuckles and turns on the water in the shower.
Ollie looks at his messy fingers hesitantly before tentatively licking a finger. The fluid was slick and quite bitter, but also salty. He licked a bit more as he tried to decide if he liked it or not. 
Nate chuckled and ruffled the boy’s ears. “Its an acquired taste for some kid, if you don’t like it its not a problem.” He stepped into the shower and pulled the boy in as well, blocking the spray of water with his broad back. “This though, I think you’ll like.” He gripped his dick and tugged the foreskin back, revealing the wide mushroom head hidden beneath and, with a sigh, a golden spray of pee arced from his tip and hit the boy’s neck, running down his chest and over his belly. Ollie gasped and blushed deeply, but managed to catch a bit of it on his tongue. It was salty, and strangely reminded him of popcorn, but the boy couldn’t deny the flavor was good, and the fact that it was from the handsome rabbit… he couldn’t help but drop down to his knees and open his muzzle wide, catching the spray and gulping big muzzle-fulls down.
This time the old rabbit finished quickly, but the boy’s belly felt pleasantly full as he slapped the last few drops against his cheek. “Mmmm, that’s it boy. Luckily I’m no wolf, else the scent would stick to ya like crazy, but I’m still a sucker for marking my territory.” He pulled the cub up and pulls the shower head down to spray the gold fluids off his fur, scrubbing some shampoo in to hide the scent of his piss. 
Ollie moaned quietly as the old rabbit explored his body with his thick hands, tracing over his slim form, scrubbing the scents and evidence of their interactions. When he was completely clean, Ollie took the soap and began returning the favor, his little hands roaming over the older man’s body, scrubbing the soap into his soft fur. The old man wasn’t much taller than him, but he seemed to fill the shower stall far more than the boy. Ollie paid extra attention to the older man’s package, hefting those big balls with his little hands and stroking his soft cock while looking up to be sure he was doing it right. 
Nate smiled and stroked the cub’s head, rumbling as the boy explored his new friend’s body. He thoroughly approved of the boy’s curiosity, even after the deed was done, and shifted this way and that to give him better access, even as the kid slides between his legs to inspect his hole. He was by no means a virgin, and had taken many turns in his sling as well. “s…sir?” 
“Yea, kid?”
“W…when I’m older…can I do that to you too?” He asked nervously, looking up at the rabbit. 
The rabbit smirks and lifted the cub up onto his feet once more. “Boy, you can bet your ass I’d want you to. Till then though, gotta get you practice in taking it first, least till ya grow up, some!” He winked a green eye at the boy and leaned down, kissing him full on the lips. “Call me Nate though kid, only in there am I Sir.” He turned off the water and began drying off. The sun was only just passing the height outside as he led the way to the back door. “I’d love to have ya over again sometime, kid. Feel free to tell your momma that I’d be fine with babysitting ya during the day so you can go swimming, ok?” He chuckled and ruffled the kids’ ears as he sidled into his undies. “Though don’t let on about the fun we had, ok?”
“I got it sir! Thank you!” Suddenly the boy’s arms were around the rabbit’s chest and he blinked a bit before smiling and hugging the boy right back. They still had a long summer ahead of them, and he planned on making the absolute best of it!