Santa Barbara Solstice Ch 04

Santa Barbara Solstice Ch 04

Giorgio and Seth drive back to Tech together.

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

As the setting sun begins to darken the room, Giorgio is holding Seth tightly and possessively against his gut in Seth's bed. The covers are in total disarray. The sheets reek with the essence of male cum. This position is unusual for Seth: Giorgio is the big spoon. His massive chest is pressed into Seth's back, and his wrestler-developed guns are holding him close, forcing Seth into a tight fetal position. Giorgio's left hand is fisting the surfer look-alike's cock, staking claim to the long tube. One of his thick thighs hangs over Seth, forcing his belly forward toward the mattress. And Giorgio's thick cock is planted very firmly between Seth's cheeks, in the crevice wallowing in the sticky cum which has oozed out in their slumber. Occasionally, Giorgio subconsciously recalls the recent penetration and stiffens automatically. Seth, also automatically, tightens his glutes and squeezes the hardness between his cheeks.

The room is perfumed with their fragrant cum. Seth is breathing deeply and realizes that it has the same seductive earthy aroma of the awakening vineyard which surrounds the ranch. The aroma is one he cherishes and has come to enjoy. And his position reminds him of his most secure and pleasant earlier nights. He's found a bottom who can take everything he can deliver; and the boy has shown himself capable of topping with the best he's ever had.

The first timer has learned quickly and proven to be an avid versatile partner.

Seth, within the last days, has introduced Giorgio to the flavor of a man's cum and taken Giorgio's cherry--even producing an elusive full-body anal orgasm. And by doing so, he has awakened Giorgio's lust for a man. It wasn't hard. Giorgio had been asking for it, thinking about it for months. This was one of those times when the anticipation is not as good as the actualization.

Then, unexpectedly, Seth invited Giorgio to flip--so Giorgio had just taken his first man. Seth didn't have to ask twice. Giorgio had been holding back his natural urges as a competitive wrestler. His workouts and athletic physique are just reeking of testosterone. He had taken everything that Seth had dished out--and loved it. But, when the roles reversed, Giorgio felt that he had found his stride. He jumped to the task. His first-time enthusiasm coupled with his wrestler's instincts produced a wild, rough ride for Seth, once as he positioned himself at the edge of the mattress and again when Giorgio had performed a second time after man-handling Seth to the center and pounding him into the most intense anal orgasm that he's ever experienced. It had been a long time for Seth.

And Giorgio now knows he is definitely gay.

Seth is coming to realize that he doesn't want to live without it--without Giorgio's body on his, that is. He knows Giorgio is a newbie, and that his natural instincts, now awakened, will set him up as a hunter. But, Seth is already beginning to ask himself how he can rope the boy in before he goes too far. When he thinks about it, not even his eight-month affair with Allen had produced anything like the feelings he has now.

It's already late afternoon. In the morning, they had walked the lines of the vineyard, taking notes on progress and condition, but absorbing the earthy atmosphere and just being together. The early morning mist evaporating. The sun beams peeking through the thin clouds. The barren vines popping with new life. The potential. As house sitter for the vineyard in the early spring, this is Seth's only responsibility: walk the vines and report on first growth. Giorgio took immediately to the vineyard responsibilities. It seemed built into his genes. Their "duty" walks of the vineyard lines were already an important part of their time together.

Occasionally, Seth would stop and point to something. Giorgio would bend to get closer. But, it's just a ruse--for Seth to get his hands on Giorgio's butt. He's been dreaming about those muscled globes with the indented hand-holds--almost since they met. It is his favorite part of Giorgio--although after last night, he has to admit that Giorgio's fat cock feels pretty good inside, pressing hard on his button.

Now, as he wake-dreams in silence, Seth finds it It hard to believe that he had picked Giorgio up at the gay parade only two days before. It started as a hooked seduction of one whom Seth assumed to be a twink--thanks to his size and innocent appearance: the dark, ass-hugging jeans, the non-designer simple white tee, the old Nikes, and the unruly mop of thick curly black hair. But, Seth is now totally convinced that he's captured a tiger, not a twink. After losing his cherry to Seth, Giorgio has become a very quick study in love-making. He fucks like a tiger, and handles his partner like prey to be played with and eaten in time. It seems that they have been together forever.

Seth is fairly experienced, having been out gay for several years with multiple one or two-time partners and even a relationship that lasted nearly a year. Giorgio is, of course, new to the game, and decidedly not out. His traditional Sicilian family would disown him. As the youngest of four boys, he is babied by Mama--but expected to be the ultimate macho stud by Papa. His dad even jokes from time to time, referring to him as "My Sicilian Stallion."

Giorgio's body and the equipment he's carrying do not belie the description. He's a prime stud.

*****

It's going to be their last day and night together before they return to Caltech, a short drive away in Pasadena. The brief spring break is over. The last few weeks of the winter semester will be upon them in a day, followed by project and paper due dates and exams.

Maria, the ranch's housekeeper, has left them dinner--and she will return later that night to begin another week of work. Seth's uncle and aunt are due to return late on Monday, presumably after the guys left for school. So they have one more night and one more morning before reality retakes control of their lives.

It's been only two days. But, given what has happened, it seems like a new beginning of a new life.

Giorgio has already achieved more than he expected for the long weekend. Seth has too, but after only a few days of intense sexual interaction with the muscled wrestler, Seth is feeling something more than a casual hook. He realizes that Giorgio, although only about a year younger, is far less experienced in matters of sex. He's really just an innocent babe, wildly enthusiastic with his new-found toy (Seth's mancunt) and single-minded in his desire for MORE. And presumably, now that the proverbial dam has burst, Seth assumes that Giorgio will be flowing hard with the unleashed river waters of young male sexual activity. He's hoping, nevertheless, that he can at least participate in Giorgio's explosion of sexual activity--even if exclusivity is likely out of the question, for at least some time.

This last thought saddens Seth. He's a typical male. He wants his partner to be exclusively his--even if he continues to play the field with others. It's a one-sided attitude, and not exactly held only by heteros. Men fuckin' need harems--even if of the same sex. But, he knows that Giorgio is not even close to being ready to commit--as an exclusive boyfriend, let alone as a member of Seth's stable. A whole new world has opened to him. It's going to take time. So Seth has reluctantly decided to let things take their course. He knows that he and Giorgio "click." He enjoys having Giorgio take him almost as much as his love for Giorgio's fantastic ass and welcoming mancunt. And he's beginning to feel that the experience at the vineyard has opened a door for Giorgio--using his degree in chemical engineering in the winemaking field.

Maybe there is a future for the two of them. Just don't push it yet.

So Seth decides to play one more card before their time together is over. He's pretty sure that the possibilities of the vineyard--and a career in winemaking- seem to check two important boxes for Giorgio: his ancestral involvement with grapes and his desire to use his chemical engineering in a profession.

So, Seth decides to "use" the vineyard to further his goals. He searches through Maria's larder and the kitchen to concoct a picnic. Thus, as the sun sets on their last day together at Rogan's Family Vineyard, Seth and Giorgio set out into a special place in the vineyard--a gazebo that had been built to host special events, like weddings. It's old and overgrown now. That was a long time ago--Seth even remembers using it as a "fort" when he visited many years ago as an eight-year-old. Nothing much came of the venture. No one promoted it. The gazebo, Victorian in style, is small. But it is set in a quiet and private knoll with a view of the entire vineyard to the east. The view is a panorama of awakening vines, emitting an earthy spring aroma of new life and promise. It is unbelievably romantic.

Seth keeps it a secret for as long as possible. They dress casually for the adventure--in the only clothes that Giorgio has with him, since they had never gone to the bus station to retrieve his overnight duffel. Seth carries the wicker basket while Giorgio is given the task of carrying the rolled blankets and two cushions. The destination is a secret. Giorgio is not certain. He's never camped. And after last night in bed with Seth, he has been looking for a replay--in a nice warm sheet-covered bed.

They walk as the sun sets-- to the far end of the vineyard, on a rise in the foothills that give a panoramic view of the lines of vines. There is a firepit and plenty of kindling and firewood. Several teak settees and a table (designed to be used as an altar) occupy the space. Seth brushes away the collection of leaves and wipes down the table. Then, he lights three kerosene lanterns that hang in the eaves. Now, it is a lovenest.

It's a little chilly, and Seth assumes they both will soon be nude. So he sets the fire carefully--this is a region where open fire was carefully controlled--even placing a spark screen over the building flames while Giorgio sets the cushions and blankets on one of the settees. Heat begins to permeate the cool evening inside the gazebo. Seth unbuttons and removes his Oxford shirt. He eyes Giorgio, inviting him to follow. Seth opens a bottle of Rogan Family Cab, Martha's Vines, 2018, and sets it aside to breathe. Then he spreads the food over a checked tablecloth. It is a feast.

Seth has set the stage for a long, slow seduction--although at the moment he's not sure who is going to be doing the seducing. Either is now possible--and Seth could handle whatever seems to develop.

Then he turns from arranging the food to find that Giorgio is also undressing. He is facing away, into the last rays of the sun. His shirt is gone. His wide shoulders taper into the narrow waist. One leg is up on the settee as he unties his Nikes. The pose highlights his butt--maybe a deliberate act on his part to arouse Seth yet another time. "Oh fuck," Seth thinks, "How can I possibly resist that ass. It's what got me the first time. He's found my kryptonite." Seth moves behind him, pushes off his own jeans, and embraces him from the rear. Then he bends in and begins to slide his tongue over the smooth flesh. This tongue descends on the spinal indentation, pauses at the triangular spot at the apex of Giorgio's full globes. Then he pulls them apart, and his tongue slides down the crack, circles the rim, and touches the hole lightly. Giorgio groans and arches back into Seth's probing tongue. God, he wants this!

"I was expecting this to be a little more romantic. I thought maybe we'd neck for a little while. Maybe massage each other. Take it slow. Stretch it out. I love making love in the vineyard. It all seems so right."

Giorgio moves slowly and turns. He steps out of his jeans and pulls off the jock. His cock springs up at attention. Then he sits back on the settee and stares at Seth, challenging him to get naked. Seth stares at the beauty, and shivers again at the size of Giorgio's cock. "Fuck," he thinks, "Have I already taken that monster--more than once?" Seth quickly removes his chinos. Again he's commando. And again, he's hard.

Giorgio reaches over and pulls Seth into his lap. Seth straddles and their torsos touch. Then their lips. It is the perfect fit that both boys enjoy. Chest to chest. Lips to lips. Hard cocks duelling in their guts. Giorgio's arms caress Seth's back, pull him closer, and then drop to hold Seth hard against him. Seth's arms encircle Giorgio's neck, marvelling again at the thick hard ropes and the well-developed dorsals. He relaxes into Giorgio, enjoying the contact and revelling in the duelling hardness between them. If only he could bottle this. It'd sell better than the finest vintage.

"This is a special spot for me. Of all my friends, only Allen has seen it. I really like you, Giorgio. I'd like to think that maybe back at Cal Tech, we can continue to date. Is that something you might consider?" He reaches up and their lips meet again.

"Before you answer, there is something I need to say. I guess you realize that people there know that I'm gay. And, if we date, or maybe even if we're seen together often, they'll begin to think the same of you. Are you ready for that? It's only been a few days."

Giorgio is quick to respond, "I know that I'm gay. I've wanted this for years, but never before did I follow through. Even at the parade, I assumed that I'd find an anonymous hook and lose my V-card. Then, I planned to think about it--to decide whether it's worth it. Whether it is something that I want to change my life for. You ambushed me, Seth. It hasn't been just a hook or just a fuckin' initiation. It's the whole fuckin' course! I think I got an 'A'. I am not going back. But I've got to think about the consequences. Give me a little longer."

He pauses and Seth stares into his eyes. There is fear, and maybe regret. "I'd like to continue to play at Tech. But, I can't out myself yet. I've gotta think about how this will impact my family. We are really close. And, in many ways they are counting on me."

Seth's face fell with the declaration, and Giorgio caught the implication of what he had just said. "And by play, I mean with you, Seth."

"I'm not proposing, Babe. Yet. I'm not even asking for exclusivity. I realize I'm your first. I'd like to be your last. But, you deserve some chance to enjoy the hunt. To discover how others react to you. It'll hurt, but I know that you need to try some experimenting--now that the lock has been broken."

"I'm not sure whether that is in me, Seth. I'm not even sure whether I can 'go on the hunt,' as you say, at Cal Tech. Word will get back to the team. And from there, who knows what might happen."

"And this place! I suddenly see a way to put what I'm learning at Tech together with my family's expectations. I think maybe I can become a winemaker. I'm guessing they'd love it. But, I'm still not sure whether choosing that career will overcome their disappointment if they find out I'm gay. It's a terrible spot to be in. But, can we just enjoy tonight--and think about it tomorrow?"

Giorgio pulls Seth hard in, and they neck again. Giorgio's arms, around Seth's back, slip down. He grabs Seth's small ass and lifts before settling Seth back down onto him. Now Giorgio's fat cock is rock hard and planted firmly in Seth's crack. Using his superior arm strength, he lifts Seth again, expecting Seth to reach around and aim him.

Seth panics. "I forgot the lube, Babe. You are so fuckin' big that you're gonna tear me apart. So slow it down."

Giorgio's eyes flash disappointment. There is no way their last night together at the vineyard is not including sex. Then, they scan the banquet table. He stands, holding Seth tightly to him. So as not to fall, Seth's arms wrap around Giorgio's thick neck and his legs lock behind Giorgio's waist. Giorgio holds him easily, again demonstrating his incredible strength. Giorgio steps to the table. Fingers reach into the bowl of mayo. "Maybe this will help."

He slathers the thick white sauce on Seth's hole and coats his own steely cock. Then, he jerks forward and allows Seth to drop. The thick peach-shaped head touches. Giorgio uses his powerful thighs to aim and press as he lowers Seth another inch or so. The head pops in. Seth groans, "Oh fuck, yes." Then he releases his legs a little and drops lower, allowing the pipe to slide in. It's enough. It touches his magic button as Seth gasps in pleasure. He repeats, "Oh fuck, yes."

Giorgio moves them to one of the upright posts of the gazebo and releases. Giorgio is now standing, holding Seth against the post, but suspended before him, impaled on his cock. Seth's weight and position do the rest. Giorgio bottoms with a long slow slide, stretching Seth's chute, and sending the pleasure endorphins through Seth's body. He bends down and takes Giorgio's right nipple between his lips and tightens. Seth writhes in response, murmuring the words of endearment that Giorgio has come to appreciate. Giorgio too gasps at the closeness and stimulation.

Seth tightens his hold on Giorgio as Giorgio begins to pump, pound really, almost sliding out before pushing in balls deep. Over and over. Again and again. With the power and the stamina of the champion wrestler that Giorgio is. The quiet of the vineyard is now echoing their grunts of passion. And the pregnant new growth of the vines is symbolic of the breeding happening in the gazebo. Two passionate young men, one light, one dark, both sweating beads of pheromones, are writhing, held tightly to each other, in the throes of the final seconds of man sex. Their eyes, hooded and bright, and lips, engorged and supple, reflect their emotion. There can be no doubt: their faces are sex personified. There is deep connection, maybe even love, as they strain to melt into each other. And as Giorgio stretches to plant his seed deep inside his new lover.

The two reach a crescendo. Giorgio feels his semen moving. He deepens and holds. Just as Seth feels the tense ball of passion deep in his gut about to explode. His legs tighten around Giorgio, holding him deep. Until finally, he feels the first spasm, followed by the first hot blast of cum deep in his gut. It lights the fuse. And the bomb explodes, sending waves of pleasure deep inside. Seth feels it in his fingertips and in his toes, as he too shoots long fragrant ropes of cum onto their conjoined chests.

Giorgio backs a little to aim one last shot at Seth's prostate. It changes their position slightly. He pushes one last time and unloads again. So Seth's last shot hits Giorgio square on the bottom of his cutely cleft chin and begins to drip on Giorgio's pec.

And, as suddenly as it hit, it ends. The tension dissipates. The aroma pervades their union. The quiet of the vineyard returns. Their eyes meet as Seth bends in and uses his tongue to sweep the dripping cum from Giorgio's chin. It is the most intimate thing they have yet done together. They kiss again, sealing their conversation, and sharing Seth's cum. The vineyard gazebo has instantly become their favorite place to make love.

And it is "making love," not fucking. There can be no doubt.

"Fuck, that was sooooo good."

Giorgio backs off, holding Seth tightly to him, and sits on the settee. He's still hard and deep. But, it's a different feeling now. It is no longer a question of strength and conquest. It's time to hold, to still, to feel the closeness. It's time to connect. Seth's head falls to Giorgio's muscled shoulder as Giorgio tenderly pecks at Seth's forehead.

They eat and drink, enjoying the charcuterie and the spectacular vintage wine. At first it is in silence. Both guys remain naked. Seth remains in Giorgio's lap. And they feed and toast each other--from the same goblet. It is as close to a commitment as seems likely at this point in their lives.

Later, much later, they talk. Giorgio agrees that he wants more of this. And he agrees that he and Seth will continue to date- discreetly and privately--for the rest of the semester. Then, there will be time to decide the future.

Giorgio knows that Seth is headed to the Cal Poly summer semester program on wine-making. He knows that Seth would love to have him as a roommate, but it doesn't seem to be a possibility for him. He's needed at Vesuvio. Summer is a busy time, and he needs to replace one or two of his brothers at the restaurant as they leave to negotiate the wine purchases in Sicily for the next year. So they will be apart for the summer. Maybe they will meet once or twice: they will be living about two hours apart, but it won't be the same.

Then, they'll have next year--Seth's last at Caltech, to continue, and maybe make some decisions about the future. Seth hasn't asked Giorgio to become his apartment mate next year, but Giorgio's pretty sure the invitation is coming. It's a good solution. He'll definitely agree. They can be together often, can try living with each other, without arousing suspicion about Giorgio's sexual interests.

Seth seems to accept that Giorgio may date, but he finds it hard to understand how Giorgio can do so without risking disclosure to the wrestling club--or his parents. But that's an issue for Giorgio to consider. He's patient. He's confident. He can wait. And rely on the fact that Giorgio's desire for secrecy is on his side--at least for now. He's going to find that it's difficult to cruise on home turf anonymously.

And, of course, for the next few months, there will be opportunities to see whether their "hook" can turn into something more, much more.

In the dark, using one of the kerosene lanterns, they make their way back to the house. Maria has arrived. The light is on in her room and the TV is flickering. They quietly put away the picnic stuff and head to Seth's room.

For one last shower together. And one last night sleeping together in Seth's bed. Giorgio has decided. He wants to feel Seth inside him again--to bookend the weekend, so to speak. It had begun with the loss of his cherry; it is ending with the deep breeding of Seth's seed.

When they return to Seth's bed, Giorgio is on his belly, bolstered by three pillows. He's offering himself. Seth gasps, kneels in place and begins to feast on the cheeks that he worships. Soon he draws the cheeks apart and with fingers and tongue begins to open. But, Giorgio is ready and surprisingly open. So Seth positions, slips in, taps the prostate and bottoms on the first drive. Giorgio doesn't even whimper. He groans loudly, "Yes. I love it. Pound me, Seth."

Seth responds, and given the sexual activity of the past few days, he has stamina. He pounds and pounds, while squeezing Giorgio's cheeks with both hands, pushing them together, compressing the chute, enjoying the stimulation. Giorgio, meanwhile, is alive and athletic, throwing his ass up and into every stroke, enjoying every thrust, squeezing every withdrawal. They are now like a finely tuned machine. Relentless. Relentlessly delivering shocks of pleasure. It is too intense. Giorgio feels the hot ball forming in his gut. Seth is going to give him another anal orgasm. He calls it out to Seth, who renews his vigorous pounding.

And then they blast, together. Giorgio sends ropes of cum into the bed beneath them, enjoying the intensity of each shot, and feeling the hotness of Seth's spunk spraying him deep inside. They are both now tense. Giorgio is almost in a V, having risen from his knees in a plank to add to Seth's deep plunges. And has fallen, forming himself over Giorgio's back. Now he's breathing hard, putting everything into staying hard, plugging his seed deep into Giorgio's inner being, as his hands lovingly massage the side of Giorgio's ample cheeks.

After long minutes of intense closeness, Giorgio falls back to the pillows. Seth at first follows, pinning Giorgio to the mattress as his dick dry spasms. Finally, he falls to the side. Giorgio flips, removes the pillows and draws Seth into an embrace. "That was fantastic, Seth. The best yet."

*******

And then, the next day, it's back to Tech and maybe reality (by way of the bus station to pick up the rest of Giorgio's weekend wardrobe). For both, an entirely new chapter has opened.

Full of promise. With lots of recent memories. And a budding affection that neither could have imagined only three days before.

And with new purpose: Giorgio has decided on his major, maybe his career, and maybe his partner. Seth has decided he's got a new boyfriend.

Seth takes one more opportunity to ensure that their relationship is going to continue.

In the car on the way to Pasadena, they talk, and while they do, hands roam over thighs, occasionally straying to crotches. By the time they reach Tech, both are smoking with desire. Seth has decided. He wants to invite Giorgio to move into the apartment next September. "I'd like to show you my place. My roommate is visiting his girl's parents in San Francisco and won't be back until tomorrow. Shall we stop by before I drop you at the dorm?"

Giorgio knows the score, and has been waiting for Seth to make a move to continue their playtime into the rest of the academic year. "That depends."

"On what?"

Giorgio doesn't answer. Instead, he unbuttons Seth's jeans and maneuvers out his swollen cock. This has become the new normal for Seth when Giorgio is within a few feet. He bends over and smooches the head. "Is this guy going to show me around the bedroom?"

"If you wish. He's yours, whenever. And so is my ass. But, put him back for now. The traffic is kind of heavy. I can see it's stop-and-go just ahead. I need to concentrate."

"I can help you concentrate."

"Not on what's important, right now."

"I'm not so sure."

"Put him back, Stud. You can take him out for a walk later."

And so, sometime later, they pull into the reserved parking spot behind Seth's apartment. It's on the fourth (top) floor of an apartment building, made to look like a group of small faux Victorian row houses in the city, with a small lot behind. Campus is more than a mile away, but they are near a bus stop.

They are both tenting and hot from the trip and the anticipation. Seth's grabs a bag. "Leave yours. I'll drive you to campus later. You won't need any clothes for what I have in mind for us."

They head for the stairs. "Sorry it's a fourth-floor walk-up, but I can afford it with a roommate." Seth pushes Giorgio in front. He wants to feast on that bottom for as long as possible.

The apartment is small, but bright: one large room on the front serves as living space, dining area with a wall of kitchen cabinets and appliances. Down the corridor are two small bedrooms and a shared bath. It's furnished with a collection of old but comfortable college man stuff: large flat screen, several recliners, small table with two mismatched chairs. The floor is carpeted; there is no art on the walls. Shades cover the large bay window--the only one in that room. The bedrooms each have a twin, a desk, and crammed block-and-board bookcases. The bath is a surprise with a large modern tiled shower (no tub).

The tour takes all of two minutes, which is fine since both guys have something else in mind for the immediate future.

"Which is yours?"

"On the left." As he speaks, Seth enters the room, but finds himself slammed against the nearest wall. Giorgio uses his body to immobilize Seth as he tears open his chinos. Then he falls to his knees and sucks Seth's long cock deep inside. It hardens instantly, lengthens, and begins to leak pre-cum.

"Oh fuck. Your lips feel so fucking good," Seth murmurs as his fingers begin to curl Giorgio's dark hair between his fingers, holding him tight to his gut. Giorgio's eyes drift up without his lips giving up the shaft. Seth can't believe the sexual attraction of those huge, sultry sensuous eyes. He thinks, "He is so beautiful. Even better in my place than at the parade." Giorgio continues to bob, taking Seth deeper and deeper. The head slips into his throat. It's another first. Giorgio has taken all of him. And he's fuckin' not coughing. They pause as Girogio's lips tighten on the shaft.

"Stop, Giorgio. Please. The bed. Right behind you. I need to cum inside you."

At first, Giorgio doesn't move. Seth's face fuck continues. The bobbing continues. Seth taps. The load is moving. Only then, Giorgio backs off and strips as Seth pulls off his tee. Giorgio heads to the bed. He hesitates for a second, staring at Seth. Top or bottom? Missionary or doggie? He's ready for anything with his new-found partner and playmate. Three days of every kind of sex imaginable has prepared him. He's a total sexual animal--when it comes to Seth. He can be predator or prey. Top or bottom. Rough or sweetly accepting--although the latter is a stretch for him.

Seth answers by spreading himself out on the bed, on his back. He stretches his hands above his head and grabs the brass rail of the headboard and vees, offering himself up as sacrifice on the altar bed. Giorgio understands. It's not hard. Seth is giving him the first honors in the new place. He stares again at the light-skinned blonde Adonis before him. But, this is not the time for adoration. He stretches out over the would-be surfer, slips into the vee so their rigid cocks roll together, between their guts, one long, pink and thin; the other shorter, darker but very thick--as different as their masters. His wrestler's arms cover Seth's and hold them in place as he bends down, suspended over Seth--save their caressing dicks, to take Seth's lips. They kiss, and Giorgio as the "chosen" top forces his tongue into Seth's welcoming mouth. They squirm and writhe as Giorgio's superior strength takes over and he manhandles Seth.

Seth has learned to love being manhandled by the swarthy, muscled Sicilian. He seduced a twink; he got a muscled giant. He shudders at the power over him, but smiles into Giorgio's determined face. The eyes are blazing. The face is wide and dark. The black curls droop over his forehead: the very personification of sensuality; the stuff of Victorian romance novels.

He realizes that Giorgio is so different from the young man he seduced at the parade. He's huge, potentially threatening, strong, dark. But, underneath the rough, tough exterior, Giorgio is the shaved teddy bear that he originally spotted and wanted. He's got the best: A willing, strong, active bottom, and a powerful top with a cock that turns his insides to mush.

Finally, panting with impatience, Giorgio, without removing any of the pressure between their joined crotches, reaches down and lifts Seth's legs. He plants the ankles on his muscular shoulders. Seth is tall and his legs and long and slim. They easily reach over. Giorgio bends forward, folding Seth almost I half, raising Seth's ass into position. Seth surrenders, "Yes, take me, Stud."

Giorgio looks about frantically until Seth points to the small bedside table drawer. "Lubes in there, Babe."

Giorgio stretches over without dislodging his dominance, retrieves the tube and shoots a liberal amount on his fingers. He spreads it on his cock and coats the rim and inside. His fingers deepen and swirl as Seth squirms beneath him. By now, they are frantic. No time is left for fingering or eating. Giorgio needs to be inside. Fuckin' now! Fortunately, Seth is already beginning to become accustomed to Giorgio's thickness, but there is still some pain. Seth's chute is not well-used, and Giorgio's shaft is thick.

He circles the rim and presses. Seth lifts up into him and swallows the head, hissing at the instant pain. Giorgio freezes and frowns, apologizing silently. But, Seth is hot and determined. "Don't pull out. I want you inside." He forces a relaxation, breathes and takes more. And yes. It works. The head is now slammed against his nut. The pleasure shoots up Seth's spine and his cock regains all of its lost rigidity. "Right there, Stud. Right there. Harder."

The athletic joining of two young guys continues. Groans. Moans. And the one-word calls of passion, enjoyed, but wanting more and more: "Yes. There. Harder. Deeper. Stud. Babe. Surfer. I'm fuckin' cummin'. So am I!"

They finish together. Seth starts and the automatic squeeze of his ring pulls Giorgio over with him.

Suddenly, as though a light switch has been flipped, there is silence and no motion. Giorgio smiles the contentedness of another simultaneous orgasm--one he has produced this time. He falls to the side, holding himself hard inside, embracing Seth with the strength of a wrestler on a mat. They doze as the darkness fills Seth's bedroom.

Later, Seth confirms the invitation to be apartment mates next year. And Giorgio accepts. And they begin to discuss how they might even pull off the summer semester at Cal Poly. The thought of being away from each other for the entire summer seems impossible.

The Spring Solstice has indeed been fulfilled. New beginnings. New adventures. New loves. Just what the Solstice Parade in Santa Barbara is all about. (See you there?)

BD

Author: I know I'll get comments about the lack of TBC above. This four-chapter story was created a long time ago, and sat in my computer, unfinished. I tried and tried to come up with a definitive HEA--which I know so many of you cherish. But, realistically, it's just too soon. I've left the story with promise--and such good stuff between the boys that both will be working to make more happen. Giorgio needs time to think and mature. Perhaps he can be spared from the restaurant and wine business for a summer. Maybe he can convince his Dad that the enology course at Cal Poly represents a commitment that he's planning to continue with the family businesses. And living together for a year may provide both of them with the obvious decision. Thanks. BD