“Where’s your mom?” asked Harper, walking into Cameron’s room. “She’s out for the night.” He said, closing the door; watching Harper sit on his bed. Cameron walked over and stood in front of him. “Harper…” He paused. “Can we have sex?” Harper blushed and looked quickly to his feet. “I’ve never…” he trailed off. Cameron knelt down in front of him. “I know. That’s why I’m asking. I want it to be alright with you.” Harper tensed as Cameron put his hand on his knee. “So…?” His hand slid up a little. “I’m… that’s… fine.” He said softly. “You don’t have to.” Cameron said. “Yeah I know. I’m saying yes.” Cameron smiled and got on top of him, on the bed. Harper looked up at him and put his hands on Cameron’s shoulders. He dropped his head and kissed Harper, forcing his tongue in. Cameron trailed his fingers down Harpers chest, stopping at his pants and un-doing his bullet-casing belt that Corin hated. He pulled down Harper’s jeans with zipper pockets. Harper sat up and pulled off Cameron’s shirt. He laughed. “What?” Harper looked up at him. “I didn’t think you’d even do anything back. That’s all.” He said as he pulled off Harper’s shirt. He looked down. “Nice boxers.” Harper blushed. “skulls. And why am I not surprised?” Cameron pulled them down, exposing Harper completely. Harper hesitated, then started to take off Cameron’s belt. He smiled. At least he’s not making me do all the work. He thought as Harper pulled off his pants. “And you make fun of my boxers?” he said. “Why do you have ‘yes’ all over them anyways?” Cameron laughed and pulled them off. “…’yes’, as in yes like someone would say as they were getting screwed.” Harper blushed. “yes… yes… yes… “ Cameron teased, stroking Harpers chest; drawing invisible circles around his nipples. “That tickles.” He complained. Cameron smiled. “Does this?” he licked Harpers nipples; he shuddered. “Don’t do that! That feels weird.” Cameron looked up. “You said that kissing felt weird too – yet you still let me do it.” Harper looked down. “Should I ask what you’re looking at?” Harper quickly looked up. “Pervert!” he said, looking around the room. “You have no idea.” Cameron leaned forward and pushed Harper down. Cameron began to massage Harper’s cock. He squeezed his eyes shut and tossed his head back as Cameron than began to suck on it. Cameron spat out the come onto the sheets. “Wont your mom…” Cameron put his fingers to his mouth. “I do my own laundry.” Harper laid down in front of Cameron, and put his hands on the inside of his thighs, spreading his legs. He barely managed to fit Cameron’s rooster inside his mouth. Cameron let himself come easily, when Harper wasn’t expecting it. His eyes widened and he quickly pulled away, coughing. “I swallowed..” he said, wiping his mouth. Cameron shrugged and spread Harper’s legs. He put his mouth to Harper, and put his tongue inside him. Harper cringed as Cameron swished it around. “That… don’t… it feels…” he stopped as Cameron laughed. “Your hard again.” He sucked him off. “Does this hurt?” Cameron stuck nee finger into Harper. “…no…” he said, looking at the ceiling. Cameron took his finger out, and placed his rooster there. He slipped it a little bit in, and watched Harpers eyes widen. He shrieked slightly. “What’re you---“ he sat up right, but Cameron shoved him back down. “Geeze. Relax. I’m not even in all the way.” Harper swallowed. “…not even?” he repeated. Cameron smiled and put his rooster in half way, watching Harper tense and try not to scream. “Damn. You’re tight. I’m only in half way.” Harper shut his eyes tight and gripped the sheets as Cameron laid into him all the way. “Damn. Relax! Feels like you’re about to cut me off you’re so tight.” Harper let out a breath. Cameron started to thrust into him; slow and soft at first, but became more rapid and hard. He put his hands on Harpers thighs to spread his legs wider, and pushed as hard as he could into him. Harper let out a scream. Cameron began to thrust again, as hard and fast as he could. Harper dug his nails into Cameron’s shoulders. Cameron laughed as the bed began to hit the wall. He stopped and pulled his rooster out. Harper curled up and put his hands protectively to where Cameron had fuucked him. Cameron trailed his finger down Harper’s back; He then turned him over and laid into him from behind. He shrieked, gripping the pillows. Cameron began to thrust again so hard the bed was hitting the wall again. “S…stop!” Cameron kept going. “Cameron! Seriously! Stop!” Cameron got that he wasn’t joking, and stopped. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Harper curled up and nodded; tears coming to his eyes. “It hurts a lot..” he said weakly. Cameron moved some hair from his eyes. “Thanks. It’s… been a while.” Harper nodded, but didn’t say anything back.