Camp Raunch

Chapter Four

Jeremy was jolted awake by the creaking of bedsprings and a sudden waft of pungent musk assaulting his nostrils. His eyes fluttered open, still gummy with sleep, only to be confronted by the sight of Andy's pale, freckled ass hovering mere inches from his face. Andy had his pajama pants yanked down around his thighs, his perky cheeks spread wide to expose his puckered pink hole.

"Mornin', Jer-Bear!" Andy trilled, grinning down at him from his precarious perch. "Hope you're ready for your wake-up call!"

Before Jeremy could even process what was happening, Andy scrunched up his face in concentration and unleashed a massive, sputtering fart directly onto Jeremy's face. BBBBRRRRAAAAPPPPPPPPPP! The force of the blast ruffled Jeremy's hair as the noxious stench of rotten eggs engulfed his senses.

"Oh fuck, that's ripe!" Tyler cackled from somewhere off to the side. Jeremy could hear him and Ethan giggling like mad, no doubt enjoying the show.

Jeremy's eyes watered and his nose burned as he inhaled the pungent gas. It was like sticking his face into a packed dumpster on a hot summer day. His stomach roiled at the stink, but his cock gave a treacherous twitch beneath the covers. Something about the foul, musky reek was sending confusing signals to his sleepy brain.

"Hrrrnnnggghh fuck yeah, smell that morning thunder!" Andy groaned, grinding his crack against Jeremy's nose and mouth. "Nothing like a good protein fart to clear out the pipes, am I right?"

He punctuated his question with another juicy ripper, the rancid air vibrating against Jeremy's lips. FFFFRRRRRPPPPPPBBBBTTTTT! The mattress creaked as Andy bounced on his haunches, wafting the stink with his undulating cheeks.

Jeremy sputtered and coughed, trying to turn his head away from the olfactory onslaught. But Andy had him caged in, his plump ass smothering him with its pungent musk. Jeremy's head swam as he breathed in the dizzying funk, his cock rapidly stiffening to full mast despite himself.

Andy brayed with laughter, giving his bubbly butt a few more aggressive grinding thrusts before finally pulling away. He shimmied his pajama pants back up and smirked down at Jeremy, taking in the boy's glazed eyes and heaving chest.

"How's that for a spicy wake-up call?" Andy asked cheekily. "Better than any alarm clock, I'd say! Though the morning wood is an added bonus." He waggled his eyebrows, pointedly glancing at the throbbing tent in Jeremy's boxers.

Jeremy just groaned and flopped an arm over his burning face, equal parts mortified and turned on. "I hate you so much right now," he grumbled, voice muffled. "I can still taste your ass, you menace."

"You're welcome!" Andy chirped brightly, giving his butt a resounding smack. "Always happy to share my flavorful essence with a dear friend."

Tyler hopped off his bunk and clapped his hands, the sharp sound cutting through the lingering funk. "Alright, alright, enough ass-play for now," Tyler chuckled, clapping his hands to get everyone's attention. "As much as I'm enjoying the fragrant bouquet of Andy's morning farts, we've got a full day ahead of us and I'm fucking starving. Let's go stuff our faces and then hit up some camp activities!"

Jeremy sat up and stretched, his joints popping. The tent in his boxers had thankfully subsided somewhat, though the lingering musk of Andy's gas still tickled his nostrils. "What's on the agenda for today?" he asked, swinging his legs over the side of the bunk. "Like, what kind of stuff do they have going on?"

Tyler grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Well, that's the beauty of Camp Raunch, my dude - the schedule is basically a fucking free-for-all. They've got all sorts of raunchy activities and competitions going on throughout the day, but it's totally up to you what you wanna do and when."