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  Sebastian leaned down and kissed Caleb, who accepted Sebastian’s tongue in his mouth as he probed Sebastian’s mouth in turn. When they broke off for a moment, Sebastian picked up where they left off. “I vaguely recall the time in the garage where you contemplated using motor oil to grease your dick before you fucked me.”

  “I only thought about it for one second. One second! Luckily we had suntan lotion in my truck.”

  “Yeah. Climb On! Mineral Sunscreen sure was appropriate.”

  Caleb laughed. “Your dick is inches from my mouth, and you’re cracking jokes.”

  “Isn’t that what you love about me?” asked Sebastian.

  Caleb kissed Sebastian’s dick and tongued the head some more before Caleb placed his hands on Sebastian’s ass cheeks and spread them apart. “One of them. Not the only thing. Where’s the Crisco?”

  Sebastian grabbed some shortening from the can and put some on Caleb’s hand. When Caleb inserted part of his finger in Sebastian, Sebastian arched his back in response to the entry. Caleb took his finger and spread the Crisco around Sebastian’s anal ring as he went deeper with his middle finger into Sebastian. Caleb heard sighs from Sebastian as he moved his finger in and out of Sebastian. Sebastian moved forward and kissed Caleb as Caleb went deeper with the middle finger. Soon, Caleb inserted his index finger, pairing it with his middle finger.

  “Ugh,” moaned Sebastian who sat up a little.

  Caleb saw some pre-come drool from Sebastian. “Feed me that,” ordered Caleb. When Sebastian took the small liquid from the tip, he fed it to Caleb who opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. “Yum. Tasty, not a lot of salt.”

  Caleb combined his ring finger with the other two fingers, and Sebastian moaned more. Sebastian arched his back and grabbed a dishtowel near the sink and threw it next to Caleb. He held out his arms, one palm down on the countertop where the dishwasher sat, another one on top of the bar. He lifted himself off Caleb’s fingers and positioned himself over Caleb’s long, girthy cock.

  Caleb pinched Sebastian’s nipples as he felt Sebastian’s ass ring greet his cock head. Sebastian moaned. “Shit.” Sebastian bit his lip and tried to take in more of Caleb’s cock. Caleb felt the constriction of Sebastian’s sphincter fighting the top of his dick. “Come on, baby, take your time.” Sebastian rocked his knees, back and forth and then folded them and in doing so, Caleb knew his dick went past the sphincter and knew part of his length was in Sebastian, who squirmed to take more. Caleb reached in there to see how much Sebastian had taken. “You’ve got half of me.”

  “I know. It’s not easy taking this horse cock of yours,” whispered Sebastian, his face contorted in pain as he tried to take in more of Caleb. “But God, it feels so good when you’re all the way in.”

  “Come here and kiss me.”

  Sebastian moved forward, careful not to disengage from Caleb’s dick as he kissed Caleb. Caleb, in turn, held Sebastian’s face and wiped the tears that appeared on the edge of both Sebastian’s eyes. “Take your time and breathe baby.”

  “I know, but I want it so bad” whispered Sebastian.

  Sebastian moved his buttocks up to position better, and Caleb felt Sebastian clenching around his dick. “God, I love how you do that.”

  “I know you do.” Sebastian closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip as he moved his ass all the way down Caleb’s dick hitting the thick base of Caleb’s cock. “Fuck.”

  Caleb pinched Sebastian’s nipples hard and then watched as Sebastian rode slowly up and down his dick, jerking himself off as he slid up and down on Caleb’s cock. Sebastian gave out short gulps of air as rode Caleb’s penis faster. On every other stroke down, Sebastian ground his ass on Caleb’s dick. Sebastian continued to do this for the next few minutes as both Caleb and Sebastian groaned louder in lust. Eventually, Sebastian picked up the tempo and moved his buttocks and legs up and down.

  “Umm. This feels so good,” exclaimed Sebastian. “Do you like how I ride your cock?”

  “I love the way you ride it. You love it. I can tell.”

  “Oh, baby, it fills me so much and it hits the right spot every time. God I love your cock!”

  “Yeah? You like me inside you, don’t you?”

  “I love how you fill me up.” Sebastian raised his ass, almost completely off Caleb’s dick but left the head in. “If this isn’t heaven, I don’t know what is!”

  Caleb bit his bottom lip. Sebastian contorted his face. He knew that Sebastian’s expression meant only one thing. “Shit! I won’t be able to hold it back anymore!” Caleb grabbed Sebastian’s dick and jerked him off as he rode Caleb. He saw Sebastian’s mouth form an “O” and Sebastian briefly closed his eyes as he kept talking.

  “I want you to come inside me!”

  Caleb grunted. “Yeah? You want me, baby?”

  “Fuck yeah! I want all of you.” Sebastian moaned. “Your dick is all mine. Mine, fucking mine.”

  “Shit, I claim your ass as all mine.”

  Sebastian let out a moan. “I’m ready to come!” Sebastian arched his back violently as cum splattered on Caleb’s chin, chest, and belly.

  “Come for your daddy!” ordered Caleb.

  As Sebastian continued to jerk off, and Caleb watched the spurts turn to dribble, Caleb couldn’t hold it back anymore. Sebastian swiped his own cum that splattered and fed it to Caleb and then himself as Sebastian kept grinding his ass on Caleb’s dick. Caleb’s ball sac, now small and tight around his balls, was sensitive, and his balls, heavy as marbles, screamed for release. Caleb grunted, thrust his dick deep inside Sebastian and came, feeling Sebastian clench around his dick one more time as if Sebastian’s ass wanted to milk the orgasm out of Caleb. Sebastian spent by now, fell over, his face resting on Caleb’s chest as he panted. “Holy fuck.”

  Caleb tried to control his own breathing. “No argument there,” said Caleb. He slowly pulled out of Sebastian, his still hard cock flopping back on his stomach. As he pulled out, Sebastian moved off Caleb, and laid on his side while Caleb rolled and did the same so that they were both face to face scrunched up on the narrow linoleum floor, their backs up against cabinets. Sebastian moved and gazed at Caleb’s cock, greased with remnants of shortening. He saw some cum on Caleb’s dickhead. Sebastian took the dishrag next to Caleb and cleaned up Caleb’s dick. He then put Caleb’s dick in his mouth.

  Caleb appreciatively watched as Sebastian kissed Caleb’s dick and licked whatever remaining cum dribbled out of his cock as he caught Sebastian looking at him. It was a scene Sebastian had reenacted countless of times before since they’d first fucked in his garage after their third date.

  Sebastian moved back up to face Caleb. “Got it all.”

  “That was amazing.” Caleb slapped Sebastian’s ass to thank him.

  “Ouch. It’s had enough for tonight, I think.” Sebastian moved in and kissed Caleb on the lips, no tongue. “We should get up and shower again.”

  “Uh huh.” Caleb closed his eyes for a moment. A few seconds passed before Sebastian poked Caleb in the ribs. “Are you asleep?”

  “Nope. Just thinking.”

  “About what?”

  “I’m trying to figure out how long it would take us to get to Perkins in Deland.”

  “Why are you thinking that?” asked Sebastian.

  “That Crisco got me thinking. So now I have a craving for apple pie.” Caleb broke out in an uncontrolled laugh in which Sebastian also joined in.

  “Unbelievable,” added Sebastian who continued to chuckle.

  Chapter 5

  Caleb took out the towel he had stuffed in his old tennis shorts and wiped his brow. The temperatures were already hitting the mid-nineties and it wasn’t even July yet.

  “Want some water?” asked Sebastian.

  “Yeah, that would be awesome. I’ll get these last three boxes inside. Why don’t you just go in and rest away from this godawful heat.”

  “Sure you don’t need help?”

  “I can take care of it. Go on in.
” Caleb watched Sebastian go inside. As he turned to pick up the large box on the flatbed of his truck, he felt his phone vibrate.

  He saw Joan’s text. Where are you?

  Caleb texted back. At Sebastian’s.

  Can I swing by and talk?

  Caleb stared at the text and questioned why his sister would want to come by Sebastian’s place to talk, but he didn’t have a reason to say no. Sure. He texted the address and braced a large box against his shirtless chest. Before he got to the door, he heard a vehicle behind him and saw a Jeep with four or five women. They had driven around several minutes ago and seemed to be lost.

  Caleb saw Sebastian breaking down a box. “Hey, Joan wants to stop by.”

  “Oh, is she going to help unpack?”

  “I didn’t tell her I was moving in but guess she’ll find out now.” Caleb opened the box he carried to see what was inside. It was his gag box.

  “You ashamed of me?” asked Sebastian who said it with a smile in his voice.

  “Not at all. Come here and let me show you how I’m not ashamed of you.” Caleb moved close to Sebastian, and pulled out a water gun from the box he’d just opened and lunged for Sebastian, who darted between boxes.

  “Your sister’s coming soon!” shouted Sebastian, holding his arms and hands out as Caleb pointed the water gun. “Don’t spray me!”

  Caleb laughed. “There’s no water in here.”

  “You ass.”

  “Come here,” beckoned Caleb. Sebastian eyed Caleb warily. “I’m not going to do anything” offered Caleb. “Trust me.”

  Sebastian moved closer and Caleb grabbed him in a hug and kissed him, holding Sebastian’s face with one hand and rubbed a thumb on Sebastian’s cheek. He positioned Sebastian to be right in front of his joke box. They kissed for a moment until Caleb was able to secure what he wanted and then Caleb broke it off. “See? Nothing to worry about it.” As he spoke, Caleb took something he had in his hand and put it down the back of Sebastian’s shorts.

  “Shit! What is that?” Sebastian pulled it out from his shorts. “Fake dog poop?”

  Caleb turned red from laughter, amused by the indignation of Sebastian.

  “You’re horrible and just you wait and see.” Sebastian grabbed the water gun that Caleb had dropped earlier and walked to the kitchen. “I’m going to get you now.”

  Caleb fished into the box again and took out a water gun, Uzi-type and waved it. “Mine’s bigger than yours.”

  Sebastian shot back. “Mine’s going to have water, and yours won’t.”

  They both heard a knock on the door and Sebastian and Caleb looked at each other. “I guess Joan’s here already.”

  “Are you going to put on a shirt? You’re all sweaty.”

  “Seriously? This is my sister we’re talking about.” Caleb put down his water pistol as did Sebastian.

  Sebastian walked up to the door and opened it and Caleb saw Joan and his dad.

  “Hi, Sebastian. Remember me? We met very briefly that one night at the restaurant? This is my dad, Earl.”

  Sebastian shook both Joan and Earl’s hands before they stepped inside.

  “Hey, sis, Dad.” Caleb noticed that Joan wore her work polo as did their dad. Joan wore khaki shorts. She must own ten of them, thought Caleb. Dad wore Callaway golf shorts. But still they looked like they were going to work, or had come from the office.

  They normally were both off on Saturdays except right before race days.

  “Are you moving in?” asked Earl.

  “Yes. My lease was up pretty soon so I moved in with Sebastian.”

  Joan nodded. “Cool. Well, the good thing is you’re back in New Smyrna. My place is like five minutes’ drive from here.”

  And our parents’ home is also only five minutes, too.

  “Do you bike, Sebastian?” asked Joan.

  “I have. I don’t have one though.”

  Caleb moved close to Sebastian. “Joan’s got a few bikes. She’s a bit of a biking enthusiast. Got to be careful with her though, she’s very competitive.”

  “Well, since you guys are so close, we can bike together one of these days,” said Joan.

  “You still have boxes in your truck.” Earl studied the apartment for a moment as if he were counting how many boxes Caleb and Sebastian had brought in. “Yeah, I have a couple left.”

  “Well, let me help you, son. Let’s leave Joan and Sebastian for a moment.”

  “Okay.” Caleb followed his dad out, and walked the steps down to his truck. Two boxes filled with his shoes remained. One box just dedicated to all forms of running shoes, hiking boots, and outdoor footwear. Earl lifted one box and handed it to Caleb, and he balanced the other box on the side of the truck.

  “Garrison got an MRI after you left the hospital.”

  “Oh? I thought they didn’t know if they could schedule it so soon. And?”

  “They found some white lesions in the MRI and the organization had to be notified about it this morning.”

  “I know Garrison was complaining of some dizziness yesterday at the hospital. He’s going to be okay, right? Why didn’t he call me?”

  Earl’s head furrowed. “I don’t think he’s happy with the results. So he’s still in shock.”

  “Why? What’s wrong?”

  “Caleb, Garrison will be fine. He needs rest. The doctors assured us in a few weeks he should be normal.”

  “A few weeks?”

  Earl faced Caleb. “I’m here to ask you to race in the 400. We need you to race in the 400.”

  “What? You and I agreed that I shouldn’t. I mean to be honest, I had already resigned myself that my racing is done. I’m here with Sebastian!” Caleb raised his arm as he spoke pointing to the apartment he was now sharing with his boyfriend. “I’m doing what you asked of me and I agreed. Now you want me to go back to racing?”

  “Yes, son. I can’t hire another driver. Not one I trust, anyway. Cujo’s racing for another team.”

  Caleb shook his head. “You’d hire Cujo back after you and he had a fight?”

  “Son, the only reason I didn’t ask Cujo to stay or come back is because you seemed happy racing with us and you being around made your mom happy even though—’’

  “Even though she never wanted me to drive at all.”

  “Son, your mom and I knew you were gay probably at the age of three or four. Why do you think out of Garrison and Joan you were the only one we sent to private school growing up? We always wanted to protect you. We always wanted the best for you. If your mom had been healthy when you dropped out of school, she would have moved heaven and earth to get you back into it, but she wanted to spend as much time with me and all of us, just in case.”

  Caleb turned away from his dad and fought the feelings that surfaced from coming up. “Goddamn it,” he whispered. Tears formed in his eyes and his voice changed for a second.

  “Look at me, Caleb.”

  Caleb turned around and didn’t care to wipe the tears that streamed down on one side of his face.

  “I know things haven’t been right since Amanda, your mom, passed but damn it, I love you. I love you, Garrison, and Joan. I wish I were a better dad. I wish I’d connected emotionally better with you all when you three were growing up.”

  Caleb wiped the moisture from the left side of his face. “It’s not your fault, Dad. I know that now. I used to hold it against you that the only quality time we spent together was on the track but I realized that you raised us like your Pa raised you. Nothing would get you out of racing, not if meant putting food on the table. You wanted to make Youngblood Racing great. And we all wanted you it to be great, too. I wanted to make you proud of me and I thought you wanted me to race. Garrison and I even wanted to change the name to Youngblood Brothers Racing.”

  Earl grabbed Caleb’s arms and squeezed as he chuckled. “I know about the name change idea. But not in my lifetime. And I’ve always been proud of you, Garrison, and Joan. I thought and still think NASCAR’s not ready
for an openly gay stock car racer in the Sprint series. That’s me. Maybe I’m biased because I don’t want my boy raked through the mud and hated by some fans. Maybe someone else’s son, not mine. You know what I mean? I can’t see you getting hurt that way.”

  “And I don’t want to live in the closet, Dad. I love Sebastian and believe it or not, he may be the one for me.”

  Earl half-smiled. “Well, I guess we should go and spend time with him soon, maybe dinner tonight or something. So how about it? Will you race the 400? You’ve always wanted to race in a major Sprint series race.”

  Caleb smiled. “I’ll do you this solid, Dad.”

  Earl moved closer and threw one arm around Caleb. They started back toward the apartment when they both saw Sebastian and Joan step out and walk towards them.

  “You guys were out here a while so we thought you needed help.” Joan winked.

  The Jeep with the women drove by again, this time hooting and hollering as they came close to Caleb’s truck.

  “Know them?” asked Earl.

  “They’ve been driving around the block a couple of times, checking out Caleb,” shot Sebastian. “They probably wanted to know if he owns a shirt.”

  Caleb rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

  Sebastian grabbed the box from Earl and walked up the steps with Caleb and Joan’s father as Joan leaned in to whisper to Caleb. “I guess I was too drunk when I first met him. When I was leaving that restaurant because I didn’t notice how cute Sebastian is.”

  Caleb took the steps holding the box with both hands, turned part way to speak to her and whispered in turn. “He is cute. Very cute.”

  Joan smirked. “And he seems to make you very, very happy. And that, little brother, is all right by me.”

  * * * *

  “Shit! Shit! Fuck!”

  Sebastian leaned into Caleb and read over his shoulder. “What? What’s wrong?”

  “This fucking article Levi wrote has me slamming the whole NASCAR organization! That’s not what I said. You taped it, right? I said I was not going to be involved in racing anymore because a lot of fans have different ideas who and what a NASCAR driver is, should be and what he looks like. I never said that the organization was homophobic! Are you fucking kidding me?”