Don't Ask, Don't Tell

It wasn't the first time his thoughts drifted off while he was banging his girlfriend. Lisa just wasn't as appealing as she used to be. Sure, she was hot with long, blonde curls every girl in school seemed to be jealous off and big, blue eyes, but sex with her was a bit unsatisfying. Lately his thoughts turned to maybe an actress or porn star...some times they were men.
For the longest time Logan knew he was bisexual. What was the big fucking mystery behind sexuality? You know what you liked to fuck from the youngest age. Some like guys more than chicks. Usually he liked them both equally, though he had never had a gay experience outside of showering after gym and track or soccer practice.

Lately his thoughts had drifted from teammate shower experiences to his debate and American history teacher, Bennett Langley.

He was sexy, in that new strange geek-chic way. He had the sexiest pale grey eyes and a very cute, tight ass for a man of thirty-five. It was a pair of easier classes to sit in, he still had a British accent from his first fifteen years of life in Bristol, England.

Instead of long blonde curls, Lisa now had short, slightly spiked blond hair. He wasn't wearing his glasses, showing off those pale eyes even more as Logan pounded into him from behind.

“Oh, yeah, dirty like that! Hard!” Lisa commanded.

Why couldn't she just shut up for once he was enjoying his fantasy?

“I didn't think Principal Davis could turn any more purple than she was when you stormed out of her office,” Coach Amber Denning laughed and Bennett thrust into again. Damn, she always did this when they were in the middle of fucking. She did it to throw him off; he knew that. She was good at being a tease.

“What's the purpose of a grading system if you give all the athletes passing grades and the rest of the students be damned? Hell, they're not contributing to the school!”

Bennett withdrew his cock from her warm pussy and shoved it back in as hard as he could. She moaned and mewed in pleasure, he had made her cum. Her slick walls spasmming around his shaft, damn, he was good. He was close himself, but god he was so damn distracted. Why think about students in the middle of sex?

Especially that little nitwit Logan Garrison.

“What's wrong? Hmm?”

Amber rolled him over and slid down his body. She pulled the condom off with ease and filled her mouth with his cock. He was tight. Bennett had always been so uptight about everything. Though she was the women's track and volleyball coach she understood his pressure as a teacher. She always felt bad when she had to get one of her coworkers to change an “F” to a “D-.” On someone like Bennett who really cared about his job and tried to get students to pass in the first place, she could understand the moot feeling.

He was still wound to tight, he needed a girlfriend or a boyfriend to keep his mind elsewhere when he came home instead of stewing about shit for days. She looked up and was really disappointed at the way he stared at the ceiling.

“My brother still thinks you're cute.”

“Your brother is a bear into latex. Just thinking about it is a creepy and disturbing image. Thanks for the thought but I'll pass.”

Amber made a ring around his long shaft and twised each hand in opposite directions. He hissed with the pleasure and came all over her neck and tits.

“Benny, get laid. For real. You can't just rely on me every other month.”

Before leaving his place last night Amber mentioned she could talk to Coach Jack Wade about staying off of his back, but he declined that offer too. Wade wasn't going to get off his back if Davis wasn't supplying him with her pussy. Which he knew the principal tended to withhold whenever the Tigers lost at anything. Sometimes she was pissed when he lost at debate tournaments. Image of the school was everything to that woman. Bennett didn't care about track, football, or soccer, he cared about DC next year.

At seven, before he had even finished driving to school Logan Garrison's father had called him for the umpteenth time. Nothing could change Logan's grade. He had missed two debate competitions, the first one he had neglected to arrange for a trade so he could still get the credit in the next one, the second time he blew it off completely.

What was unfortunate, Logan had potential. He impressed Bennett all the time and was passing American history with flying colors. Too bad he was failing the debate class by a measly half-percent.

It really sucked to come in on a Saturday, but he hated to take homework home with him to grade. So he often found himself stuck at the seventh circle of hell for a day that should be one of freedom every so often.

He wanted to get final grades done then maybe call over Amber again if she wasn't busy.

Mr. Langley told the class he would be in his office on Saturday to finalize grades. Logan easily spotted his 2000 Honda Civic in the parking lot. Many teachers were there cramming just as students had done all week.

The school was quiet, eerie for Franklin High. He couldn't wait for the next two years to pass then he could get out of Ohio and leave it behind permanently. Though all of that was riding on passing debate. If he failed this class it would bring his GPA down enough he couldn't compete with the track team and wouldn't be able to attend practices for soccer.

There was a rumor, maybe not started by a student, but probably by the other teachers, that Langley was gay. Then there was also the gossip he was banging the stunning, redheaded volleyball coach. The butterflies in Logan's stomach hoped the former of the rumors were true.

Maybe he could possibly get both things he wanted, his first gay experience with a fairly hot guy and pass his class.

Before leaving he answered his E-mail, Barry had asked him out for drinks again. Bennett declined, bears were not his thing. Maybe Lewis would be home and he could come over and cuddle on the couch with a movie and glass of cabernet sauvignon.

It was hard being halfway in the closet and maintaining a presentable image. At his last school in Murray, Utah a male student found out he swung both ways (most people just called him a straight up fag) and the tension and harassment had forced him to leave. Damn Mormons.

This suburb of Columbus wasn’t that bad when it came to gay-straight tensions. Franklin’s computer tech teacher ran the GSA. Bennett avoided such things. Clubs like that stirred conservative parents who weren’t all that quiet when it came to gays teaching their kids. Lance had already had his car repainted twice and replaced three sets of tires.

There was a knock on his classroom door just as he turned off the lights. Through the marbled glass he could see it was a male student.

“I have already finalized grades the cut off for the extra credit was four o’clock!”

It was Logan Garrison. Shit.

“Mr. Garrison, I am sorry but the purpose of me having class is for you to show up and earn your grade. The debates were part of the class.”

Any hot-blooded creature would admit that the soccer player had a nice body and an attractive face. He had his dark hair styled like a skateboarder’s and his eyes were a piercing blue. At six feet he was about an inch taller than Bennett with well-earned muscle in his arms and legs. On the field he was an athletic god, a type Bennett hated to admit he was attracted to.

The athletic gods were usually more homophobic than a congregation of Southern Baptists and the gay ones were extremely pathetic. Bennett had dated a basketball player in college who was an eternal closet case. He didn’t have much room to judge himself, but they still had more to answer to when they looked in the mirror.

“I know and I wanted to find some way to make it up. Please, Professor Langley.”

The boy was blocking the doorway. He would surely follow him to his car and pester him the whole way. If he was lucky, Logan would stop at that.

“Logan, you have exhausted your options. If you had come and talked to me before the debate there would have been options. Now, please move.”

He took care to not inappropriately touch the boy to move him out of the way. Logan obliged and moved to the side allowing Bennett to lock the classroom door. On the way to his car in the near empty parking lot he kept suggesting extra credit ideas.

“Come on please Mr. Langley. Damn if you were a chick I’d sleep with you.”

The comment made him drop his keys as he was about to unlock his car. When Bennett looked up Logan was grinning.

It had been an offhand comment by his girlfriend that if Langley had been a chick he could have banged his teacher to get his grade up. Debate was supposed to have been an easy class but the bastard teacher had refused to work with him when it came to the last debate with Jefferson High corresponding with after school practice.

It would be easy to get something out of Langley. Everyone knew he was a closet fag. Half the teachers at school slept with students to bring grades up and he knew Coach Wade was banging Principal Davis. Even Lise had given her math teacher a lap dance so she could stay on the cheer squad.

Fucking Bennett Langley would be worth it. Maybe even fun. He hadn’t actually had sex with a guy yet. Beating off to gay porn and Jake Gyllenhaal could only sate him so far.

Logan’s debate teacher wasn’t a bad looking guy either. The debate team and teachers celebrated his fortieth birthday on Halloween several months ago. His blond hair was cut short and slightly spiked. He wore black-rimmed glasses over grey eyes that added to the geek-chic he seemed to embrace. His teacher always wore a blazer or sweater vest with jeans. He wasn’t muscular, just fit, like all the flesh he was exposed to in the showers after games and practices.

Langley straighted his glasses and stuttered in response to Logan’s off hand comment, “I…that’s not funny Mr. Garrison, now if you’ll excuse me.”

Logan moved in front of his car door. “I’m serious, come on, how often do guys like me approach guys like you? Hmm?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Mr. Garrison and secondly I can call Principal Davis and Coach Wade and you’d find yourself in a lot more trouble with such a proposition than with a failed grade.”

If there hadn’t been so many people around Logan would have tried to kiss him to make his point. Damn, Langley did have plump, pillowy lips that begged for it.

“Mr. Langley, I doubt you’d tell anyone because that would put a spotlight on your personal life and past persons in your bedroom.”

What an ego on the boy! The fact that he could think Bennett would even entertain such an idea. Yes, many of his colleagues did it all the time. It was a teacher’s “don’t ask, don’t tell” in the lounge every morning when you saw a student drive away in someone’s car. Joe Morris had been having sex with a fourteen year old since summer and he was sixty years old. The junior year councilor had a weekly session with one of her female students.

Why couldn’t he have someone ripe like Logan Garrison? When could Bennett Langley bite the forbidden fruit?

In Logan’s twinkling blue eyes Bennett could see he was deadly serious. What was a measly half point for a bit of fun? After all the art teacher discussed a nude model session with a girl and her boyfriend just last week.

“Get in.”

His apartment was on the other side of Grove City. Hopefully it wasn’t a prank.

It wasn’t as they drove in his Civic, Logan laid his hand on Bennett’s knee, with each mile that passed the hand sneaked towards his crotch and hardening cock. He wanted to see how far Logan would take this. If he wasn't too chicken to go all the way.

It would be a lie if Logan said he wasn’t nervous. He was sure an ego like Langley wouldn’t let him be the top and it created even more butterflies when he thought about that. In all his fantasies he had never imagined taking one, except for last night when he tried to talk himself into this.

They got to his apartment and one foot wanted to head for the nearest bus stop and the other foot wanted to walk through the door. Inside the apartment Langley shut the door, removed his glasses and put hit arm around Logan to pull him in for a kiss.

The teacher showed his dominance fast. He forced his tongue into Logan’s mouth hard and fast, nearly gagging him, choking off his air. He craved it though, pulling Bennett in closer. He pulled at his clothes, wrenching his shirt from his pants and sliding his thumbs along the line of denim and flesh.

“I doubt you're a virgin, but you've never been with a man have you?”

Logan shook his head and said aloud, “no, but I've always wanted to. I figure here's a shot.”

“Sleep with me, suck my cock to get a better grade and lose your cherry all at once. Hmm, why me?”

The boy's nervousness was a turn on. “You're kinda hot. I mean, I think, I'm not sure.”

Logan gathered his strength to initiate another kiss. Bennett stopped him.

“Not so fast, you are going to have to earn that ‘D’, or maybe a ‘C’. Wine?”

“No beer?” Logan asked hopefully. Booze to quell the butterflies. Just like before the last seconds at the end of last years tournament, he had to kick the winning goal, it was expected of him. It was like the same thing, he was expected to be completely submissive to Bennett Langley’s will.

“Only wine, vodka, or bourbon, sorry.”

“Bourbon?”

Logan watched Bennett pull a bottle of Jim Beam from the cabinet above the counter and two shot glasses from the cabinet above the sink. He then removed his blazer and finished untucking his shirt. Logan shed his jacket and kicked off his shoes. Cutting down precious time for later.

He filled both glasses to the brim of the shot glass and slid one across the bar to Logan. He knocked back the dry, hot shot. After a few the worries stopped fluttering and he walked around the bar to place himself in front of Bennett. He was far from drunk, but sex tipsy was the best. Lisa gave the best blow jobs when she was on the verge of plastered.

The teacher took another claiming kiss, but this was slower, seductive. He wanted the younger boy to realize he was still the one in charge, and it seemed Logan was eager to acknowledge that. Logan's hands slowly undid each button of Bennett’s shirt to reveal skin that was still youthful looking and tight.

“Mmm, not bad, better than Coach’s beer belly telling me I need to get in shape.”

Bennett chuckled and worked Logan’s shirt off displaying each tightly toned and sculpted muscle. It was very easy to remove his gym shorts and boxers, carefully avoiding touching the boy’s erection, enhancing the sensual torture.

It wasn’t often he had someone so handsome in his house offering themselves fully to him. Usually they considered it a privilege for Bennett to behold them, he was going to take great pride in this trophy.

“What about a ‘B’?” Logan mewed.

“Mmm, maybe next semester.”

Wrapping his hand around Logan’s cock he judged the dimensions without looking. Possibly over seven inches erect and thick too. It would be easy to grip and work as he pounded the boy’s ass.

“Kneel,” Bennett demanded. Logan obliged and started to remove his teacher’s pants.

He quickly undid the belt buckle and the top button of the pants. With trepidation Logan pulled down the zipped shocked with the results. One, Bennett didn’t wear any boxers, whitey-tighties or even bikini underwear, he dared to go commando. Second, his cock was at least eight inches long and he was uncut. It was the first time he had seen an uncut cock up close. All the guys on the soccer team and all the track members were circumcised.

“Surprised? My mother was a wild Brit who refused to let her Yank husband circumcise her son.”

Logan swallowed hard and slowly rolled back the foreskin; even without previous practice he did it well. Bennett watched as the boy went to work. It was obvious it was his first time handling another man’s shaft, but he was a natural at it. Logan was not the first man whose cherry Bennett had taken. It was his favorite kind of fuck.

Even though it was Logan’s first time being the giver of a blow, he seemed to really know what to do. Bennett offered no instruction but just threaded his fingers in the brunette’s hair forcefully but tenderly. He stuck his tongue out and slowly licked at the clear, precum already starting to weep out.

At first he only took in an inch or two to judge himself. Bennett was awash at the fervor he really didn’t care how much. Just trying to please was working wonders. Mid-suck Logan looked up into Bennett’s wide grey eyes. They were light bright moons so high up in the air. For a moment Logan forgot all about his grade and from the look on his teacher’s eyes so did he.

With a “pop” he removed his mouth from the cock and stood up without instruction to do so. He kissed Bennett again, cupping the scratchy cheek in his palm.

“Bedroom?” Logan asked initiating the unspoken command in the air.

Bennett finished removing his pants and shoes then guided Logan towards the bedroom down the hall. As an often single man he only had a queen sized bed, but they weren’t going to be frolicking around. One simple fuck, then he would have to let it go.

Relationships with students didn’t work. In Utah, his good friend Curtis had gotten a seventeen-year-old student pregnant. Now, he had to register as a sex offender every single time he moved. Since the incident forces had caused him to move around Utah three times.

Imagine the embarrassment of seeing his face on some website saying he preferred teen boys. Logan was closer to the side of seventeen than sixteen. It was still enough of a gap that in the eyes of an Ohio judge he could still go to prison. The difference was lost on him. This boy knew exactly every step he had taken since the glib, pestering remark only an hour earlier.

Logan leaned into his ear, “fuck me, Mr. Langley.”

If he had been any lesser of a man, he would have popped with that gluttonal demand.

Hands guided Logan to sit on the edge of the bed. He scooted back as Bennett kneeled on the bed and reached over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom and lube. This being the boy’s first time he needed to be prepped well. It would be easier when his cock was being worked with a warm mouth. Logan laid back on his elbows letting the alcohol and sensations take over his body.

His eyes widened when he watched Bennett apply a glob of clear lubricant to his fingers. He watched as thumb touched middle and forefingers then reach forward to touch his virgin hole.

Using his other hand to steady his weight Bennett took Logan's throbbing member into his mouth as he worked to stretch and prepare him with his other hand. Inserting two fingers while sliding his thumb up and down the soft skin between anus and scrotum. Most guys went crazy when Bennett did this. Even the ladies loved it when he worked them like this while going down on them.

Up and down. Right to left. Clockwise and counterclock. All while taking as much of Logan in his mouth as deeply possible.

Annoyingly Logan blew his load in Bennett’s mouth as he worked his cock and ass. But God…he felt so caught up in the moment the wet, expert mouth (a million times more talented than Lisa) and the forbidden sensation of fingers at his backdoor.

“Damn,” he muttered, but his debate teacher kept on sucking even as he went limp from blowing his load. The guy didn’t miss a beat. Being a debate teacher and tackled with odd and difficult questions on a near daily basis created a composite person.

After catching each drop of cum, Bennett looked up and with an intent stare he just said, “we’ll have to work on that.”

Expertly he removed the condom from the packet and slipped it on fast and applied a film of lubricant to his cock. To ease his first time more they worked a pillow under Logan’s hips and Bennett kissed him softly as he slowly slid into the once out only hole.

Under the kiss Logan hissed from the unusual, but warm and full sensation of being penetrated. No, he was being fucked. Fuck fundamentals and dreams and fantasies. This was real. Hot and uninhibited.

There was no failing grade. No soccer games or debate tournaments. This was just primal urges being sated.

After pressing as much of his cock into the willing hole as he could, Bennett released the kiss and stared into Logan’s heavy eyes and started to work his cock again. It was already partially hard again.

“Shh,” Bennett hissed and placed a soft kiss at the corner of Logan’s grimacing mouth, “just feel the moment. My hard cock sliding in and out of you. Your cock growing hard in my palm, there now.”

The debate teacher did his best not to scare or hurt Logan. It had been years since he had been with such a young inexperienced twink like this. It was easy to make it as slow long as possible. Over the years he had become an expert on stamina and bringing his partner, male or female, or orgasm before he did. It made his own much more sweet. For Logan's first time he would drag it out and punish the boy for orgasming too soon.

He took a while to drag it out, easing himself slowly in and out of the tight ring until he could stretch him to the hilt of his cock. His partner was relaxing more and wrapped one arm around his neck, his breathing labored and hot on his neck.

“God, Bennett. Damn, harder, please, God…” Logan pleaded through gritted teeth when Bennett removed his hands from Logan’s cock and braced himself to prepare for the more he begged for.

“Harder?” He withdrew and thrust hard enough for his sac to smack against Logan’s ass.

Logan shouted and dug his fingernails into Bennett's shoulder. "Oh god!” he shouted.

One reason Bennett loved this apartment complex, the walls were so think elephants could fuck on all three floors and dogs couldn’t hear them.

Logan removed his arms from Bennett's neck and gripped the comforter as the pace between them quickened. He bucked his hips to meet each thrust, his cock ready to burst once more. His girlfriend would certainly be jealous. He had never been ready again so quickly with any other encounter he had ever had.

“Harder? Like this?” Bennett asked withdrawing and thrusting hard and fast again. “Or this?” The second question was met with a long, luxurious slide in to the every edge of his latex covered tip and slowly gliding back in.

He wondered if Logan had ever tried to stretch himself before while masturbating. Knowing kids were more adventurous than when he was Logan’s age. Had his girlfriend ever touched his back door before.

“Tell me, who do you see when you fuck Lisa Stephans? Hmm? From now on whose cock,” withdrawing, “will you” and pistoning back in hard, “think of from now on?”

Logan growled as the thick cock inside him collided with his prostate again, then again. Bennett groaned as the tight body beneath him clenched around his length.

“Yours, god, fuck, your big, hard cock!”

With that declaration, one final thrust deeply Bennett felt his orgasm come in a long spurt. The longest he could ever remember. Even so close to his last orgasm, Logan felt his own cock spasm between them and as Bennett gripped it while leaning in for a shaky kiss, he came again between their stomachs and over the teacher’s hand.

“That was good. Well done.”

The teacher ran his hands through Logan’s hair and sighed laying his head on the boy’s muscular chest. They held each other for several minutes before Bennett cleared his throat and asked if Logan wanted to shower before he took him home. Yes, he did, and was glad he didn’t have to ask for him to join in.

The water was hot and his sore body was grateful for it. It hurt worse than a three hour soccer practice. His teacher joined in spooning against him, caressing and massaging his tense body. Bennett picked up the washcloth and soaped it up. He slid the cloth up and down Logan’s long hard body.

“We can’t do this again you know?”

It disappointed Logan. He wanted more time to explore Bennett’s likes and dislikes. Before this night his favorite sexual encounter had been a whole weekend when his parents were away and he spent every second with Katie Torres.

There was trust between them. Logan would keep silent about this and so would Bennett. His teacher would help with his grade, and he would stay away.

Bennett drove Logan home and told him the cover story was Bennett agreed to late extra credit depending on how long Logan could keep up with the debate teacher.

His parents were too drunk and too engrossed in Jay Leno to care that their son was late.