Michael knew he was charlatan, but he
just didn't give a damn. For years now he and Detlev had been
pulling this stunt off successfully and it had always
'It probably always will', he mused idly
as he strolled through the downtown pedestrian shopping zone in
Frankfurt together with this girl he met last week, named Karla.
He smiled brightly at her, wondering how long it would take this
time before she felt the irresistible urge to "save
The trick always worked up to the point
when they found out that he and Detlev only pretended to be a gay
couple. Then it was game-over. Naturally, it was not exactly the
way someone was supposed to develop any kind of lasting
relationship. No relationship ever survives if its abased on a
lie. But as far as Detlev and Michael were concerned, there was
no better dirty trick in the book to get laid, except maybe, to
go on holiday to Mallorca and wait until the women lost all of
their inhibitions with alcohol. It wasn't half as fun,
For the past three years, Michael and
Detlev had gone out to bars posing as a gay couple, where they
knew women co-workers congregated after work. Naturally, they had
spent time perfecting their "act" for those stereo-typical
idiosyncrasies that most hetero women thought all homosexual men
had. They had even gone so far as to visit gay bars to "study"
their subjects. Surprised how few stereo-types they actually
found there, they were too shocked to discover the differences
between "normal" men and "gay" men were diminishingly small. No
matter. Detlev insisted that they needed to act like "typical
queer-arse gays", if they were to gain any kind of sympathy from
women they were stalking.
It was a relatively simple game. They
came into the bar swishing their hips as if they were bitchy
fashion models walking down the catwalk, gushing over the
restaurant or bar décor and gourmet gossip in loud theatrical
voices in an exaggerated feminine manner. That was their début.
It usually rewarded them with the desired attention they needed.
The next thing was to walk audaciously up to a group of women
co-workers and demand to know where one of them bought that
stunning dress, piece of jewellery, or had their hair done.
Michael and Detlev discovered through trial and error this trick
never worked with mixed company. Other men didn't often like
sharing the attention of their female colleagues with gay men,
and real gay men saw through the theatrics. No, it only worked
with a group of women.
The demanding question was the bait that
usually worked. For some reason, women never had the heart to
tell an "obviously" gay man to go mind his own business and get
lost, whereas even the most polite straight men were often rudely
told to leave them alone, even if only they asked something as
innocuous as the time of day.
Michael and Detlef used this opening
question, emitted like a clear command, as an unspoken invitation
to pull up chairs and engage in conversation. Detlev called it
the "cheekiness-ratio": 10% cunning and 90% pretend-queer
bullshit. Worked like a charm for them, since they were hardly
ever turned down, just like when pushy mothers-in-law foisted
their company upon their relatives could ever "make" them leave.
With the proper combination of charm, wittiness and exaggeration
it never failed. Many young women seemed to form some sort of
pity and sympathy for gay men that they couldn't spare for
straight men. Michael thought it was only because they didn't
view gay men as sexually intimidating. Once engaged in
conversation with a round of sympathetic working girls, it was a
piece of cake to find a woman who would try to "save" him from
his fate of never having been loved by a woman.
That's how Michael had met Karla last
week. He and Detlev were strolling down the Fressgasse in
Frankfurt when they both heard the sound of women's laughter
causing them to both stop and turn around look to see who was
laughing. Quickly the two men looked at each other and grinned,
before they walked with swaying hips over to sidewalk table
containing about 8-10 lovely young female bank employees having
Since both men subscribed a couple of
prominent fashion magazines, they were up-to-date about the
latest women's fashions, celebrity gossip and whatever the female
Zeitgeist was into at the moment. Michael had been holding a
monologue about swimwear, when Karla mentioned she was interested
in buying a new bikini for herself. The polite (and apparently
harmless) gay man that he was, he promptly offered to help her
choose a new garment and insisted she couldn't do without his
expert advice. Having impressed all of her co-workers with his
impeccable fashion knowledge, they all confirmed his decision,
urging her to say yes.
Michael smiled when she laughed and did
say 'yes' without hesitation. Karla was fantastic!
Shoulder-length tawny brown hair and light brown eyes. He
delighted at the slight crème-gold colour of her skin contrasting
her conservative white business blouse, now slightly un-buttoned
in the warm early evening after work, exposing the cleavage of
two shapely breasts. He imaged for a fleeting moment how they
might be resting in his open palms. The satisfying thought was
confirmed with an concurring movement in his
Karla wanted to go on Saturday, but
Michael talked her out of it. Instead, he insisted she should
take Monday off. On Saturdays the pedestrian zone and the stores
were hopeless overcrowded he cautioned. His real motive was that
most of the retail clerks took Mondays off, so the chances of the
store interrupting his attempts to get closer to Karla were
It was unseasonably hot on the Zeil Mile,
the pedestrian shopping zone in downtown Frankfurt on Monday
mid-morning. Karla wore a peach-coloured midriff top tied around
her neck, and a short white Italian-length skirt, which ended at
mid-thigh. He enjoyed the light crème-gold colour of her skin
which came from being kissed by the sun for a couple of weeks.
Michael stopped suddenly seemingly to tie his shoe, but it was
only to take a good long look at those long slim smooth legs
disappearing below the skirt into the most promising tight little
heart-shaped arse he had seen in ages. Fortunately, he was
dressed in looser khaki causal trousers, which didn't reveal how
much he was idly wondering what those legs felt like wrapped
around his hips and tight her arse really was.
It was time to drop the hint, Michael
thought, and suggested that they go to a coffee bar first.
Sipping their Viennese melanges in an island café in the middle
of nearly deserted pedestrian zone, he looked forlornly in the
distance sighing melancholically.
"Is there something wrong?" Karla asked,
immediately concerned how her otherwise so cheerful companion
suddenly seemed so glum.
"No… it's just that… oh, never mind!" he
replied with mock bitterness.
"Oh, you can tell me!" she nearly begged.
Karla found it such a shame. Such a nice, considerate and
shamelessly attractive man going to waste on other men! She was
wondering what woman wouldn't kill to get her hooks in
Michael sighed dramatically again. "I
don't know… it's just that… well, I don't know if I should tell
you. I don't think you would understand" he replied dejectedly,
and waited for his cue.
"Oh, that's okay. We can talk about it if
you want to. I'm a pretty good listener", she
"Well… I don't know. I mean I don't know
how you feel about… men like me…" he drifted off.
"What? You mean about gay men?" she
replied, smiling. He pretended to be chagrined.
"You don't have to be ashamed. You can
tell me", she encouraged, clasping his hand re-assuredly. Her
crème-coloured slender fingers were perfect, as he groaned
inwardly at the thought of having them firmly enclosing his
blood-gorged cock that was invisibly swelling in anticipation
against his trousers. Thank God that the café table served as a
make-shift barrier for betraying his true
Inwardly he grinned, thinking, 'Good
girl! You'd have to be stupider than a piece of toast if those
obvious gay theatrics didn't give you the hint!'. Instead he
only said, "Oh, it's that obvious I'm gay?" he asked with mock
"Michael… how can I tell you … there are
just some things straight men don't do…" she said and blushed
slightly, lost for explanations.
The slight blush triggered a vision of
her face being the same exact colour in the midst of arousal, and
sparked the further interest in his trousers. He prayed that he
wouldn't have to wait all day to find out what colour her face
would have while she was sucking his cock.
"Can I make a confession to you and you
promise not to tell?" he implored, taking advantage of her gentle
touch, and enclosing her small hand his. It felt like a small
delicate bird trapped inside of the heat of his own hands. She
nodded smiling her consent.
"It's Detlev", he started.
"Oh… I thought you two were a happy
couple", she said.
"Yeah, but I don't know… I mean … he is
my first real boyfriend, and I just don't know. We don't get
along like we used to, and I am beginning to wonder…" he
deliberately trailed off.
"Wonder what?" she chirped
"Well…" He looked away feigning
embarrassment. "You know… I no longer really certain if I'm
really gay", he looked up hopefully at her. This was the turning
point. The really street-smart ones see through this, but the
ones that want to seduce or be seduced go further.
"Oh…" she said looking surprised and
taken aback. His heart skipped a beat. Would it
"You mean that you think you're not gay?"
she asked incredulously.
"Well, I'm pretty sure I am… it's just
that it doesn't really feel right with Detlev anymore. We argue
all the time and I've thought a lot about breaking up with him.
We just don't really get along like we used to. He seduced me
when I was 17 and we've been together since then. But lately I've
been wondering…" he trailed of again, and curled his hand to a
fist biting his knuckles pensively as he stared wordlessly at the
table, praying silently, 'Please, please ask! I am dying to fuck
you so very badly!'
"What?" she asked
He breathed a sigh of relief, which
seemed like reluctance to her. "Well, I was beginning to wonder
if I'm not really gay, because you know… I've never really been
with a woman. Oh, I had the usual kissing and petting episodes in
school with girls, but I have never really slept with a girl, you
know." He glanced up at her furtively to judge her reaction and
say confusion and indecision. 'Okay', he thought, 'Time to water
it down for the moment.'
"Well, maybe I don't really need a
girlfriend. I think I am just getting fed up with Detlev. He is
so inconsiderate about my feelings. He is a horrible flirt, you
know! Every time we go out, he winds up flirting with some other
man, and he just doesn't care about how I feel! It hurts so much
when he cheats on me! You know what I mean? I just want to find
someone who cares about my feelings for a change!" he emphasised,
and let mock tears swell up in his eyes.
In sympathy, Karla patted his hand, and
clasped it again with that warm grip that made his balls secretly
ache in anticipation. "Yeah, I know exactly how you feel. I'm
just like you! I still want to find a man who can make feel like
'YES!' he triumphed as he gave her a
genuine smile he hoped would seem more like sympathetic
re-assurance rather than the triumphant feeling he was really
experiencing. He changed the subject and made small talk until he
paid for their coffee and they left for the department store
where Karla wanted to try on swimwear.
When they got on to second floor and
arrived into the beachwear section, Michael was already scoping
the floor to find out how many clerks were milling about. He
couldn't believe his luck! There were only two women serving the
only cash register in sight on the far side of the floor. Other
than a couple of customers checking out and one or two elderly
women shopping for clothes on the other side of the floor the
store seem practically vacant. The women's beachwear section was
Karla had take no notice of this
whatsoever. She was attempting to concentrate on choosing an
appropriate colour between a bright turquoise and a hot-pink
bikini, yet finding herself unable to concentrate, because she
found herself wondering what kind of unusual lover Michael might
have made. Now that the possibility he might not be gay had
arisen, she felt confused, yet unable to stop thinking about how
great he looked in his pale blue French-cut cotton dress shirt,
which decently exposed the virile strength of his chest on this
warm pre-summer day. Idly she wondered if he would have ever
become gay in the first place if he had had the right girlfriend
before he met Detlev. She chided herself for thinking about his
masculine hips and absently shook her head. Turning sharply, she
was about call him to come over to take a look at the swimsuits
she had selected, when she startled to find him standing only
inches behind her. She caught and suppressed a cry of surprise
in her throat.
"Oh Michael! Sorry, I didn't see you…"
not finishing the sentence as she was suddenly distracted,
becoming aware of the scent of his light, yet potent aftershave.
She blushed at the sudden un-anticipated urge of desire,
wondering if the flush of warmth she felt was her own or emanated
from the heat his body seemed to radiate.
"Pardon?" he asked with a slow smile and
"Umm… ugh… these ugh suits… ugh… I was
wondering… um what you think of the colours", she stammered in
He stared relentlessly into her blushing
face with unwavering pale blue eyes for an infinitely long moment
- long enough to allow the colour of her face to warm his
stiffening cock, before snapping out of his reverie and replying,
"Oh! The colours! Yes, well… very bright, don't you
"Yes… well, I … I mean I … well tell me
what you … ugh … think", she stammered nervously.
"Well, I can't tell you much of anything
until you try them on. Swimwear only has an impact when it's on
the person wearing it. On the hanger it's unimaginable what it
looks like", he replied with a calmness he wasn't
"Yeah… um… okay… I guess I'll try them
on", she replied awkwardly, looking around for the changing booth
section - anything not to have to get lost in those charming
penetrating eyes! What was wrong with her? Was she falling for a
gay man now? What would he think if he knew what she was
He watched her stalk off in her humility
towards the changing room. Glancing at his watch, he wondered
where they might go so they could get out of here and be alone
together. Must be those spring feelings he thought. It seemed
like ages since the last time he felt this horny. Nervously he
paced outside the changing booths, waiting for her to change and
ask him to come pass his judgement. The anticipation was driving
him mad. Finally he grew impatient, poked his head around the
corner of the changing booth room. It appeared deserted.
Nervously he cleared his throat nervously and called down the
"Karla?!" he called. No answer. He
wondered in which booth she was.
"Karla!" he called again.
"Yeah?" came the disappointed reply from
the last booth on the left.
Quickly he looked back out on the sales
floor to see if anyone was even near the beachwear section. Still
no one. He suppressed a feral smile as he walked towards the
booth where he thought she was in. Sure enough, through the space
where the clothe curtain did not fully cover the length of the
door frame, he could see her fidgeting with the bikini bra in the
'Good God!' he thought, 'Her tits are
even more perfect than I imagined!' She was attempted to balance
her well-formed breasts, which were the size of ripe oranges in
the skimpy bikini bra. Because it was cooler in the store than
outside, the buds of her breasts stood erect at attention,
pressing defiantly against the thin ultra-smooth micro-fabric
textile. The bikini panties fit like a hand in a glove, exposing
the wonderful satiny cheeks of her heart-shaped arse, but the bra
was a size too small, and she was struggling with the bulging
breast demanding to escape the meagre confines of the hot-pink
warning triangles preventing him from seeing their true
"Is everything all right?" he asked,
hoping his voice wouldn't sound as ragged as he
She looked up and found him peeping at
her through the empty space next to the curtain. Suddenly she
turned, and drew the curtain aside, still fidgeting with the bra
"I don't know. It seems like it just
won't fit! The bottoms are okay, but I don't understand why the
top won't fit! What do you think?" she complained pouting her
He smiled and said, "Hmm… let me have a
look! Turn around!" he commanded. He couldn't believe it when she
obeyed him without protest, and felt his blood pound as she
pirouetted to flash that gorgeous arse of hers again.
She turned and looked up in his face
expectantly. She was right. The bikini bra was lopsided, and was
threatening to expose one of those impudent pouting overly-ripe
nipples to the general public. He frowned, saying, "Just let me
have a look…" and proceeded to pull at the strings on her bikini
bra, and to his pleasure nearly let first the one and then almost
the other escape.
"Hmm… This calls for being a bit devious.
Obviously the bottoms fit like a charm. The colour is perfect!
It's definitely you! You almost look like Halle Berry in that
James Bond film. But I do think the top is just a tad too small.
No problem. We'll just exchange the top with a size bigger and it
will be perfect! Now don't go away. You can take that one off,
and I shall bring you a bigger one. Stay right here, and I'll be
back in a moment."
He went off to find the next larger size,
again checking that the floor section was just as deserted as
before. "God, I think I love Mondays!" he muttered realising that
no one had even taken notice that he had gone in and out of
women's changing room. Hopefully it would stay that way for a few
When he came back to the changing booth,
a thrill coursed through him to spy her through the curtain space
to see she was waiting for him bare-breasted. His eyes widened at
the sight of those lovely proud buds in a lovely dusty rose
colour staring back at him in the reflection of the mirror,
before he looked up to see Karla's eyes staring back into his. He
didn't look away as he wordless handed her the larger bikini bra
through the curtain space.
Without looking away from his eyes, she
took it from him. For an infinitely long moment she stared back
at him in the mirror reflection. She flushed noticeably. She must
have seen the desire in his eyes, which an instant later seemed
to be reflected in her own. Unexpectedly she turned and drew back
the curtain, standing before him unabashed with the bikini bra
hanging limply at her side in her hand.
"Do you want me Michael?" she asked in an
unexpected husky voice.
He couldn't find his voice, as his eyes
roamed the length of her face, her proud breasts and the flat
length of her belly down to wear bright pink bikini panties
covered the source of her essence of sex.
He nodded, before tentatively reaching
out to touch her breast, almost reverently, fearing this might
all be just fantasy and not really happening to him. She didn't
cringe when he did. Instead she gasped, arching her back to tip
the defiant breast up towards his face.
Lightly he stroked that pouting bud with
his thumb, which rewarded him with another gasp as she opened her
mouth and closed her eyes. Gently he pushed her back into the
changing booth, and quickly drew the curtain, before turning back
to allow his mouth to descend on the bud, now harder than the
other from his teasing thumb.
Karla released a soft quiet moan as his
hungry mouth began to suck on her nipple, as he pushed her back
against the cool glass of the mirror. His allowed his other thumb
to rub the other nipple hard. Releasing her breast from his
administering lips he whispered with ragged breaths in her ear,
"Karla, I don't really know what's happening to me, but I just
know that I want you, and I want you here and now!"
She looked into his face with a sultry
look, her lids half open and full of lust, before she whispered,
Michael drew a breath before he kissed
her deeply, trusting his demanding tongue into her mouth to taste
the remnants of the Viennese melange mingling with the essence of
her. Her teeth nibbled at his thrusting tongue, sending wild
shocks of lightening through his body, making his cock grow
rock-hard. In near desperation he rubbed her tits to make the
nipples match the hardness he felt in his cock, feeling pleasure
when she began to moan.
"Quiet, baby! We have to keep quiet, or
we'll get in a lot of trouble before we've even started. Oh, God!
I am so hot to have you now", he said as his hands ran the length
of her near naked body, touching, stroking and rubbing.
He gasped as he felt her fumble at his
trousers, deftly opening his belt and unzipping them, while he
kissed and gently bit her neck and collar bone. When her warm
hand finally enclosed his swollen cock, he nearly moaned aloud
and spilled his seed right then and there. Instead he sucked on
her breasts again, rubbing their tips hard with his unmerciful
Karla had her eyes closed in pleasure and
was biting her lip to keep from moaning her pleasure, but Michael
could hear the guttural whimpering sounds she was suppressing
through her body. They were no different from his own, as she
deftly was stroking his over-swollen cock and rubbing the head
gently with her thumb until a thick bead of pre-cum oozed forth.
He groaned quietly with his mouth sucking her breast as she
spread it all over the head.
His hand travelled down to her bikini
panties to push with his fingers inside to find her treasure. And
when he found her nearly dripping in wet anticipation, his cock
twitched against her firm grip that was now pulling his shaft
with practiced paced strokes.
Breaking his mouth off from her breast,
he impatiently kneeled to rapidly roll the panties down over
thighs and past her knees, taking them off and casting it
carelessly in the corner, before he plunged his face against the
pulsating nest between her legs, spreading her legs impatiently
and prying them apart with his chin. He had to taste
With his tongue he began to stroke her
nether lips, sucking at her nectar, which tasted of exotic
sparkling wine and unripe strawberries. Karla tousled his hair
and continued to bite her lip as she desperately tried not to
scream her pleasure as she quivered against the glass mirror. His
hands stroked the length of her thighs and tickled the backs of
her knees, which trembled, as his tongue made slow swirling
motions against the tip of her clit.
When he began to suck on it, alternately
with thrusting his tongue into her warm wet pussy, he knew she
was reaching her climax. She fidgeted and struggled like a bird
wanting to escape. His hands became gentler, yet firmly held her
"Come for me Karla" he whispered. "Let
your pleasure escape, love", he coaxed, before thrusting his
tongue deeper into her warm pussy in rapid hard even strokes. He
felt her become increasingly tense, yet he continued to thrust
only faster with his tongue, before he felt the lips of her pussy
finally contract and suck his tongue in deep inside as they
continued to contract in the violent wave of her orgasm.
She was near collapsing, as she
suppressed her moans of pleasure. "Oh my God!" she whispered, as
he held her up against the mirror. He wiped his wet face against
the nest of her crotch before kissing his way up her
"Come, you absolutely gorgeous woman! Can
you take just a bit more pleasure?" he whispered against her ear
nuzzling her neck before kissing her mouth again to share with
her the essence of her taste, letting her tongue lap the juice of
her love from his own.
She murmured her consent and he quickly
turned her around, guiding her arms above her head against the
mirror. From behind her, he moulded his body against hers and
kissed her spine lovingly, as he teased her clit with his
fingers, making her pussy begin to weep once again.
When she was nearly dripping, he gently
made her bend over then aligned his swollen cock to plunge into
her from behind. The manner in which the smooth wet walls of her
pussy expanded then re-tightened against his throbbing cock was
almost enough to make him shoot his cum then and there. Gasping
he began to slide in out of her slowly, and revelled in the
sight of watching the pleasure on her face as her tits smacked in
rhythm with his strokes against the mirror.
He plunged in to the hilt, before he
leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Karla baby, I want you to cum
with me. Cum with my beautiful lover!" and gently kissed her
spine. He paused to gently reach down to enclose her smaller
delicate hand in his before guiding to her clit. There he guided
its rhythm to match his slower strokes of his cock plunging in
and out of her pussy.
"Yes, that's right, lover. Release your
pleasure and match me", he encouraged before he went back to
moving inside her. He knew when she had found the perfect rhythm,
for her warm swallowing walls of her pussy began to contract
Feeling the slow pull of her pussy on his
thick cock only increased his urgency. Grasping her hips firmly,
he now began furiously to fuck her hard. With all the strength he
had in his hips he slapped incessantly against her hot arse
cheeks, as she matched his strokes rubbing her clit. She braced
herself with one arm against the wall of the changing booth, as
he rammed his cock into her depths faster and harder than before,
causing her tits to slap against the glass of the
Suddenly he felt her cum as she mewed a
stifled moan and felt her pussy contract tightly around his
raging cock. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he growled before he plunged his
cock into the depths of her pussy again, and finally spewed the
pulsating load of his cum into her depths in uncontrollable
Their bodies shook and shivered for a
moment, before Michael realised how tightly he was gripping
Karla. Catching their breaths, he loosened his grip and kissed
her spine again before letting his limp cock slip
Turning around he smiled in her face
before kissing her, and telling her, "If I had known that making
love to a woman would have been like that, I would never let
Detlev touch me", he lied kissing her gently.