Camp Raunch

Chapter Five

The sun hung high in the sky as the boys strolled onto the sports field, the midday heat already making their skin glisten with sweat. The field was a sprawling stretch of grass, dotted with a few worn goalposts and a couple of beat-up benches that had seen better days. The smell of freshly cut grass mingled with the ever-present scent of musk that clung to the air at Camp Raunch.

Tyler was the first to reach the field, shedding his tank top in one fluid motion and tossing it carelessly to the side. His chest gleamed with sweat, the sun highlighting the ridges of his well-defined muscles. He stretched his arms overhead, flexing his biceps and letting out a satisfied groan as he took in a deep breath. "Ahhh, nothing like the smell of a good sweat in the morning! Let's get this show on the road, boys."

Andy followed close behind, a mischievous grin spreading across his freckled face. He was already bouncing on the balls of his feet, itching to get started. "Alright, Jer-Bear, E, you ready to get your asses handed to you?"

Jeremy couldn't help but chuckle, a nervous excitement bubbling up inside him as he adjusted the waistband of his shorts. "We'll see about that, Andy. You might have the stink, but we've got the strategy."

Ethan just rolled his eyes, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he flicked a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Don't worry, Jer, we've got this. Just follow my lead, and we'll make sure these two eat dirt."

The teams were quickly decided: Tyler and Andy versus Jeremy and Ethan. It wasn't exactly fair, considering Tyler's size and athleticism, but the boys were all about fun and raunch rather than playing by the rules. They spread out across the field, and with a quick countdown from Tyler, the game was on.

Right from the start, it was clear this wasn't going to be a typical football match. Tyler, ever the showman, took the lead, grabbing the ball and barreling down the field with it tucked securely under his arm. But as Jeremy and Ethan closed in on him, he quickly switched tactics.

With a sly grin, Tyler paused mid-sprint, lifting one arm high in the air and exposing his thick, sweaty armpit to the oncoming defenders. "Take a whiff of this, boys!" he called out, waving his arm to waft the pungent scent towards them.

The smell hit Jeremy and Ethan like a freight train—ripe and sour, with a tang of testosterone that made their noses twitch and their eyes water. Ethan gagged, stumbling back a step as the stench overwhelmed his senses. "Fuck, that's rank!" he choked out, trying to wave the odor away.

Jeremy, however, was more determined. He pushed through the stink, determined to make the tackle. But just as he lunged for Tyler, he felt something warm and wet splatter against his chest. He looked down in horror to see a stream of yellow arcing through the air, splashing across his torso.

Tyler had whipped out his dick mid-play and was pissing right on him, the hot liquid soaking into his shirt and dripping down his skin.

"Gah! You fucker!" Jeremy yelled, jumping back as the stream of piss drenched him. But the distraction had worked—Tyler slipped past him easily, racing down the field and crossing the makeshift goal line with a triumphant whoop.

"Score one for the Piss Master!" Tyler shouted, shaking the last drops from his cock before tucking it back into his shorts. Andy howled with laughter, clapping Tyler on the back as they celebrated their point.

But Jeremy wasn't about to let that slide. "Alright, E, let's show these assholes what we've got," he said, wiping the piss from his chest with a determined grin.

The next play began, and this time, Jeremy and Ethan took the offensive. Ethan sprinted forward with the ball, his lean body darting across the field with surprising speed. But just as Tyler and Andy closed in on him, Jeremy sprang into action.