Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2023 11:00:03 -0600 From: Mark Waters Subject: Camp Fire Fun 2 This is my second in my CampFire Fun Series, as an Adult/Youth Encounter. Please remember to support our Nifty.org. This is such a great place for us to share our erotic fantasies and encounters. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Camp Fire Fun - 2 This was my second year to be Assistant Scoutmaster for High Adventure for Troop 105. My son who was 15 was a member and had drafted me to help. We had spent the day riding our bus to a summer camp in Arkansas. A good 9 hours from home for a two week stay in the Ouachita National Forest. Our campsite was a good distance from the other troops attending this camp. We had been for an afternoon swim after setting up the fourteen tents that made up our camp around a fire pit and a flag pole. We had dinner and we all sat in a circle around the fire. The boys on camp stools and the three scout leaders in lawn chairs. We had 24 boys in the troop from tenderfoot to Eagle. The Scoutmaster, a fireman, was a good storyteller and the boys sat in the flickering glow of the campfire waiting for him to begin his ghost story. Burt, told a story about a guy buried alive and when he finished his story all the boys all applauded. Then we did "Thorns & Roses". Each boy said what he liked best of the day and what he didn't. It was a good way to get boys to open up. As we began to talk about bedtime and what was scheduled for the next day, our newest scout, a skinny little 10-year-old, got up and presented himself in front of the adult leader and said, "I am ready!" While holding up a hot dog wiener. Burt responded, "Ready for what?" Justice responded, "For the initiation!" While holding up the hotdog wiener. At this point the rest of the boys literally fell on the ground laughing. You could hear the guffaw of the older boys at this turn of events. Finally, one of the boys stood up and said," That while on the bus some of the boys had told Justin to be a member of the troop, he would have to climb a flagpole with a hot dog wiener stuck up his butt and kept it there until he got to the top of the pole. Justice must have been worrying about this all day. Let me backtrack a minute. Justice had showed up a month before this planned trip ready to cross over into scouting. His Webelo uniform was covered in badges and you could tell that he and his mother were over achievers. You had to love his spunk and willingness to achieve even though it could be tiresome. The scoutmaster explained that the boys were just having fun with him. But Justice wouldn't be put off and insisted he could do it! After going back and forth with the kid, Lee said, "Go ahead and try but this has to stay in the troop!" The other leader and I were horrified that he was allowing Justin to do this. But we weren't in charge. There in the flickering light of the campfire, Justin took off his scout shorts and stuck the wiener up his little boy butt hole. He walked tight butt over to the flag pole and climbed I with the other half of the winner waving at the open mouth boys in the troop as he scooted up the flagpole. Then he slid slowly down the pool. The boys went wild applause and whistling for his accomplishment. It was interesting to note that most of them were adjusting their shorts or down right showing tented shorts. Then Trent, Justices tent mate and our only other Tenderfoot scout said he wanted to try. We all told him he did not have to do this and some of us thought he probably couldn't do it. Trent had been a member of the Troop for a year and had yet to advance in rank. While he was a little taller than Justin, he was skinner. Even the older boys thought this was a bad idea, but he insisted he wanted to try. Again, the SM agreed. Justice got another wiener out of the pack and helped him get it up his butt. Chris then crossed to the flag pole and proceeded to struggle up the pool. It was painful to watch the effort it took for him to climb that pole. But, damn if he did it, as he slid down the boys went wild. All gathering around both the boys lifting them up on their shoulders and carrying them around the campground cheering their efforts. Still without their shorts on and their little woodies bouncing up and down. I was amazed by their reaction and proud of them for the support they gave these young boys even though I still thought it was inappropriate activity. Later that night as I checked the fire and the camp ground after lights out you could hear the boys in each tent talking about the event and no surprise jacking off. The next night around the fire we talked about the scout oath and what it meant. When we came to Loyalty the SM explained that the best way to honor troop loyalty was to never discuss what happened the night before or on any of our campouts when there was personal information shared. It was a good teaching and I approved but I also know kids talk and the potential for disaster was great. Our troop was about half young scouts ages 10 to 13, who had only earned the lower ranks. The other have boys up to16 who were all First Class rank or higher. There was a natural age and rank division. The third night of our summer camp experience the 8 of the younger boys asked if they could try the wiener challenge. At first, we said no but they insisted they wanted to try. So late that night as the campfire burned low, we let them try. Each one dropped their shorts, got the hot dog wiener in place and stood in line to try climbing the pole. Some really struggled and one even had to start three different times because the wiener kept falling out. The cheers and encouragement from the other boys helped each of them to accomplish the challenge. I never sit around a campfire and fail to remember that summer camp experience. For those of you who know scouting you will appreciate that everyone of those 24 boys went on to get their eagle rank. If you have a Campfire experience, I would love to hear about it. Please remember to support nifty.org. It is only with support $5.00 or $500.00 that allows nifty to keep these stories online. Mark Waters txboyalone@gmail.com