George tried not to think of Todd and his stupid monkey face just a few faucets down from him. But he ended up turning his eyes in that direction anyway, only to be granted a look at Todd's backside. It was hard to reconcile the lean, lithe form of the teenager in front of him with the dumpy, older, 50 something that was still something of a memory in his head. Todd was even humming away as he washed himself.
George felt his cock spring to attention as his gaze lingered on Todd's sleek muscles, even more visible now that the water plastered his fur to his skin. Broad shoulders, a trim waist.. what was he thinking? He wasn't gay, and he certainly didn't have a thing for Todd. He didn't drool over men, women drooled over him. It had to be the teenage hormones suddenly flooding his body making every little thought sexual. Yeah, that had to be it. And rabbits were known for being horny, right? Right. Just hormones.
Besides, a camp full of kids was hardly the place to start some sort of weird relationship. He looked up under the faucet, letting the water pour over his face. His cock was still rock hard. He needed to think of something else, anything else. He tried to fix the image of the old Todd in his mind, but every time he thought of Todd it was the svelte monkey-boy that kept coming to mind, shattering the old image away.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a few quick pumps then pulling away like he was burned. He needed to get out of there. Maybe if he could get out of the camp things would go back to normal. But, he couldn't just leave, he had a job, and as much as he hated to admit it he like... NO! This was all wrong. He turned once more to look at Todd and saw the other counselor looking right back at him. George had been on the receiving end of that look enough to know what it meant. Not to mention Todd's cock pointing straight out from his red-furred crotch was another obvious hint.
The sound of the shower house's door opening and closing again snapped the pair right out of their mutual staring and back to their showers. "Hey, George, Todd." Came a cheery sounding voice as a tall, nude, otter with a sleek swimmer's build came striding into the room to claim one of the showers.
"Hey, Grayson." Todd responded in a similarly chipper voice as if nothing at all was off. Except George also put a name to Grayson the moment he saw him, even though they had never met. But he could remember working with the guy.
He shut off his shower and without a word grabbed his towel, barely bothering to dry off before he slipped back into his shorts for the walk back to his cabin. Only the sound of Grayson's voice fading behind him as he left the showers. "Something I said?"