Seeing that Ken wanted to see naked delights, he chose Naked Bay as his destination. The walk took a few minutes longer than he anticipated. His small feet make up for small strides. Not to mention the cushy sand dampening his pace. Nonetheless, he reached the place. Naked Bay is separated from Body Swap Beach by a long stretch of bamboo fencing. On its sole entrance is a gate guarded by a huge resort official. There's a long line of people wanting to get inside. Some men are allowed to enter but some are pushed by the guard aside. Ken doesn't know the criteria but line up anyway. He won't know unless he talks to the guard and it seems the only way to do that is to reach the front of the line.
The line is long, yes. But the line moves fast and within moments, Ken is near the front of the line. In front of him is this old man, probably in his late 40s. His head is nearly balding and there are subtle signs of wrinkling in his skin. Ever since Ken line up, the man is patting his toes on the sand. His hands are on his head, chit-chattering with the clatter of his teeth. Ken can't tell if he's excited or anxious, probably a bit of both.
When it was the old man's turn to go inside, the guard blocked his path which his monstrously muscular arms. The guard raised one of his bushy eyebrows and it seemed that his equally thick mustache followed. The guard raised his Misfit Phone and scanned the old man. A screen beside the door popped a loading screen followed by detailed information about the old man. Or should I say, the person who swapped the old man? It's a 14-year-old kid named Mike.
The guard pointed at a sign below the television that says, "18 years old and above only".
"But I'm older than 40," Mike reasoned.
"We're talking about your actual age, not the age of your body. Next!"
Mike tried to jump inside the gate, but a mixture of Osteoarthritis, misjudgment of his strength, and the guard's bulking arms prevented Mike from entering. The guard picked him up easily and pushed him into the sand.
Ken stepped forward and the guard scanned him as he did before. Ken's actual name and face appeared on the screen which earned him an entrance to Naked bay, much to the wails of Mike outside the bamboo fence. Immediately to the gate is a large metallic basket where smelly clothes are piled up. A sign said that all clothing should be placed inside. They will be washed thoroughly and returned to their hotel rooms the next day. Ken tossed his wet swimming trunks in the basket which made some of the patrons woo him for his juvenile penis.
The bay is like a beach but nearly enclosed by land. The sand here is whiter and strangely, somewhat stickier to Ken's feet. The bay is peppered with tall coconut trees with naked men walking all about. There's a stage in the middle of the bay where a naked band is playing a series of tropical tunes. But other than that, the general atmosphere is filled with the chit chats of the crowds. Ken explored the place while eavesdropping on some of the men's conversations. Most have their topics set on their life before the island. Then some are bragging about the body they got. Oh, how muscular they said. Look at these pecs, feel how hard they are. Then look at this dick, look at my ass, smell my armpits or taste my feet. Ken could only grumble for the body he got. He looked at his Misfit phone, which he grabbed before tossing his trunks, and looked at the remaining timer.
"12 hours and 34 minutes,"
That can't be right. The sign said that the swap only lasts for an hour. Ken opened the notification to see that the kid paid a hundred bucks to extend the swap for half a day. That kid must be loving his stressed 'fresh out of his thesis' body, isn't he? Seriously, he can't think of a reason for the kid to love his body so much. Ken could only dread the things the kid must be doing in his body.
Ken shook off the thought and looked ahead of him. There are crowds of men in their mid-20s, all of their bodies tanned and toned with muscles. They are touching each other, lust and hunger evident in their eyes. Ken found himself getting hard at the sensual sight. He looked down to see his prepubescent dick getting a stiffy. Some of the passersby saw him getting hard, which earned him further woos and laughs.