The boys trudged back to their cabin after dinner, their bellies full and their bodies pleasantly tired from the day's activities.
The mess hall had been a lively affair, with the usual mix of raunchy banter and outrageous dares flying across the tables as the campers dug into their hearty meals. Now, as they entered the familiar wooden structure of their cabin, they were more than ready to collapse onto their beds and unwind.
Tyler was the first to plop down on his bunk, letting out a satisfied groan as his back hit the mattress. "Man, what a day. I'm beat," he said, stretching his arms above his head.
Ethan followed suit, flopping onto his bed with a sigh of contentment. "Yeah, but it was totally worth it. That lake was just what we needed." Jeremy and Andy exchanged a glance before taking their places on their respective beds, the events of the day still fresh in their minds.
Jeremy's thoughts kept drifting back to the moment he had shared with Andy in the lake, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he settled into his bed. As the boys settled in, a sudden gurgle in Ethan's stomach broke the comfortable silence. He chuckled, placing a hand over his belly. "Ugh, I think that dinner might've been a little too rich. My stomach's already starting to complain."
Tyler grinned, turning his head to look at Ethan. "Yeah? Well, you know what that means. It's about to get real stinky in here." Almost as if on cue, Ethan shifted on his bed and let out a low, rumbling fart that reverberated through the cabin. The smell hit the boys almost immediately, a sour, pungent odor that filled the small space and made them all wrinkle their noses.
"Ugh, dude! That's rank!" Jeremy exclaimed, waving a hand in front of his face to try and dispel the stench. Ethan just laughed, looking pleased with himself. "What can I say? The food here has a way of doing that to you." Not to be outdone,
Tyler rolled onto his side and lifted one leg into the air, his expression one of intense concentration. A moment later, he unleashed a loud, wet-sounding fart that practically shook the bed frame. "Oh, fuck! That's nasty!" Tyler laughed, clearly proud of his contribution to the cabin's growing miasma.
The smell of his fart mingled with Ethan's, creating an even more potent, foul stench that made the air thick and heavy. Jeremy, never one to back down from a challenge, grinned as he shifted on his bed. "Alright, let me see if I can top that."
With a determined look, Jeremy pushed out a long, squeaky fart that left a lingering odor in its wake. The smell was sharp and sour, cutting through the already thick atmosphere like a knife.
But just as the boys were beginning to choke on the combined stench of their farts, Andy, who had been quietly watching the show, decided it was time to remind everyone who the real fart king was. He leaned back on his bed, his hands resting behind his head, and smirked as he prepared to deliver his masterpiece.
With a deep breath, Andy unleashed an absolutely monstrous fart—a deep, guttural explosion that seemed to rattle the very walls of the cabin. The sound was almost thunderous, reverberating through the room with a force that left the other boys in awe. The smell that followed was nothing short of horrific. It was a thick, noxious cloud of sulfur and rot, the kind of stench that made your eyes water and your stomach churn. It was clear that whatever Andy had eaten at dinner had turned into pure, unadulterated filth by the time it reached his ass.
"Oh, fuck!" Tyler shouted, half laughing, half gagging as he buried his face in his pillow. "That's fucking rancid, Andy!" Ethan and Jeremy were no better off, both of them waving their hands frantically in front of their noses as they tried to breathe through their mouths. Andy, however, looked immensely pleased with himself.
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Camp Raunch
General FictionCamp Raunch, a summer camp for dudes in their 20's to let loose and have sexual, fetish-filled fun! (CW: Contains M/M, sex, exhibitionism, farting, body odor, pissing)