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I am in a hotel in Rome. Every luxury is afforded me – large soft bed with lots of fluffy white pillows; gentle lighting; a huge bathroom with an enormous black marble bathtub with shiny brass fixtures; everything.

The bed is enormous, unusual for Europe. The lights are down. They cast a fairy tale hue across the room and in every corner is lit a long, white taper. I am laying on this enormous bed, wrapped in a fluffy white robe and wearing white sweat pants and a blue T-shirt with ROME embroidered on it.

I hear the door open and five male voices. First enters Pierre who is about 6’ tall, a lean 175 pounds, deep clear blue eyes and rosy cheeks and deep soft lips. His build is lean and tight; he is 26 and wearing a blue T-shirt and black Levi’s and sandals with white socks on. He smiles at me, sets down his backpack, comes over and kisses me on the forehead. He places my hand in his and then guides it down to his long thighs. I feel the musculature bulging through the denim and it warms me. He smiles at me – and then moves to the edge of the bed.

Then, Dario enters. He sets down his fanny pack on the table and turns his eye on me – covered in black mirrored sunglasses. He smiles, his Northern Italian lips communicating warmth and happiness. He removes his sunglasses and then winks his gray-blue eyes at me. His 20-year old, 5’9 ½" frame is sleek and trim as he spends hours riding his bicycle around Italy. He is wearing a white long-sleeved T-shirt and plaid Bermuda shorts that reveal his rock-hard calves and just a tiny bit of the lower thigh and knee. He smiles at me, kisses me on the cheek and rubs my shoulder. Then he turns around and flexes his left calf for me. I reach out to caress it but he pulls away, teasingly.

Then he sits down next to me and takes my hand and places it on his left thigh. I fell the thickness of the muscles and it makes me rock hard, as it did with Pierre. I move to lift the shorts to feel the warmth of his soft skin but he moves my hand away. Yes, Dario is a tease.

Then Marco del Duomo enters. He, too, is dressed in blue jeans and a gray T-shirt and his 6’, 168-pound frame is lean – truly European. His muscles flex and twitch as he moves. He is 26 years old with golden blond hair, dark blue eyes, soft full lips, and long, long thighs. He stands at the edge of the bed directly in front of me. Then he moves toward me like a tiger, comes onto the bed, and crawls up the bed right on top of me. He stares into my eyes and with his right hand he takes my left and places it on the back of his right leg. It is SO hard and the ribbons of muscle that comprises his hamstrings are hard and like my hand as much as my hand likes them.

The warmth of Marco’s presence comes closer as he kisses me on the cheek. He stares at me as he backs away and then moves next to Pierre. He blows me a kiss and winks at me. He is so beautiful.

Next, my attention is drawn to Johann’s entrance. His long, golden-blond hair is pulled back into a pony tail and his German coloring contrasts sharply with the Italians in the room. He is 5’8", 149 pounds, but his powerfully strong legs that are used for cycling compliment his svelte build. They dominate his build and my attention. He smiles sweetly as his black loose jeans and untucked white T-shirt spill over his body gracefully. He comes over to the bed, pulls the band out of his ponytail, which frees his golden locks to trickle down his upper shoulders. He takes my right hand, kisses it gallantly, and sits on the edge of the bed.

Finally, Alessandro enters. The one to whom my heart belongs. His black jeans, white T-shirt, and black jean jacket do not hide his soccer player build. He is 5’10", 178 pounds, and a star soccer player for Italy’s Juventus team. His legs are powerfully strong and he likes to use them for squeezing. He comes right up the center of the bed over me, like Marco, and kisses me fully on the lips. In his hands is a rose, which he hands to me. He smiles and says, "I have brought you a little something." Then he moves his mouth next to my right ear, kisses it, and whispers. "Squeeeeeezzzze." The warmth of his face and neck makes my body tingle all over with numbing electricity.

One by one each of the four guests remove their clothing to reveal black running shorts with black cycling shorts hugging their legs underneath. I caress the legs one at a time and study the muscles and feel them. They toy with me and flirt with me and kiss me. And they beg me to feel their powerful legs.

Then the excitement begins...

Pierre moves first and climbs onto the bed and places my left arm between his thighs and squeezes it gently. His inner-thighs grab my arm and it feels as though he is pinching it with his fist.

Then Dario climbs onto the bed and guides my hand over his smooth muscularity. His thick thighs make me tingle as he places my right arm in the fleshy-thick part of his hip abductors. He crosses his left calf behind his right knee and swallows my arm in constrictive muscularity. I am able to bend my elbow and fell his right thigh.

Next, Marco makes a swooshing sound as he places his long thighs around my calves and flexes and then squeezes very hard. The muscles clasp onto my legs as though they were a powerful hydraulic press. Squeezing and pumping, the muscles continue to caress me.

Now, Johann moves. He slides his left leg under my stomach and then locks his ankles – closing me inside. At first, he gives light, pumping squeezes that tease me with delight. He smiles and then clamps down the pressure. It is intense and the air rushes from my lungs with a loud, sensual whoosh. He continues to squeeze and then relaxes. Again he pumps very lightly and then slams down the body scissors. I can fell the muscles only with my abdominal muscles and the definition is firm and in strong relief. I watch the muscles of his right thigh dance and shift gracefully as he pumps the light squeezes. Then all the muscles converge into a tight mass as he clamps down for the powerful squeeze that robs me of my breath.

Then Alessandro climbs over me and sits just above my chest. I kiss his legs as he holds them over my head. Then he straddles my head and swallows it with his rippled muscularity. He squeezes and pumps as do all the other pythons that hold me captive. Then he draws me into a figure four and my head disappears in his thick coils. He squeezes and pumps gently, then powerfully. Johann continues his pulsating, throbbing squeezes.

Then Alessandro leans over and frees my fully extended cock from my sweat pants. I can’t see it because Johann’s thigh is blocking it. Marco releases his grip and then removes my pants. After he reclamps his thighs around my calves, then Pierre and Dario release my arms and remove my shirt. I am now completely naked, my skin bathing in the security and warmth of powerful coils of quadriceps, hip abductors, and calves. I am on sensory overload but Johann reminds me that I am still completely there as he resumes his powerful burst of squeeze followed by several short, small ones.

Alessandro clamps my head – this time he is standing and my eyes gaze down the full length of his very thick and sculptured legs. He squeezes and then clamps down.

My penis is hot and long and calls out for attention. Alessandro squeezes – and then releases me and whispers into my ear. "Squeeze. I’m going to squeeze you some more and then I’m going to attend to that. I love you." These words fill my ears with music and my penis lengthens even more. He gives the order and everyone begins to move.

I am moved down to the edge of the bed and onto the floor. This time, Johann clamps me just below the ribs and Marco clamps me just below where Johann is. My waist is completely surrounded by the over-the-calf soccer socks. He flexes and displays his pythonic muscles in my face and I kiss them tenderly.

Then he sits behind me on the bed with his feet resting on Johann’s thighs. He pulls my head back into his thighs and I admire the muscularity with my eyes, lips, and my hands. Alessandro throws his head back as I massage his powerful muscles. Then, with the grace of a ballet dancer, Alessandro closes me in his pythonic embrace, his right calf folding across my head and behind his left knee. My eyes stare directly into the canyon formed behind his knee and I stare with great interest as I await the constriction to begin.

Walls of muscle cradle my head and hold it tenderly while Johann and Marco pump air out of my lungs. Alessandro squeezes harder and harder with a final powerful burst, releases me.

Another order and I am placed back on the bed. Everyone resumes their previous positions with the exception of Marco who surrounds my head with his long, long legs – my head resting in his crotch and my chin surrounded by his right knee with the calf locked under his left knee.

I felt thickness and warmth surround my penis, hot with excitement. Looking into my eyes – Alessandro had scissored my cock with his thighs and was lying prone above me. He kissed me on the forehead and then began doing push-ups. With each push up he squeezed and stimulated my penis. It felt so good as the thickness released and then returned. Each squeeze pushed me closer to final ecstasy. He pumped faster and squeezed harder each time. The thickness of his thighs exciting me more and more until finally – I exploded. Everyone released their squeezing and Alessandro kissed me on the lips.

"Did you like your surprise?"

I nodded as I melted into his arms. His masculine aroma filled my senses with all that was his. There would be more – and he whispered into my ear, "I love you. Squeeeeeezzzze." Then he pulled me up into his chest and enveloped me in his strong arms and powerful legs – security was abundant for me. Yes, I was in ecstasy.

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