Camp Raunch

Chapter One

Jeremy stepped out of the shuttle van, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He took a deep breath, inhaling the pine-scented air. Before him stretched the rustic cabins and winding paths of Camp Raunch, a summer retreat exclusively for men in their twenties.

As he slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and started toward the main office, a cacophony of sights and sounds assaulted Jeremy's senses. To his left, a muscular blonde man stood with his shorts around his ankles, moaning as he relieved himself against a tree. The sharp scent of urine drifted on the breeze.

"Yeah, that's it! Let it all out, dude!" another camper shouted in encouragement before tilting his head back and unleashing a massive belch.

Jeremy felt his cheeks flush. He'd never been around guys who were so open and uninhibited. Part of him wanted to stare in shocked amazement while another part was undeniably intrigued.

Averting his gaze, Jeremy hurried along the path. His sneakers crunched on the gravel as he passed a group of three naked men engaged in a raunchy game of dick tag, their hard cocks flopping as they chased each other. One let out a juicy fart mid-stride and they all cackled with laughter.

So this is what I signed up for, Jeremy thought, feeling a flutter low in his belly - nerves and the first stirrings of arousal. No more repression, no more hiding. Just raw, unfiltered, manly hedonism.

As he approached the main office, Jeremy spotted two campers sixty-nining on a picnic table, their sweaty bodies grinding together. The wet slurps and grunts of their oral-play echoed obscenely in the open air.

Jeremy swallowed hard. His baggy shorts began to tent as his cock thickened. He'd never been so turned on in his life. At the same time, he felt a spike of anxiety.

Am I really ready for this? Can I let loose like these guys?

Taking another steadying breath, Jeremy climbed the creaky wooden steps to the office door. He raised his fist to knock, but hesitated. Through the screen window, he glimpsed a camp counselor receiving a sloppy blowjob from a blonde twink.

"C-coming!" the counselor called out before groaning in climax.

Jeremy stepped back, mouth agape. He glanced around the camp again, internally debating his next move as shouts of lewd encouragement pierced the air:

"Fuck yeah, sniff those ripe balls!"

"Piss on me, bro!"

"Fucking let it rip dude, I want your nasty farts in my face!"

In that moment, Jeremy knew there was no going back. It was time to shed his inhibitions and fully embrace this world of unchecked male bonding and erotic exploration.

He smiled to himself, adjusted his sticky hard-on, and turned the door handle, more than ready to begin his journey of sexual self-discovery.

Jeremy turned the handle and stepped into the rustic main office. The camp counselor, a handsome man in his early thirties with close-cropped dark hair and a scruffy beard, hastily tucked his softening cock back into his shorts as the redheaded twink wiped his mouth and hopped off the desk.

"Welcome to Camp Raunch! I'm head counselor Brock. You must be one of our new arrivals," the counselor said with a roguish grin, still a little breathless. He grabbed a clipboard and scanned it. "Jeremy, right? From Ohio?"

Jeremy nodded, trying not to stare too obviously at the wet spot on the counselor's crotch. "Y-yeah, that's me."

"Awesome, dude! Looks like you're in Cabin 4. I'll show you the way." Brock clapped him on the shoulder. "Derek, wipe down the desk, would ya?" he called to the twink.