Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2012 23:34:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Philip Hogan <pfh2760@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: At the Beach.  Seduced by Monty.

This follows on from "Seduced by Steven" (Adult / Youth) and "Sleep-over
with Mike" (High School).  The story is further reflections of memories
from long ago as I celebrate my seventieth birthday.  The story is true,
the names, the places, everything.

I would welcome comments to pfh2760@yahoo.com.au.

Whilst my experiences with Steven and Mike were both enjoyable and
memorable, my experience with Monty was neither enjoyable or all that
memorable. It was my introduction to the selfish prowler, who uses you to
get his rocks off and leaves you breathless and frustrated.  I was to come
across the type a few times, mainly at bath houses or on the beats.

I had left school after dad said he would not support me at school if I did
not want to be there.  I was bright enough, being in the top five students
in the class, but I was the disruptive element and the teachers were
constantly sending me outside, until one day I was directed to attend upon
the Principal, who promptly told me to pack my bags, and showed me the
door.  He would consider taking me back after a meeting with both my
parents.  Well, they had the meeting and dad decided that I could go to
work in a bank, or in the state public service where he worked.  I chose
the bank, and so after some strings were pulled, and the old boys club was
imposed upon, I started at the Bank of New South Wales at Randwick two
weeks later.

I started as the office junior, doing the usual things, being the gopher,
holding the petty cash account and doing the mail.

One of the tasks that fell to the junior was to be the escort when the bank
held its work place agencies, for employees to deposit their money on pay
day (this was well and truly before EFT or anything electronic for that
matter.  (Sputnic was a year or two ago.)  One of the agencies was at the
Prince of Wales Hospital a few blocks away, we had set up in the office the
hospital adminstrator had set aside for us, and before long the nurses,
aides, cleaners and clerks were lining up to deposit their money.

One of the early depositors handed over the pass-book and money to the
teller, and said to me, "Hello, I think I know you, don't I?"  I looked up,
and straight away, recognised the guy who a year or so earlier had seduced
me at Maroubra.  I stuttered and mumbled "Er, nnnno, I don't think so" and
went back to what I was doing in the back office.  But I would have rather
forgotten all about Monty, wardsman and part time beach inspector.  I
looked at his deposit slip and saw his name was indeed Monty.  Monty
George.

It all came flooding back.  I was 14, New year 1956 was last week, Sydney
was having a heat wave and this was the third day over 95 deg.  It was
bloody hot, and I was with mum and my two older brothers going to the beach
at Maroubra which we usually did in the summer.  Mum had parked herself
under the beach umbrella with a book, and both brothers had taken off to
search out friends.  I asked mum for a few pennies so I could "go to the
toilet in the change sheds".  Mum said, "why don't you just go into the
surf and pee there?"

I really just wanted to go and see the naked men and boys in there, having
showers, getting dressed and undressed.  So I said "Um, no, I need to go
and sit".

It was a huge turn on for me, as I got naked and tried to hide my erection,
and got a big buzz from the old blokes sitting around, also naked and some
with erections. I ended up in one of the toilet cubicles having a very good
wank.  I remember I came all over the back of the toilet door, and I can
still visualise the cum running down the dirty green door!  So I really did
need to sit!

I got dressed again, and walked out into the sunlight and the heat.  I went
back to where mum was, and told her I was going in for a swim and surf.
"Just remember that I want to go home no later than half past four, and be
careful!"  The surf was very mild, with small waves and not much of a
current flowing, so I just mucked around for a little while looking at the
studs and getting half hard.  I had not seen anyone that I knew. When I
came back to the beach, I started to walk along the beach to the Northern
end, when I hear a loud voice "Hey, you, boy!"

I turned and saw this nuggety bloke, probably in his forties or something,
with an incredible brown tan, a blue singlet and a straw hat with the
municipal crest on it with the words "BEACH INSPECTOR" across each side of
the hat band.  He was wearing loose khaki shorts, carrying a rather
tattered towel and a pair of sunglasses completed my memory of him.  "Do
you want me?" I asked, rather surprised, as I could not fathom what on
earth he would want with me.  Was I in trouble? Did I do something wrong?

"I just want to let you know that you drifted out of the area covered by
the flags.  Don't you know that you should only swim between the flags?"

"Was I? I did not realise. Sorry." I managed to mutter as I was getting a
bit anxious because I did not know what he could do.  Could he order me
from the beach? Take my name an address?  Tell my parents?  I was shifting
from foot to foot and not looking at him, as I desperately wanted to get
away but was afraid to turn and run.

He came and put his arm around my shoulder, and said "Don't be frightened
of me son, I am only telling you this for your own good so you don't end up
needing to be rescued, or worse.

"My name is Monty, what say we go for a walk along the beach as I need to
go to the Southern end to complete my midday rounds. We could have a talk
and I could tell you about the beach and all sorts of things." Wow, wait
till I get to school and brag that I was mates with the beach inspector!
Should I tell Mum where I was going, I thought, then decided against it as
she had a thing about strangers.

We set off, walking down the centre of the beach, half way between the surf
and the concourse, where the majority of people were sitting or lying on
the sand.  We had not gone far, when Monty said "Just have a look at that!"
pointing towards a couple lying on the sand facing each other.  She had her
hand down the front of his speedos, and you could see the head of his
erection jutting over the waist band.  "You wait here for me, I have to do
something about that" and he set off to address the couple.  After a minute
or so, voices were being raised, a crowd started to gather, and then the
couple picked up their things and walked off the beach towards the car
park.  Monty came back to me, and said nothing about the exchange he had
just had with the horny couple.  I said "Did you get their names and
addresses?" as we resumed our walk towards the southern end of the beach.
"No, I just read the riot act to them and told them to 'get a room' ",
whatever that meant.

At the southern end there was a rocky enclosure that at low tide made a
sheltered pool that little kids could play in, and the area was quite
popular with young families.

As we walked past a dozen or so squealing kiddies frolicking in the water,
we saw at the very end of the beach, on the water's edge a couple of
teenagers locked in an embrace just like Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr in
"From Here to Eternity" which was still showing in the local picture shows.
He was lying between her spread legs which were wrapped around his waist,
and they were rolling from side to side.  You could see his erection
rubbing against her belly.  "Here we go again" said Monty as he walked up
to the couple and nudged them with his foot.  "How would you two like to
stop that display and go get a room somewhere?  There is a big fine for
that sort of display, and I am sure you don't want a criminal record, do
you?" They broke the embrace. She ran and brought a towel from up the beach
back to her boy friend so he could hide his erection.  They then also
hurriedly headed for the car park.

"I would not have been game to do that when I was their age.  Have you made
out and kissed your girl friend like that yet?"  I had a girlfriend,
Margaret and she lived next door, and I had not got past kissing on the
lips and feeling her breasts through her shirt.  I was embarrassed to
answer, so I said nothing, but I was aroused by the sight of their making
out, and my growing erection was pressing against my speedos.  I was
actually reminded of the afternoon with Stephen, and my weekend with
Michael.  Unlike the raw passion displayed on the beach in front of us, my
memories were of gentle, erotic and satisfying times. I saw that Monty was
looking at my crotch, but his eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses so I
couldn't be sure.

"I need to go up behind the rifle range towards Dead Man's Gulch.  Do you
know where that is?"  I shook my head no, and he said it was halfway to
Long Bay. "You never know what is going on up there"

"Isn't it dangerous behind the rifle range?  I don't want to get a stray
rifle bullet"

"No, It is below the shooting trajectory so it is quite safe.  Anyway there
is no shooting today.  See, up there" pointing to a flagpole on a distant
hilltop, "there is no red flag so it is safe.  If the flag is raised, it
means that the range is occupied, and shooting is imminent.  If it at half
mast, then shooting is taking place."

He then proceeded to climb the rocky outcrop at the end of the beach with
me following close behind , and walked along a well defined track which
meandered a bit then ran along the edge of the cliff face.  Looking down,
the mild swell of the South Pacific crashed against the rocks below, and
the sea breeze got a lot stronger, being exposed on the top of the cliff.
I caught a glimpse of a nude man on the outcrop below but before I could
say anything to Monty, the man disappeared around a boulder.

We walked for about another five or so minutes, then he took a path away
from the cliff top into the low shrub bush that covered the headland.  A
short time later he made a sudden turn to the left and stepped into a
depression sheltered form the now quite strong breeze and proceeded to take
off his hat, singlet and shorts.  "I am going to get some sunshine on my
bum.  Do you want to join me?"  Before I could answer, he took off his
swimming trunks, and sat on his folded singlet, with his knees bent up
towards his chin.  "Why not", I thought, "it could get interesting" I then
took off my speedos, and likewise, I folded them and set them on the sand
and sat down.  I also had my knees bent, and my now very hard cock was
between my thighs.  The way he was sitting, he could see my hard cock but I
could not see his.

"I see you have a stiffie" he said looking in my direction, "so do I.

"Come over here and suck me off will you?" he asked as he lowered his knees
displaying the smallest cock I had ever seen, no bigger than my middle
finger.  It reminded me of the pre-pubescent boys at Wylies Baths on sports
day and in the dressing sheds.  Young boys were of absolutely no interest
to me. I had been taught never to comment on the way someone else looks, so
I held my thoughts about his tiny dick to myself

His cock was hard, and sticking up with a serious bend in it towards the
left.  "Come on, you will find it is OK".  "Come on" he said again. I did
not say anything about my experiences at cock sucking with Steve or Mike,
both of which I enjoyed.

I went over to him, and got on my knees between his legs and bent over.
Monty grabbed the back of my head and forced my onto that little cock, and
then proceeded to fuck my mouth, quite hard and roughly.

I tried to get away from his hold on my head, but he would not let go.
Then he came, with two or three shots of cum.  He did not taste like Steve
or Mike.  His cum was quite bitter and it set off my gag reflex, and I just
missed his legs with my vomit as I spewed.  "You bastard, you could have
warned me."

"Now you know what cum tastes like" he said as he stood up and was putting
on his shorts and singlet.  He did not put on his swimming trunks.

I just stood there with my still very hard cock jutting out from my body,
and he said "You have a nice thick cock there, I have not seen one as thick
as yours on a boy your age. It is quite impressive.  If you like I can
introduce you to a club at Darlinghurst where you could make a lot of
money.  Meet me a the tram stop at Five Ways at Kingsford at around seven
today or tomorrow and I will take you in."

"I will think about it, but I will have trouble getting away at night.  I
will have to tell my parents where I am going and with whom.  Thanks for
the offer though."  I seriously considered it for a few minutes as the
thought of money was appealing but the risks involved in lying to the
parents were just too great for me to consider.  (I have been forever
grateful that I did not take him up on the offer).

So there I was standing there still naked and with a very hard cock, and
Monty just turns his back and walks back towards the beach.  "Bloody hell"
I thought, "What about me??"  I struggled back into my speedos, with my
slowly deflating cock getting less painful and followed from a distance.

He beat me back to the beach, and when he stepped onto the sand, he went
over to a group of men who were drinking beer and playing cards.  As I
walked past them, Monty did not acknowledge me, but the men who were there
all looked in my direction some smiling at me and some grinning.

"Good grief," I thought, "the bugger has told them about it."

Now being quite depressed about the whole episode, I walked slowly back to
where Mum and my brothers were waiting.  "I just want to go home now
please" I said in a pathetic pleading voice.

"Why?" my brothers chimed together.

"I am not feeling well" I lied.  "I threw up a little while ago", which was
not a lie but I could not explain further than that.

"All right boys, your little brother is not well so I suppose we had better
go.  Are you well enough to catch the tram an bus, or do we need to get a
taxi?"

"No thanks Mum, the tram and bus will do just fine."

Now, when I hear the Shannon Noll song "What about me? I am reminded of
Monty.

So take a step back and see the little people
They may be young but they're the ones
That make the big people big
So listen, as they whisper
What about me