Hands on Lesson
By WaffleSquadron

“That movie is for kids!” Ryan huffed, giving me an exaggerated pout.

“You are a kid.  You might as well enjoy it while it lasts,” I replied.

The little brown and white bunny sulked, but it was kind of hard to take him seriously while he was wearing a neon green cartoon pajama top and a pair of tight white briefs.  Besides that, I’d already spent fifteen minutes scrolling through a seemingly endless expanse of movies to find something that was both interesting and appropriate for a ten year old boy.  I had no idea how my sister managed on her own.  Getting called in to babysit a few times a month seemed to test the limits of my parenting abilities.

I clicked the remote, agreeing to the exorbitant five dollar rental fee, and hoped for the best.  The TV lit up with a vast fantasy landscape, but Ryan kept pouting on the other side of the couch.  His Mom had warned me about this.  Despite still being squarely in preteen territory, Ryan was slowly edging towards sullen adolescence more and more everyday.  

But he wasn’t there yet.  Fifteen minutes after the movie started, and the band of plucky adventurers had set off on their epic quest, I glanced over to see Ryan fully engrossed in the animated adventure.  I wasn’t paying much attention to the screen anymore, content to watch my nephew’s reactions to the action instead.  His moody, almost-teenaged persona had fallen away and he was back to being a kid, at least for a little while.  I smiled as his eyes went wide during the fight scenes, the way he laughed at the antics of the comic relief character, and how he even leaned in closer as the adventurers made a daring escape.

Ten years old is very much a transitional age.  The first stirrings of teenage rebellion can start showing, but the veneer of cute kid is still fully intact.  My sister complained endlessly about Ryan’s attitude problems, how he’d started talking back and acting up.  She’d told me all about how, seemingly overnight, he changed from a cuddly little boy into a monster of a preteen.  But that wasn’t the whole story.  Around me and, most importantly, out of view of his same age friends, Ryan was still very much the adorable cub that I’d known for years.

Speaking of which, I noticed his expression change again as the action on screen took on a more serious tone.  Ryan’s eyes were fixed on TV, wide enough I could see the white around his iris.  His ears were pinned backwards, drooping down his back in a sure sign of distress.  I glanced toward the movie, and noticed that it finally reached the second act and the characters looked to be losing against the evil villian.  

I knew better than to say anything.  Letting a boy know that he looked vulnerable was a sure way to make him shut you out.  Instead, I simply let out a quiet cough and rearranged myself on the far side of the couch.  Resting my arm along the back of the cushions, and leaving an open invitation for him to cuddle, without making it obvious that I knew he wanted a little bit of comforting.  Then I simply waited.

It didn’t take long.  Less than a minute after I leaned back, Ryan was scooting down toward the center of the couch.  He was trying to be subtle, in that entirely unsubtle way young boys are, and only inching closer when it seemed I wasn’t looking.  Of course, he would have known rabbits have excellent peripheral vision.  But I’m pretty sure we were both aware that this was mainly for show, his way of politely asking me not to mention the fact that he wanted to cuddle.

So it came as no surprise that thirty seconds later, I had a warm, fuzzy little bunny boy snuggling up against my side.  I didn’t say anything.  An important part of unspoken agreements was keeping them unspoken.  Instead, I let my arm drop down slowly from the back of the couch, acting like it was a total coincidence that it ended up looped around his body.

Despite clearly wanting to no longer be a little kid, it seemed Ryan still obviously relished some of the perks that came with kid-dom.  I’m sure in a few short years, this kind of physical affection would be unthinkable, but I was content to savor it for the time being.  He pressed himself even tighter to my side, pulling his legs up underneath his body and laying his face against my chest.  I returned the affection by gently stroking my fingers through his fur, running my blunt claws against his side with no particular pattern or destination.

And that's how we watched the movie for the next half an hour or so.  Ryan cuddled up against me, seeming to melt into my side more and more with every breath.  That’s why I noticed right away when Ryan’s breathing started to change.  It started getting faster, and deeper, so that he was giving silent little huffs out of his nostrils.  I lowered my paw to his hip and drew Ryan in closer, assuming he was upset or distressed.

At first, I couldn’t quite make sense of why.  The action on screen was at a fairly low point; the heroes were gathering before some kind of epic confrontation with the villain, but there wasn’t much happening besides dialogue.  But when the romantic music swelled, and the main character kissed his prospective love interest, I started to piece it together.

Adolescence is a weird time for anybody, but for rabbits, even more so.  Puberty still rears its head at basically the same time externally, but that infamous lagomorph libido can start to manifest as early as eight or nine years old.  So while most boys have to worry about random boners around sixth or seventh grade, rabbit boys dread having to stand up in class as early as third grade.  And seeing a particularly romantic kiss was certainly enough of a turn on to make things interesting.

Sure enough, a quick peek downward confirmed my assumption.  An unmistakable little tent was pushing out the front of his white briefs.  And without any real urgency, Ryan was slowly grinding his boner against my side.  To be honest, I was sort of shocked.  My paw stopped petting him, and I could not help but notice my thumb was just barely grazing the side of his rock hard little cock.

Sucking in a breath, I kept my fingers dead still.  I didn’t want to draw attention to my predicament with sudden movement of any kind.  Ryan still seemed absorbed in action, his hips flexing and jamming his rabbithood against me while keeping his eyes squarely focused on the screen.  But something about his motions seemed… odd.  Not that dry humping your uncle was particularly normal, even among bunnies.  But he didn’t seem to have the intentionality I’d expect from a boy actively trying to pleasure himself.  He wasn’t really thrusting or humping, more just pressing his cock into my side and holding it there.

That’s when I realized that maybe he wasn’t trying to pleasure himself, because he didn’t know that was an option.  Ryan was an only child.  That was pretty rare among bunnies, most families had at least a couple kids.  But it also meant he didn’t have any older brothers to show him the ropes, or to catch in compromising positions.  He didn’t have a Dad in his life either.  My sister was an excellent mother, but her taste in men tended toward the unreliable.  It seemed obvious now that she had yet to have The Talk with her son.  I was about the only male role model in Ryan’s life, which meant he probably didn’t even know masturbation existed.

I watched as Ryan straightened his legs out, letting them hang off the couch and rocking his hips to press his boner into my side again.  This time, my thumb made direct contact with his rabbithood, and I did my best to extricate myself from the situation.  Loosening my hug around his side, I started to slide my paw away from his front and out of the danger zone.  Ryan was having none of that.  As soon as my finger moved away, he grabbed onto my paw and pulled it right back into place.  But now instead of simply grazing his erection, my entire palm was sitting directly on top of his steel hard three inches.

It didn’t take a mind reader to figure out what that meant.  Ryan was a boy on the cusp of discovering his sexuality and I was his unwitting partner.  Now he was pressing his erection against my paw with a definite urgency.  His technique was still halting and awkward, but there was a drive behind it that wasn’t there before.  I could feel the heat of his little boner through his undies, the unbelievable stiffness of his short bunnyhood.  

It was oddly nostalgic, bringing me back to my own early childhood explorations with my brothers and friends.  Those frantic, furtive groping sessions under the covers at night, the giggly, nervous excitement of doing something so naughty and so wonderful while hiding from adult supervision.  I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything.  But those same reminiscences made me feel sorry for Ryan.  He had no siblings, and it seemed obvious my sister kept the kid a little too sheltered for other rabbit boys to show him the facts of life.  He was missing out on some pretty formative experiences for an adolescent lagomorph.

So despite my better judgement, I didn’t move my paw.  There was no sense denying the boy his natural instincts; he was going to learn eventually, so it might as well be somewhere safe and non-judgemental.  Hell, I figured it was probably better he learn about this stuff now, before puberty came into full force.  My sister would likely end up a grandmother in her thirties if Ryan wandered blindly into his teen years.

The movie was over; the good guys won and the bad guy was beaten, but with an obvious escape route for any potential sequel.  But as the credits rolled by, Ryan didn’t stop.  He was still grinding himself against my palm shamelessly, almost like he didn’t really understand the implications of his actions.  But he sure seemed to understand that it felt good.  He was really jamming against me now and even through the music on screen, I could hear tiny little grunts forming in the back of his throat.

The credits rolled by, all the way past the “Special Thanks” section until the video ended completely and the online rental screen loaded back up again.  But Ryan didn’t stop.  He was still making short little humps and chasing that feeling for all he was worth.  I had a decision to make; I could sit there motionless, pretending to be quite possibly the most oblivious uncle in the world and hoping he either gave up or reached his peak, or I could take matters into my own paws.  

Ultimately it was my sense of pity that made the decision for me.  I couldn’t stand the thought of Ryan remaining ignorant of his own body, depriving him of unknown years of pleasure just to preserve some silly sense of propriety on my part.  If my nephew really didn’t have anyone else to show him the ropes, then the duty had quite literally fallen into my hands.

“Hey buddy, does that feel good?” I asked, as gently as I could.

Ryan froze up, his hips instantly stopping and his body tensing against my side.

“S-sorry!” he squeaked out.

“It’s ok!” I whispered.  “There’s nothing wrong with feeling good.  But you should really ask permission before doing that kind of thing with someone else.”

“Oh… ok… um… I didn’t really mean to do anything, it’s just…”

“I know.  Sometimes those urges get too strong, huh?” I replied.

Ryan didn’t say anything, he just nodded his head against my side.

“That’s all part of growing up.  You’ll learn different ways to take care of those urges.  Make it so you don’t like you’re going to jump out of your own fur.”

Ryan giggled, the tension in his body starting to fade away.

“Umm… like what kind of ways?” he asked, his hips flexing against my paw once more.

“Well… there’s one thing I can show you, if you want.  Most boys learn about this from a brother or their friends, but I don’t mind teaching you.”

“Can you show me?  It feels like I hafta do something but I don’t know what,” Ryan answered.

“Ok buddy, I’m going to touch you now.  If you don’t like anything we’re going, just tell me and we can stop.”

I started slowly, just pressing my index finger against his tented briefs, running it along the underside of his shaft.  Ryan shivered, pressing his face into my side and letting out a shuddering breath.  He was a sensitive little thing, and this was practically confirming my suspicion that he had no experience with sexual matters at all.  Once it seemed like he’d become accustomed to that level of stimulation, I took hold of his hard little spike through the fabric with my thumb and two fingers.  I began to slowly stroke him, giving his slim three inches a nice introduction of what was to come.  Ryan was letting out quiet little snorts from his nostrils, blowing across my chest and whimpering just loud enough for me to make out.

I felt his cock tensing inside his undies, straining and trying desperately to break free from it’s confines.  I knew there was only one place this was leading, but I needed Ryan to make that call.

“Do you like that?”

Ryan nodded vigorously, gasping and grunting, “Yeah, yeah!  Feels tingly good…”

“Good,” I purred into his ears.  “If you want me to do more, then pull down your undies.  But we can keep doing this if-”

Before I could finish that sentence, Ryan’s paw shot down and yanked the elastic band of his white briefs down.  His hard pink bunnyhood stood up proudly from his groin, throbbing in the low light of the living room.  Hooking the waistband underneath his tight, fuzzy brown balls, Ryan grabbed my paw and placed it directly onto his bare cock.

That seemed to be just about the clearest sign of approval possible, so I didn’t hesitate to continue.  I grabbed his boner, marvelling at how unbelievably hard it was; despite his somewhat diminutive size, there was no question Ryan had a libido too big for his body.  As soon as I started stroking him, he tensed up, straining forward to drive himself against my fingers.  He melted against me, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his face into my side.

I stroked his cock with the tried and true three finger technique.  I figured it was probably best to show Ryan the basics, and let him figure out the more advanced stuff on his own.  From his reaction, it didn’t seem like he minded me keeping it simple.  He was grunting and groaning, as my furred fingers slid up and down his short length.  I felt his breath coming out of his mouth in hot little huffs against my chest, and the tension in his body growing with every pass along his virgin boyhood.  Whenever he flexed his hips to eke out a little more stimulation, I upped the tempo of my stroking, letting Ryan set the pace of his first time.

As it turns out, for a ten year old boy, the correct pace was frantic.  My fingers were flying across his pink bunnyhood, jacking his little dick so quickly my paw became a blur.  Ryan was openly whimpering and whining, any sense of modesty was long discarded as the thrill of his first sexual experience overwhelmed him.  Despite the lewdness of the situation, I couldn’t help thinking how adorable he looked.  There was no question how he was feeling, not guessing if his reaction was for show.  This was Ryan at his most honest, and most vulnerable.  

I knew the end was in sight as the tension in his body started to ramp up quickly.  Ryan’s paws started squeezing into my fur, his dull claws digging into my skin enough that it almost stung.  His breathing became more desperate too, I could feel his chest heaving with short gasps and increasingly loud grunts.  Stroking him as fast as I possibly could, I did my best to push my little nephew over the finish line.  

His rock hard little penis somehow stiffened even more, feeling like actual stone against my paw.  It expanded just a tiny bit more, the first unmistakable sign of impending orgasm.  Instantly, his hips shot forward, locking in place as his cock started throbbing between my fingers, pulsing desperately as Ryan was rocked by the first orgasm of his life.  

“Oh! Ugh uhh mmmmmph mmph mmph!” 

His boyish grunts and high pitched squeaks filled the room.  Ryan’s entire body was rocking and shaking from his release.  His legs shot out straight and his toes splayed open, his skinny stomach tensing so hard it almost looked like he had abs beneath his fur.  I watched his boner dance and flex in the air.  The little thing was going wild, his muscles clamping down in a wild dry orgasm.  It appeared that despite his well developed sexual drive, Ryan was still a little too young to produce any sperm.  But that didn’t seem to lessen his pleasure at all.

Eventually the action slowed.  The frantic pumping and humping tapered off to nothing more than the occasional shiver.  Ryan was left panting next to me on the sofa, all the tension in his body transformed into a boneless relaxation and he gasped for air.  He was heaving and staring forward, his eyes glassy and unfocused while I felt the hard little nail between his legs slowly deflate and slide back into his sheath.

We sat in silence for a few moments until Ryan swallowed hard and managed to croak, “Whoa… that was… oh man…”

“Heh,” I replied.  “Did you feel good?”

“So good… Wow.  I had no idea anything could feel that good.”

“That was called an orgasm.  It’s what happens when you touch your penis the right way, and yeah; it’s pretty much the best feeling in the whole world,” I explained.

“It was kinda scary at first, but then it was like everything felt so good I was going to explode!”

“Yeah that first time can be pretty intense, but you get used to it pretty fast.  Just remember that you can do this whenever you want, but it’s something private that you should only do in private or with somebody you really trust.”

“You mean I can do this by myself?” Ryan asked, unmistakably eagerness in his voice.

I chuckled, and said, “Yep!  That is how to take care of those urges you’re feeling.”  Thinking for a moment, I quickly added, “But you probably shouldn’t tell your Mom I showed you how.  This is sort of a private thing between boys.”

“Hehe, I promise,” Ryan said.  With a yawn and a long blink, he said, “I feel kinda sleepy though.  I think I should go to bed.”

“Took a lot out of you, huh?  That’s ok, buddy.  Hop up and I’ll carry you to bed.”

I stood and Ryan jumped up to wrap his arm around my neck.  I tucked a hand against his rear and hoisted him up.  He was probably a little too big for that anymore, and certainly heavier than I remembered, but I carried him down the hall to his bedroom nonetheless.  I could feel him sleeping against my chest by the time I opened his door, and did my best to slip him under the covers without too much jostling.  Still, as I was walking out of his room I heard a quiet mumbling.

“Uncle Chris?  Thanks for showing me that…”

I was just about to answer when Ryan started snoring softly.  Instead I simply smiled, walking into the hallway and closing the door behind me.