When I was 11 or 12, we used to go to a private beach community in Brooklyn. Members had rentable cabanas, a place where you could change and prep meals and snacks. They were big enough to fit a table and chairs inside.

During the summer of that year there was a boy my age on the beach who started bullying me after seeing me talking with a girl I liked. He loved to taunt me and ask me why I thought a girl like her would want to hang out with a wimp like me. I told him she’s a really nice girl and wouldn’t like him since he was acting like a jerk. The first couple of times he just laughed and walked away. Finally, on one Saturday I saw him push his face to hers and kiss her. I took great satisfaction when she pushed him away and kicked sand at him. It was impossible not to laugh.

“I told you she wouldn’t like you,” I said.

He looked at me like he was really pissed and started running at me. He was a little shorter than me, but chubbier, so I turned and started to run back toward the cabana our family had. I ducked under the raised boardwalk to shorten the distance. Before I could make it through, he caught up to me and pushed me down onto the sand. He jumped down on top of me and we scuffled, I kept trying to pull away. At one point I managed to roll onto all fours, but he jumped on my back, pressing me face first onto the sand. He grabbed my right wrist and twisted my arm up my back.

“So, you’re a big hero, huh?” he taunted. “Now she’ll see what a little weak wimp you are.” He pushed my arm up higher and it felt like it would tear off my shoulder. I yelped in pain and pleaded with him to let me go. “Are you going to go crying to your mommy?”

“Stop, stop,” I yelled. “I’ll tell my dad.”

“Go ahead. I could probably beat him up too.”

By the time he had tackled me under the boardwalk, we were close enough that my dad heard me yelping and he called out. “Jimmy, is that you? Are you okay?” He came under the wooden framework and saw Benjamin sitting on my lower back. “Hey, get off him,” my dad said as he came up to us. He grabbed at Benjamin’s upper arms and dragged him off me. “What do you think you’re doing?” Benjamin yanked his arms free and walked off. “What was that all about?”

“I saw him kiss Charlotte, and she pushed him away. I laughed at him cause I told him that she wouldn’t like him.”

“And so he beat you up?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on,” dad said.

I didn’t know what he had in mind at first, but we walked toward the cabana Benjamin’s family rented. As we got closer, I saw Benjamin’s dad sitting on a beach chair with a beer. Like his son, he was kind of chubby in a flabby way, with a hairy belly and soft chest. My dad didn’t hesitate.

“I wanted to let you know your son was bullying my son,” dad said.

“And why would he do that?” the man asked. He turned in his seat and seemed to look both my dad and me from head to toe, as if sizing us up. “Maybe your son deserved it.”

“By your answer, at least I know where your son gets being a jerk from.”

The man put his beer down and stood up from the beach chair. The top of his head came up to my dad’s shoulder. Where the man was more like a bear, my dad was smooth skinned and kind of slender. “I don’t like your tone,” he said.

“Then maybe you should teach your son some manners and to not be a bully.”

“And maybe, I should teach you some respect,” he said and gave dad a little push.

“Don’t touch me,” dad said.

“What are you going to do about it?”

My dad went to push him back, but I think that’s exactly what the man wanted. He shifted and reached up, sliding his arm around dad’s neck and pulling him onto the carpeting inside the cabana. I felt someone come up behind me, and then heard Benjamin giggle.

“Come on dad, take him,” he said.

Somehow my dad pulled his head free and twisted on his knees and threw his arms around the man, like a bear hug and drove him onto his back. Dad’s hips were between his legs, but his chest was on top of the man’s. He pulled his arms away and groped for his wrists, capturing them. Lifting up, he pressed down on his wrists, slowly forcing the man’s arms down. The man strained, his upper arms jiggling from the tension. Dad got his left arm down, but didn’t seem able to pin his right.

“Come on daddy, beat him up,” Benjamin yelled out.

I was frustrated with him and so did the same thing. “Dad, you’re stronger than he is, hold him down.”

Dad slid his knees up so that he was straddling the man’s belly. I could clearly see the man’s cock up the legs of the loose-legged bathing suit, he seemed to be growing an erection. The position gave dad a little extra leverage and he managed to put the other man’s right arm down. I was feeling so proud that my dad was dominating him after the guy was such a jerk.
Benjamin’s dad started kicking his legs and bucking with his hips while pushing up with his arms. Dad pushed his arms back down a few times, but he seemed to be hBenjaminng trouble keeping them there. In one, coordinated motion, the man twisted his hips, bucking once hard and pushed up with his right arm. Dad slipped to the side and the man carried the momentum through, rolling dad onto his back.

“Yeah!” Benjamin yelled.

“Dad, don’t let him get on top,” I called out.

Benjamin’s dad yanked his wrists free and swung his legs over dad’s tummy and sat down hard. Dad reached up to push him off, but that just made it easier for the man to fully reverse the situation. He took dad’s wrists in his hands and pushed his arms down. In comparison, he did it more easily and much quicker than my dad had done. In less than a couple of seconds he had dad’s arms pinned over his head. Dad tried doing the same thing, bucking his hip, and pushing up with his arms, but he couldn’t even lift them an inch. I had never realized how soft dad’s arms were until seeing them being held down, there was virtually no muscle definition. Something that sounded like a whimper escaped dad’s mouth as he strained.

“So it seems both you and your son are weak wimps,” the man said. “My wife could probably beat you up.”

“Dad, please…,” I pleaded.

“You’re daddy isn’t man enough sweetheart.” He spread out over dad’s body, locking his feet around dad’s ankles and pressing his chest over his face. Dad squirmed under him and the man started to dry hump him. “I think I’ve found a new girlfriend,” he said.

Dad struggled even harder, but I could tell it wasn’t going to do any good. He was clearly no match for Benjamin’s dad.

“Did you have anything else you wanted to complain about?” he asked. “Any more comments about my son being a bully?” The man lifted his chest from Dad’s face. My dad looked up at him, his face a mask of fear as he shook his head from side to side. “Are you ever going to interfere with my son again if he decides to put your son in his place?”

“No,” dad said weakly.

“What was that?”

“No,” dad said louder.

The man changed position, moving his body up and sliding his knees over dad’s arms, looking down at him over his chest and beer belly. “If I ever hear otherwise, the next time I put you in this position, you’ll be meeting my junk, do you understand?”

Dad was wide-eyed and nodded.

When the dad let him up, we both went quickly to our cabana, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that things wouldn’t end there.

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BamaJDon41 (9 )

10/09/2022 12:07 AM

REally hot story! Vivid imagery! Definitely hope things don't end there.

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KPkid (0)

10/09/2022 1:59 PM

Letting the sons be older .. like 16 or 18 would have been good.. Ben could have taken on Daddy’s boy while Ben’s dad put the big mouth wimp in his place!

Part 2 Sequel….. Ben carries wimp boy over his shoulder to the beach for some more wrestling action while Ben’s dad frog marches his latest victim to watch their boys “play!”

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BamaJDon41 (9 )

10/14/2022 1:29 AM

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 that's hilarious!!!!!!

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Lanier (1)

10/17/2022 7:54 PM

Loved this story. Can’t wait to see the continuation. Please write it soon

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SalzPeter (103 )

10/19/2022 10:33 AM

Interesting how this sort of toxic masculinity was "the norm" in the past...it happened all the time in my neighbourhood where I grew up with racist overtones.
And I have to admit I found the tension between two older men very sexy 😋 😉 💪 🐽

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maccabi (24)

11/10/2022 3:01 PM

Interesting... Love to read part 2.. when a revenge match was settled. A tag team match... Daddy vs Daddy , AND son vs son... To Rumble each one with hos related rival... I'm a private área... When no one would interfiere... For the male honor... AND wearing Tiny speedos because def would be a hot match...the loser got fucked by the Champions...

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aaron27 (0)

11/10/2022 5:06 PM

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I would love to write that, but based on another earlier comment, I'm not sure how popular that would be....

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