Back at the cabin, George tried desperately to get his mind off Todd. Unfortunately, the more he concentrated on *not concentrating* the more his mind was invaded by images of Todd. As George found his councilors uniform and mindlessly buttoned its tan color, his mind flashed with images of Todd's cock, toned lithe form and the subtle way his balls hung lower under the heat of the shower.
George shook his head. "Gotta concentrate on something, ANYTHING else..." he said, the thought only dredging up more memories, this time of a younger, not yet muscled rabbit, which he knew to be himself, stumbling onto images of fit monkey men on his dad's laptop. Images, he recalled, awakening a confusing feeling, a fascination he couldn't shake off.
Looking past his button up, he realized he'd grown hard, the large cock bobbling slightly as it gently caressed the side of his sheath.
"GHHHH!" he shouted "What is with me!....I-I just gotta get to work....yea, that'll help.'
Grabbing his briefs and pants, he finished dressing as fast as he could, eager to get out of the cabin and away from his foreign thoughts.
'Sides, there's no way I'll possible be able to think over Greyson's constant chatter." he muttered as he grabbed his name tag off his dresser.
GEORGE SWIFTLEGS
Junior Councilor
His expression melted into a scowl. "Surprise, surprise. Not only am I a dang rabbit, I've gotta dang rabbits name!"
Convinced things couldn't get worse, he grabbed the badge and made his way to the mess.