Beach & Boardwalk

“Let's head to Baker Beach! It isn't even an hour's drive!” Amy decided, “I can make some calls so we can rendezvous with someone, so it won't just be the two of us. It's a nude beach, so you should feel more at ease there, being not the only one. They're building a new boardwalk adjacent to the beach, to boost tourism.”

“Will the boardwalk be nude, too?” I ask, and Amy nods.

“Yep. Nudity-mandatory, they're hiring people to ensure no one sneaks in to harass the boardwalk visitors,” Amy says, smiling, “and I know just who to call. Don't ask, I want it to be a pleasant surprise.” I know that grin. It means mischief, trouble, and the funnest kind of wickedness, but the fact she says it'd be a pleasant surprise, puts me at ease.

Amy knows me well enough to know how to put me at ease, and who would be people that I'd be happy to see, even in a nude situation. It won't be anyone I've seen for a while, I can tell, because their appearance wouldn't really constitute any kind of shock for me. It makes me wonder, but I quickly follow her out to her car, and get in, without asking.

I wait, for a few minutes, while Amy talks on the phone, standing on the driver's side. I doubt I would be able to hear her conversation, either way, but I cover my ears, regardless, and intentionally don't listen. I could always try to be discreet, but she said she wanted it to be a surprise. I've never been one to doubt Amy, so if she wants to surprise me?

I trust Amy, so I don't mind. I can wait. When the car door opens, she slides down into it, sets her smartphone down in the holster in the centre console, and smiles at me. “Okay, we're going to be meeting some friends once we get there. I'll lead. You just trust me, we're going to have a fun afternoon!”

“You say this as if I haven't always trusted you,” I reply, “ever since we met, you've been nothing but trustworthy, to me. I've no reason to think there'll be reason to lose faith in you now.” Especially not with me being brainwashed and it really not mattering, to a certain extent. She's never been a liar, but there'd be no point, she already has control of me.

“Thanks, slut,” Amy replies, looking over at me as she turns the key in the ignition, then focuses on driving. It's quiet, for about an hour, as we drive northwest, into San Francisco, on our way to Baker Beach and the brand new boardwalk. I'm a little curious, I admit, to see what a nude boardwalk will be like. It sounds like it would be a unique experience.

Once we arrive, and Amy parks, we get out and circle around to the back. I strip nude, first, folding my clothes and laying them in the trunk, then wait while she undresses herself. I take her clothes, garment by garment, folding them and then placing them neatly in beside mine. Her shoes last, I nod, and then Amy shuts the trunk with a solid thunk.

The boardwalk isn't built yet, or rather, it's still under construction, but the parking spaces are here. I follow Amy as she leads us past the construction workers, who mostly ignore us. The one who doesn't, the nearest, glances up at both of us, then tips his hardhat to Amy and doffs it to me. He doesn't say anything, and he doesn't stare or ogle at us.

Out onto the beach, and into the collection of people already out enjoying a sunny day, and a cool oceanic breeze blowing. It's absolutely beautiful, even before I hear a voice calling out that I haven't heard in literal years. Like, if it's who I think it is, I last saw this dude when I was fifteen or something. What is this, an episode of This Is Your Life, now?

“Hey!” comes the voice of Adham Zahra, deep and beautiful, and I blink and turn around, staring as I see him walking toward us, bare nude as well. Alongside him, our fellow swim-team boys, Jude Warren and Javiel Ruanova. I'm startled to see them, but I can't resist the bright smile that follows recognition, and I wave, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

“Happy to see them?” Amy asks, and I nod, which prompts a grin, “Good, but they're not here just to see you. They've brought some stuff so we can use you right here on the beach, faggot.” I blink, turning and staring at her, shocked but not reluctant, but quickly turn back toward my approaching former teammates, and noticing Jude's got a rucksack.

“In front of all these other beachgoers?” I ask, and Amy turns her palms skyward and grins mischievously.

“They're all adults. This is an adults-only beach,” she tells me, “I want to make these days as exciting and pleasurable for you as I can. I want you to see not only what your life could be like, under my reprogramming, but, specifically, as mine.” Her smile is everything, and there's nothing that quite compares to the simple experience of Amy smiling at me.

“Hey, slut!” Adham calls, and my cheeks warm, but I smile, nevertheless, as he comes close and wraps his strong, golden arms around me, and hugs me tight, lifting me so much only the tips of my toes still touch sand, because he's just the very tiniest bit taller than Amy. Lean, slim, tall, he's a clean-shaven fellow with a thick mass of short, inky black hair.

“Hey, Adham! Hey Jude!” I greet them, interrupted by Jude's equally strong, dark brown arms wrapping around me and lifting me in a hug that makes my toes clear the sand entirely. He sets me down and pushes me at arm's length, and then looks me over. He grins a little bit as he takes me in, before his brown eyes rejoin Adham's in being fixed on mine.

“Guess we know why this little faggot was shy about the showers!” Jude laughs, “Bitch has a fuckin' monster cock for how short he is!” I blush, but let Javiel pull me into his arms. No lift, just cuddling standing up. He's taller than me, too, but he is about the same size as Amy, which makes it far easier to hug him and snuggle into his strong, aureate embrace.

“Hey fag,” Javiel greets me, holding me in his arms as I rest my head on his shoulder. I arch receptively, lifting one foot off the sand in the process, and his hands slide down to cup my ass, and he squeezes. I blush warmer, but I purr softly even so. I'm getting far more accustomed to being manhandled, and, far more importantly, to admitting how much I like it.

“Hey, Javiel,” I smile as he lets go of me and pushes me back, and I see Jude is pulling out an absolutely monumental beach blanket. I watch as he weights it down with local rocks, while Adham pulls out a large bottle of lubricant, at which I blush. Amy simply motions at the centre of the blanket, telling me wordlessly what my place is, and I nod, obediently.