Beach Party
By: Tim

We were walking along the beach when a ways off we spotted a couple of guys standing next to a small fire having some beers.

"Hmm," said Doug, slowing down a little. "You know, my ass is pretty fuckin' hungry." He looked at me, then looked back at the two guys, then back at me. "In fact, my ass needs packed big time."

I looked at his ass. "Looks pretty packed already to me. It's fuckin' big enough. You need to back off on the squats."

He scoffed. "Look who's talkin' about havin' a big ass. You got the biggest ass on the team. Damn shame you don't use it the way you could." He was referring to the fact that I'd never put a whole guy up my ass like he did. I thought it was hot when he did it - I'd watched him a few times - but I hadn't tried it myself.

He leaned around behind me, checking out my butt. "So why don't you take that tank for a test drive?" he teased. "You ain't lived til you've got a whole live man stuffed in your ass. You wanna go?" He gestured at the two guys. "Tell ya what. I'll take the big one first, show you some tricks, then you can get his sidekick."

I didn't hesitate. "Deal." We approached the two guys. As we got closer, we could see they looked like Marines, probably on leave from the local base. The bigger one was blond, almost as tall as Doug, with a beefy, cut wrestler's build. His buddy was a few inches shorter, dark-haired with a lean, muscular frame, more slender than his friend.

Doug knew how to get things going. "Hey, guys. I'm Doug, and this is Brad. Whatcha up to?"

The two Marines were eager and friendly, real nice guys. The bigger one spoke up first. "Hey dude. We're just hanging out havin' some brews. You wanna beer? I'm Jared. This here's Joe."

"Well, Jared, I was wondering....." Doug paused for effect. "I was wondering why it is that they say that Marines can't fight worth shit." He looked totally serious. Sometimes even I'm surprised by what an asshole Doug can be but I'll give him this: the guy knows how to pick a fight. Only Doug would dare say shit like that to a Marine. This particular Marine definitely looked like he could kick most any guy's ass and would, given the opportunity. Marines don't back down from fights, ever.

Jared's smile faded and he tipped his beer up and took a big swig, probably to buy time. "Listen, man, we don't want any trouble, now."

Doug smiled broadly. "Hey, who said anything about any trouble? I just wondered if you knew why I've never met a Marine who could beat me at wrestling." He kept smiling, but looked off in the distance. Shit, this guy knew more psychology than our psych professor. He reeled this Jared kid in so quickly even I was impressed.

Jared puffed up his chest a little and stepped forward a little. "Well, maybe you just did meet a Marine who can kick your ass at wrestling."

Doug pretended to look surprised. "Yeah? You wrestle?" He looked Jared over. "I guess you could. You're a pretty big guy. Not as big as my friend, here," he gestured to me, "but still pretty big. What are ya, 190?"

"Two fifteen," said Jared proudly. "Six one. I bench 300. Arm wrestling champ at the base."

"Oh! No shit," said Doug. "Well, Jared, you wanna put your 215 up against my 250?" He crossed his arms across his chest. "I haven't wrestled since I was in high school." That was a bald-faced lie. Doug's a varsity heavyweight wrestler who's never lost a match.

"I'll take you," said Jared. His friend Joe looked worried. "Hey, uh, Jared, I think that guy's just pullin' yer chain. They're both pretty fuckin' big. Maybe we should just get going." Jared didn't even look at him. "Never mind, Joe. This guy's all talk." He stepped closer to Doug. "You wanna go? I can beat you. Freestyle, Greco-Roman - you call it. I was All-State in high school myself."

Doug looked impressed. I tried not to laugh. "Why, sure. You wanna put a small wager on it?" Doug just kept pushing the limits.

"You bet. You name it," said Jared cockily. This guy just had no fucking idea what he was getting himself into.

"Loser gets his head shoved up the winner's ass," said Doug, completely straight-faced.

Jared and Joe looked stunned for a split second, their eyes wide. Then Jared started howling with laughter, doubled over, and Joe, at first uncertain, quickly followed suit, laughing nervously. I think he realized something was wrong. Jared wiped the tears from his eyes and pointed at Doug. "You're a fuckin' riot, dude!" he shouted. Doug smiled at him, then reached over his head and stripped off his tank top and tossed it on the sand, revealing his powerful bare chest. "Let's go," he said. "Freestyle."

The match was over almost as soon as it began. They circled each other a little, then Doug faked Jared out (pretty easily, I have to say), swooped under and grabbed his leg, dropped him, and landed on him full weight. He sat on Jared's chest, his ass almost in the guy's face, pinning both shoulders to the sand, reached down, and pulled up both the kid's legs and held them tight. "One... two... three. I win," announced Doug, roughly tossing Jared's legs back to the sand and getting to his feet.

Jared's face was red and angry. "Two out of three," he said in a clipped tone. "I know I can beat you."

Doug tilted his head a little and looked upwards. "Hmm... let's see....No." Then he looked back at Jared. "But we made a little bet and I'm ready to collect on it."

Jared was outraged. "What the fuck are you talking about? I didn't bet you shit. There ain't nothin' to collect. Maybe you boys best be gettin' along instead of stirrin' up trouble with people you don't even know."

I didn't even expect what happened next, it was so fast. In a couple of steps Doug was on him, shoving him down powerfully.

Jared landed on his ass in the sand. He tried to scramble to his feet, but Doug was too quick, kicking him back down and tackling him. Once he had the kid flattened on the sand, Doug spun around and pinned Jared's arms down with his legs.

"What the fuck---mmmmmph!" Jared's protest was smothered under Doug's ass as the football player hooked his thumbs in his the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down, then sat back hard on the kid's face. "Ah.... yeah.... That's what I'm talking about." Doug started to rub his muscular butt forcefully in Jared's face. "You remember now? Our wager was that the loser would get his head shoved up the winner's ass. You're the loser," Doug jabbed Jared in the stomach with his finger, "and I'm the winner, and now I'm gonna shove your head up my ass." He pressed down a little harder, squashing his ass into Jared's face, causing a muffled scream. "Well, actually, I lied," Doug said thoughtfully. "You're right, we never really made a bet. Actually, I'm just gonna shove all of you up my ass. Okay?"

Jared thrashed powerfully underneath Doug, but couldn't escape. Doug started riding his face harder and jacking his cock in time with his bucking hips. "Oh, yeah..... fuck yeah.... Brad, man, you are gonna love this....so fucking good..." Doug's eyes were closed and all his muscles tensed and untensed as waves of pleasure swept through his body. Underneath him, Jared was struggling mightily, thrashing back and forth in an attempt to dislodge the huge muscular mass pressing against his face. Every so often, Doug lifted up his ass a little to give the kid some air. Just when Jared thought the ordeal might be over, though, the ass clamped back down on his face. Doug was only letting him breathe to prolong his own pleasure, to feel the struggling and squirming under him. There's nothing altruistic about a guy who eats other guys for pleasure and sport.

It only took a few minutes before things took a turn for the worse for Jared. Doug started stroking his cock faster and faster, and soon large spurts of come starting flying out of it as he rode Jared's face harder and harder. "Get... in... my.... ass...." Doug groaned. He grunted and pressed down hard, bearing down with all his weight, and Jared's head was pushed slowly into his ass.

"Yeah." Doug moaned, breathing heavily. "Get in there, motherfucker. Get in my ass, you big fucker." He laid back and flexed his ass, and slowly began pulling Jared in. It was obviously hard work: all his muscles strained, and he started sweating like a motherfucker.

"What the hell -- What the hell are you doing?! What the hell is wrong with you guys?!" Joe was shrill and terrified. "I'm outta here." He turned and tried to run, but didn't get very far. I loped after him, grabbed him, and dragged him back to the little campfire. Even during that little distraction, Doug got Jared pulled in up to his waist. Jared's struggles were weakening with the lack of oxygen. Doug was in bliss, still ejaculating almost continuously, groaning with pleasure, and slowly, slowly pulling the big Marine deeper and deeper in. Within a couple more minutes, only Jared's feet remained outside Doug's ass, and then they too disappeared.

"Ahhhhh...... fuck yeah....." Doug bellowed as another volume of thick white stuff flew upwards out of his huge cock. He laid there for a minute, breathing heavily, then pushed himself up on his elbows.

"Brad, dude, you are gonna fuckin' love it. My ass feels so fucking full right now, I can barely move. Ahhh. Yeah. He's still moving around and hittin' my prostrate. Feels so fuckin' good." He fell back, groaning and writhing, and his still hard cock spurted some more. He gestured to Joe. "He's the perfect size for you to start with. Go ahead, sit on his face."

"NOOOOO!" Joe shrieked, but I was already on him. It took no effort at all to pin him down, drop my shorts and squash his face with my huge bare ass, smothering his screams.

"Just ride his face with your ass while you jack your cock for a while," Doug instructed me, panting heavily. "Let him up for air sometimes so he doesn't pass out. It's so much better when they fight it. Get used to having him under there. Once you get good and sweaty and hot he'll just start sliding in."

It didn't take me long to get used to the feeling of having a guy trapped under my ass, squirming and panicked. I mashed his face hard with my butt, suffocating him and working up one of those deep buttcrack sweats. Doug laid there on the sand a few feet away, watching, totally turned on. He was working his thick cock again, a glazed look in his eyes as he stared at me.

"Ah, yeah.... That's domination, man.... Ain't a fuckin' thing he can do now, man... You got him trapped under your ass.... Get him, motherfucker... Get him..." Doug's trash talk was turning us both on more and more. I lifted my ass up off of Joe and checked him out. He lay there, wasted, gulping air frantically, unable to speak. His face was bright red and dripping with sweat. I sat back down, harder this time, and started grinding my ass downwards. This was really getting me going, I have to say. I hadn't ever dominated a guy with just my ass, and I was likin' it a lot.

So much, in fact, that I guess I got carried away. Like Doug had told me, I wanted to keep him struggling under there for a while before pulling him slowly in and stuffing my ass with his body.... but my ass had other ideas. "Unnnnnnnghhhhh," I groaned loudly.

"Doug... fuck.... he's fuckin' goin' in!" It was true. I'd sat down so hard that it smashed his face halfway into my ass, and when I started riding his face again, it forced his entire head up there. Now my asshole clenched tightly around his neck as his weak screams vibrated up into my butt. I felt his hands on my buttcheeks trying desperately to push me off.

The whole thing was so much a fucking turnon I just laid back, jacking off and groaning. Doug got up and came over, also totally aroused. Even though he'd shoved lots of guys up his ass, he'd never seen it done. He sat by my shoulders and started jacking himself. "Fuck, Brad....take him in, man.... stuff your ass full...." was all he could say.

I got the kid Joe worked in about to mid-chest level. The feeling of fullness in my ass was incredible, just like I was about to take an enormous shit. I could feel him up there wiggling and totally stimulating my prostate. I rolled over on my side, pulling him with me, and looked at Doug. "This is fucking awesome, man," I told him. I was thrashing my cock like a piston.

It all ended too soon. It only took me a few strokes to start coming and my ass just fucking sucked the rest of that kid in, waves of pleasure reverberating through my ass and cock. Doug grunted. He was coming too, just from watching me.

We both collapsed back on the sand, panting, sweaty, worn out.

I turned and looked at Doug. "Next time I get the big one, OK?"

The End

The End