Me and my boyfriend Joel were in his garage. It was the mid-afternoon, and overcast. The garage door was closed, and it was dark inside. We could still see clearly, but there was very little color in the garage. It was that degree of dark. His mom was home, and it was a good place to make out, and have some privacy. Her bedroom was right next to Joel's, and I always felt awkward when she was there, because I was certain she could hear us. It felt a little weird even when we were just hanging out. Things were a little safer in the garage.
Joel was sitting in a corner atop an overturned crate. And I was sitting in his lap having him passionately stick his tongue down my throat. I could feel his cock bulge through his shorts against my ass. I had to reposition, feeling my weight was hurting him.
It was during this reposition that Joel did something he had never done before. He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me even closer as he stuck his tongue as deep as he could down my throat. I let out a moan, and started to suck his tongue. He held me with his face against mine, before pulling away breathlessly.
"Baby," he said. "I need to fuck."
"But what aboutβ?" I asked, looking upward to the ceiling. His mother's bedroom was over the garage.
"I don't care," Joel said. "We're just going to have to be quiet. I need to. Slide off your shorts. Not off all the way, in case."
It was then that I realized he was serious. And that was fine by me. I was young, in love, and liked pleasing him. I just hoped that there were no 'in case' moments.
I responded by sliding my shorts down to my knees, and bending over gratuitously showing my ass. By then, Joel already had his cock out, and was stroking it. It looked quite bigger than usual.