Santa Barbara Solstice Ch 03

Santa Barbara Solstice Ch 03

Their first weekend together

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

Giorgio Manzanni, a first timer, the youngest son of a distinguished Sicilian family has achieved his objective. Given his looks, the venue he chose, and his intent, it didn't really prove to be very hard. The twenty year old Tech student is no longer an anal virgin. He gave it up to Seth Rogan at Seth's relatives' vineyard ranch house near the foothills east of Santa Barbara after the parade.

He decided that he wasn't wrong to wait. Seth is worth it. And he loved every moment of the seduction and the deed.

Seth had also set out at the parade to find a hook to stay with him on the long weekend as he house-sat (really, "vineyard-sat") for his uncle and aunt. Seth, only a year or so older, is far more experienced and out.

Seth "found" Giorgio at the curb watching the pre-parade antics on the street. He decided immediately to pursue his prey--based on Giorgio's innocent good looks and obvious openness to being seduced.

Although sharing a family heritage "of the grape," they are totally different young men. Seth is from the Midwest, tall, blonde, light-skinned, lightly muscled and an experienced player in the world of male sex. He gives off a surfer vibe, although he's never surfed once in his life. Giorgio's family is from Sicily. He is of the first generation born in the US. He is short, dark, black-curly-haired, thickly muscled, a wrestler and a year younger. He's the youngest of the family of restaurateurs and wine merchants.

They know very little more about each other--even after two days of constant companionship and physical intimacy. Up to now, it's been totally physical attraction. They've already begun to appreciate what each likes in a man-partner, but little else. But the attraction has been sufficiently strong that each is beginning to feel a connection--or at least a desire to prolong the "hook" and maybe even set up a chance for some re-encounters.

Seth has been hugging and kissing this boy like no other hook he's ever picked up. He's shocked even himself at the physical intimacy. Normally, he's a "wham, bam, thank-you man" kind of guy. But, Giorgio is so fuckin' cute and cuddly! Like the fur-less bunny in the infant story, a beloved stuffed toy, carried everywhere as a security talisman.

In an unusual situation, Seth is beginning to feel that he might want to try something a little more lasting with his cuddly find.

They are both students at Cal Tech in Pasadena, but they are not classmates. Seth is a junior in Chemical Engineering. Giorgio, a sophomore, will decide in the next month on his major--but it will be in engineering as well. They hadn't met before Friday night at the Gay Solstice Parade--where Seth had seduced Giorgio--or maybe it was the other way around. They had never shared a class, a lab or a project. They didn't even belong to the same clubs--or play the same sport.

It's early afternoon. Seth has completed his daily "house-sitting" chores--inspecting the new spring growth in the vineyards to record progress. They've just enjoyed a first shower together and the perfect sex that is only possible in a large, wet space like that.

The ranch is quiet. Maria has left food and taken the rest of the weekend off to be with family. They are alone. It's been a few hours since their last coupling.

This is a very dangerous time for a new relationship. Seth is entranced with Giorgio's sexy, earthy dark good-looks. And Giorgio is still on the high that a boy, recently introduced to man on man sex, inevitably exhibits. He has blown Seth--or rather he allowed Seth to face-fuck him. Seth has taken his cherry, missionary style. And Giorgio has just been introduced to perfect shower sex. Giorgio is hungry for more, like a child in a candy shop.

In every case, Seth has taken the initiative: being blown, topping, taking Giorgio's magnificent ass in the shower. But, he has this growing feeling that Giorgio is "letting him" do it. Giorgio is by far the stronger and perhaps the most naturally aggressive of the two of them. Being the youngest in the family has probably made him that way. He's accustomed to being babied and coddled--and cuddled. Until it gets too much. Then his wrestler's mentality takes over. It hasn't happened yet, but....

They are lying on Seth's large bed, naked, side by side. Giorgio is on his back; Seth is on his side. Seth's left leg is bent, stretched over Giorgio's left thigh,. His left arm is ousretched, cupping his Giorgio's thick pec. Both are maintaining contact the body language of a top. Seth begins, maybe trying to move their physical attraction to something more.

"Tell me a little about yourself, Giorgio."

"Well, I'm from LA--the Valley really. I went to Catholic schools, both elementary and high school. I'm a soph at Cal Tech. I'm in Bradley. I've got a roommate--Peter Whistler from Philadelphia. I'm obviously in engineering, but haven't really decided on the type. Maybe chemical--like you, I guess. I wrestled in high school, and actually did pretty well. But, it's a club sport at Tech. I'm in the club, and I've got a pretty good record. I'm a good student, but not a brain--mostly B's. I've got a partial scholarship."

"My mother and father own a restaurant. It's pretty famous actually, among foodies at least, for authentic Sicilian food--called "Vesuvio." They also run a wine importing business--mostly using family connections to find the best wines in Sicily and Puglia."

Giorgio pauses for a moment as Seth's leg moves higher on his thigh, now only an inch or so from his dick. And his dick is hardening again. He's not immune to the seduction. He kows Seth is getting ready to go again. But, he continues, "In case you don't know Puglia is the Italian mainland region not far from Sicily. Many Sicilians have relatives there. I've got three older brothers, all married. No sisters. Two nieces and three nephews. All of my brothers are involved in the restaurant or the wine business. We've got family still in Sicily."

He grunted at Seth's frown, "And they are not Mafioso--at least to the best of my knowledge."

"I'm the first to go to college. And maybe the first gay. They are really proud I'm at Tech, but nobody knows at home that I'm gay--or at least I don't think so. They'd probably pull me out of Tech and send me for rehab if they guessed. So, I act as macho as possible when I'm around them. It actually comes pretty naturally to a Sicilian. But Mamma is wondering why I've never clicked with the various girls she's set me up with. You'd think that five grandchildren--and probably more coming--would be enough. But no, she keeps introducing me to 'nice Sicilian girls'."

"And I presume you have guessed: You are my first, Seth. I hope not my last."

"That's about it. Not very exciting is it? Now, tell me about you."

"It's not much more interesting, I'm afraid. Public schools in Terre Haute, including a STEM magnet for high school. I'd spent some summers working at my Uncle's vineyard. That's how I decided on Tech. Mom works in a grocery store; Dad is a mechanic. No brothers or sisters. I'm on scholarship as well."

"I'm a junior. I've got an apartment which I share with one other guy. But, he's practically engaged and mostly lives with her. So I'm alone most of the time. I don't think he's gay, but he knows I am, and it doesn't bother him. Anyway, he graduates in May, and I'll be looking for a new apartment-mate before next year. "

"My aunt and uncle, who own this place, are really surrogate parents. They have no kids, and they're latched on to me. I think I want to try to help out at the vineyard. I plan to do next summer at Cal Poly, doing a semester in their Oenology program. If it works, I'll complete Chem Engin at Tech and do a Masters at Poly in Vineyard Management. So I'll probably end up here--if they'll have me. The chemistry and the vineyard management should work together. I love this place and the wine growing and making business. Uncle Matt is like a second father to me. And his wife--his second--is really nice."

"I'm not very athletic or even very coordinated. I'm not a surfer. This is all an act. I've been playing the beach role since well before I came to California. I do hit the gym all the time--mostly so I'm attractive to guys like you."

"And sex?"

"Yes, please," as Seth rolls into Giorgio and locks his lips onto Giorgio's left nipple.

"You know what I mean."

He releases and smiles lasciviously up at Giorgio--who is already darkening--and is now quite rigid, "And you know what I want."

"First, you gotta tell me."

"I've known I'm gay since maybe fifteen or sixteen. My first year at Tech, I had a "flavor of the month" trip. Six, seven guys. Topping, bottoming, liking both obviously. Last year, I tried to settle down with a guy from LA, Allen, but he was really into himself and his acting career. Eight months. Lots of cheating with other actors and agents. Incidentally--although I'm not asking for a fight, make up sex is terrific! But, we broke up before last summer began. He got a part. And you can probably guess how and how it went after that."

"As I said my relatives know--about my inclidnation, not my sex life. They don't seem to mind. They have no kids--and I'm more or less promising to try to make this a family business. They want me here all the time. I've spent vacations and weekends for years. And I love this place. It gets into your bones. The soil never gets out of your nails. The smell of the winery when we are crushing and fermenting is magic. (I'll take you here next fall if you want. It is special.)"

"And now a confession: no one, not even Allen, has ever turned me on like you do. When I spotted you at the parade, at first, I thought you were a twink that I could screw, enjoy the weekend with, and leave. But, you turned out to be so much more. And even a classmate! I love the soft surface and your hard underside. You are a fuckin' shaved teddy bear. So fuckin' cute! Dammmit. I need to admit. I'm an ass man. And you've got the most incredible ass that I've ever seen on a man. I could bury myself in it. The pecs are nice; the lips are what I dream about; but the ass!"

The room became silent as Giorgio absorbed the compliments

"Now, roll over on your belly, Babe. Let me worship."

After the soul-baring, Giorgio was beginning to feel both a connection and a little bit of fear. The sex has been great. But, maybe there is more. Maybe too much? He reminds himself that he had come to Santa Barbara to lose his virginity. Not for love. Certainly not for the love of his life. It's all too complicated. I've got more years of education. More years to experiment. More years to have fun. Before I have to choose--if I even choose then.

But, Seth's hand, once caressing his pec has moved. It's now fondling his balls. And Giorgio is again rigid. He thinks, "I'll think about that tomorrow. Tonight I'm going to let him do the things my ass that he obviously wants to. Just enjoy the moment, Giorgio. Just enjoy."

Giorgio does as he's been commanded. He pulls his pillow down and rolls onto it. Then he pulls up his legs and kneels as he buries his still-wet head in his arms. He spreads his legs and arches, fully aware of what he's doing: he's seducing with what Seth has just admitted is his best asset. His big, wide, tawny-toned ass is poised, sacrificial-like, waiting to be used. His big full balls are hanging loosely in the vee, softened by the shower. He hears Seth's strong intake of breath and then feels Seth's hands pulling his cheeks apart as his tongue begins its further explorations.

"Yessssss!"

Giorgio feels the excitement everywhere in his body. Seth is going to do him again. And every time it gets better and better. (And he gets deeper and deeper.)

Giorgio realizes this is the first time, not counting the shower sex, when Seth has taken him from behind, staring at his muscled glutes. He's gonna make this good. Very good. If Seth is into butts, Giorgio is going to put his best "foot" forward.

Seth moves in, and Giorgio feels his loving hands stroking his cheeks. He's never known anyone--at least not a man-- who is so into him, or at least into his butt. Slowly, Seth massages deeper, pressing hard, manhandling the merchandise, as they say. Then the hands separate and fingers dip in to draw his cheeks apart. Giorgio anticipates and tightens. Seth's tongue sweeps around his rim and pushes him one notch up the arousal curve. Giorgio strains even higher, pushing back, welcoming the touch. Then, he feels the poke of a hard tongue, curled and seeking entry. It's almost embarrassing, but it feels so fuckin' good.

Until this moment, Giorgio has not been particularly proud of his ass. He's worked for core, thigh and leg strength to exert his will on an opponent on the mat. But, the unintended consequence has been the growth of its size. He has always felt that it is a little unmanly to have a big butt. Those are for women. Not slim hipped, models of maleness, epitomized by the magazine ads for men's underwear and the porn flics. Big thighs are okay. They are manly. But, not a wide bottom. A trainer had once told him that his hips were too wide. His only compensation would be to expand his chest, widen his shoulders and starve himself so he wouldn't have a gut. His chest is now massive; and his guns are worth a trophy. Hundreds, thousands of squats have had only one impact: his big butt is muscled, hard and held high. But, it's still fuckin' big. He had followed the advice, but he still was self-conscious about his ass size. Now Seth was fuckin' worshipping it! He was confused, but ready to play along. The attention that Seth was lavishing on that part of his body was addictive. He hadn't realized before, but he absolutely loves being eaten. Loves having a guy play with his ass. And loves being filled with a hard hot cock.

Giorgio allows the attention to go on, but finally moans, "I'm ready, Seth. Put him in."

Seth ignores him. Just continues stroking and kissing the cheeks, sucking on the rim, penetrating with his tongue.

Until Giorgio shouts out, "PUT IT IN NOW, FUCKER, OR I'LL FUCKIN' PIN YOU TO THE BED AND DO YOU!!"

Seth gets the point and realizes that Giorgio is capable of taking him anytime, anywhere. He's that strong. Seth slathers lube on his rock hard cock and spreads it around and in Giorgio's opening. He pulls back, aims, presses, and penetrates. No soft entry this time. He's going to show Giorgio what it means to be taken. He intuits that Giorgio needs to be taken hard, really hard. He jams in and in that same powerful stroke bottoms. He stiffens and holds the pose, straining to establish his ownership of this tight chute and its owner. He hears Giorgio gasp. Giorgio tenses and freezes, clearly feeling some pain. Maybe a lot of pain. Seth wonders if he has gone too far. Is Giorgio going to throw him off and take him angrily? Then he hears the contented, "Fuck yes." They are now connected as deeply and intimately as is possible among men. Giorgio's tightness is girdling Seth's pole, while Seth's hardness is pressing to enlarge the chute and crowd the prostate.

Seth holds until he feels the first beginnings of Giorgio's acceptance. The chute muscles relax. Giorgio's thighs relax. But, now Seth is on fire. He pounds, plunges, fists Giorgio's dick, cups his balls and squeezes, pinches his nipples. One action after another. Frantic. Demanding. Taking over. Wanting all of this bottom under his control. If Giorgio wants rough, he's prepared to deliver. Over and over, he pulls almost all the way out and plunges again, holding Giorgio tight so that the pound is solid and deep. Giorgio's face turns toward Seth, wondering what is going on, but absolutely loving it. He sees Seth's determined face, and the fire in his eyes. He smiles. Yes, this is exactly what he wants--a lover who knows how to take everything he wants. He smiles and whispers, "What a fuckin' stud! Yesssss." He strains again to hold back wanting the assault to continue. But, it's just too much. Seth is too good at bringing his bottom off. And his assault has been so hard. Giorgio hardends, spasms, and explodes into the sheets beneath them, involuntarily squeezing Seth's dick and holding it deep. This takes Seth over the cliff. He fires off as well--before collapsing in possession over the rugged, dark boy beneath him. It is rough, but Giorgio has asked for it. Seth continues to blast, one load after another, hot and deep, until he is totally drained. Even then, residual spasms continue, dry, but with the consequence of keeping Giorgio on his high.

As they quiet, Giorgio collapses into the bed. Seth cocoons this time and holds his teddy bear beneath him. God, he loves this boy. Now there is no question. He's definitely into sex with this wrestler--just as Giorgio concludes that he's very into this surfer dude.

It takes forever for their breath to return to normal, for their hearts to slow, and for Seth to lose his hardness and slowly slip out.

They sleep together again that night, tightly wrapped together. And, the next morning, it is Seth who rises first to inspect the fields. He attempts to creep quietly out of the room, but Giorgio hears him. "Wait. I'm coming. I want to walk the vines with you."

It is pretty much a repetition of the previous day. The vine bumps are bigger; the sprouts are longer and darker green. There is silence again as the mist rises, and the earthy aroma of growth fills the air. But, there is no question the vines are awakening. Like the lust between the two young inspectors.

On the return to the house, Seth breaks the silence. "My great grandfather thought this land would be great for crops. He was wrong. The soil is thin and well drained; it's rocky; and there is little rain during the growing season. He almost lost everything. But, grandfather decided to try grapes. The first few crops were failures. The summer sun here is too harsh. So they learned to leave more leaves on the vines to shade the ripening grapes. It worked finally--although these days climate change is risking it all again. Our grapes are maturing too fast. They have too much sugar--and thus too much alcohol when they ferment. We used to pick in late October. Now it's often at the middle of September. And the taste is subtly changing too."

"That's where I come in. Wine making, at least in California, maybe elsewhere, is now all about chemistry."

Giorgio absorbs the lesson and realizes that his ancestors had similar problems--since Sicily is one of the warmest wine-growing regions in the world. He wondered if they had discovered the technique of leaving more leaves on the vine. Undoubtedly yes, but the first discovery is probably lost to history. That's why Sicilian vines are some of the "leafiest" in the world. Now, of course, many of the Sicilian growers, remembering the old Roman techniques of "preserving" wine, were beginning to work with the increasing alcohol--producing fortified, sweeter wines that mixed well with carbonation, to produce the sugary "coolers" so cherished by European youth.

This could be a career, he thinks. It would use my chemistry. It would allow me to embrace this lifestyle and these fields in everyday life. I'm pretty sure it would fit with my family's plans. (He did not, however, at the time, think it might include Seth Rogan.) A nineteen year old boy, having enjoyed just a few days of intense sex with a guy, doesn't immediately turn toward permanence. They had been together now for only a few days. And Giorgio had accomplished his spring break objective. He is no longer a virgin.

The rest of the day is quiet. Seth takes Giorgio on a brief tour of the winery, the tasting rooms, and the chemical laboratory. All the spaces are modern, clean--and for the time being, empty. It will be very different after the harvest. But, now they resemble the pristine labs of Tech: modern, white-tiled, lots of gleaming metal, rows of clean glassware, and even air conditioning.

They dine on the left-overs found in the refrigerator. (Maria has left much.) They watch a bit of TV as they lounge on the leather sofa, stroking each other lazily.

Seth proposes an afternoon shower before dinner. Giorgio readily accepts, anticipating that he will again be taken under the sprays. They do wash each other and embrace, but Seth doesn't initiate the sex. Then, he does something that alerts Giorgio to something different: Seth pulls the douche wand, adjusts the spray, lubes it, and cleans himself out. (Always before, Seth had handed the device to Giorgio.)

Soon they are toweling dry. Both are now rigidly erect, facing each other. Seth is waving his long hard dick before him like a dueling sword. Giorgio licks his lips. He is ready to fall to his knees--or be taken again. He assumes Seth will make the move soon. So Giorgio continues to tease, over-drying his back so that he can project his cock outwardly between them. It's heavy, waving back and forth, like a piece of heavy artillery, but holds the ninety degree angle, threatening back.

Then, Seth does the unexpected, "I think I'd like to flip, Giorgio. I'm not usually a bottom. But, with you, I'm going to make an exception. I think maybe I'd like to try out that beer can you're carrying. Besides, it's really part of breaking you in." It is framed as a request, but to Giorgio, it is a demand that he's been hoping for.

Giorgio freezes in mid-swipe of the towel over his ample rump. Did he just hear Seth ask him? It is more than he expected. Much more. Seth is going to give him his first fuck. What an incredible weekend this is turning out to be. Losing your cherry is one thing. You more or less control that. But, having the guy who has taken it offer to flip! Shit! What luck!

Giorgio doesn't answer. But, he moves into Seth and lifts him like a toy, spins and places him on the bed. For once he has allowed his strength to show through. Seth flips over, drops one leg to the floor and throws the other out to the center of the bed. Giorgio understands. Seth is opening himself and presenting--fully confident that his newbie knows what to do and how to do it. Giorgio taps each cheek, harder than he had anticipated, and mutters, "So the teacher is now the pupil. Let me show you what I've learned, Teach." He reaches to the night table and pulls out the pot of lube. A thick finger is soon zeroing in on Seth's entrance. He rims, pokes and begins to open as Seth moans in acceptance. He's tight, really tight, and clean. But, Giorgio is slow and thorough. It's another first for him. He's going to enjoy this--and make sure that Seth does to. He's been planning this. Then, Giorgio kneels on the colorful carpet and bends in. His tongue, tentative at first, tastes, but soon, after his lips latch on to the rim, his tongue begins to penetrate. The tongue darts quickly and tentatively, not sure how this all works. But, it doesn't take long. He really gets into it. Soon, he's an animal devouring Seth's ass. "Oh fuck! Yesss." (His words duplicate almost exactly the same that Giorgio had uttered two days before. Seth apparently enjoys being eaten as much as Giorgio.) He's on his knees again, but this time he's got a very different diet--not just the appetizer, but the main course.

Seth squirms and lifts his ass up into Giorgio who takes the opportunity to reach under and grab Seth securely. One hand is fisting the root of the hard, long shaft; the other is cupping Seth's balls, roiling them between his thick fingers, like worry beads--but without any care at all. Together they give Giorgio the leverage such that his superior strength picks up Seth's entire body from the mattress and holds it in mid-air to his face so that his tongue is more effective.

It's really the first time that Giorgio has let himself go--really feeling and playing with another guy's dick. It's a feeling of such power that he's rigid and leaking without even touching his own. Ultimately, Seth murmurs, "You gotta do it now. If you want me to cum with you, Babe."

"Of course, I do."

So Giorgio rises from his knees, releases Seth to the bed and moves him to the center. He bends over and aims his thick cock. It's dripping with lube and precum, slippery and ready. He touches the center and leans in. Seth resists at first. Giorgio is very thick, and the head is even bigger. Almost in frustration, but with a bit of Sicilian wrestling humor kicked in, Giorgio whispers, "Give it up, boy. NOW! You are fuckin' pinned, and you are mine. I'm cummin' in. I've always wanted to fuck one of my wrestling partners."

Seth breathes out hard and pushes back. He opens and Giorgio's cockhead pops through the ring. It's big and fat, and Seth whistles in response. "Fuck, you are so goddamned big!" Giorgio freezes and waits. He releases Seth's cock and takes a few hard slaps on Seth's cheeks, leaving red prints. He reaches under and begins to squeeze with both hands on Seth's tits to distract. Then, as Seth reacts with another groan, Giorgio presses and achieves more depth. Now he's deep enough that he too feels the pressure, and he begins to realize the incredible pleasure of fucking a man. It's so tight. So hot. And so fuckin' alive! He's definitely into this! The man-cunt is where his cock belongs.

Perhaps a minute later, after Giorgio leans forward and covers the back of Seth's neck with kiss after kiss, some ending in a wet suck, He presses forward again and touches the nut. He knows it immediately from the semi-hard texture and Seth's whistle of appreciation, "Yes, there, Stud." (Note: "Babe" has become "Stud.")

He holds, deliberately pumping blood into his dick to swell the head, putting waves of pressure on the nut. He's felt it in himself, loves it, and wants to share the pleasure with his bottom. Seth, uncharacteristically, goes silent, but he does respond, shifting his butt to move Giorgio's dick head around the surface of his nut, absorbing all the waves of pleasure that such motion produces. Giorgio thinks, "This boy is definitely a pro. He knows how to use a dick--even one buried deep in his ass." So he holds the position, hard and long, stretching his arms out stiffly to hold himself poiased above, concentrating on the connection between his thick pole and Seth's now-welcoming hole. He's allowing Seth to pleasure himself on his hard cock as though it were his toy to play with.

The teddy bear is now the hot dildo. The toiboi is now playing with the man.

However, the pressure is building in Giorgio. He's been holding back an orgasm. Even the effort of holding himself hard and still is not enough. His native instincts click in. He begins to stroke, slowly at first, and shallowly, increasing depth and tempo with each stroke. Until finally Giorgio is pounding, giving it all his strength as he would on a wrestling mat. He's gonna take this guy. He's gonna pound him into the mat, hold him there, and empty himself deep inside. He's got stamina and strength and purpose. He bottoms over and over, pounding on the last stricture.

Seth's eyes roll back into his head. He's silent, but feels like whimpering. No one has even taken him so thoroughly. Or so deeply. No one has ever handled him like this. The visual image of the thick dark cock pounding into him morphs into the image of a battering ram, breaking down the gates of the city. Primordial instincts kick in. Seth squeezes his gluteal muscles to prevent the onslaught. But it is to no avail. Giorgio is in, victorious, and ravishing his ass. Silently, he thrusts and pulls back, repeats and repeats. Giorgio can hold the cum, building up in his balls, no longer. He shouts his release, "I'm fuckin' cummin', Boy. Take my spunk. You are fuckin' mine!"

He blasts, hard. Again. He's in another world, holding an opponent hard to the mat, enjoying every second of his discomfort. But, Seth is frantic beneath him. Not straining to escape. Not moaning in pain, but in the intensity of the pre-orgasmic pleasure. Pushing up and back into the guy on top of him, pinning him. Giorgio is still edging, holding back Seth's orgasm. Squeezing Seth's prostate exquisitely between the heel of his hand on the outside and this thick, hard tube inside. "Please let me cum, you BASTARD!" Giorgio wakes from the trance of his first time and realizes what he is doing.

"So sorry," he spits out. "Cum now, NOW, boy." As his fingers release Seth's taint and root. Immediately, he feels Seth's seed moving, filling the tubes on the underside of his shaft. With two fingers he urges it along and up. Seth has never before felt the unbelievably pleasure of a partner actually TAKING his cum as he blasts. He nearly passes out with the feelings. Until he empties into the sheets of his bed with three thick ropes of cum.

Giorgio reaches under, grabs Seth's chest and bodily moves him to the center of the bed, not allowing his thick dick to pull out. And then, he falls on top, cocooning Seth securely under him. He holds his glistening hard cock back inside. He's fucked his bottom. For the first time! Now it's time to plug his spunk inside, to breed him.

No one moves for a long time, until finally, Seth pounds the pillow in surrender, "Let me breathe, Stud. I gotta breathe. I give. I guess you're going to need another lesson in topping."

Giorgio rolls off and faces Seth. He pulls him into an embrace and smiles into his dark face. Seth definitely looks like he's been royally fucked. But, then, like the little boy newbie that Giorgio is, he seeks approval, "Do you really think I need more lessons? Or did you like that, Teach?"

Sean just smiles back, "You definitely could use another lesson or two--but maybe later. I'm a used dish rag. How long until you can do it again?" He hadn't been dominated and roughed up in a long time. And it felt good. Very, very good.

So much for taking it slow with the cuddly, shaved teddy bear.

TBC

BD