Scouts at girl camp_New September 19

[Sasberalla22]

Love this story
Please continue it

[TeenFan]

Thanks for liking it, Sasberalla.
This was the first story I wrote when I signed up on this site. There were so few responses I moved on to doing another story...then another
and a new one after that...so on and so forth.

It's my first story of this kind, the first I ever did that focused on ENM theme. I had not written a short story in many many years.
When I look back at it the writing feels almost amateurish due to the long years of rust. I wrote short stories during college back in the 90s.
The characters I liked a lot. They felt very real to me.
Perhaps in the next year I will be able to revisit some of my older stories and add to them.

Have you been a lurker-reader for a while? That story was buried way in the back and you just registered today.

[Sasberalla22]

I've been a long time lurker
But the way girl toys with the boys
The gotcha smile is my favorite line
How they all end up naked mostly without realizing that is amazing
I just like the slow tease the gotcha smile
I've experienced that smile many times it's great
This story always just stuck with me
I prefer the run up before camp because it's just fun and the girl comes out on top with the boys naked
Boxers down
The cup on the penis is hilarious may or may not have experience with that lol
I just like the style tone and it stuck with me
It took me so long to find this story again
Great job 10/10 would read again

[TeenFan]

Writer's Note:
This was my first story here. It never had a proper finish, and this has bugged me off and on over the last couple years. In a week it will
be exactly two years since I started this story. I am going to attempt to put a good second half to it, get it wrapped up.
Re-reading what there is so far won't take up too much of your time. The seven chapters are fairly short ones.
Thank you old and new fans alike. I hope you like the continuation of this, my first ever story on girlspns.
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Scouts At Girl Camp
Chapter 8.


Bogy, Vance, and Ritchie were taken to the Reading Room, to occupy themselves with browsing books. The girls needed some time to work on
what style of loincloth to design as the uniform to be worn by the boys. Surprisingly, it only took half an hour for the three boys to be called
back to the meeting room.

It just so happens that one of the things the camp girls like to do is design costumes and party dresses. They would hold elaborate costume
balls and have competitions for best costume designer. There was plenty of material on hand to work with. When the boys saw their new
uniforms they were shocked at how little materials were used.

Standing next to Mrs. Deener were Amanda, a cute 13 year old, Stacy, who is 12, and of course Dora Deener. Very proudly each girl holds up
to present to one of the boys their very own Camp Bush uniform. They were all basically the same size and made of the same thing, which
looked to be something like imitation deerskin.

"Here is your official uniform, Bogy. I am sure you will like it," Dora says, as she looks right at Bogy, her eyes gleaming, and it sort of looks like
she's having to hold back from laughing.

Bogy also felt like laughing when he took it from the girl's hands. The loincloth was comprised from an elastic stretchable belt adapted to hold
an imitation deerskin piece of cloth. The tan cloth is attached to the front of the loop and at the back of the loop. There are no adjustments
to be made to it. One just slips the thing on and slips it off. One size fits all. The strip of deerskin is six inches wide and two feet long.

The three boys could only step into a hallway to have a moment to slip out of their underwear, or dixie cup, and slip the loincloth on. Then
the boys come out to ecstatic applause as the girls show their support to their new camp mates.

When Bogy puts the loincloth on the belt is barely tight enough around the waist. The loincloth itself is too narrow while being too long in
length. A hint of pubes sticks out on both sides of the material. It's way too loose below the belt and his bits will constantly be in danger of
slipping out one way or another, especially while sitting down or when moving quickly.

The whole configuration reminded Bogy of a movie he'd seen a year or so earlier. It was "Lord of the Flies". The stranded boy's clothes kept
deteriorating, getting smaller as the movie went along. For half the movie the mean character of Jack runs around in ripped up underwear that
could barely keep anything contained. Bogy wondered if the actor had to contend with boo boos of the wardrobe malfunction variety. There
seems to be no doubt about whether or not there will be balls on the loose boo boos with this uniform, as the material hangs down a couple
inches below his balls, won't tuck them up anywhere safely out of sight.

For Vance the looseness of the loincloth is even more of an issue. His balls are of the hang low variety, swinging and a swaying when he walks
around naked, which normally was to and from the showers in the locker room.

For little Ritchie the amount of extra hang of the deerskin material is even greater. It hung down almost to the twelve year old's knees. The
only saving grace was how he has less bulging out the frontside. Bogy bulged out the most, his thicker penis points straight outward even when
soft, and it pushes the deerskin out far enough that anyone could get a glimpse of things merely by standing to his side. If any of the boys was
to pop a boner there is nothing at all to keep the cloth from being pushed out the full length their erection happens to be.

The twenty regular members of Camp Bush are all excitedly talking to each other, commenting on how nicely the new uniforms look on the
guest members. Then the Junior Camp Leader raises her hands to get everyone's attention.

"Hold on...hold on...we have a problem here. There's something wrong with this picture."

Mrs. Deener asks, "What is the issue, Atlanta?"

"There is an issue with the uniforms. Actually, the problem is with one of the new members. I don't think Ritchie can be given a uniform."

[Jeepman89]

Happy to see this continue.

[TeenFan]

Scouts at Girl Camp
Chapter 9. Old Legalese


Bogy looks over at Ritchie. Ritchie glances over at Vance. All three boys turn back to Mrs. Deener as the woman asks the obvious question,
"What is the issue with the uniforms, Atlanta?"

All the girls were chattering happily about how cute the new members look in their new uniforms, but the room gets quiet as everyone waits
to hear what Atlanta has to say. The girls look highly interested. The three boys look confused, having just put on the loincloths and now
there is "An Issue" with the whole thing? Atlanta unrolls on old looking scroll made of parchment paper.

"I remembered something from my previous studies of the original camp charter," Atlanta begins her explanation. "There are a variety of rules
and procedures for determining who can be a member of this organization. There is a clause considering temporary or alternative membership.
And I quote: 'Any person not having passed the required pre-requisites in proving a high level of physical fitness and academic proficiencies in
knowledge of the history and traditions of Camp Bush, shall be considered if such person is deemed fit by the Camp Leader, and seconded by the
Junior Camp Leader may be granted temporary membership if having reached the age of teenship. If such applicant is not of appropriate
age then membership is denied, and all privileges and uniformities are denied, pending subsequent studies and achievements which may deem
the applicant worthy of temporary status.'...end quote."

Little Amanda, ever a curious one, immediately raises her hand, "I have no idea what that means. Somebody explain to me."

Mrs. Deener tells Atlanta to continue, "Please tell us what you interpret that clause to mean."

"The way I read it, any unusual circumstances where we consider temporary membership can be done if they are 13 years old and older. Bogy
and Vance can be given membership and the rights of a member. However, since Ritchie is still twelve, then he can't become a member under
the special dispensations rule. That means Ritchie is still an outsider, not a member. He does not have protected status, no rights and he
cannot wear the camp uniform...or any garment made to be a uniform."

"I see," said Mrs. Deemer, and she takes several steps in the direction of the three boys, every eyeball in the room following her progress.
"I have to admit it. Our Junior Camp Leader is right. I cannot approve your temporary status as a member of the Camp Bush society. I'm
going to have to ask you to remove your uniform."

Ritchie looks down at himself, "Ummm, you mean this thing? I have to take this thing off?"

"Yes Ritchie. You will have to take it off. Please hand it over," and Mrs. Deener holds out her hand.

Ritchie places his hands on the sides of the elastic waistband. His fingers hesitate there, tucked into the band but unwilling to yank the
loincloth down. "But, but what am I supposed to wear?"

"Isn't it obvious? You can't wear our camp uniform, nor can you wear anything that the camp might provide to you. You must only be as you
arrived at this camp. And before you ask, you won't be given that silly little Dixie cup again. Since I gave it to you then you can't use it.
Come on now, no need to be shy. These girls here will give you their sympathies and limited emotional support."

"This isn't fair," Bogy blurts out suddenly. "You can't make a boy scout walk around naked in a girl's camp."

"Sorry, he has no choice in the matter. Remove that uniform or it will be forcibly removed from you," Mrs. Deener continues to hold out
her hand.

Lowering his head first, then lowering the loincloth, Ritchie takes off his uniform, hands it over to the Camp Leader. For the first time since
arriving at Camp Bush, he has no paper cup to cover his penis with, just a small trembling hand.

[Jeepman89]

Hilarious turn of events!

[TeenFan]

Scouts at Girl Camp
Chapter 10. First Dinner in Camp Bush


The laughter was mercifully short lived. Mrs. Deener shushed her girls after a short moment of giggling and snickering.

"Behave yourselves, girls. It's only a twelve year old boy. Nothing to get so worked up over. If Ritchie was wearing one of our Camp Bush
swimsuits, the modest one piece suits, he wouldn't look much different from our other twelve and thirteen year olds."

"You're right. He does look like a girl," Atlanta says, as she pulls Ritchie up close to her. Atlanta pulls out a small hairbrush, and she gets Ritchie's
long brown hair all straightened out and pretty. "With his chubby cheeks, little nubby man boobs topped by those big brown nipples, he'll fit
right in with the rest of the gals. Don't worry about a little teasing, Ritchie. They might bark but they won't bite."

The girls laughed some more, and Mrs. Deener pulls out a whistle, blows it loudly. That got everyone to shut up.

"Attention, now I must go over some important details about the sleeping arrangements. As you might have heard, only one Sleeping Barracks
is open this week. There are 20 beds in the cabin, and we just happen to have exactly 20 girls here this week. The three youngest, smallest
girls will have to double bunk with someone. Stacy, Margot, and Jezebel are our three twelve year olds. You gals work it out who they will
sleep with."

"Hey Stacy, don't you want to sleep with Ritchie? I heard you say he so cute." one of the other young girls shouts out.

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This is what Ritchie looks like, before he lost everything.

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ba/68/e0 ... e34487.jpg

He does have pretty hair
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All the girls start laughing again. Ritchie turns beet red, and Vance has had enough.

"We are going to sleep in our own beds, or I'm sleeping outside," the irate boy shouts. "I may have to wear this silly loincloth. I might have
to pee outside. But I'm not letting no little girl share a bed with me. Hell no."

Mrs. Deener blows her whistle again. "Nobody is going to be forced to share a bed. I'm sure our young ladies can work out some suitable
arrangement. Now you all take off and play for half an hour. It's almost dinner time, which will be at exactly 6:00 O'clock, so don't run off too
far. In the meantime, I want Dora to take our three guests over to the sleeping quarters. Use the three beds at the far end of the barracks,
the ones marked 18 through 20."

* * * * *

The girls ran off to do whatever they wanted for the next half an hour. However, a number of them did follow along as Dora escorts Bogy, Vance,
and Ritchie to where they can check out the sleeping situation. Ritchie walks with hands over his crotch. Bogy and Vance walk in a slightly
different fashion, walking with shorter steps to keep their leg gaps and movements to a minimum. The several girls who tagged along kept
peering over at the loincloths of the two boys, probably hoping to be the first girls in the camp to get a glimpse of what the new members
have to offer for visual treats besides seing their nice bodies and muscles.

At a long cabin Dora opens the door. The three boys file inside. The barracks is sort of like a long room with nothing but beds on both
sides with a walkway down the middle. A small dresser is next to each bed. At the far end there is a single door.

"Through that door is the bathroom. It has four stalls, four sinks, and a shower room that can fit five at a time, more if the girls are willing to
share a showerhead. This door is locked as you can see." Dora tugs on the doorknob, tries to turn it, and it won't budge. "Each girl has a key to
this bathroom. You boys are not allowed in there. Don't get caught trying. You won't like the consequences. You guys get these three beds here next to each other on the far left side of the barracks.

Dora pulls open the top drawer of the two drawer dresser next to the last bed, the number 20 painted on the headboard.

"Any personal items you have, which I'm guessing you don't have any since you all lost your gear, would be placed in these drawers. I suppose
you can put your shoes in there since you don't have anything else of value. Now come back toward the front door of the cabin...you see
along that wall there are twenty-three hooks. Each hook has a girls name posted above it, written down on a strip of masking tape. You see
that you already have a hook with your names written down. It's so much easier to add hooks than it is to add extra beds, which we don't have room for."

The three male guests stare at the long row of hooks on the wall, each hook appearing to be screwed into the wall, just a shiny golden hook.

"What are these hooks for?" Vance asks, as he points to the one with his name written above it.

"These cabins used to be a mess till we started using the hooker method," Dora explains. "The girls would leave their uniforms lying about on
their beds or on the floor. Girls were constantly losing a shirt here, or shorts there. It was too much trouble. So we started using a hook
for each member to hang up her uniform when it's time to get ready for bed each night. Each girl places her camp shirt and shorts on the hook,
then the uniforms will stay clean and safe for the next day. It works wonderfully, as you will see."

"But I don't have a uniform to hang up," Ritchie butts in, and he does have a point.

"Yes, this hook was set up before it was determined you were ineligible to get a camp uniform. But Vance and Bogy can use the hook. Will you
look at the time. We need to head back over to the main building. Must not be late for dinner. If you are late you will have to sing for it. Right
out in front of everyone you'll have to sing for your supper. So don't be late."

Back at the main building, supper was a nice feast, if mostly vegetarian cuisine can be called a feast. Spinach and mushroom, carrots and corn,
three bean salad for starters. The only bit of meat protein was shrimp and grits. Despite the less than manly food fare, Bogy and Vance eagerly
devoured everything on their plate. Ritchie took a lot longer to eat his meal. Ritchie found out how hard it is to eat one handed. He uses his
right hand to hold the fork, or to reach for his cup of tea, but his left hand he uses to cover his crotch with.

At the long dinner table, Mrs. Deener deemed it best to split the boys up, not have them sitting together. Each boy has at least two girls
sitting on either side of him. The girls on either side of Ritchie spent a considerable amount of time glancing down toward his lap, waiting for
that moment when Ritchie loses his concentration and moves the hand away.

Half-way through dinner, Mrs. Deener decides to stand up and move around the table.

"Ritchie...Ritchie...young man. You should not be touching yourself that way during dinner. You have not had a shower. You didn't take a bath.
Or did you?"

Ritchie shakes his head no.

"You stand up and march yourself over to the kitchen. You go through that door right there. Wash your hands at the sink and return to the
table. Touching your genitalia will not be tolerated during eating. That's a nasty habit and it makes your hands filthy. Go on now. Get up and
get washed."

Ritchie pushes his chair back. He stands up, turns toward the kitchen door. Ritchie continues to hold his hand over his junk.

"Stop touching yourself!" Mrs. Deener shouts. "I will not abide no nasty dirty boy playing with himself in front of others. Stop touching yourself
immediately."

Shamed into dropping his hand to the side, Ritchie steps through the kitchen door. A couple minutes later he comes back into the dining room,
face blushing. Not being allowed to cover up gives every girl at the dinner table a full frontal view of the twelve year old. Ritchie doesn't have
a single hair yet, his dick most definitely regular sized for a boy his age (small, but not totally pre-pubescent tiny). He's ordinary in just about
every way, but he is the only naked boy in Camp Bush and every girl has her eyes glued to him.

Walking briskly to cover the distance quickly, Ritchie's flaccid penis bobs about, causing the younger girls to giggle. Mrs. Deener helps push
the boy's chair back near the table after he sits down.

"I forgot to mention it earlier. The camp does have an outdoor shower. I hereby rule that Ritchie...since he has nothing to cover his bottom from
making contact with our chairs here in the dining room, that Ritchie must have a shower before lunch and dinner. He can skip a shower before
breakfast since he should still be clean enough. I doubt he'll get dirty while lying in bed. Let's see...somebody needs to keep an eye on him.
How about you, Amanda. Would you like to be Ritchie's shower monitor. Yes, I can see you nodding your head. Okay, it's settled then. Right
before lunch and dinner, Amanda will meet Ritchie at the outdoor shower. If need be, you can help wash the poor boy."

[Jeepman89]

Amanda will most certainly enjoy her assignment.

[TeenFan]

Amanda will most certainly enjoy her assignment.

I think some of the other campsters will enjoy watching Amanda performing her assigned duties as shower monitor.

Hopefully it won't be as dramatic, or traumatic an experience as a scene from a movie made in China

San Mao Joins the Army 1992
34:27 to 35:35

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0cBlhfl2K0

A boy of around 12 years old nearly gets himself blown up while taking outdoor shower.