Camp Raunch

Chapter Two

Tyler threw an arm around Jeremy's shoulders as they exited the cabin into the warm summer evening. "Alright, newbie, let me show you around this wonderland of debauchery," he said with a roguish grin.

As they strolled down the dirt path, Tyler pointed out various landmarks. "Over there's the sports field, where we have our annual Cock Olympics. My favorite is the soggy biscuit relay."

Jeremy's eyes widened. "Soggy biscuit relay?"

Andy, walking beside them, cackled gleefully. "Oh man, just wait til you see that one! We all take turns jizzing on a cookie and the last one to bust has to eat it. It's a real test of stamina and depravity."

"Wow... that sounds... hot." Jeremy's cheeks flushed red.

Tyler gestured down a winding trail that led into the woods. "That path there leads to the lake. It's clothing optional, of course. We have all sorts of watersports - and I don't mean jet skis," he added with a dirty chuckle.

Ethan, trailing behind them, piped up. "Remember last year when Bobby did a backflip off the dock and his massive horse cock slapped Eddie right in the face?"

"Fuck yes!" Andy howled with laughter. "Pretty sure Eddie had a black eye from that baby arm for a week!"

As the boys approached the large log cabin that served as the mess hall, a brawny camper with shaggy black hair came swaggering up to them. He looked Jeremy up and down, his gaze settling on the bulge in Jeremy's shorts.

"Well, well, fresh meat," the guy rumbled, his voice deep and raspy. Without warning, he stepped right into Jeremy's personal space, their noses nearly touching. Jeremy froze, heart pounding, as the dude took a deep breath...

And unleashed a massive, noxious BELCH right in Jeremy's face! The force of it actually ruffled Jeremy's hair as the stench of beer and chili dogs washed over him. Jeremy's eyes watered from the acrid fumes.

"Welcome to camp, newbie," the guy growled with a nasty smirk. He adjusted his swollen package obscenely and sauntered off without another word.

Jeremy stood there stunned, blinking rapidly. Tyler guffawed and clapped him on the back. "Looks like Butch has taken a liking to you! He's not so bad, once you get past the chronic halitosis and ball stank."

As they entered the bustling mess hall, Jeremy was immediately assaulted by a cacophony of raucous laughter, crude jokes, and the clattering of dishes. The large log cabin was packed with boisterous campers, all in various states of undress.

At one table, a group of muscular jocks were having a belching contest, each one letting out progressively louder and more disgusting eruptions. The pungent stench of half-digested chili and beer hung heavy in the air.

"Fuck yeah, Bro! That was a 9.5 on the Richter scale!" one of them crowed, pounding his buddy on the back.

Over by the buffet line, two campers were playfully sword-fighting with their massive erections, slapping their meaty cocks together with resounding thwacks. Drops of precum splattered everywhere as they laughed uproariously.

Jeremy felt his own cock stiffen at the shamelessly lewd display. Tyler noticed his growing bulge and smirked. "Looks like someone's excited for dinner! And I don't just mean the food."

They grabbed their trays and made their way through the buffet line, which featured a surprisingly gourmet spread - juicy steaks, roasted vegetables, fresh baked bread. Of course, it was presented with a raunchy Camp Raunch twist.

The gravy boat was shaped like a giant veiny cock and balls, spewing thick brown gravy from the tip. The bread rolls were formed into plump, squeezable asses. And the steaks were branded with the sizzling imprint of a gaping anus.