GAY FOOT FETISH (The Beauty of GAY LOVE: Konrad's jerk off stories Book 3)

Disclaimer:
This story is of an erotic nature. If you are legally underage or prefer not to read sexually explicit material - STOP NOW - It portrays acts between consenting males.

It's the beautiful story of William's coming of age and discovering his incredible love for male feet.

It's a story of a long journey from a suburban bukake sex-club to a sumptuous castle in the outskirts of Milan

it is also a story of lots of sex and love

Excerpt 1: It became weird when Ricky started to lick my foot. Mark was keeping me with all his weight down. It was different from anything I had experienced before and I liked it from the first moment. As I ceased to protest Mark joined Ricky and now both of them were licking my feet and sucking my toes. I think I had an immediate hard on, and as I mentioned this, Mark unbuckled my jeans and extracted my cock. Again my protests did not stop them and when Mark started to suck on my dick I had the most incredible sensations. I had never received a blow job before, be it from a girl or a boy. Of course I had heard about it, seen it in the porn magazines, fantasized about it during my daily masturbation. Yet the reality of it was beyond description.

Excerpt 2: As I explored further I arrived in the central room framed with sofas long the walls and about 20-30 fully naked men sitting and chatting. My arrival made them all stop and look at me and I suddenly felt like a newborn antelope which encounters a herd of hungry lions. A young man on my right approached me right away and welcomed me in the nicest possible way. I told him that this was my first time. He asked me what I liked and I told him that I was mainly a bottom and that I loved feet. He smiled like a person who had won at the lottery. With a few instructions he organized a bench in the middle of the room and asked me to lie down. The lions were more and more excited and soon I had a circle of 20 masturbating men surrounding me. My new friend, Ralph, helped me out of my shoes and underwear and started to suck on my toes, meanwhile

Excerpt 3: Marco was from Naples. Ah, those Italians … he had so much sexual energy in his body that we were making love 24/24. At first we had some difficulty to understand how to do it, it didn’t help that he spoke almost no English, but then he surrendered and started to enjoy and that was the start of a marvelous synchronism. 2 weeks in Capri were a total delight. I even learned a few new tricks like positioning my dick to touch the prostate in a certain way, instead of trying to find the easiest way to slid into his hole. “It is all about the right technique, why do you think Italians are the best lovers in the world?” Marco repeated, and I could only agree.

Excerpt 4: Davide was much interested in learning everything I knew and having the most delicious feet, it was a pleasure to introduce him into a new world of magnificent sensations. The only downsize was that being still at high school and living with his aristocratic parents he almost never could sleep over, which in turn didn’t hinder us to make love almost every day in the afternoon. Davide’s body was much more beautiful than his homonymous sculptured by Michelangelo I just couldn’t get enough of him. On the weekends we usually went to see some of his friends in the Tuscany countryside and being a boy full of initiative we even organized several private bukake sessions in one of his most noble aristocratic friend’s villa in the Chianti hills. It was a pleasure to introduce Davide to a world of excitement and erotism.

and the rest is just beautiful ...