Camp Raunch

Chapter Three

As the door swung shut behind them, the boys began to shed their cum-stained clothes and change into their pajamas. Tyler, never one for modesty, stripped completely naked, his soft cock swinging heavily between his muscular thighs.

"Fuck, my undies are ripe!" he declared, snatching up a pair of gray boxer briefs from his bed. He held them to his nose and took a deep whiff, his eyes rolling back in exaggerated bliss. "Mmmmm, fuck yeah! Ball sweat, piss dribbles, and jizz stains - the holy trinity of musk!"

Andy scoffed, stepping out of his crusty cargo shorts. "You call that ripe? Dude, I've been marinating in these bad boys for a week straight!" He grabbed his tighty whities and threw them at Tyler's face. They smacked against his chiseled features with a wet splat.

Tyler peeled the rank briefs off his face, gagging. "Jesus fuck, Andy! These things could be classified as a biohazard!"

"Damn right they could!" Andy bragged. He bent over and spread his cheeks, his pink pucker winking obscenely. "Nothing marinates a pair of underwear like a steady stream of THESE!"

As if on cue, a massive, bubbly fart ripped from Andy's asshole with the force of a thunderclap. BBBBRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT! The prolonged, sputtering eruption went on for a good five seconds, Andy's puckered rosebud quivering and flexing. The cabin filled with the dense stench of rotten eggs, so thick Jeremy could practically taste it.

Ethan, in the middle of pulling on a clean pair of briefs, gagged and covered his nose. "Jesus Andy, are you trying to melt our nostril hairs off?"

"Hey, you gotta assert your dominance in a new space!" Andy reasoned, grinning proudly. He gave his bubbly butt a resounding smack. "And nothing clears a room faster than one of my patented protein farts!"

Jeremy couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, even as his eyes watered from the stench. He slipped into a loose pair of basketball shorts, leaving his torso bare. The other guys were in similar states of dishevelment - bare chests, cum-crusted pubes, musky pits on full display. There was no pretense here, no shame. Just guys letting it all hang out.

"Alright, alright, enough with the fart flexing," Tyler chuckled. He plopped down cross-legged on the floor, his soft cock resting on his thigh. "Let's circle up, bros. It's time for some real talk."

The other boys joined Tyler on the floor, forming a cozy circle. Jeremy found himself sandwiched between Ethan's slender frame and Andy's freckled, bubble butt. The closeness was comforting, electric with possibility.

Tyler cleared his throat. "So, first night at Camp Raunch. I'm sure you all have some burning questions, some eager expectations, maybe a few trepidations. This is a safe space, bros. Lay it all on the table, and not just your junk for once," he added with a wink.

Jeremy spoke up first, his voice soft. "I guess I'm just nervous about keeping up, you know? You guys seem so confident and experienced. I've never even kissed a guy before, let alone... felched a load or whatever." He blushed, glancing down at his hands.

Tyler reached over and squeezed Jeremy's knee reassuringly. "Hey man, we've all gotta start somewhere. No one's expecting you to go from a virgin to a cum-guzzling piss pig overnight. This week is about exploring at your own pace, finding your own boundaries and desires."

"Yeah, and we'll be right there with you the whole way!" Andy added brightly. "Cheering you on as you sniff your first sweaty jock strap, or take your first cock up the ass!"

Jeremy chuckled and then sighed "Like, I'm so fucking excited to let loose and get nasty, but I don't wanna bite off more than I can chew, y'know?"

Tyler smiled warmly at Jeremy, his blue eyes filled with understanding. "That's totally valid, bro. We're all here to support each other and help each other grow. There's no shame in taking things slow, or even saying 'no' if something feels like too much.