Randy Mr. Taken

Monday

He had only dreamed of this but now instead of feeling valued or great, he felt embarrassed and almost scared. What if his teacher only used him, maybe even to humiliate him in front of... In front of whom? The students or teachers? Or the entire school? His mother?
The thought didn't let go of him and so he decided to write an e-mail.

The answer didn't come before Sunday evening:

Dear Mr. Fowler,

Regarding your concern about the actions in my math class and your extra classes, your worries and needs are of utmost importance to me. I enjoy the time spent and as long as you do too, I'm happy to help you.

Should you no longer be inclined to continue with the lessons (although I believe they are appropriate, necessary, and important) we can stop anytime and any issue about it is confidential and will stay between us.

Sincerely,
Ryan Beaumont

Andy sighed relieved. Of course, Ryan could still lie his head off but as far as Andy could judge it, Mr. Beaumont wasn't that kind of man. He hoped.

Then, it was Monday morning already. Andy got up and dressed ate, drank a cup of tea while chatting with his mum and then went upstairs again to brush his teeth while his mother was off to work.
After getting ready for school, he took the plug out of the drawer and inserted it with some lube. He groaned at the feeling, his hole already tight again. Once the toy was in the right position, so it would not hit his prostate directly, Andy took his bag and his earphones and headed to school.

He joined his friends for first period. Little did he know Mikey had to have a word with him in the first break.
"Are you and Mr. Beaumont a thing now?", Mikey asked with worry in his voice.
Andy rolled his eyes before answering:
"If you want to tell me that he's too old, he's twenty-"
"No, I don't. I want to warn you, Fovvs, let you know that it's not going to work and he doesn't love you."
Andy sighed.
"Bro, I've hooked up with him once and I think he's hot. Nothing more."
He assured his best friend that there was not going to be more, although he knew it was a lie. And he hated lying, especially because he knew Mikey was not convinced by it.
With an elegant smile he dropped the topic and picked up the one he could catch Mikey with: Football.
It was a passion of both of them and before the second period began they had a fierce argument about the new goal keeper of the English national team.

Third period was math period. Andy grinned to himself before taking the door handle and opening the door, then walking into class and taking his seat.
He was about to sit down when Mr. Beaumont called after him.

"Please take your headphones out, Mr. Fowler. I thought we had this argument last lesson. Didn't I make myself clear?"
Some students looked up from their conversations or books but most of them didn't care.
"I'm sorry Mr. Beaumont, you've made yourself very clear.", Andy apologised and took his headphones out.

The music pause lasted until his teacher turned to the chalk board and wrote their homework from last lesson on it.
Then, Andy put the headphones back in with quick, experienced move.
Mr. Beaumont started to discuss the solutions with the class and at first he didn't seem to notice that Andy wasn't paying attention once again.
But his glance wandered to Andy several time during the first half an hour, knowing exactly what he did.
Ryan smirked at his success as soon as he had turned his back to the class again and wrote something on the board.

"Miss Brown, would you please solve the last calculation for us and explain your steps.", he asked a brunette girl who followed his request immediately.

Meanwhile Ryan returned to his desk and took a short look at his phone before returning his attention back to the student who was eagerly writing her solution on the board. Everything was right, but that didn't surprise her teacher.
Back on his phone, Ryan turned his Bluetooth on, opened an app, and pressed a few buttons.
Then, he spied over to Andy, who was suddenly very attentive. He wore the plug and a light vibration had woken him up from his trace, looking at his teacher with raised eyebrows.
Satisfied for now, Mr. Beaumont smirked at him, went another step up, then concentrated on the lesson again.

Every ten to fifteen minutes Andy felt the vibration getting a tiny bit stronger, but he survived most of the lesson without pulling a face. Only the last half an hour was an act of total concentration for the blonde student.
The butt plug still sat the way Andy inserted it in the morning. Although his anus was stimulated to almost a maximum, his prostate was not affected by the vibration, making it easier for Andy to hide his arousal.
Nevertheless, a bulge was forming in his trouser and Mr. Beaumont biting his lip whilst staring at him every time it went another step higher, didn't help at all.

Andy tried to relax, tried to switch his mind off and concentrate on the exercises but it just wouldn't work.
He let out a frustrated groan and put his pencil down. It wouldn't work anyway.

"Everything okay up here?", a familiar voice wanted to know, his hand rested supportively on Andy's shoulder.