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The Mailing List 31

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[11-year-old Olivia’s annotation]: I have a parental control password that gives me unrestricted access to the boys’ diary entries. Boys, of course, need to be supervised, and they are not ready to be granted privacy, so I don’t feel guilty about reading their secret thoughts. It’s just part of looking after them. The boys are so naïve that they don’t even suspect it, and it’s better that way, because they feel free to write what’s on their minds, and I can more easily detect if there’s a problem they need to be helped with.

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From 13-year-old Zac’s Diary:

Nothing much came of my date with Zoey. I mean, the school dance was fun, and I mostly had a good time. We danced and everything! However, although Zoey is cute and I like her, there wasn’t really a lot of special spark between the two of us.

In the dance, she wanted to spend most of the time with her group of friends. That was a bit embarrassing, because they had all seen the video I helped them do for their school project. It was an instructional video about babysitting, and there were several scenes where I had to be naked.

All those kids had seen me naked in the video, and the thought made me very self-conscious, even though they weren’t mean about it, and I only got some very mild teasing.

Like, that girl, Dora, who, when we were introduced, told me “It’s nice to see you again, Zac.” Of course, we had never met in person before, and the way she grinned at me made me think that she was referring to seeing me in the video. Completely naked.

But nothing more than things of that sort. They were a pleasant crowd of kids, and they were not out to embarrass me. The ones in Zoey’s group thanked me, because they had got an A for the video. Oh well, glad that at least something good came out of it, I guess.

So, it wasn’t very much like a date. More like a group of friends at a dance. I was quickly accepted in the group and I got to joke around with them and had a good time.

But when she invited me I had thought that Zoey might be interested in me as a boyfriend, but I think she’s not into that yet, and she invited me as a friend. Which is OK, I guess.

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From 13-year-old Zac’s Diary:

Even though the date with Zoey turned out not to be a real date, just a week later there is some news in the romantic department, dear diary. (Ha ha, I have always find it funny that people say “dear diary” to their diaries.)

So let’s start at the beginning...

My friend Benji invited me to spend the weekend with him, sleepover included. He was going to the amusement park on Saturday, and he was allowed to invite a friend. I was thrilled. At home, Lucy is becoming really bossy, and Mom and Dad are completely taken in by her 'responsible young lady' act.

I don’t like my 10–year-old sister bossing me around all the time, but it’s come to that. Mom told me clearly that she is in charge of me, and that she was becoming a “young lady who wants to take more responsibility and help around the house”.

“But mom,” I said, “she’s only 10. How about me? Am I not a responsible young man? I’m 13!”

She laughed as if I had told a joke, and then she hugged me.

“Oh, Zac,” she said. “You may be 13, but a responsible young man is not how anyone would describe you. You are more of a naughty little scamp. My favorite little scamp, though.”

“Aww, mom,” I complained good-naturedly as she kissed me and ruffled my hair.

“And you listen to your sister,” she told me, lightly tapping the tip of my nose with her finger. “She has my permission to spank you if you really earn it, and I don’t think you want that to happen. So make sure you mind her.”

And that’s it. I can’t believe mom thinks it’s normal for a 10-year-old girl to be allowed to spank her 13-year-old brother. I mean, I’m 13, not 8 like Gabe. I know Lucy has spanked Gabe. On his bare bottom, too. But it’s completely different, because Gabe is really a little kid, and I’m much, much older.

But my family still thinks of me as a kid. Sigh. And, even though Lucy has not spanked me... Well, not a real spanking, no more than the odd smack to my bottom... she still has taken over my baths. Yep, she’s the one who bathes me every night. Part of her “responsible young lady” duties.

It feels weird to be naked in front of my little sister, but I guess it’s not like it’s the first time I have been naked in front of girls. Even younger girls.

Lucy takes it very seriously and doesn’t laugh at me or anything, but she looks so smug when I get naked in front of her, or when she washes my peenie and my bottom...

Why does everybody assume that boys are not able to bathe themselves properly if left on their own? It’s silly. I’m sure I’m perfectly capable, but mom says boys and hygiene are uneasy companions, whatever that means.

Anyway, I was glad to spend the weekend with Benji.

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From 13-year-old Zac’s Diary:

Now that I have been here for a full day, I have been comparing Benji’s relationship with his little sister Ollie with my own relationship with Lucy.

On the surface, you might think they are kind of similar. Lucy, like it or not, has been given authority over me. She gets to bathe me and see me naked... Well, so does Ollie. She bathes Benji every day and she certainly has authority over him.

However, it’s not really the same kind of authority.

In the end, Lucy has authority because our parents support her. Benji’s mom also supports Ollie, but she doesn’t really need that to have authority. She just has a kind of natural authority...

I see it in the way she interacts with Benji. Benji is older, and a bit taller than her, but no one who sees them together would doubt who is in charge. Ollie is just naturally at the center of everything, and Benji follows her around like a little puppy.

There’s no tension and pushback between them like between Lucy and me. No power games. Ollie is not out to prove she is in charge. She knows she is. And so does Benji. You notice how he instinctively defers and looks up to her. A couple of times he has told me “Ollie says...”, sounding like a little kid telling his friend “my daddy says...”, as if he thinks that’s the final word, the indisputable reference.

And Ollie is kind to him, as one is kind to a much younger sibling. Like me and the twins, maybe. She has little affectionate, reassuring gestures with him, like touching his cheek or his hair, or lightly tickling him.

Anyway, Ollie made us do our homework, and supervised us. Then Benji and I played some computer games, and after that Benji’s girlfriend Hannah arrived, and we all played some party and board games.

I had fun, we played Twister, and a game where we had to guess a concept that one of the others had to explain without speaking or making letters shapes, just acting and with gestures, and a board game where we had to find out who the murderer was.

Hannah and Benji were cute together. You can see they like each other.

Then Hannah had to leave, and Ollie announced it was time for our bath.

I had been kind of looking forward to this sleepover and being able to take showers on my own, escaping from my sister’s supervision, but that sure didn’t turn out how I had expected.

I asked Benji if he’d go first.

“No, I’m bathing both of you boys together, to save time,” Ollie said.

“Eh... ahh... that’s OK, I can take a shower afterwards,” I said.

“Good try, Zac, but no chance of that,” Ollie said, smiling as if I had told a joke. “I know very well what a bad job boys do when they are in charge of washing themselves. Besides, at home your sister Lucy bathes you, doesn’t she? Well, here I’ll do it for you. It’s no trouble, because I have to bathe Benji anyway, and there’s room for two boys in our tub.”

I blushed bright red at that. How did she know that Lucy bathed me? Had she spoken with my sister and she had told her? How embarrassing!

“Oh... but... but...”

Benji just grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the bathroom, while Ollie told us she was going to get a towel for me.

“Come on, Zac,” Benji told me. “No use arguing. Ollie makes the rules. It’s OK. She won’t tease you or anything.”

“But it’s embarrassing,” I whispered to him, letting him drag me along.

“Yeah, kind of, I guess,” Benji agreed. “But, you know, Ollie ‘s in charge here, and this is just part of that. It’s not such a big deal. She’s used to bathing boys, anyway. When she babysits, she bathes boys even older than us... And if you at home... I mean, is it true that Lucy bathes you?”

“Yeah, kinda,” I admitted, blushing. “But she only started recently and it’s embarrassing. I mean, I’ve always been her older brother, and now she’s acting like I’m a little boy, and seeing me naked.”

“Well, I guess I’m older than Ollie too,” he said, “but it’s different, ‘cause with her I’ve never felt like the older brother. It’s always felt like she’s older. Or more mature, I guess. You know how they say girls mature faster.”

Ollie arrived with my towel then, and took a look at us.

“What are you boys doing still dressed? Come on, clothes off!” she said.

Benji started obeying, and, after a bit of hesitation, I followed suit.

She filled the bath while we undressed. Benji got down to his briefs and then pulled them down, getting completely naked.

I had taken off my shirt and socks, and was still fumbling with my jeans buttons.

“Here, let me,” she said brightly. “No need to be embarrassed, Zac,” she added as she unfastened my jeans and pulled them down. “It’s normal for girls to look after boys. Come on, step out of them.”

I did, blushing, and her hands went to the waistband of my briefs. I moved my hands to stop hers.

“Zachary, look at me,” she said.

She made me look into her eyes.

“It’s OK, kiddo,” she told me. “You are safe here, and I’m going to take good care of you.”

It was as if she had hypnotized me. I offered no more resistance as she pulled down my briefs and took them off completely. She took me hand and led me to the bathtub. Benji was already inside, sitting in the water.

Ollie helped me step in in front of Benji. I looked down and suddenly realized that my peenie had gone stiff. I gasped and tried to cover myself.

She gently removed my hands from there.

“It’s fine, Zac. That doesn’t matter,” she told me gently, as one might speak to a frightened animal. “Sit down here.”

My heart was beating fast and I was glad that my back was to Benji, so that he could not see my peenie. Ollie, of course, could see it, but I looked at her and her expression was so kind that suddenly I felt better, even though my peenie got stiffer.

I sat down, eager to let the water cover me, even though it was transparent, with no soap yet.

Ollie got our top parts wet with the handheld shower head, and then she poured shampoo on her hand and soaped my hair. She was gentler than Lucy, and it felt so good that I started to relax.

She soaped Benji’s hair too, and then did our chests and backs.

“Stand up, Benji,” she indicated.

Even though Benji was behind me, I looked to my left into the mirror and saw Ollie soaping him. She soaped his legs and had him raise his feet to soap them. Then she did mis midsection, rubbing the soap with her hands on his bottom and peenie.

She was thorough, washing between his buttocks and manipulating his peenie. At least it wasn’t stiff like mine was!

With a final pat on his bottom, she told him to sit.

Then it was my turn. Following her indications, I stood up.

My peenie was even harder than before. Why wouldn’t it go down? She smiled and winked at me but didn’t seem disconcerted. My legs and feet were soaped. I barely heard Benji complaining about soap getting in his eyes. She fussed with him. Then I had to put a hand on her shoulder to keep my balance when I raised one of my feet for her to soap.

Then she did my private parts. I could feel one of her hands rubbing my bottom, soaping every nook and cranny, while her other hand fondled my very stiff peenie.

I was breathing deeply, feeling as if I were on a cloud. It felt wonderful as she rubbed, and she seemed to take a long time.

Suddenly my peenie shook. I gasped and almost fell down. I had never felt something so intense and so wonderful. Thankfully she held me, and then gently helped me sit down.

Finally, she rinsed the top of us, made both of us stand as she emptied the tub, and finished rinsing us.

Still inside the tub, she dried Benji and put a towel around him before having him step out of the tub.

Then she dried me. I let her do, feeling dazed but happy. The times Lucy bathed me I had never felt anything like I had with Ollie.

“Good boy,” she told me, as she finished drying me and putting my towel around me. “Step out now. On the rug.”

She took Benji’s towel from around him, and dried him a bit more.

“To your bedroom, and into your pajamas,” she instructed, sending him on his way with a friendly pat on his bare bottom.”

Benji ran along, and it was my turn to have my towel taken from around me, and used to dry me some more.

When she was done, I’m not sure what got into me, but I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Thank you,” I said.

She grinned and told me to go into Benji’s bedroom and get into my pajamas too. I also got a pat on my bare bottom to send me on my way.

I ran towards the bedroom and found Benji already half dressed.

“It wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked.

“Eh... no, I guess not,” I said, wondering if he had noticed what had happened with my peenie while Ollie was washing it, but if he had he said nothing about it.

“It’s kinda embarrassing, but I suppose it’s not so bad,” he said. “I guess it’s the same when Lucy bathes you.”

I nodded, but it wasn’t. Not for me, at least.

I mean, I can see the similarities. Lucy and Ollie, they are both bossy. But in a very different way. Lucy is bossy and says she’s just being responsible and helping mom, but you get the feeling that she likes to get one over me. Ollie is bossy ‘cause... it’s natural for her to be bossy. Like, it’s natural for grownups to boss kids around, but not in a mean way. I don’t know how to explain it better. It’s just... natural.

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[Olivia’s annotation, not visible to Zac]: No, Benji was not aware that Zac had had an orgasm while I washed his penis. Some soap had got into Benji’s eyes and, even though I rinsed his face for him, he was keeping his eyes well closed so that they wouldn’t sting.

I took advantage of that to wash Zac’s private parts particularly thoroughly. Well, private parts in a manner of speaking. No part of a boy’s body is actually private.

But, private or not, Zac’s body is very nice. He is athletic and cute. And the way he reacted when I stripped him, and later when I was washing him. He got really hard!

Of course, I have seen and handled plenty of boy’s penises, and I know they sometimes do that, without the boy being able to control it.

Zac started being quite nervous and embarrassed, trying to interfere with my undressing him, but then something seemed to change in his mind, and he got quite compliant and submissive, although his peenie didn’t get any softer.

I have to confess I quite enjoyed guiding him, and seeing and touching his naked body.

I like the way boys look when they are naked, and I like bathing them and touching their bodies, but I don’t think I have ever felt like this when bathing a boy. He was so responsive, so hard down there, with his penis throbbing as I manipulated it.

I admit that I took advantage of the fact that Benji had his eyes closed to wash Zac’s boy parts more thoroughly than I usually would wash a boy’s penis.

It was fascinating the way his erection hummed in my hand as I rubbed it up and down. I I knew well what I was doing to him, but it felt right to continue. I explored his bottom with one hand while I gently masturbated his penis with the other.

When he ejaculated, I covered the tip of his penis with my hand so that it would not splash. Then I finished washing him.

He was breathing deeply, and he seemed dazzled, but relaxed and happy.

Later, when I was drying him, he kissed my cheek and thanked me. He is so sweet!

Zac wrote that Benji follows me around like a little puppy, and I think there is some of that. Boys are very gregarious creatures. Once they accept your authority, they tend to be very submissive and eager to please. Puericil plays a role in that, of course, but Puericil only brings out that side of them. They do like someone to be in charge of them. It makes them feel safe.

Anyway, if Zac thought Benji follows me around like a puppy, he should have seen himself that evening after his bath. He sure did follow me around, eager for approval, and he was quick to obey when I gave him an instruction. Whenever I praised him, he beamed. He is such a cutie!

The following day, when it was time to bathe the boys, I decided to bathe them separately, with the excuse that they had splashed some water out of the tub when I bathed them together, and, since we had time, it was easier not to make a mess when it’s only one boy.

The truth is that I wanted to take my time to wash Zac however I wished, without having to rely for privacy on any soap getting into poor Benji’s eyes.

So that’s what I did. I bathed Benji first. Then I took Zac’s into the bathroom.

This time I undressed him from the start.

“I know that if I leave you to strip down you may take all day,” I teased him gently.

He giggled, and I tickled him a little, because I like to see him giggling and squirming.

When I grabbed the waistband of his briefs to pull them down, this time he did not resist, and just let me do. I pulled down his briefs slowly, enjoying the process of exposing his genitals to my gaze.

He seemed bashful, and he covered his penis with his hands. But his eyes caught mine as he did so, and I just shook my head no. He just lowered his gaze and dropped his hands. His peenie was erect again.

“Good boy,” I approved, kissing his cheek. “Come on,” I added, guiding him towards the tub I had just filled, “into the water with you.”

I patted his bottom as he got in, because who can resist patting his cute behind.

I bathed him slowly and thoroughly, enjoying every step of the process. We chatted about sports, and books and movies, and he soon relaxed. Except when it was time for him to stand up and have his midsection washed, when he remembered his modesty and got a little tense again, instinctively trying to turn away from me, which was impractical standing in the tub like that.

This was charming, but did not keep me from thoroughly washing him, relishing the feeling of holding his stiff peenie in my hands, while rubbing his bottom. Then I started sliding my hand up and down along his penis, ostensibly washing it, but also stimulating it on purpose.

It got more rigid, and he started breathing deeply. I could notice his heart beating faster. I did not hurry, but I didn’t stop either. I could tell when he started getting closer because his erection started to give little shakes. I would slow down a bit, to try to make it last a bit longer, but inevitably it happened. His peenie shook and some liquid came out, lost in the soap foam.

"Good boy,” I said again, sighing.

Don’t take me wrong, I enjoy bathing boys, but it had never affected me this way, not with any other boy.

When I finished drying him and got him out of the tub, I dressed him myself in his pajamas, which I had brought in from the bedroom before his bath.

Once I finished, he looked at me and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

“Thank you,” he said, sweetly. Then he blushed and looked away, and did some hemming and hawing. “Ollie...” he added, “would you... I mean... would you like to... ah... I mean... go to see a movie with me sometime... in the theater... ah... I mean... like... on a date?”

I smiled, surprised that he had found the courage to ask. But I knew what I wanted to answer.

“I think I might like that, Zac,” I told him thoughtfully. “But, before we go making any plans, there’s something you need to understand... Any relationship between us would be female-led. That means that I would be in charge, whenever we are together. I would of course always listen to you, but the final word would always be mine. Do you understand that? And would you like to go on a date even so?”

He blushed and nodded.

“I understand that. And I guess... I guess it couldn’t be any other way. I mean, I don’t mind, and...” he giggled, “well, I’m not saying that you’re bossy or anything, but it would just feel weird if you weren’t the one in charge.”

I giggled too. “Are you sure you aren’t saying I’m bossy?” I asked mock-sternly.

“Well... maybe you are, just a little bit,” he grinned more now that he saw I was finding it funny too, “but only ‘cause you always know what to do, and you are self-confident. And I like that. I... ah... I mean... I think it’s hot... I think you’re hot, in general, and I don’t want you to be any different.”

He was so sweet I had to kiss him, this time on the lips, although it was just a chaste kiss, not one of those yucky French kisses.

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From 13-year-old Zac’s Diary:

Yay, she said yes! I asked, and she said yes!!

(The End)