Uncle Paul

	The sun streamed through the window on the sleeping bunny's face as he slowly cracked his eyes open. He had been asleep for most of the morning, sleeping in as he often did on Saturdays. He slowly sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes with his paws. Looking over at his small windup alarm clock, he noticed that he didn't sleep through his favorite Saturday morning cartoon. He through his covers off and sprung up from the bed, hurriedly padding towards the door of his room in his zip up footed pajamas.

	Making his way down the hall to the bathroom, he ran up to the toilet and unzipped the front of his jammies. He looked down his cream colored chest and tummy as the zipper slid down to just below his small sheath. Easing as close to the bowl as he could get, he let loose a stream into the water, relieving his bladder that had filled during night.

	After he finished, he made sure to shake the remaining clinging to the short fur around his sheath opening into the toilet. He zipped his jammies back up and flushed the toilet. He watched the water swirl and slide into the down pipe. For some reason, he always enjoyed watching the water go down. After the sloshing sound unique to the toilet, he went over to the sink.

	Stepping up on the small wooden stool that his parents had for him since he was three. He turned on the sink and dabbed some soap out of the small squirt bottle on beside the faucet and lathered up. He ran his pads under the warm water and rinsed the soap off his paws, and then turned the faucet off before wiping his paws on the hand towel that hung on the wall beside the sink. Before stepping off the stool, he looked at himself in the large mirror on the wall behind the sink.

	His headfur was a dark sandy blond and it was mussed from sleeping. He had a brown patch of fur over his right eye that ran back up along the back side of his right ear about half way up, the rest of his fur was all cream colored. His nose was pink and his distinctive front teeth were still small, his permanent teeth had not yet come in the front. His pajamas were red with a white front, and the sleeves and legs had small classic Indy cars printed all over them.

	As he walked out of the bathroom, the thought of how silly it was to still be wearing little kids pajamas crossed his mind. He was nine years old, he was almost a grown up, so he should be wearing grown up pajamas to bed, or maybe just his unders like his dad did. His wandering mind quickly shifted from nightwear to television as he stepped into the den.

	Hopping up on the couch and sitting Indian style on cushion, he took the remote out of the fold up couch arm and turned on the TV. The large big screen came to life on the news channel that his mother seemed to be so fond of. He quickly changed it to the local broadcast station. He had made it just in time to see the flashy introduction to the show. Replacing the remote in its cubby, he sat and watched the cartoon intently; at least until the intro was over and the show immediately went to a commercial break.

	While he was watching a commercial for some fruit flavored yogurt in a pouch that didn't really interest him, his mother hurriedly walked through the den dressed in a pantsuit while she was putting the finishing touches on her long headfur.

	“Be good for dad, Cody. I'll see you tonight.” She said on her way out the door.

	“'Kay mommy.” Cody replied before turning his attention back to the television.

	Time passed quickly as Cody watched the animated action unfold. Near the end of the show, his dad came into the den dressed only in bathrobe. His fur was all cream colored but lacked any brown patches, and his headfur was also a deep sandy blond like his son's

	“Hey bud, how're you doing this morning?” The slender rabbit asked.

	“Fine dad. Watching Power Rodents.” Cody answered without diverting much attention from the TV.

	“Oh? That's good.” He paused as he walked in front of his son and sat down on the couch beside him. “Paul is coming over.”

	“Mm-hmm. He always does. Every Saturday.” Cody noted.

	“Yep. You haven't told mom, have you?”

	“No, daddy.”

	“Great. Remember bud, it's our father/son secret.”

	“'Kay!” Cody said as he looked at his dad and smiled. “But, can I ask you something?”

	“Sure, kiddo.”

	“Why do I have to keep Uncle Paul's visits secret?”

	His father laid his ears back and frowned a little. After a short while, he looked back at Cody and shook his head.

	“Do you remember when your friend Christopher brought that game over, and the guy in it said all sorts of swear words and you could shoot all those furs and steal the cars?”

	“Oh yes!”

	“Do you remember how mad mommy got when she watched you play it and found out what it about?”

	“Oh … yeah.” Cody said as his ears sagged.

	“She told you that Christopher couldn't couldn't come over any more, but when she was at work and I was here I let him come over?”

	“Yeah, on Wednesdays when you're off work and mommy's still working.” Cody said with a smile.

	“Well, mommy likes Paul about as much as she likes your friend Christopher. If mommy knew Paul came over, she'd get really mad at me, and then I couldn't play with my friend anymore; the same way she doesn't want you playing with Christopher anymore.”

	“Oh. Okay. You can count on me daddy, I'll keep Uncle Paul a secret.”

	“Thanks, kiddo.” His dad said as he put his arm around Cody and hugged him. 

	They sat and watched the show's ending and on into the beginning of the next show. Cody always enjoyed the time on Saturday when his dad would watch cartoons with him, but it never lasted too long. At the first commercial break into the show, the front door opened and a muscular rabbit with silky black fur walked in.

	He stood almost a full head taller than Cody's dad, and always had neatly trimmed headfur and whiskers. His shoulders were broad, and his build was atypical among rabbits. He wore a tight white t-shirt that his muscles bled through, and a loose fitting pair of jeans with a woven leather belt. His shirt was neatly tucked into his pants, and the way he entered the home, you would think that he was the owner the property.

	“Good morning Brad.” He said as he looked at Cody's father and brandished a toothy grin. “And Cody! How's my favorite best friend's only son?”

	“Good, Uncle Paul!” Cody said as he hopped up from the couch.

	The young bunny quickly padded over to the towering rabbit and wrapped his arms around his waist in a hug. Paul chuckled as he returned the hug, and then without warning, scooped up Cody and carried him in a cradle to a large armchair that sat beside the couch. He sat down with the boy easing into his lap, sliding his paws up the small bunny's sides. He quickly rubbed noses with Cody, and then looked at his father.

	“When are you going to let this little guy come play with us?” Paul asked with a smile.

	“Don't even tease like that, Paul.” Brad responded, slightly scowling.

	“You afraid his mommy will be mad? You're so whipped, but that's one of the things I love about you.”

	“Uncle Paul?” The small bunny interjected as he shifted around in the larger rabbit's lap; making room for the growing bulge in his jeans like he always had to when he was in his 'Uncle's' lap. “What kind of games do you and dad play? I can hear you sometimes, and it always sounds like you have fun.”

	“You see?” Paul said as he looked at Brad. “It's only natural for the kid to be curious. Give it a year at most, and he'll be calling me daddy instead of you.”

	Cody's father looked away, frustrated and ashamed. He lowered his ears and shook his head. Finally, after a deep shaky breath, he looked back at the two in the chair.

	“Cody? Why don't you go play in your room and give Paul and I some time to talk.”

	“'Kay.” Cody said as he leaned up and hugged Paul again.

	Paul returned the hug deeply, holding the young bunny close to him and pulling his rear down against the bulge in his jeans. Cody let out a soft giggle as the rough denim pressed up against the underside of his exposed cotton tail. Brad couldn't help but watch the pinned erection of his friend pushing up against his son's backside, and even caught himself licking his lips. When Cody slipped down out of Paul's lap, Brad came to his senses and quickly shrugged off the disgusting feeling that he was aroused by Paul rubbing against his nine year old.

	Cody padded over to his dad and wrapped his arms around his neck. Brad leaned his upper body forward into the hug so that he wouldn't graze his own erection against his son. He quickly kissed Cody on the cheek, and then sent him on his way with a friendly push. As Cody left the den, he overheard Paul saying, “He's going make a nice little bitch, just like his dad.”

	Cody walked to his room door and opened it, but he didn't go in. This Saturday, he was determined to find out what kind of games Uncle Paul and daddy played behind the closed door of the master bedroom. He closed the door loudly so that they could hear it shut in the den, and then looked over his shoulder to see if his dad or Uncle Paul were checking on him. After a short while, he heard voices from the den as his dad and Uncle Paul resumed their conversation.

	The little bunny giggled to himself as he quietly tiptoed down the hall towards his parents' room. He opened the door as quietly as he could and eased himself in. Taking care not to make any noise when he shut the door, he held the handle open while he pushed it gently back into the frame. After he was confident that he made a stealthy entry, he softly padded over to a set of double closet doors along the near wall. The doors had vent slits in them all the way up around the frame, and when he was inside, he could clearly see what was going on in the bedroom without being seen from the outside.

	Opening one of the doors, he slid some of the shirts on the clothes rack to one side so he could stand in the closet without competing with them for the space. He stepped in and closed the closet door behind him, peering out through one of the flimsy wooden vent slits to make sure he had a good view. Content that he was all set to see what games the grown ups play, he eased back and waited.

	Watching the empty room for several minutes, he soon leaned back against some piled winter clothes against the back wall. He looked around the dark closet, trying to find something to occupy his mind; as it was with so many nine year olds, he quickly became bored when idle. When he couldn't really find anything to do, he sighed to himself and laid his head against the wall. He closed his eyes and waited for what seemed like hours for something to happen.

	Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard the bedroom door open. His eyes snapped open and he looked out through the vent to see Uncle Paul walk in the room, followed by his dad who shut the door behind him. Uncle Paul walked over to the bed and sat down on the corner. He heard his dad give out an almost girly giggle as he threw the bathrobe off his shoulders and stood before Uncle Paul completely naked. Cody watched in amazement as his dad turned around and faced the closet door and bent over. His dad then let out a sharp gasp and he squeezed the fur on his thighs in balled fists.

	“Tight little bitch.” He heard Uncle Paul hiss from behind his father.

	He could see Uncle Paul's arm moving behind his dad, slowly rocking back and forth. Cody intently watched as every movement of the large rabbit's arm seemed to make his dad shiver and quake all over. His dad again let out a sharp gasp as Uncle Paul stood up behind him. The large rabbit put his paws on wither side of his dad's rear and forced him to turn to the side.

	With the new side view, Cody could see the bulge in his Uncle's jeans clearly, and it looked bigger than he had ever seen it before. He could also see in his dad's naked form, something that he'd never seen before. Something was coming out of his sheath, something pink that was easing out and getting bigger. Uncle Paul spread his dad's furry rump cheeks apart with his paws and pushed his thumb into his dad's tailhole. His dad moaned deeply as the large thumb was buried as deep as it would go inside of him, and the pink rod on his front side twitched and shot a squirt of clear thick fluid.

	Cody looked at the fluid as it dribbled down, at first thinking that is dad might have just peed on the carpet, but it was stringy, and didn't fall like pee did. The pink rod continued dribble small amounts of the fluid from its tip. After awhile, the pink rod had stopped getting bigger, and was only about as long as his dad's index finger, but was twice as thick. He turned his attention back to his uncle's paw. He was twisting it back and forth, moving his thumb around inside his dad.

	Cody suddenly felt a tingle down in his sheath. He looked down the loose pajama front towards his crotch, but didn't see anything unusual. He quietly unzipped the front of his pajamas until the zipper rested below his sheath. To his surprise, he saw the same pink showing from him that his dad had. He had known for a long time that there was something else, something inside his sheath but he had never seen it come out. It was very small, and flared around the sheath opening.

	He curiously slid a fingerpad over the tip of his small cocklet and was suddenly overcome by an intense feeling rushing from his loins out all over his body. He was barely able to contain a surprised shriek, but he bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes. After letting out a deep and shaky breath, he opened his eyes and looked back down his front side again. He was nearly overcome by the desire to touch himself again, and eased his finger back to the protruding head of his bunnyhood. He was much more gentle this time, letting the electric feeling of pleasure slowly flow through him instead of the sudden burst he had on the first encounter.

	As he played with the new found welcome addition to his anatomy, he looked back out of the closet at his dad and Uncle again. His Uncle had taken his thumb out of his dad, and was unzipping his jeans. What he saw next made his heart skip a beat. The pink maleness slipped out of the fly of Uncle Paul's pants, but it was three times as long as his dad's, and as thick as the little bunny's wrist. His Uncle pushed it up against his dad's backside roughly, and in one motion, forced it in his dad's tailhole as far as it would go. His father let out what seemed to be a painful groan, but as soon as it subsided, he sounded a blissful mutter that quivered along with every inch of his dad's body.

	“Oh, fuck yes!” Uncle Paul hissed again, obviously enjoying what he was doing. “Tight little bunny bitch always feels great.”

	“Gods Paul. You feel so wonderful ...” His dad trailed off as he struggled to stay on his feet. 

	Uncle Paul eased his hips back until the pink shaft was nearly all the way out of his dad, and then he rammed it back in fiercely, causing his dad to moan and shiver. He repeated the process over and over, working up into a frenzy. Cody wrapped his finger and thumb around the tip of his member in an 'O' shape, trying to mimic the round tailhole of his father. His Uncle pounded against his dad as fast as he could, using his tailhole the way Cody noticed that he was using his paw on his little bunnyhood. 

	A short while into the vigorous tryst, his dad began moaning and whining more frequently, and then suddenly, his own rod started squirting fluid again. It was much thicker this time, and shot out in powerful jets. His dad almost collapsed to the floor, but Uncle Paul moved him and laid him face down on the bed, giving Cody a view of his clothed backside bouncing up and down on his naked father.

	“I love it when you cum like a bitch, Brad.” Paul said loudly into the rabbits ear. “Tell me how much you like being my bitch.”

	“Gods, Paul. I love it when you fuck me like a bitch.” His father managed weekly.

	“Tell me how much more you love me than your stupid cunt wife!”

	“I love you Paul. I love you more than I ever could love her.”

	“Tell me why the gods put you here, tell me what your purpose in life is”

	“I'm your bitch. Oh gods, I'm here to be your fuck toy!” His dad cried out.

	“Good little bitch.” Uncle Paul said as he eased up off Cody's father.

	Uncle Paul unfastened his belt and pushed his jeans and underwear to the floor. He kicked them off his feet and eased back over his submissive lover once again. With the same vigor and ferocity, he buried his thick pink rod into Cody's dad's backside again, only this time, Cody could see every single thrust. He watched as Uncle Paul's furry balls slapped against rear over and over. Cody closed his eyes and imagined himself underneath his Uncle, telling him how much he loved him and how much he loved what he was doing to him.

	His eyes shot open again as another new and very unexpected sensation hit him. He felt his little member twitching in his paw, and a sudden rush of blood seemed to flow into his head. His whole body shook like his dad's had done, but nothing came out of his small bunnyhood. He had to pull his paw away from himself, his pink member felt numb and ultra sensitive at the same time. He panted softly as the waves of his first orgasm slowly subsided, and he suddenly knew why his dad liked Uncle Paul so much.

	He opened his eyes slowly and looked down his front. His little pink member was still twitching and pulsing. Cody curiously touched it again, but with drew his paw quickly with a sharp gasp as a small twinge of pain shot through him. His little cocklet, unused to the attention and being rubbed dry had taken a toll. Cody decided it might just be best to watch the events unfold and not continue experimenting with the new sensations for awhile.

	He looked back out the door and watched as his Uncle Paul used his dad's rear mercilessly. Uncle Paul would make snide remarks and demand respect every so often from the submissive rabbit underneath him, and his father would eagerly comply by praising Uncle Paul. Uncle Paul shifted his footing a little, digging the claws on his feet into the carpet as he began thrusting harder, and then with a loud, “I'm cumming!” he pushed deep inside his father's rear and held himself there.

	Cody's dad moaned as he felt the pulses of Uncle Paul's orgasm flow into him, holding the quilt on the bed tightly in his paws as he pressed his rear back against Uncle Paul's body as tightly as he could. Cody watched as his Uncle Paul's furry ball sack twitched, and then with a lewd slurp, a stream of the thick fluid ran down the crack of his dad's rear. Cody's sensitive nose could smell the masculine aroma of Uncle Paul's thick cream, and it made him feel the tingles all over his body again. Cody didn't really understand everything he had seen, but he knew one thing for certain, he wanted to experience every single part of it firsthand.