I thought it would be nice to share some memories of the four seasons of my MM life with you. I look back with affection and no regrets on these events in my long life. When I was older than you'd think when a friend, same age, introduced me to the delights of mutual masturbation. Our house had a small extension off the porch at the side door which I used for hobbies, bikes and so on. This afternoon my parents were out and I was there with my friend, Rick who obviously knew about these things and had decided he was going to do it with me, although I had no idea what ‘it’ was all about. I did get erections – lots of them – but never an orgasm, no one had told me about that or anything else. Anyway Rick started to feel me up but I didn’t think what he was doing was right, so I kept turning away from him. That gave him the chance to put his hand in my pocket from behind and so down to my crotch. Do you remember that delicious feeling that made you shudder? Still does if you’re lucky. Somehow he had unbuttoned himself and he got me to hold his cock and having got mine out we wanked each other. It didn’t surprise me that we were the same size and cut; I mean he was just another boy so why would he be different? After a while he spunked (into his hand, I think) but my orgasm had to come later that night because suddenly he lost interest! I was able to finish the job off after seeing what had happened to him. It left me with an aching muscle in my belly that night, but the muscle got well used after that and never gave any more trouble. We had frequent sessions later and I was hooked even if not too active as more normal sex took the upper hand, so to speak. If that was Spring then I suppose Summer arrived years later when I accepted a lift from a guy in London late one night and he took me back to his flat. He plied me with booze and showed me some gay porn and was very happy when I asked if he would like me to take my clothes off. I like doing that; stripping off and he took me off to his bed for a session. He had a way of kissing that I remember made me think he wanted to swallow my tongue. I came early on but I managed to overcome that and we had a really enthusiastic session for two or three hours at the end of which he told me he was going to fuck me and did I want to be on my back or on my front? What good manners! I opted to be on my back. For this, my first time, I was lucky that he had a small cock. This was bare-back as it was before the days of nasty diseases (or so we all believed). I had to wait until Autumn – now years later to enjoy anal again. I met Jamie through a contact magazine and he tried to fuck me the first time we met but I demurred. Really I’m not that sort of boy! A while later though I decide it was time to try it again. This time I insisted on a condom but I have to tell you, who might wonder, if it is worth it and the answer’s a definite yes. Use a lubricant, try and relax and ignore the instinct to push the cock out and you will be rewarded with a sensation that equals the first touch thrill. Jamie was quite thick and probably about five inches long which gave me a full feeling deep inside. It’s the unexpected that is memorable. A few meetings later Jamie rewarded me with a slapped arse for wanting too much. That didn’t stop him from arranging several threesomes, which were very erotic. I still remember Patrick. I know these days that Winter has arrived as my erections need a bit more work but I have been lucky and found a perfect spot for making occasional contact. I live on the south coast and there is a little stretch of road that has been blocked off so anyone arriving there at night is most likely looking for some genital fondling fun. We all seem to have to check that our headlights are really off. I give the fun willingly and anything else on offer, sometimes just given or provided through an open window.