Santa Barbara Solstice Ch 02

Santa Barbara Solstice Ch 02

Giorgio goes home with Seth

This is fiction. All the protagonists are over 18. © Copyright, 2026, Brunosden. All rights reserved.

Giorgio and Seth, two college guys, who had not met at Tech, attend the iconic springtime gay festival and parade in Santa Barbara. They have different objectives. Giorgio wants his first experience. Seth, a slightly older and experienced wolf, is looking for a hook. It's been quite some time since Seth broke up with his last fuck-buddy, and he's full and ready. They meet--or rather Seth seduces Giorgio--at the parade. They are now at the vineyard house where Seth is house-sitting, in bed, after both have cum for the first time. Seth took advantage of Giorgio's temporary distraction, to pin him and feed him his cock. He face-fucks until he unloads in Giorgio. And, Giorgio, a hyper-sexed and horny young wrestler, has experienced his first spontaneous orgasm as Seth unloads into his supple mouth. He's sprayed Seth's back with rope after rope of pearly cum.

Seth is a tall surfer-dude type, blonde and slim, a native Californian, the nephew of an older and distinguished Santa Barbara winemaking couple--and sexually experienced. He's cut, with a long dick, not too thick, groomed and aristocratic looking--think barber pole. Giorgio is younger, a swarthy Sicilian, the only son of the owners of a famous Sicilian restaurant, called Vesuvio, on the Valley side of Los Angeles. He is the fourth and youngest scion of the American branch of an ancestral Sicilian wine-making family His dick is shorter, maybe seven, much fatter, uncut, and nestled in a wild jungle of black curly pubes.

Seth comes off as aristocratic, slim and experienced. Giorgio, on the other hand, is the cuddly (shaved) teddy bear. Cute on the surface, hiding a champion wrestler and a Sicilian macho hunk. Their dicks match their body types and personas.

They have both just cum. Seth is still rigidly posed over Giorgio who is flat on his back in bed.....

******

They fall back into the bed and begin a whispered conversation. Giorgio reveals little except that his family is Sicilian, from a renowned wine-making family in the south, near Agrigento, the most famous of the Roman cities on the island. They transplanted, a generation ago, to LA where they run a small, but famous restaurant with the most famous collection of Italian vintages in Southern California, and a wine importing business. Seth realizes how similar their backgrounds are. He has never felt close to his folks in the Midwest. He's spent summers and vacations on the ranch vineyard for years. He's worked for five summers now at the vineyard and feels part of that world. The Rogans are like parents to him. He too is a "son of the grape."

It doesn't take long. Their conversation drifts. The boys are young and recover quickly. Even more quickly since they are stretched out side by side, naked, watching each other as each has a hand out touching the other, establishing a continuing connection: drifting around on thighs and over cut abs, fisting shafts, polishing heads, sliding a hood, using a finger to remove a drop of cum, cupping and playing with the other's equipment. It's the kind of lazy afternoon languorous touching engaged in by the young after recent passion. The conversation is slow and sexy. Punctuated with lulls and quiets. Neither is willing to spill too much about their situation at Tech: Giorgio since this is his anonymous quest to lose his cherry; Seth because he's not sure he wants an underclassman to know where he lives or what he's up to in Pasadena. For both, the proverbial jury of the future is still out.

Soon, however, Seth rolls into Giorgio, and they kiss again. Little does Giorgio know that experienced wolves like Seth rarely kiss, particularly with a solid lip lock and tongue action. But, Seth has decided; he is really into this kid. Moreover, he's convinced himself that, since this is Giorgio's first, a memorable experience is likely to turn him into a fuck buddy for Seth back at Tech. He's been celibate for far too long since his last hard breakup.

While in the clinch, Seth uses both arms and hands to massage Giorgio's silken butt. They are the kind of pussy guards, "golden globes" of manhood, that really turn him on. Soft, shaved flesh. that gives under the fingertip pressure until he reaches rock hard muscles. Then there is resistance, the kind of resistance that a predator, particularly one like Seth who enjoys the hunt almost as much as the kill, desires. It can't be too easy. Or it's not really a challenge. He can't get enough of the feel, pushing hard, stroking, pulling them apart, reaching in with an index finger, rimming with spit for lube, enjoying the ultimate tactile experience available to an experienced gay male--two handfuls of muscled young boy flesh. Seth is definitely an "ass man." He's found a treasure, and plans to open up the treasure chest soon.

Giorgio is loving it, alternating deep purrs of pleasure with thrusts of his thick cock into Seth's gut. He's young and turned on, again. He's fully re-invigorated. About to move over Seth.

Seth knows. The boy is ready. And about to exercise his latent power. If Seth wants more, it's got to be now. So carefully he disengages, pushes Giorgio back on the mattress and climbs on top, easily vee-ing Giorgios legs with his own, not because he's stronger, but because Giorgio wants this too. Their dicks are mating now, sliding around in the pre-cum, spit and spunk remaining from their first blow experience. Seth presses their guts together to increase the fiction. Giorgio begins to moan, that deep sexy hum of impending satisfaction. He's ready.

Seth stares into Giorgio's hungry, dark, maybe fearful, eyes. He knows Giorgio is capable to changing in an instant. He could run (unlikely or, more likely) take over as top. He needs to establish command. And clear away some of the preliminary necessities of first time sex. "I know you want it. Beg for it, stud. Tell me what you want. And where you want it. Don't be bashful. Tell me. No beg me for it."

Giorgio maintains the contact, but remains silent.

"You are a virgin and know what you want?"

"I've tested and I'm safe. I want to do this bare. Can I?"

"Yes to everything."

Giorgio is now on a total high. He's about to fulfill his dream. A surfer dude, experienced and with a long talented cock, is going to fuck him. Seth is the perfect guy that he's been dreaming about. He's going to lose his cherry. No, Seth is going to take it, take him to heaven and back. He is definitely ready. "Fuck me, Seth. Now. Pleeese." Then he widens his vee, raises his legs and rolls up under Seth. Strong wrestler's thighs part; Giorgio's feet are elevated above his shoulders, touching the headboard. His toes hook under the brass bar. "Fuck," Seth thinks, this guy is limber." Giorgio's hands grab behind his knees and hold. Seth extends his arms out and jack-knifes. He is now balanced, like a gymnast on a beam, at the apex of Giorgio's thick thighs. Groins are touching. Dicks are hard and leaking.

Once Giorgio is positioned and likely to stay so, Seth backs off a little onto his haunches and begins to lube his target. Giorgio is tight, really tight, but oh so clean and dark pink, a contrast to his tawny cheeks. Seth kisses each ass cheek reflexively, giving them the adoration they deserve. Then, he inserts a finger tip. The sphincter holds tight at first, denying entry; Seth circles the rim again and tickles and it winks open and releases enough to permit entry. It tightens again to trap the intruding finger tip. "Breathe, babe. Breathe. Push out. Let me in."

Giorgio smiles, but it is forced. He's ready for the pain. But, he breathes. The ring loosens again and Seth's finger, now coated in lube pushes in to the second knuckle. Giorgio's smile dims, expecting pain. But, so far there is none. Then he beams again. A guy's finger is deep in his hole. This is what he's been waiting for.

Seth continues, adding fingers, lubing and spreading the lube as deeply as his fingers permt, occasionally using his lips to tweak one of Giorgio's delicious nipples. Giorgio involuntarily whimpers, "That feels so fuckin' good!" Seth continues to stroke, widening the scissor of his fingers, being sure to maintain pressure on the nut. Finally, he withdraws the two fingers that have been petting the love nut. Giorgio's eyes widen in dismay; already he feels so empty. "Pleeeese." Seth backs off again and uses his free hand to slap the cheeks a few times, turning them instantly pink, again to distract, as he mushroom head of his dick zeroes in. Then Giorgio feels the pressure of the head pushing in. He breathes again, hard, and smiles a crooked smile up into Seth's intense face.

It is the magic moment when a virgin feels the first entrance of something hard deep inside. It's now or maybe never. It can happen only once unfortunately. Unlike the moment when the bell rings to start yet another match. There is tension. Fear. Soon overcome by action. Followed by growing confidence.

Seth too feels the moment. He's about to do this guy for the first time. Maybe turn him into a rabid bottom and cock-hound. Maybe making him swear off bottoming for good. Maybe tying them together for a long time. It's a big responsibility, and Seth already is beginning to feel for this boy. It's only been a few hours! But, he's so fuckin' beautiful! Innocent! The opening is tight, but Giorgio is anxious. He breathes hard, almost pants, and strains to open. He uses his superhuman strength to loft the entrance toward Seth. And then in one searing moment of pain, the head pops in and stops stretching. Giorgio freezes, trying hard to feel Seth's cock, more than pain. Presence. Then, Giorgio releases one leg and brings the heel of his hand to his mouth so stifle a shout of pain. He bites down hard, almost drawing his own blood. But, Seth holds, already intent, ready to act, knowing it will only be a few more seconds.

As quickly as the pain started, it begins to fade. Seth understands; he rocks back, withdraws, and thrusts again, softly this time, gaining another half inch. More pain, fading again. Again. And again. Giorgio is taking it like a man. Enduring. Waiting. Anxious for the next step. Beginning to feel the fullness of Seth inside him. Beginning to need it.

Both boys feel the change almost instantly Seth has poked the prostate. He feels the hardness and hears the gasp from Giorgio, followed by a broad smile of relief. The pleasure endorphins have released. A drop of almost clear fluid appears at the tip of his cock, which has regained its turgidity. The hood is now fully rolled back exposing the deer purple plum that crowns Giorgio's thick cock, a darker, redder knob on top of a dark trunk. The first drop of prostate milk has emerged. There will be more pain, but much more pleasure. It's time to celebrate the loss of his virginity and the beginning of his enjoyment of man on man sex.

A guy's cock is fuckin' in him! For the first fuckin' time!

Seth bends back in toward Giorgio, his arms outstretched again--releasing Giorgio's arms and hands to envelop his lover. Seth stares into the deep, dark eyes and sees the fire. He thrusts, over and over, using his thigh muscles to push in and up, deepening with each stroke, pounding the love nut, enlarging the chute. Faster. Harder. Over and over. With greater confidence and much greater effect. Giorgio is now responding, launching himself up into Seth as Seth pounds. Using his powerful gluteus muscles to squeeze. Now, they are both in the zone. Giorgio is in a match. One he intends to win. He grabs Seth's butt and uses his strength to control the battering, pulling Seth deeper and harder all the time, holding him deeply, milking the stalk.

Even though he's cum only minutes before, Seth begins to feel the familiar hot turmoil in his balls as his seed prepares to jump. Giorgio's face, previously intent and maybe in pain, is now dark and smiling. And determined. His eyes are hooded and framed with long sexy lashes. Sensuous lips open in a smile. His eyes roll back. He's now wearing the wide-eyed, thick lipped face of a consummate bottom. Seth simply cannot believe how sensuous this boy looks. He IS fucking sex! Giorgio's body is involuntarily moving with Seth's, participating in the pleasure-giving sensations of push and pull, using his hands now to stroke, squeeze and punish Seth's butt.

Seth bends down and again takes Giorgio's lips before whispering, "My God, you feel so good. I can't believe this is your first. I think I'm in love already." (Really good sex can do that to you!)

They kiss. Their tongues duel. Seth murmurs into Giorgio that he's about to cum. But, Giorgio is there as well. "Inside, Seth, inside." He feels the molten ball of lust expanding deep in his gut. It gets bigger and bigger and hotter and hotter. His cock expands to unimaginable size. It almost hurts to be so hard. Seth groans and shouts. Giorgio feels Seth's cock expand and harden, followed by the first dry spasm. And at that second, the bomb bursts deep inside Giorgio. His entire body is engaged. His muscles tighten. His extremities strain. His toes curl. His fingers tingle. His hands hold Seth hard, deep and close. He feels his spunk moving up his shaft, hitting nerves of pleasure with each inch, just as he feels the first blast of Seth's hot cum deep inside his bowels. He explodes, and his ring contracts as he begins to spew between their naked guts, only inches apart. Seth stiffens and pushes out yet another load. They are matching each other, blast for blast. Muscles stiff and straining for depth and to hold tight. Until the last.

There is no silence in the room. Breathing is loud and harsh. Giorgio is still moaning with pleasure. Hearts beat like the kettle drums of an orchestra. The crescendo is past, but the exertion that went into it has left them panting and spent. Seth relaxes and falls into Giorgio's muscled chest, releasing Giorgio's legs which curl around and hold him tight. Their lips meet again. Giorgio will not release. This, his first, is just too good.

And almost simultaneously, they mutter, "God you're good. Thank you, lover."

Seth remains on top for long minutes. Giorgio doesn't mind. He's tightened his arms around Seth's slim torso, as he strains and tightens to hold Seth's cock deep inside. But, finally and inevitably, Seth's cock softens and withdraws. Seth rolls off, and they embrace. They doze, and some time later Giorgio realizes that Seth has pulled him into a teddy bear spoon. He grinds his "big butt" into Seth contentedly. He reaches up and turns off the bedside lamp.

His last thoughts before sleep are, "I'm not a virgin anymore."

And they sleep--the deep, sleep of men, wrapped together, who have coupled, inhaling the sensuous aroma of musk and sweat, who have emptied each other. And are already in lust.

*****

They slept in on Saturday. Both are accustomed to having Saturday and Sunday as sleep-in days. So, it is mid-morning when Giorgio awakens, incredibly hard, a little sore, and starving. Seth is still sound asleep. So Giorgio gets up quietly, slips on his jock, and walks barefoot and bare-chested in the kitchen, looking for a glass of water, and maybe some bread. He's starved.

He is surprised, but there is nothing he can do. Maria is there, busying herself with typical morning chores. The coffee is ready and the delicious aroma of fresh coffee permeates the air. "Buenos dias, senor. Café?" Giorgio is startled to encounter another person, and a little embarrassed as his obvious state of undress--and the obvious stiff wood in his pouch. He responds automatically, however, "Si, gracias."

Maria has seen it all. She pours the cup, motions to the table where a pitcher of cream and sugar are placed. He shakes his head no. He takes a sip of the coffee. It is ambrosia--concocted of freshly ground beans, a touch of cocoa beans, and another of roasted zipotle--the high-end Mexican blend. Then she offers a cinnamon roll, hot and fragrant. He can't resist and takes one. It's gone within seconds. He realizes that he's starved, as well as nearly naked.

Giorgio looks up. Maria is staring at him. So, he moves to the table and sits only a few feet from her, almost nude, shining and muscled. His erection is, he hopes, hidden by the table. But the image has been planted. She is seeing a young boy, like the figures she's seen in the religious books of Italy. Sure he's big and erect. That makes him even more desirable to look at. She's seen many of Seth's conquests--he frequently brings them to the ranch. But this one is special. He looks like her: dark, black curly hair, short. But, she thinks, "What a beautiful boy. Almost like the man I married years ago." He switches to English, "I'm Giorgio. Seth's friend." She smiles enigmatically and places the plate of rolls before him. There is no sign of surprise or disapproval, although she does stand there to gaze at his muscled torso, and the obvious semi tenting his jock. She's not immune to his beauty either, even registering the size of his cock hidden only partially by the elastic white knit. She licks her lips involuntarily and recalls her wedding night so many years ago. The boy has Pedro's thick neck, tangled black curls, wide chest--and yes even Pedro's cock. She shivers with the memory. Finally, embarrassed, she turns and begins preparing bacon, sausage, and scrambled eggs into a frittata. Giorgio now has two conquests in this household.

She's in love already. And Giorgio has an instant ally in the Rogan house.

Seth wanders in a few minutes later, grabs coffee, and sits at the same table. He too is wearing only a pair of knit trunks. This is apparently acceptable Saturday morning breakfast attire in the Rogan household. He greets Maria, and she smiles back enigmatically at him. Then, he walks up to Giorgio and kisses him on the cheek, "Mornin', Love."

Giorgio is totally non-plussed. Maria has witnessed the sign of affection, and she's smiling. Then, he realizes that Seth is obviously a player, and that he must occasionally have his conquests stay through breakfast. But, Giorgio is already guessing that Seth rarely shows affection toward them--at least not in front of Maria. Maria knows now. Giorgio is someone special.

They dine on a full breakfast which Maria makes and serves. Seth speaks only a few words. None of them meaning much. Then, he gets up, thanks Maria, and heads off to dress. Giorgio follows immediately, like the good pet puppy he feels he's become. He's totally out of his comfort zone. Seth is way more than the guy who just took his cherry. Now, he's playing lord of the manor, brazenly showing off his latest to the staff.

When they get to the room, Seth announces that nothing he owns will fit Giorgio. He jokes that, if it weren't chilly, he'd prefer Giorgio to be nude for the day anyway. They are completely different types. But, Seth finds a tee, really very small, and a pair of really short sweats that will not conceal Giorgio's monumental booty. So, Giorgio slips into his own tee and jeans, rejecting Seth's offering.

He is NOT Seth's sub--yet. He not even wearing the collar.

Seth realizes what Giorgio is doing. He's not going to be an easy sub. But, Seth doesn't give up. He picks up the pop bead rainbow necklace from the bedside table--the one he had used in his seduction at the parade the day before. He walks up behind Giorgio and encircles his thick neck with it. A sharp click makes the statement. Giorgio is collared again. "Keep this, Babe. It suits you." And, to emphasize the point, Seth bends down and sucks a dark hickey into Giorgio's lower neck. Giorgio turns to leave and notes in the mirror that the bruise is darkening already. Seth has branded him. He's going to have to think about that.

"I need to walk a line in each of the vineyards, and record the growth. It'll take a few hours. I'm assuming you'll join me?" Really, the only task assigned to Seth as "house sitter" is to walk one line in each vineyard every morning to report on the state of the new growth.

All of the vines had been pruned for the winter--which really isn't very cold in the foothills east of Santa Barbara. So it's really just a deep pruning before the winter rains come. Spring is early in Southern California, and the task of nipping suckers and unwanted growth starts only weeks after the last of the cold and the end of the late winter-early spring rains. Workers will arrive in two days--or earlier if Seth sends out the signal that the vines are budding. (Unlike Sicily, late spring and summer irrigation is a must for a successful vineyard in this part of the world.)

Both guys pull on sneakers and hoodies and head out to the fields. The ranch house is at the center, at the end of a long drive. In the distance can be seen the buildings which are obviously the winery--far enough away to provide some privacy for the ranch.

The morning sun is beginning to burn off the night misty fog. A low cloud hovers, only a few feet above their heads. It will be gone in less than an hour. The morning is dead quiet. The misty fog has dampened almost all sound. But, one can just feel and smell the budding fertility of the vines as they awaken.

There are four quadrants of vineyards, each carefully laid out. Long lines of vines, trained onto wire, stretched tautly between rough posts, sit parallel in each section. A traditional rose bush marks the "head" of each line. Deep red roses are already in bloom. At random, Seth walks one long line in each quadrant. In three, there are signs of growth--not yet even buds, just some discoloration and a swelling here and there on the vines. In the fourth, the warmest, apparently, green sprouts are already pushing out, some nearly an inch from the darker vines. Work will need to begin in a day or two. Spring has come to the Rogan Vineyards.

Seth walks silently, pointing, making notes on his computer, reciting his conclusions out loud for Giorgio's benefit. Giorgio loves it: being outdoors in the crisp morning air, being in the middle of such pregnant happenings, feeling the pull of vineyard life. It must be in his blood, he thinks. Then, he stares at Seth's long legs, his height, his pale, blonde beauty, and the fullness of his shorts, particularly when he bends to inspect near the ground. He can picture Seth's long, aristocratic hard dick, resting now inside. He could really get into this.

Last night was not enough. He wants more. The vineyard is just an aphrodisiac. He's tempted to catch up to Seth and pull him into an embrace in the morning air. He could bend over and take Seth's cock right here in the vineyard--or do the same to Seth. There is something romantic and enticing about the place. But, Giorgio is not sure whether any hands are around and holds back. Soon, to soon, the chores are finished.

Seth has recorded the status--and his report will be seen and analyzed by the vineyard master and his uncle in Europe. A new year is about to begin. Maybe for more than the vines. He's rapidly falling for the boy he hooked at the parade. He could actually feel Giorgio's lust as the boy followed him down the rows. Seth is hard, and ready for another day's play.

Seth looks back at the boy following him down the rows. There is no remorse or regret. Giorgio is as enticing and handsome as he had thought yesterday, maybe even more beautiful in the morning amidst the budding fertility of the fields. He seems like he belongs in a vineyard, surveying his domain, adding human beauty to the natural. The dark curls, near a little damp, droop over Giorgio's forehead, giving him a sensuous bedroom look. Seth dreams a bit. He's sure he can convince Giorgio to stay the day.

By then, it's early afternoon. They have skipped lunch. And they are both ripe from last night's play. He invites Giorgio to spend the day--no, the next two days. "I'll drive you back to Tech on Monday night."

Giorgio is silent, but he is ready. He's not had enough yet.

"Let's head back. I'm finished here. But, not with you, assuming you agree." He takes Giorgio's hand, and they walk together in silence. Giorgio has already decided. He'll stay for so long as Seth will have him.

As they say, "Once is not enough." He's no longer an anal virgin, but he's got so much to learn. And what better teacher than the surfer dude who picked him up yesterday? "And maybe there is more than surf--maybe he's a man of the earth, like me."

They return to the ranch, and as they approach, Giorgio takes in the quiet beauty of the place--which had been concealed in the darkness last night. As is customary in that part of the world, the main house is stone and concrete, painted white, with a barrel-tile roof, in the Colonial Spanish style. It has deep overhangs, exposed beams, rounded-top windows, framed in dark wood, verandas on three sides. There is a fountain in front, with carved figures dancing above a small circular basin--currently not working, and no grass. Water is too precious. The whole vineyard is poised at the edge of the foothills, and two of the four vineyards climb the hills in rigidly straight rows. It is a paradise. And, although Giorgio doesn't register it, his genetic heritage is triggered. It would be right at home in his family's native Sicily. This is truly a home, so different from the Valley cookie-cutter house of his family. He senses that they'd love this place too.

"Maria typically leaves after breakfast on Saturday. She comes back late Sunday, but I've given her the holiday. So she'll return on Monday afternoon. Her family lives in Santa Barbara, although her husband has died, and her children are grown. So we'll be alone this afternoon."

"I need a shower. I didn't this morning. I can still smell you on me. It's not really bad, but I must reek. Then, we can head out for lunch--or eat here."

"Whatever you say, Seth. I am getting to like the reek! I'm yours for as long as you want." He turns toward Seth in front of the house, and pulls him into a deep embrace. They kiss again, and trade tongues.

They retrace their steps from the previous night through the kitchen--where a note from Maria states that lunch is in the refrigerator. "She must like you. She doesn't usually cook for my weekend dates."

"So there are many weekend dates?"

"Until almost a year ago, I was pretty heavy with another guy from UCLA, but he went all 'Hollywood' on me and started working on his film career--if you know what I mean. I couldn't keep up with the agents, directors and co-actors whom he fucked. So, I ended it. Or maybe he did. I've been celibate since then. Before him, there were a few. Actually quite a few. But, nobody ever like you." Giorgio is a little shocked at the confession. It's been less than a day. But, he smiles inside. He wants this too. Seth stops suddenly as they enter his room. He turns and takes Giorgio into his arms as their lips meet. He squeezes. "You've got nothing to worry about, Giorgio. I'm already into you."

"But, right now it's time to share a shower. I'm about to show you how good showering with me can be. You'll never want to be alone again--at least not in the shower."

The bath is a typical, large hacienda-style bath. The floor is dull grey-rose tile, marked with imperfections from the molds and color from the firing. The WC is in a separate closet with a door. Colorful Mexican painted bowls rest on dark wood vanities. The tub is claw-footed and set in a tiled alcove. All the fixtures are black. And finally, there is a shower, large, brightly tiled with high windows giving light, while providing for privacy. There is a rain shower. Wall nozzles and two heads are placed on opposing walls. "This used to be grandpa's room and bath. He died several years ago." That explains the out-of-character chrome security bars that encircled the interior of the shower enclosure. Giorgio thinks it's the most beautiful seduction chamber that he's ever seen in his life.

Both strip. Seth carefully removes the pop-bead necklace and places it on the sink. He looks up into Giorgio's eyes, "For later, Babe." Then, he steps in and adjusts all the nozzles and the water temperature, before turning and pulling Giorgio in with him.

They soap, and then soap each other. Seth can't wait to get his fingers into Giorgio's thick mop of curly black hair. So he sits on the tile shelf, pulls Giorgio into his lap, plants his chubbing cock to steady him, and begins to massage. Giorgio relaxes, loving the Seth's hard body under his. He bends back into Seth's chest and breathes. He feels Seth's hardness in the small of his back, but doesn't comment. He too is already stiff and getting much stiffer. But, as Seth finishes and rinses, he doesn't pull him around for an embrace. Instead, he stands and pushes Giorgio toward the wall so that the needle wall-nozzles begin to pummel Giorgio's hard body, stimulating and water-massaging his entire front.

"Hang on, Babe. You are about to experience your first shower sex. It's one of my favorites." Giorgio grabs the security bar and automatically spreads, bends and arches. Seth nearly cums at that point without another touch. Giorgio's body in this position is just perfect. The wide muscled shoulders, taper into a very narrow waist. Then his hips flare setting the perfect globes at the perfect angle to be fucked. Giorgio is a fuckin' Roman sacrificial offering. Fingers, coated with lube from the large bottle on the shower shelf, are soon caressing the ass cheeks, separating, as an index finger pokes softly and penetrates easily.

Giorgio groans in submission. He can't believe how good this all feels. He pushes back into Seth, raising his butt and arching his back even deeper. A second finger joins the first, and both reach his nut. They poke, then pet as Giorgio automatically raises his ass up into Seth's intrusion. God, he wants this. He's so hard. And leaking already. Already addicted to cock, Seth's cock.

Seth bends over Giorgio. Seth's arm reaches under and his hand spreads around to fist the base of Giorgio's shaft as his other stiffens his own cock. It presses at the entrance and slides in. There is less pain this time, perhaps because Seth is distracting, fondling his balls, rolling them one at a time in the palm of his hand. Seth rocks a few times, withdrawing and thrusting, deepening his ownership of the chute with each stroke. Finally, using his powerful thigh muscles, Seth bottoms and freezes. The boy is fuckin' his! Again! The feelings spread inside Giorgio as Seth's cock expands and hardens still deeper in his gut. Giorgio begins to moan, not in pain, but in that unique Italian pitch, opera-like, expressing the highest possible level of pleasure. The fat lady is not going to sing yet; the tenor has something else in mind to accomplish first!

Last night was good. This is heaven on earth! Almost no pain. Just the slippery entrance and the fullness. And the pressure on his nut.

Having achieved maximum depth, balls to balls, Seth moves his hand from his own cock to Giorgio's left nipple. Now he's got Giorgio's throbbing, ultra-hard shaft in his fist and his tit in his fingers. He squeezes as he sucks on the other side of his neck, branding the boy now on both sides.

Once again, however, Giorgio is not a passive receptacle, a cum dump. He really is too strong for that. His wrestler's build and instincts are there. He begins to move his butt, swirling, swaying from side to side, squeezing, maneuvering Seth's hard pole around inside his chute, placing it where it does the most good! His face turns, and Seth takes his lips again, before sputtering with the ongoing shower head spray.

Seth begins to rock, pounding while now fisting both of Giorgio's hardened pecs. Until finally, Seth stiffens, and announces his impending orgasm. Giorgio smiles. He has the power to do this! He squeezes, and at the first shot, he begins to hose the beautiful tile with his own spray of hot cum. This time, it goes on and on, until finally both guys are empty. Seth is about to collapse on Giorgio's back. Giorgio feels it as Seth finally withdraws. He turns quickly and cradles Seth like a baby. They embrace. Giorgio now moves to the shower seat and pulls Seth into his lap. They kiss again, but this time, Giorgio is the aggressor, using his tongue to explore Seth's mouth.

Minutes later, Giorgio steps out of the shower, cradling Seth to his chest, like a baby, using his strong arms. There is a bench. Giorgio sets him down and begins to dry his lover. When he finishes, he carries him to the bed. He places Seth down softly, bends over and kisses the tip. His tongue emerges and he swirls around.

Giorgio pulls back and stretches out beside him, ready again.

"Oh fuck! Gimmee a break--or at least a few minutes to recharge. I just did you!"

Way more has happened than either has expected. Sure, the sex is terrific. But there is more. There is a connection, a shared love of the vineyard. It's been less than a day. But each is already thinking about later. And tomorrow and the next.

Fortunately Maria has left food--so they don't need to go out. They've got two more days to get to know each other before returning to Tech.

TBC

BD