Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2011 23:01:02 -0400 (EDT)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: proof reader nephew

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reading now and leave this page.  Also, if you are younger than 18 yo leave
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area read no further.  Story is the sole property of the author and you may
not copy, print, reproduce or distribute in any way, shape or form without
the authors permission.

The following is a true story that happened between me and the nephew of my
husband.  I'd been writing stories for Nifty for a few months and on the
advice of several readers, I put some thought into turning one such series
into a graphic novel.  I had been with my now husband for about 15 years,
and had watched his nieces and nephew grow from small kids to teenagers.
The main focus of my attention was his nephew Cruz.  When I first met him,
we took to each other quickly and became fast friends.  When this story
takes place he was a vivacious 17 year old, who had filled out nicely.  It
was summer break for him, and as usual, would find any reason to come
visit, even though they only lived minutes from his uncle and I, he always
made it seem like it'd been years since he had seen us last.

He was always dying to tell me of his latest girlfriend or other
fascinating event that had happened since our last visit.  Without fail,
when we'd arrive at his home, and I had made my obligatory hello's to the
adults who could have cared less about me, Cruz would drag me to his room
where we'd lay on his bed and play video games.  The door was always left
open, at my request, but there still seemed to be a good amount of
"accidental" touching going on.

So the summer of his 17th year, Cruz needed a job, I so happened to have an
entry level position available at the company I managed so I offed him the
job.  He was so excited that he must have hugged and thanked me one hundred
times, again I am not complaining, feeling his viral young Latino body
pressed against mine was heaven.  Well needless to say he was hired.  The
job was for lack of a better term my assistant.  He would run errands,
answer the phone and basically run my office.  His first day he arrived
dressed to impress.

Cruz and I became closer during his tenure in my employ, and even carpooled
with me, as he'd wrecked his car.  His work with me and our carpooling
allowed us many opportunities to talk.  During one of these talks it
slipped out that I was writing what I hoped to be a novel.  He pressed me
for details, which I kept sketchy at first, but finally admitted that it
was a graphic novel about a vampire.  Cruz became excited as vampires were
one of his (our) shared interests.  He began to beg me to allow him to read
it, but I declined always.  Then one night on the way home, he asked again
if I'd just let him read one chapter.

"Cruz, buddy, I am not comfortable letting you read it.  It's very detailed
and graphic in a sexual way."

"Fine," he stated, "I'll wait till it's published and then you can't stop
me from reading it."  He seemed rather angry, so I reluctantly gave in and
said he could read it.  I told him to come over to the house on Saturday.
That we'd BBQ and when his uncle left for work, I'd let him read it, and
then take him home.  He said that'd me awesome and we left it at that.

The Friday before he was to come over, Cruz was busy preparing a speech I
was to give at a conference we were attending out of town the next week.
He came into my office while handing me the final speech said; "Do you have
anyone proof read your writing at home?"

I said no that I relied on spell check.  He then showed me the speech as I
had given it to him and was now marked with corrections by him (smart
little fucker) and the final draft he had prepared.  I was ashamed.  A
college graduate, business leader, having a speech graded by a soon to be
high school senior.

"Maybe you should let me be your proof reader."

I thought about it, and figured he had a point, but I was still a bit
miffed that he showed me up, so I called his bluff.  After closing my
office door, I told him of my nifty stories.  And to prepare him for what
he'd be reading tomorrow, I would print out one of the shorter stories and
let him proof it.  Printing out the first part of a vampire story I was
still submitting to nifty, I handed him the pages and had him go proof it.

Cruz returned about a half hour later, the copy brightly colored in red
corrections.  He walked around my desk and I spun to face him.

With a deep sigh he spoke; "Ok, so first it is a great story.  I really
liked it.  Second, you're right, it is dirty, but that's cool, I kinda
liked that part too."  I quickly stole a glance at his ever present bulge,
and it looked bigger.  "Have you already submitted this for publication?"
I said I had, and he continued; "well, here look."  He pointed out spelling
was ok as was some of the grammar, but he quickly pointed out conflicts in
point of view and subject.

I looked over what he'd done and lay back in my chair, while he sat on my
desk.  "So you're ok with the subject matter," I asked him.  He said that
at first it was like whoa, but then added that it wasn't over the top and
that he could actually imagine it happening.  I thought about it for a bit,
and agreed that we'd try it out and see how it goes.  He stood up and gave
me a big hug.  On the way home that night, he brought up a few points about
the story he'd read and questioned me how these points would be worked out
in future chapters.  I have to admit, he was good.

I told my husband about the plan to BBQ and have Cruz come over, on the
pretense that he was going to help with one of my fish tanks, both Cruz and
I are avid fish tank guys.  My husband then called his sister in law and
made arrangement for Cruz to just spend the night.

 Saturday came, Cruz arrived and while I cooked, Cruz got busy cleaning my
150 gal tank.  Right before dinner, Cruz showered and changed into a loose
t shirt and baggy PJ pants.  Not long after dinner my husband left for
work, and Cruz said it's time to go to work.  I laid out what I had
completed so far, about 300 pages in all.  Cruz lay back on the couch and
began proofing.  I sat on the end of the same couch working on parts
needing revision.  Cruz stretched out and lay his feet on my thigh. I
looked over at him and could clearly see the outline of his cock.  I
returned to my work with Cruz interrupting me every so often with a
question.  After a bit, I noticed that he was trying to pull his t shirt
over his crotch, in an attempt to hide his hardening cock.  I chuckled,
which brought a fast reply from Cruz.

"What' so funny?"  He demanded.

"You," I replied, "trying to cover up, I'm sorry".  Going back to my
laptop.

Exasperated, Cruz set the binder on the floor and reached for his soda.
"No, I', sorry, I didn't mean to snap like that.  It's just this damn this
story is, well turning me on."

"Well that's the main idea, to turn you on.  Well, maybe not 'you' in
particular, but the reader."

"Well," Cruz said, "it works.  I'm reading it and it has turned me on.  Big
time."  He rolled his eyes and tried to not look at me.  I took the
opportunity and check him out.  His cock was throbbing in his Pj pants!

I put my laptop down and looked at Cruz.  "Hey, look.  Try to understand
that's a normal reaction," pointing at his boner.  "It's bound to happen
while we work on this subject.  All I can say is let it happen and don't
worry about it.  If you're nervous I might see it, well too late, already
have.  Nervous that I might want to stare at it," and I leaned closer, my
face about a foot from his crotch, "too late I'm already staring at it.
Nervous I might get turned on seeing it," I stood up showing the tent in my
sweats.  Too late, already am.  Cruz was laughing at me and my sarcastic
voice.  "So you popped a bone, big fucking deal, so did I.  Do you see me
freaking out over it?"  I lend down over him real fast, keeping my body at
arm's length, "worried I might try something, like kiss you or grab you?
Sorry Cruz, that's not my style."  Cruz, reached up and patted my face with
his hand.

"You do know you are crazy, right?"

"Certifiable" I rose up and went back to sit on the couch, on purpose a bit
closer to him.  He raised his feet to let me sit and promptly set his feet
in my lap, only this time he braced them on the opposite thigh.  "OK?  I
mean do you think you can relax now?"  Cruz was still laughing but nodded
yes.

"The more I think about it, the sillier it seems.  I mean if there was a
girl here with big tits, I'd be looking at them, right?"

"Right," I laughed, "so the same thinking goes for me.  If there's a good
looking guy with a nice cock, um nice hard cock excuse me, than I'm gonna
look right?"

"Right," Cruz said nodding his head.

"So no more freak outs and sneaky attempts to hide it?"  I asked.

"Nope," Cruz smile, "I'm cool, way over it." He then pulled his shirt back
up a bit exposing his swollen crotch.

We continued working for a couple hours, Cruz's feet becoming a distraction
in my lap, but I tried to put it out of my head.  I decided I needed a
stretch and said he might want to stretch too.  I extended my hand and
helped pull him to his feet. "Let's get a beer come on," and motioned him
to follow.  Boner leading his way, Cruz followed me into the kitchen and
leaned back against the counter.  It was hard not to look at the big tent
in his pants so I gave up trying.  We talked about the story so far and
what he liked and didn't like.  Cruz kept leading the conversation around
to the sex parts.  It was soon obvious that he was indeed turned on as the
growing wet spot where his cock head was pressed.

"How do you handle it while you're writing this, and you get so horny you
think you might explode?"  Cruz asked taking a swig from his beer.

"Well to be honest, I am usually alone, so if it becomes too big a problem,
I jack off.  Why, are you feeling you might explode?"  Cruz lowered his
head turning away from my gaze.  "Hey I thought we were done with the
embarrassed, nervous, try to hide it bull shit.

"We are," he admitted, "it's just it might become a problem."

"OK," I added, "so deal with it.  If you're not comfortable doing it on the
couch with me there, that's cool. There's the bedroom, the bathroom, I have
lube if you need it.  You know where the towels are, knock yourself out
bud."  Cruz chuckled a bit and then looking at me said:

"Really, just whip it out and jack off with you sitting there?"

"Well, I already know you're hard," I pointed at his tent.  "I know you're
horny because you just admitted it to me, and then there's that," pointing
at the very large wet spot.  "Only an idiot would not know what you're
going to do when you go to another room, so again, why hide it?  I'm not
demanding that you do it.  I'm just trying to get you to relax and not
worry about it, OK?"  Cruz nodded and then smiled.  We went back to the
living room and I sat down about where I had been.  Cruz lay down, putting
his feet back on the opposite thigh; his foot pressed slightly against my
hard on and then set about adjusting his boner.  We worked a few more hours
and then called it quits.  He ended up sleep on the couch and I in my bed.

Life went on the next week, and when Saturday rolled around it was a day
like every other, until Cruz showed up at our door.  Seems his mom was
holding a Avon party and he didn't want to be home with 20 or so squealing
women.  My husband called his mom and let her know Cruz was here and would
be spending the night.  When my husband left for work he told Cruz not to
sleep on the couch because it was not comfortable.  He told him to sleep in
the bed with me.

After his uncle left, Cruz changed into similar clothing as the last
Saturday, and we assumed similar positions on the couch.  It wasn't long
before Cruz was sporting a nice tent.  We worked for about two hours when
he had some questions.  I put my laptop away and to my surprise he turned
around and lay his head on my thigh, I assume so he could show me sections
he was talking about.  I was a bit lost as to what to do with my arm, and
finally gave up stressing and just set my hand on his chest.  The first
couple of sections were just plain dialogue, but the third dealt with a
rather steamy sex scene.  As we talked about it, it became clear that Cruz
was getting really horny.  His cock was visibly throbbing and the wet spot
was becoming very large.  I then realized that I'd begun gently rubbing
Cruz's chest between his pecs.  I froze and apologized for what I was
doing.

"Huh, what?"  Cruz said, lifting the manuscript and looking at my hand.
"No Problema, senor, felt kinda good."  I paused a second and then started
the message again.  Cruz was giving me some ideas on different words to
use, when he pushed my hand down a bit so he could scratch where I'd been
rubbing.  I didn't go back to that area, when he moved his hand, but stayed
where he had moved my hand to, which was over his defined abs.  At first, I
just rubbed like before, and then I changed to tracing the definition.
Finished with his questions, Cruz went on reading, but didn't move back
like before.

I didn't want to move, but I needed to piss badly.  I excused myself, and
Cruz sat up to let me move.  After I'd peed I returned and Cruz again sat
up and I returned to the couch.  Cruz laid right back down, his head in my
lap.  I rested my arm on the back of the couch, not wanting to cross a
line.  Cruz read a few more lines and them looked at my arm and up at me.
"You ok?"  He asked looking back at my arm.  I assured him I was just fine.
Cruz sighed and took my arm and placed my hand back on his abs albeit lower
than before.  Three of my fingers now lay across the waist band of his pj
pants.  "Now who's all freaked and nervous?"  Cruz said softly.  I remained
quiet, but began my rubbing and muscle tracing.

I was getting bolder, and stopped rubbing, "excuse me, but I have to see
something."  I gently lifted his t shirt and pulled it back up his chest.
"I want to see how defined your abs are.  Is that ok?"

"Sure, here," Cruz said as he rose up and took his shirt off, lying back
down.  His chest was very well defined with well-formed pecs, and a
beautiful six pac, which was partly covered with his pj pants.

"How far down does your six pac go," I asked, running my finger along the
top of the waistband.  Cruz put the manuscript down and using both hand
hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled it down to the base of his
cock, exposing his bush.

"Feel how rock hard that is," Cruz offered, "go ahead, it's cool, I don't
mind."  I let my hand slowly run down his abs, feeling the firmness.  I let
my hand continue down and felt the hair of his bush.  I looked down at his
face and his eyes were closed, a look of satisfaction on his face.  Cruz
reached into his pj pants and adjusted his cock.  When he took out his hand
it was covered in juice.  He reached for the manuscript but I asked him not
to get it dirty, motioning to his sticky hand.  Cruz smiled and said he was
sorry.

"UM," Cruz said looking up at me, "Um, you wanna help me out and handle
this," putting his hand on his crotch, while I read more?"  The hand on his
crotch began to stroke back and forth.

"Are you sure you want me too," I asked him.

"Yes," was all he said moving both hands from his crotch.  I allowed my
hand to continue down, over his pj pants sliding over his very hot cock,
which jumped at my touch.  I squeezed gently, and could feel it throb in my
grasp, Cruz moaned softly.  I turned on the couch just a bit to allow me to
bring my other hand up and begin rubbing his chest.  As I slid my hand in
his pants, finding his cock, I began to play with his nipples.  Cruz lifted
his hips and slid his pants down, kicking them off and spreading his legs.
I began to stoke his wet cock, watching his foreskin slide back and forth
over the head.  Cruz lifted a hand and touched my face.  "I'm not going to
be able to last very long."

I leaned down and kissed his forehead, "It's OK, just relax and let it
happen." I told him.  He was right, only after a few more strokes, he
raised his hips and groaned that he was going to cum.  Thick white ropes of
young Latino cum shot out of his cock and splashed all over his chest.  I
stroked faster, as he kept cuming.  Five, six, seven long strands of cum
left trails across his abs and chest.  His breathing was labored, and his
hands clutched at my face and chest as passion over took him.  His cock
began to soften as his orgasm slowly stopped.  His remaining cum oozed from
his cock, running down my hand.  He nuzzled his face against my abs and
breathed deep.

"MMM, oh fuck that was good, thank you," he said, his hand again stroking
my face.

"You are very welcome, and thank you for letting me help out."  I again
leaned over and kissed his head.  "Let me go get a cloth and clean you up."
Cruz let me up and I took a couple steps away, and then stopped.  "Fuck
that," I said, and turned back around and knelt beside him.  Cruz looked at
me and smiled.  I leaned down and began licking up the long trails of his
sweet young cum.  Cruz soon had his hands caressing my head as I continued
to clean his chest and abs.  I couldn't resist, and gently took first on
then the other nipple into my mouth.  Cruz just lay there moaning, enjoying
the feeling.  After cleaning his abs and chest, I began cleaning the cum
out of his bush and then began working on cleaning his cock.  Cruz guided
my head onto his cock.

"Yeah, go on suck my cock."  Cruz begged.  "I know you want to.  I know
you've wanted to for a long time.  If your good at it, you can suck it
anytime you want."

I sucked his cock, deep throating him, while I tugged on his slick balls.
I stopped sucking just long enough to lead him to the bedroom, where I laid
him down and then climbed between his legs and continued to suck.  Cruz was
in bliss, moaning my name, professing my skill, telling me the years he'd
dreamed of this while jacking off.  Telling me about the times on his bed,
playing video games and how horny he got just being with me.

I left his cock and began working on his balls, sucking first one and then
the other in my mouth.  This attention had his cock bouncing, a pool of
precum collecting on his abs.  I lifted his hips and began to lick my way
south, tracing his taint, and finally licking his hole.  When my tongue
licked his pucker, he cried out that he was going to cum again.  I went
right back to his cock and swallowed his entire length, his cum dumping
down my throat.  When he'd finished, I climbed over him and looked into his
eyes.  "you going to be ok with this?"  I asked.

"MMM, as long as you never stop sucking my cock." Cruz lifted his arms and
hung them around my neck.  "Are you going to be OK?"  I nodded yes.  Cruz
pulled his face to mine and after a moment's hesitation, kissed me very
passionately.  I rolled to his side, and his hands went right to my cock.
Cruz rolled on top of me and looking at me said; "Now, are you going to
teach me how to make you feel as good as you made me feel?"  He leaned down
and kissed me again.

What happened next is enough for a second part, so I'll save it for then.
Comments are always welcome, and I will try to respond to all.


OX

Jimmy