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13 Penetrating the Fortress

Geoff was unsettled... restless. He had no plans this morning, no quests, nothing lined up. He wanted to find something—that is, someone—new. Besides, he deserved to be rewarded. He had just scored a bundle of points for his troop. He and Nate would be handling the seating at the Sunday service. Listening to old Sarge’s grumbles had tipped him off to the opportunity. He had to spend some time buttering up the Camp Director, but it paid off. He rested his hands on his hips... well; standing on the HQ landing like this is getting me nowhere. Loads of shouting at the lake; might as well check it out. Water polo, doubtless. Well then, let’s go. Surely there’s somebody who has escaped my notice. I’ll be late arriving—finding a Buddy might be problematic. I could always flirt with Leonard. Oh! That’s right! He stopped in his tracks. He had thought about doing that. What an intriguing idea. He moved forward slowly... better watch from a distance first. He didn’t exactly have a plan. Leonard is a big boy... he requires a big boy plan of action. It might not pan out, of course, but the challenge is irresistible.

Geoff sat at the top of the grassy slope, out of Leonard’s direct line of sight. Hmm. There he is, sitting behind that table, as always... it’s like a fortress. Does he ever stand up, even?

Why do I want to pester Leonard? Well, for one thing, he’s the right age. Geoff always preferred men Ronnie’s age, and Leonard qualified. Those were scarce at a scout camp, sadly—this one, anyway. Geoff guessed that Leonard is probably... twenty-six? No more than twenty-eight. What are his pecs like? There’s no way to tell what his physique is like... he always hides behind that table, all dressed in his Official Blue Waterfront T-shirt. But it’s reasonable to presume he’s in good physical shape... he is the big cheese at the lake, after all. Doesn’t look like he’s gone to seed any... he’s uniquely handsome, actually. His tan is fabulous, above the neck at least.

Hmm. How do I get Leonard out from behind there? I don’t see... aha! I have it—Geoff, you are inspired! He knew exactly what he needed: on the first day, there were two Counselors seated there. All I need is a chair! I know just where to get one. He retraced his steps up the trail and headed for the HQ building. In a few minutes he was going to join Leonard... I’m going into that fortress!

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Leonard was reasonably content today. Bradley had issued the water polo teams their caps at last, so the lifeguards had a more manageable task. Having the new trainees from Lifesaving is a big help too, since the game required its own set of guards. The noise is bothersome, but there’s no way to eliminate it. At least the cheering is confined to the boat dock. The alternate teams seem just as excited about the teams in the water as they are about their own. The roar is mild compared to basketball or football... I can put up with it. The frequent foul ball whistles are a nuisance, but those have become familiar enough to not cause alarm. Well, I should count my blessings... all the organizing and operations are Ben’s responsibility. Jorgensen is to be congratulated for seeing to that.

Leonard panned the swimming area with his field glasses. He did that routinely, just to keep busy. Having to stay on station was a mixed blessing at times. The crowd is down slightly from yesterday... that’s one phenomenon that continued to puzzle. He did not know with any certainty what factors were responsible for the numbers at the lake on any given day. However, his task was to be ready, regardless.

He had toyed with the idea of rotating the duties, but that really wouldn’t work; the head of the command chain really needed to be here, not locked in at a guarding position. He could close the gate at any time and be free to move anywhere he was needed. Besides, I seem to be the only one who can keep track of who is in the water at any given time. His talent for remembering names was uncommon. It wasn’t needed very often, but when or if it was, it was invaluable.

The same ability helped in unofficial ways as well... he got a vicarious pleasure keeping track of the sundry romances that emerged; some lasted more than a single year. That always pleased. Big Tom was his favorite there—he and Nick are closer than usual this summer, too. His second favorite is a new pair from Troop 2. Water polo is eating into it some, though. He swung his glasses over to check: yes, Adam is there, sitting on the dock’s edge. He panned to the right. Who’s out on the platform this morning? Hmm... is that... his view was cut off suddenly. Someone just walked in front of him—

“Hi.” Geoff cheerfully opened the folding chair and deliberately sat directly in Leonard’s field of vision.

Leonard was taken aback. What’s Geoff doing? “Wha...”

“I’ve decided to study your outstanding setup here, Leonard.” Geoff nudged Leonard’s left thigh with his right, forcing him to scoot over and make room. “I’m looking for ideas that I can use with my troop.” Geoff reached for Leonard’s clipboard and slid it close to the edge of the table between them. “I’m sure you’d love to share your professional secrets. Naturally, I’ll give you full credit when I announce my reforms.” Geoff chuckled, as if he was plotting something and Leonard was being let in on it. Leonard’s leg feels very nice.

Leonard blushed. No one had ever asked to do this before—that he could recall, anyway. Hmm. He didn’t have a prepared response to cover this contingency. Well... I suppose... um... there isn’t any reason to refuse. I’m not sure what I can do, though. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came to mind.

“How long have you run things here, anyway?”

“Well...” Leonard didn’t really run things. “This is my fourth year as Waterfront Director, but...”

“Four years!” Geoff raised his eyebrows and patted Leonard on the back. “The powers that be must know a talent when they’ve got one.” He looked at Leonard in the eyes. “Congratulations.” He held the stare for three full seconds.

Leonard was so surprised that he had no reaction at all. Such extravagant praise! Goodness, what exotic eyes!

Geoff used his disarming innocence smile. He glanced at Leonard’s basket on the way to focusing on the clipboard: he approved of Leonard’s shorts. They would show any progress—as it happened. He picked up the clipboard and held it in front of him. He affected a genuine interest.

The cover page was a check-off grid for the Buddy whistles. Three pages of handwritten notes... next was a canoe/rowboat sheet. He flipped the pages with a deliberate eye; maybe I’ll see something I can use to suggest a strategy. Hmm... a list of restricted swimmers... a list of swimming instructors and counselors... a duty roster for the whole camp staff, which ran several pages. There were several sheets of notes after that. A water polo roster was tucked in at the very end. “How do you use this?” Geoff expected Leonard to lean over and show him. He was not disappointed.

Leonard leaned close and pointed to the staff line. “This is who is on duty for the swim period,” He glanced back at Geoff’s face. “These are the scheduled Buddy Check blocks.” He put his finger on the field of squares. “If it is given on time, I fill it in with an X. If it’s early, I use an E, and if it’s late, an L.”

Geoff had slowly, imperceptibly at first, exerted pressure from his right leg against Leonard’s left. Gradually, very gradually, he increased the pressure... how long will I be allowed to keep this up? “What if it’s missed?”

“That has never happened!” Leonard sat back abruptly; he didn’t mention the fact that on more than one occasion, his less than gentle nudge to the backside of a chair guard had made it possible to enter an L instead of a 0.

“What happens to these sheets?” Geoff gave Leonard the wide open eyes of a curious, malleable tenderfoot scout. Ooo-oo. The leg hasn’t moved away.

“Well, they are kept and tabulated. We use them to evaluate the program, and, in some cases, an individual performance.” Leonard’s ego was being massaged, and he enjoyed it. He was taken for granted far too much around here. Having a talented and—ahem—attractive, scout take notice was a very nice surprise.

“I see!” Geoff enthused. “This enables you to speak with knowledge and facts, not general impressions.” Geoff put his right hand on Leonard’s thigh and patted him gently. “Very clever of you!” He made eye contact and gave Leonard a look of admiration. This leg has just the quality I’ve been longing for. Strong, substantial thighs... excellent.

Leonard blushed at once. He had to look away; he sensed that those eyes were... well, dangerous. He recalled the look he had gotten from Geoff the other day, suddenly. He dared not think... well, that would be absurd.

Geoff glanced down to Leonard’s crotch. Oh, yes... we are getting started, aren’t we? “Now, don’t be modest.” Geoff pressed his fingers gently into the skin just below the hem of Leonard’s shorts. “Everyone knows that this swimming center is the very model of efficiency and safety.” He removed his hand reluctantly, and flipped to the canoe/rowboat sheet. He ran his finger down the page slowly.

Leonard felt himself swelling. He wasn’t sure when it had begun. Should I be worried? This is not something he had run into before... I hope it will stop... I don’t want it to get any bigger, please... He was rather enjoying this chat... he looked at Geoff. He’s sitting so close; he observed the flawless texture of his skin. The oriental eyelids are fascinating—and very sexy. Oh dear... I’d better look away.

“What does this sheet do?” Geoff smiled and blinked his eyes sweetly. He leaned over in front of Leonard this time, and renewed the leg contact.

Leonard felt a little warm. He hated to admit it, but he enjoyed the feeling Geoff’s leg gave as it pressed his... maybe he’ll leave it there a while. “Oh...” he hadn’t been paying full attention. “The Merit Badge instructors like to know if any of their boys are doing any special practices. And it’s nice to have this handy without going over to the Buddy Board to check on who’s out there in a boat or canoe at any given time.”

Geoff was getting a hit of his own... what a nice surprise. He liked the feel and the presence Leonard provided... big boys and men always feel and smell better, don’t they? He looked at Leonard directly. “How many awards have they given you?”

“Awards?” Leonard was stopped cold by that question.

“You mean to say that you haven’t been recognized for all this?” Geoff feigned being shocked. “For an outfit that passes out Merit Badges and points every chance they get, I think that’s a disgrace!” He patted Leonard on the back and held his hand there for a count of five. “Hmm. I just may have to write a letter!”

Leonard was at a loss again. Getting an award had never entered his mind. He looked at Geoff gratefully. He hadn’t been praised for a very long time, either... it felt very nice. He felt silly suddenly—he was blushing.

“Don’t be so modest... you do excellent work. The least they could do is give you a certificate to hang on your wall.”

Leonard pictured a framed certificate in his mind. Would it have glass? Hmm. There are a few of those on the wall in Jorgensen’s office. They’re quite handsome. He shifted in his chair unconsciously... he needed to free himself. These shorts aren’t as loose as I need them to be.

Geoff noticed the progress in Leonard’s lap... not quite a third of the way up. It was his experience that a slow grow was almost impossible to halt beyond this point... hmm. Why not allow Leonard the opportunity to show his full potential? Geoff felt reckless suddenly... he regarded the sensation in his groin to be a positive sign. He didn’t know if this was going to go anywhere, but he wouldn’t run from it. His tease had just been reclassified: it had become a possible... a potential project. He fanned his legs involuntarily. It helped free the space that would be needed along his left leg before long.

The Buddy Whistle sounded. Leonard and Geoff looked at each other awkwardly. They hadn’t reckoned on that.

“Can I just scoot down while you do your checking?”

“Certainly. Stay right there. You’re not in the way at all.” Leonard stood up resolutely and scanned the inner left area with his field glasses—that guard was reassigned to water polo duty. What a blessing! Standing up enabled him to shake things loose. He felt his cock drift to the right and head down his leg. Thankfully he had loose underwear on today. As long as he was standing up, it could drift freely without having to be handled directly—handling almost always meant... well, I don’t want that, of all things! He presumed his difficulty had gone unnoticed. He didn’t anticipate that it would become a serious problem now; he expected things to calm down momentarily. Unconsciously, he was thriving on this little visit. He was flattered, of course. Besides, what’s wrong with having a nice cozy chat? He hoped that Geoff would stay for a while... it felt good to have him here.

Geoff bent forward slightly, as if to free Leonard’s field of view. It enabled a more convenient view of developments... he looked over and saw the bulge. Hmm! Now that would be a nice one... he calculated that it would be almost a full eight inches when it was ready to be put into its proper place. Leonard’s size had just qualified him. He was now desirable: in a word, a project. Ooo... it just moved from seven to eight o’clock. The power of suggestion asserted itself: now Geoff had to face the delightful challenge of loosening up some space for his own growing member—not easy, hunched over like this. His binding clothes conspired to speed the process... so be it. He leaned to the right slightly. With any luck, I can help Leonard make an “accidental” brush against me... an overt hand movement would ruin things.

Leonard’s eyes were behaving, at least... he scanned the water to verify that all the arm pairs were where they should be. It was a medium to large-sized crowd this morning... it would take a little time to verify them all. Allowing water polo to ignore the Buddy Whistles was distracting. His mind was not exactly where his eyes were... it wanted to lead him astray. His imagination was starting to wrestle for his attention. It was all very vague... a strange sensation in his stomach didn’t help. Oh! Something brushed against him very lightly. He dare not look. It felt... very nice; perhaps it would happen again... he leaned forward slightly. He snuck a peek down under the binocular lenses. Oh my... he had pressed against Geoff’s shoulder by mistake. It made his situation... well... it was sort of out of his control. Maybe Geoff won’t notice what’s rubb... um, touching his shoulder. Leonard could feel... oh dear: am I still enlarging? This can’t be happening... not being able to touch or adjust is excruciating! Surely Geoff doesn’t realize... he’s facing the other way... umm... how long do I dare keep this pressure? I’ll just see... my, but it feels good! When, oh when will that whistle sound?

Geoff was delighted. He had not expected such solid results so soon. He knew what was pressing against him, but he was smart enough not to let on. He couldn’t move his hand to touch and stroke, nor his face to nuzzle—no point in forcing Leonard to eject him. It’s obviously standing at eleven o’clock now. His own erection was full, and having to stay seated and bending forward made it pulse and protest vigorously. He didn’t know how to take their condition to the next level—namely, acknowledgement and planning. But he knew it was possible. His morning lark may just have become something very nice. He looked up at Leonard just as the whistle blew. He saw the clear outline of Leonard’s erection. He wanted it.

Leonard sat down with some awkwardness. Geoff was still hunched over.

Geoff sat up part way with his hands on his knees. He was smart enough to appear oblivious to Leonard’s condition. “How tall are you, anyway?”

“Uhh... five eleven.” Leonard blushed. He had to swallow; where should I look... I can’t cross my legs: Geoff is sitting too close... oh, of course: arms folded over the lap... that will have to do for now.

Geoff sat back in his chair and fanned his legs briefly to allow his hard-on to point upward... it will be hard for Leonard to avoid noticing. He put his arm on the back of Leonard’s chair. “That’s a good height. I like that height.” He paused. “I’m five feet eight.” He rather preferred his men to be taller than he was. He reached over and ran his finger along the neckline of Leonard’s T-shirt. “Is this one of those annoying tan lines?” He looked at Leonard sympathetically, his finger sliding slowly on Leonard’s skin.

Leonard blushed again... “Umm... I suppose it is.” He did swim with the staff in the morning before swim lessons. Getting a tan wasn’t part of the program. No one had ever asked him such a thing before. He just had a delayed reaction... the sensation of Geoff’s finger touching his neck...

Geoff ran his finger across Leonard’s thigh along the hem of his shorts. “This is too, I suppose.” He bent down to examine the leg more closely. He got a good glimpse of Leonard’s pulsing member. “This isn’t as delicious a color as your face.” He gave the hem of the short pant leg a mischievous nudge to reveal the tan line. He was tempted to poke a finger in, but decided that would be going too far.

Leonard was buzzing. He was conflicted. He was getting rather horny, of all things. He wanted this to stop now, but he wanted it to never stop. He was not equipped for this... what a fine, smooth sensation Geoff’s fingertip conveys... What did he say? Delicious?! No one has ever called me that! He glanced down to his lap: his erection had become so total. Oh dear... has Geoff seen it?

Geoff sat back again. He looked out at the lake and fanned his legs very slowly. He wanted Leonard to see what he had caused. “What a shame... Maybe when camp is over, you can even up your color some.” He shielded his eyes and looked out to the platform. “A few hours out there would do wonders, you know.”

Leonard looked down at the outline in Geoff’s lap. He had an urge to reach for it. It pulsed! Leonard’s heart raced. He couldn’t believe what he was thinking! He pressed his legs together—oh! He looked down... a small wet spot had appeared. He was thrilled and horrified. He had felt the pre-cum emerge.

Geoff turned to look at Leonard. He’s checking on himself—wonderful. Leonard looks quite perfect just now. How can I spirit him up the hill to my supply tent? He swallowed suddenly. He had started to salivate. Oh. That reminded him: lunch wasn’t far off. He reached over and took Leonard’s arm. He pulled the wristwatch over in front of his face. He looked up at Leonard, and shrugged. The swim period would be ending in about fifteen minutes.

“I’ve been a pest long enough.” Geoff had gone as far as he should for the present. He needed to plan out the next step carefully. Indulging himself now would likely spoil everything. “We have to get ready for the crowds.” He gazed into Leonard’s eyes. He returned Leonard’s arm to his lap and pressed it down gently. “Thanks for letting me visit.” Geoff stood up and remained as close as he could... he caused a brief pulse. Leonard had focused on it... excellent. “Maybe we can chat again soon.” He patted Leonard on the shoulder lightly and gave a small ta-ta wave. He walked out of the gate with just a slight swagger... after all, Leonard hadn’t had the opportunity to see his backside yet. That’s where he’s the most welcome. About ten yards up the hill, he turned to wave again... very nice. Leonard is watching. Well, well, well. That’s the right word: this started well... very well indeed. Walking is not helping much right now... I need to run to my camp quickly... might be a shade late for lunch. Some things just couldn’t be helped.

Leonard was not able to comprehend all of this. He knew statements had been made and erections had occurred. He knew that he had about fifteen minutes to calm down. He looked into his lap. He wouldn’t be able to deal with this here or now. What trick could he come up with to make it go down?

Oh... Geoff left the chair behind. Leonard folded it up and tucked it between the table end and the fence. Hmm... maybe I’ll just keep that here a while. A few days, at least. Oh-oh... The water polo whistle! The end of game already? He assumed a crossed leg position where he could cover himself. Fortunately, I’ll be the last to leave. With any luck, I’ll be ready.


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