The Secret Deal and the Boy Next Door

I was 13 years old, straight A's in school, high test scores, never missed an assignment. The boy that lived next door wasn't quite so academically inclined. He was good at skateboarding though, all day he'd practice on that skateboard flipping it, jumping with it but spent hardly any time doing homework. We went to the same school, my parents and his parents decided I could to tutor him but it was hard. He had the attention span of a 2 year old. However, he did start to care about at least passing his classes so he'd go for grades like high D's and low C's and he had to struggle for that.

He may not have been very good at school but he was popular there, he was social and I'd add that he was cute. I had a crush on him. Yeah, I was a gifted 13 year old and an "in the closet" gay. His cuteness is the reason, I could put up with tutoring him despite his poor memory and only being able to hold his attention for about 45 seconds at a time. One day he came to me begging that I write him a paper because if he didn't turn in this assignment his grade would drop from C- to failing. He was set to have his first ever report card of middle school with no F's but only if he was able to pull off a passing grade in History.

The assignment was due the next morning and while I was good, I wasn't that good to write a paper overnight. However, I had wrote a paper for the same teacher that had yet to be turned in. I had an A+ in that class and all of the extra credit. The teacher was also likely to give me more time to turn in my paper because of my reputation but even if she didn't I'd still pass the class.


I told him about the paper that I wrote, that the teacher had not seen it yet, that all he'd have to do was put his name on it, change a few things and print it. I could give him the flash drive and he could take it home, make a few changes to the paper like put his name on and rewrite some of it to make it more realistic that he wrote it. I wouldn't do this without a price. He offered me his skater stickers. They were kind of cool but I didn't want those. He offered me his new T shirt, it was a skater brand. It was a stylish shirt but not my style. He reached in his pocket and took about 9 dollars and some change, he offered me that. I didn't want it. I took a deep breath hoping for what I was about to ask for not to backfire but I asked what I really wanted.

"I'm not gay but - I'll give you it if you show me your um -" and my voice dropped down even lower, I pointed at his crotch and I finished "your um, private parts."

 He responded as one would expect an 8th grader to respond shock, disgust "my what?" I bravely repeated myself and I got back more shock and disgust. I was worried, I guess he wasn't as desperate as I thought and it blew up in my face.

I thought I'd hear about it from him at school and probably be teased mercilessly. Instead around an hour or so later he came back, "I'll do it." he said. He put his conditions down only 10 seconds he would show. "Wow" I thought 10 seconds was actually a lot of time.

We locked the door to my bedroom and he began undoing his belt and unbuckled his jeans. To my surprise he let them fall to the floor. Under the jeans rather than just underwear he was wearing two layers. A pair of basketball shorts and boxers. He held down the shorts and underwear and exposed himself and he began to count. He was fair in his count, it wasn't too fast as one might expect. He counted like this; 1, a short pause, 2 a short pause and so on.

The goods: dark brown, curly pubic hair growing wild, he also had hair on his wrinkly scrotum. One ball hung lower than the other. His penis was about 4 inches not erect, he was circumcised. The head of it, prominent like a mushroom. It hung to the left.

He got to 10 and didn't give me a second more of looking. I asked if he'd ever tell and he comically replied "Hellllll no". I gave him the flash drive because I felt that he would change some of the paper to reflect his writing style. He didn't but not only that he forgot to even change my name. He just printed it and somehow missed that my name was still on it so he showed me his dick and through no fault of my own I still got credit. He knew that he had messed up and thanked me anyway. We never mentioned the price that he had to pay, he certainly couldn't have taken it back.... like he could have with the money, stickers or t-shirt because I burned the image of his private parts into my mind.

 I never got to see his parts again but I knew what they looked like and thought of it whenever I talked to him. As for him he did eventually get that no F report card that he wanted.

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