I was kind of lost following my first divorce after only barely two years of marriage. The reality was we were too young to be married at 21 and both of us had some growing up to do first. I spent the first year since the divorce in '74 just messing around and trying to find some direction and footing to go forward. I was even contemplating going back to college. I was painting houses and doing some handyman work, though I was admittingly not very handy. At least I made enough to rent a humble apartment of my own. I figured that might make "entertaining" the ladies easier, but I had not been having much luck in that department so far. My "wining and dining" funds at this juncture in life were somewhat limited. Plus, I wasn't really in the market for a committed relationship right then. I was just missing sex and hoping to get laid with no strings attached. And then along came Mikey, literally and figuratively.

I was up at my folks', the childhood home where I had been raised, to check and make sure everything was OK, as they were gone on one of their many cruises they loved to go on during those years. I decided to wash my truck while I was there, as I could not do that at my apartment complex. I was lost in thought when I was suddenly surprised by a cheerful voice.

"Hey, stranger, what's new?"

I turned and it was Mikey, one of my childhood neighbor buddies that I had literally not seen in years. He definitely was not a little kid anymore at 22. He was two years younger than me and had gone to a private religious high school, while I went to a public one, so we had very little interaction during those years. But as kids we played together nearly every day in the early 60's. He came from a strong Baptist family, and I had heard Mikey had gone off to some religious college back east. Now here he was standing in front of me wearing tight short shorts, as was the fashion in the 70s, and a tank top. It was a hot day, and I was only in swim trunks as I washed my truck. I was a beach bum surfer and was very tan and fairly muscular, while Mikey was very fair, a ginger, shorter, and slender.

"Wow, you look like Tarzan with that tan and muscles!" Mikey quipped. "You make me look like Jane in comparison!"

I remember thinking that was an odd and interesting thing to say, and in retrospect kind of exciting.

Mikey then came up and hugged me, which seemed a little weird at first too, as I was not the product of a real touchy/feely family. We caught up on our lives a bit. Mikey had just graduated from college with a political science degree and wasn't sure what direction he was headed next. He decided to stay with his folks for the summer and look at his options. I told him I had just gotten a divorce the year before, and he mentioned just breaking up after a long-term relationship also. Mikey suggested that we should get together socially and 'catch up', as he put it. I invited him to my apartment for the upcoming Saturday. He said he needed a break from his folks' constant 'religiosity', as he had fallen off the evangelical wagon as of late. Little did I know at that time how much 'catching up' Mikey and I would be doing Saturday!

In the next few days, I became obsessed with mulling over the hug and "Tarzan/Jane" line Mikey gave me. Could this have been a sexual come-on that I was just too naive to pick up on? I had never had a gay sexual experience, but I know I was getting erections just thinking about the possibility of getting Mikey into my bed and him wrapping those smooth, creamy white legs around me as we kissed. In that spirit I cleaned up my apartment really well, put nice clean new sheets on my bed, and threw a few scented candles around for a more romantic atmosphere. In other words, all the things I did when had a lady friend over that never seemed to work. Maybe I was just batting for the wrong team? Either way, I was getting a vibe Mikey might be gay and I was wanting to get him in my bed and wasn't quite sure how to go about it. These new feelings even confused me

Mikey showed up at my place Saturday afternoon and we decided to get a bite at Zapata's, a great Mexican restaurant within walking distance of my apartment. Mikey had not been there for quite a while and was really jonesing for their tacos after a few years of suffering through North Carolina's excuse for Mexican cuisine. While we were dining, I found out a little more about Mikey's last few years. Yes, he was gay and had broken up with his long-term boyfriend right after he graduated. He was still in the closet with his Baptist family except for his more liberal sister. He asked me if I had a problem with him being gay and that he just wanted to be honest and straightforward with me. I assured him it was not an issue with me. In fact, as soon as Mikey told me he was gay I started to get a boner!

We walked back to my place, and I jokingly asked Mikey if he would like to smoke some pot "now that you are a sinner."

He laughed and said, "Sure, but I have to warn you it makes me horny!"

Looked like I hit the jackpot, and it would be smooth sailing from here. We sat down on my sofa, and I lit up a joint. I had one leg straight out resting on my coffee table when Mikey put his leg next to mine and again commented on how tan I was compared to him and ended with "You Tarzan, me Jane." I laughed and turned my head towards him to reply with some clever quip when I realized how close he had gotten to me. There was a brief glance into each other's eyes, then we kissed. The tension had lifted, and we were off to the races.

After a few passionate kisses, I had to ask, "Mikey, I have never done this before and not quite sure of how to go about it?"

Mikey replied cheekily, "No problem, I have done it many times. I will tell you if you are doing something wrong. Just pretend I am a girl. Pretty much all our holes are in the same places! We have plenty of time for you to practice. I told my parents I won't be back till tomorrow." That comforted me somehow and I ended up following Mikey's advice with great success.

We made out on the couch like two teenagers at a drive-in movie and it felt right. In fact, I was actually a little amazed out how comfortable I felt, and Mikey was an incredibly good kisser. I was as hard as a diamond. Mikey excused himself to get an overnight bag in his car he had packed just in case he "got lucky". When he came back, he asked to be excused to the 'little girl's room'. He explained he had brought a few 'props' to help me transition to making love to a man and added, "Plus, I love dressing up as a hot chick!" I didn't think my cock could get any harder, but it did! I just knew I was in for an amazing night!

The bathroom in my tiny place was right off the bedroom, so I decided to cut to the chase, strip my clothes off, light a few seductive candles, jump into bed, and wait for Mikey to come out, so to speak. I could tell he was up to something in there with his shadow moving around visibly from light coming through the bottom crack of the door and the rustling I was hearing. The one nice thing I did get from the divorce was a beautiful queen-sized bed. Finally, it was going to get some use besides sleeping and tossing and turning. I waited with anticipation for Mikey to open that bathroom door. And I was not disappointed when he did; in fact, I was blown away.

Mikey stepped out of the bathroom in a sheer pink baby doll with matching panties. "Her" auburn hair was already long, as was the fashion of the day for men, and "she" had on lipstick and make-up. Mikey was beautiful and there was for sure going to be some exchange of bodily fluids tonight! I told Mikey to forget "Tarzan and Jane" and that we were going to switch over to Gidget and Moondoggie as our fantasy couple because Mikey looked so cute! Mikey's smooth legs were perfect for the baby doll. "She" jumped on the bed and giggled, "Let's make babies, Moondoggie!"

Mikey pulled the covers back and saw my pulsating erection and instantly put both his hands on my cock. "It's beautiful. I want it in my pussy!"

I rolled Mikey over on his back and we started to kiss passionately again. My hand traveled down to his crotch and felt his firm little man clit through his panties. "As pretty as these panties are, I think they would be prettier on the floor!" With that, I took them off and flung them off the bed. Mikey's little peepee was quivering with excitement too. I cupped it in my hand as I kissed Mikey. That was the end of the clever sex patter between us. It was all moaning and kissing sounds from here on out. We were doing some serious loving now. I got Mikey's baby doll off and sucked on his perky little tits much to his enjoyment.

Mikey rolled me back onto my back again and straddled me, all the while kissing me deeply. I could now feel his hand on my cock, and I knew the moment of truth had arrived for us to truly consummate our love. Mikey looked at me deeply in my eyes as he guided the head of my cock into his boy pussy. It slid right in. He had obviously prepared for this moment. It was perfection, a way better fit than any female vagina I had ever experienced. Mikey was in ecstasy and moaned as he grinded against me, his own little man clit rubbing against my belly. I knew I wasn't going to last long this first round and as soon as Mikey breathlessly said "Your cock is so perfect! I love you!" in my ear, that did it as I shot a huge load of baby seed up Mikey's butt. It just kept on spewing and spewing. Mikey also sprayed his cum all over my belly as he squealed passionately, and we came at the same time. I thought this must be what heaven was like.

Mikey lay on top of me for a while in complete silence, gently kissing me. All we heard was the wind gently blowing through the trees outside. He eventually slid off me and nestled in my arms against my chest. We were both spent and in a beautiful, soft, romantic haze. After a bit I got up to use the bathroom and looked back at Mikey in bed sleeping. His butt was still pink from the pounding and cum was still oozing out his sissy man pussy. All was right and good, and I knew this was a moment to savor.

We made love several more times that night in new and exciting positions, around the world so to speak. I could not believe how much sperm I pumped in and all over Mikey that night. Mikey even joked in the morning light that he looked like a glazed donut! We got up and took a shower together and I pumped a last load in his mouth while he was on his knees. We had a lot of sex that summer before Mikey decided to go back east to graduate school. It became a turning point in my life too, as it gave me the confidence to follow my sensuality with both male and female partners from that summer on.