Alien Boyfriend Abbost (complete)

    You started your new teaching job about a year ago. You had struggled to get such a job for a long time. After you earned your degree, it was as if there was nothing out there. Finally, though, you were able to get a job as a kindergarten teacher. 

    The school was nice, much better than the school you had grown up in. Although, you’re still not used to your students being shocked you aren’t a woman. It gives you a giggle at how the little ones always seemed so confused you were a guy. 

Every morning you met your students at the gate as they were dropped off by their parents. You then take them to the classroom where they place their things into the cubby and then go sit in at their seats. On days when it rained, the parents would bring the kids directly to the classroom. These were your favorite days.

Since the school year started, you’ve had a crush on one of your student’s fathers. It was something you hated, you felt you should be more professional than that, but you couldn’t help it. The father, Abbost, was this big, strong guy. He was an alien who had served during the Abella War. You weren’t sure exactly what his species was called, but he looked like a mix of dragon and turtle. 

Abbost had a block of a head, with four eyes, the top set bigger than the ones below it. His nostrils were flared and flat, and he had a big mouth that cut back across his entire face. He wore mostly clothes that covered his entire body, a black turtleneck, and jeans, but all of them had a way of being too tight on him and showing off all he had.

Abbost’s daughter, Myri, was adopted, you hadn’t quite heard the entire story, but he had taken her in after the war. Myri was extremely attached to him and you often to had to hold her as Abbost left. Part of what you really liked about Abbost was how good he was to Myri. It broke his heart twice as much to leave his little girl crying.

You had heard some rumors fly about Abbost. The usual mommy rumor mill you had been warned about by some of your professors in school. The talked about Abbost and his role during the war. Some said he had possibly killed Myri’s parents, others claimed he was actually a spy and shouldn’t be trusted. Another cruel rumor claimed he had kidnapped Myri and was holding her hostage to assure he was safe and never bothered. You didn’t believe a word of them. You were familiar with cruel and awful rumors, you knew what whispers to listen to.

You didn’t get much chance to talk to him, so it was on those rainy days that you really looked forward to it since Myri wanted to show him everything in the classroom. As you were helping some of your students put away their umbrellas and raincoats, that's when Abbost and Myri came in.

Myri was sitting in Abbost’s arms, wearing a pastel pink slicker while Abbost was wearing her hat that had bunny ears on it. He sat her down by the cubbies and looked up as you approached.

“Good to see you again, Myri,” you smile. You then look up at Abbost. “You too, I hope you’ve been well.”

“Good morning!” She sang, chipper and happy. 

Abbost tilted his head. “Good morning, Teach. You’re looking well today.”

You feel your cheeks start to burn. “Today is our creative writing exercises, they always make me excited.”

Abbost smirks slightly. “The creative sort I see,” his deep voice is almost a purr. “I like that in a man.”

Your throat goes tight, and you feel an excitement build. “Oh well, I have been trying to use my passion for that with the children.” You then glance at Myri. “Speaking of which, did you want to show your Dad the art project we did yesterday?” You ask, looking up at Abbost, noticing he was looking at you. You knew Myri wanted to show off her project, but you also wanted to spend a few more stolen moments with Abbost.

“I’ll go get it!” Myri bursts forward and you chuckle, standing back up beside Abbost. You only come up to his chest, so sometimes you make eye contact with his pecs. You bite your lip and look away, but glance back anyways.

“You must like these days where it rains,” Abbost says. “You don’t have to keep ushering the little sheep back and forth.”

“Oh no, I don’t mind at all. I like the rainy days for other reasons,” you answer.

Abbost’s eyes sparkle a bit, and he smiles. “One of those lazy homebodies?” He teases.

“A thunderstorm makes the best background noise for a lazy day,” you reply. “Just all snuggled up and cozy is wonderful.”

“Anything you prefer to snuggle up with?” Abbost purr returned.

Your heart hammered hard. You could so easily say him and see what his reaction would be. You weren’t the best at flirting in the world and could admit to not recognizing it when it was happening, but you couldn’t help but feel Abbost was doing just that. His purr was much more sensual than his usual voice.

“Usually a book!” You chicken out, your voice cracking as you say it.

A smile spreads across Abbost’s face, cutting back along his boxy head and to the back where thin purple skin attaches the back of his mouth. He then gasps, “oh, here.” He took out a piece of paper from his back pocket. “I almost forgot this,” his voice is so husky it’s more like a vibration than a voice. “Myri’s permission slip for the trip.”

“Is she actually going?” You reply as you take it. “I figured she wouldn’t want to be apart from you for so long.”

“I think it will be good for her. Her friends will be there so she should be able to cope.” Abbost replies.

You look him over again. “We’re still looking for chaperones too,” you suggest. “If you’d be interested in such a thing.”

Abbost hums for a moment. “None of the other parents have signed up?”

You shrug. “Just one, but we really need more to make it easier on everybody, especially the kids.”

Abbost sighs and he turns as Myri comes racing forward with her art project in her hands. He smiles and kneels to see it. “Let me think about it,” he says up to you as Myri rambles off about everything. 

“Thank you,” you say with a bright smile.

That evening, after all the kids are being picked up, you see Abbost come over from the parking lot. Myri races to him and he picks her up, placing her on his shoulder.

“I can make the trip,” he replies. “Is there anything I need to do?”

Your heart is racing and hammering hard. “That would be great!” You gasp then swallow. “I think we still have your information on file, so that is really all we need.”

Abbost nods and turns his head as Myri kisses his cheek. “Are you sure?”

“I can always message you,” you say with a breathless excitement. “I mean if that’s alright?”

Abbost sets Myri down and holds her hand. “That’s fine. You have my number from the emergency sheets right?”

“I do,” you say with a nod. “I’ll let you know about anything tonight.”

Abbost smiles at you. “I look forward to hearing from you, Teach.” He winks at you then turns his attention to Myri who starts to babble about her day.

You bite back a smile as excitement builds. You’d get to spend time with Abbost on the trip and know him better. If anything, you’d sit together on the bus trip there and back. You then fuss at yourself, realizing you’re daydreaming like some lovesick schoolgirl. Then again, crushes always have had that effect on you.

That evening at home as you’re finishing up details for the school trip, you send Abbost an image of the itinerary as well as your own packing list.

“Do you buy the snacks on your own?” Abbost replies extremely quickly.

“I do, sometimes the snacks the school provides aren’t very good. I like to make sure the kids get something they like as well as something healthy.” I answer him.

Another message pops up surprisingly fast again. “Tell me what you get, and I’ll buy them.”

Your heart hammers as you start to type out a reply, but Abbost adds on again.

“Seems only fair. I’m adding myself last minute. Not to mention I know how much Myri can eat.”

“You really don’t have to.”

“You’re the one who doesn’t have to. You get shit on enough at your job.”

You smile to yourself. “Thank you. I’ll send you the list now.” As you’re taking a picture of your shopping list, Abbost replies again.

“Myri adores you.”

You grin from ear to ear. “She’s a great student, you should be proud of her.”

“Always am. I know she’s a handful. Her pre-k teacher wasn’t quite as understanding.”

You furrow your brow. Myri was a hyperactive and extremely imaginative girl, but that was most kids too. “What do you mean? Myri is a joy.”

“Some people don’t see it that way. Well, you could say it’s my fault.” Abbost's answer makes you more confused.

“What would it have to do with you? You’re a great father.”

“But some would say I’m not Myri’s.”

His answer breaks your heart. “To Myri you are, that’s all that matters is why she thinks. You’re an excellent parent if someone has something to say about it you could easily step on them. Myri would enjoy that.”

Abbost reply is slower this time, but he sends a laughing emoji your way. 

“I’ve always been impressed by you,” you send, and then you instantly regret it.

“That sounds like flirting, Teach.”

It was, and you hated it. You struggle to try and type something. Sometimes parents don’t quite like it when they find out you’re a gay man.

“You know how long it’s been since someone flirted with me? I know some people don’t like it, but it does boost the confidence.”

You sigh with relief. 

“Thanks for letting me know what I can do on the trip. I’ll get the snacks for you. If there is anything else, let me know right away.” Abbost’s replies always seem so straight to the point. 

You think a shirtless selfie of him would be just the thing you needed but you know that was extremely inappropriate. “No. For now, this is the best thing you could do. Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Abbost replies, and that confuses you a little.

There’s a meeting that takes place just before the trip, so that way teachers and parents can all discuss the trip and any questions that may arise. You got there early to set up the snack table. You laid out cookies you made, some cupcakes, chips, the usual thing. You’re getting the coffee set up when you see Abbost walk in. He goes to put his coat away, and you notice people walking away from him. If he takes a step in one direction, some of the parents go another way. Even one of the teachers seems to want to get out of his path.

Abbost approaches the snack bar, picking up a hot pink cupcake. “For Myri,” he says as he peels off the paper and takes a big bite.

“She’d be proud of you,” you chuckle. “Oh, would you like coffee?”

Pink icing sticks to Abbost’s lips and his dark purple whips out, licking it clean. “Something hot and sweet is always welcome,” his purr is in full effect.

“You take your coffee sweet?” Your voice cracks as you pour him a styrofoam cup of the dark brew.

Abbost is now eating one of your homemade cookies. “I like a lot of sweet things,” he smirks. “Not just my coffee or snacks.”

You’re trying your hardest to stay professional. You hand Abbost his cup, and his fingers brush against yours. 

“These are damn good cookies,” Abbost takes another. “Where did you get them?”

This was your chance. “I made them,” you beam.

Abbost looks to you, and he grins. “Creative and a good cook, how are you not married, Teach?” He asks.

You chuckle nervously. “Oh, you know, I’m trying to just have it all,” you joke.

Abbost takes another cookie. “I bet these would be good on a rainy day.” He licks his lips again, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s for show.

The meeting soon starts, and you’re called to the front with the other teachers. Abbost stands at the back, eating your cookies the entire time.

The trip arrives sooner than you’d think. It’s early in the morning as you load the kids onto the bus. Parents and children alike say tearful goodbyes, but you know everyone is looking forward to it. Abbost and the other parent chaperones load onto the bus, and then you start rambling off rules and other such things before the bus left.

Most of the kids fall back asleep as the bus goes on. The adults are sharing coffee and donuts and catching up on the news on their phones. You are trying to keep your cool. You’re sharing a seat with Abbost, and he’s so big you’re nearly squished against the window. It’s heaven to you.

“You sure you don’t want to sit elsewhere?” Abbost asks.

“No, I’m fine!” You chuckle. “I’m used to being crushed by my brothers.”

Abbost’s eyes perk up a bit. “You have brothers?”

“Yup,” you sigh. “One-half brother and four stepbrothers,” you then grimace. “I was the youngest.”

“Oh,” Abbost chuckles. “I take it you were very much put upon?”

“You have no idea,” you sigh.

“Are any of them gay as well?” Abbost asks.

You freeze up, afraid to ask him how he knew or what anyone else would say. You considered denying it or just laughing it off. You weren’t sure what the other chaperones would say.

“I’m sorry,” Abbost then gasps. “I didn’t mean to...it’s just that I know how that is.” He places his palm on his chest.

You look up at him, still feeling a bit a cold. “It’s not something I like to talk about at work,” you murmur.

Abbost nods. “No, I understand. I was the same way.”

You suck in a hopeful breath.

“Being out in the military is a scary thing. You have to put up layers of armor after armor until you’re just this wither nut in an oversized shell.” Abbost sighs and his shoulders slouch. 

“Yeah,” you agree. “And no, I’m the only gay brother,” you chuckle. “But my brothers are very protective of me. Back in high school, they used to make sure one of them was always with me. They were pissed that I got into a good school so far away because they worried.”

Abbost smiles. “That’s good.”

“What about you?” You ask. 

“You’ve heard the rumor mill,” Abbost grumbles.

You frown a bit. “I have. But that’s the rumor mill. That isn’t the truth at all. I know better than that.”

He glances back. “Myri’s mother and father were my best friends,” he says with a low voice. “They, like your brothers, protected me. If anyone said anything disparaging about me, they had something to say back. They made sure I never doubted myself and made me feel like I wasn’t alone.”

“What happened?” You whisper.

Abbost sighs and tilts his head to the side.

Reaching you, you touch his hand. “Never mind. If you don’t want to talk about it, please don’t.” You frown. “I lost someone in the Abella War too.”

Abbost looks at your hand over his, and he smiles softly.

That afternoon you arrive at the hotel. The kids are fed then taken to the special jungle room where they all will sleep. Most of the chaperones decide to stay that way you get to have a break after running all your duties. It was a very kind gesture.

But it’s lonely in your room, and you consider going down to join everyone else when there is a knock at your door. 

“Who's there?” You ask.

“Just me,” Abbost’s voice rumbles.

Your nerves jump with excitement, and you open the door to let him in. “Didn’t Myri force you to stay?”

Abbost chuckles. “She’s too busy with her friends. I figured you could use the company.”

You have just gotten out of a shower, and you’re only wearing a robe, it somehow makes everything feel exceptionally intimate. “I was just planning on watching some TV and then going to bed since I have to be up early after all.”

“That sounds nice,” Abbost says. “Unless you want me to leave.”

You didn’t, you wanted him to stay. “No, of course not.”

Abbost sits down on the edge of the bed, and you go to join him. You fumble with the remote, finally getting the TV to turn on. You sneeze though, and your fingers jam down on the buttons. Suddenly, a porno pops up.

“Oh shit!” You try to change the channel, but for some reason the remote is stuck.

You bang on the remote then go up to the TV to try and turn it off. “I am so sorry! This is just mortifying!” You finally get the TV to power off, and you look back at Abbost. Your face is burning hot.

Abbost has a dark smirk on his face. His purple tongue licks along the corner of his mouth, and he lets out a sigh. “Been a long time since I’ve seen anything like that.”

You glance back at the TV. “Yeah.” you murmur.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed,” Abbost chuckles. “Porn happens.”

You rub the back of your neck and nod. “Still,” you grumble. The mood has completely shifted, and you’re not exactly sure what to do.

“Why not turn it back on?” Abbost asks.

You turn and look at him. “Excuse me?” You blurt.

“Not your thing?” Abbost smirks. 

You glance away and look back at him. “I usually prefer erotica over that sort of thing,” you confess. “It’s a lot more uhm...relatable.”

“Oh really?” Abbost tilts his head. He reaches out and pushes his hand into your robe. His big, strong, calloused palms rub your thigh and hip, reaching back to grope your ass, pulling you forward, so you stand between his knees.

“Abbost,” you gasp as you brace your hands on his shoulders.

He opens your robe more, tugging it, so it falls open down your chest. He smirks to himself, placing kisses on your chest and belly.

“Abbost,” you whisper again. “We shouldn’t-” even though it’s all you want.

“Please,” he moans against your ribs, both his hands are on your now. “You’re so beautiful.”

You shiver at his words. You’re just a rail-thin thing compared to him. He’s much more beautiful than you. “Me?” Your voice breaks.

He licks the jut of your hips, and your mouth hangs open. You move your hands to the back of his neck and head. You shiver as he kisses lower, going through the small patch of curls before his tongue licks at the base of your shaft.

You grunt and bite your lip.

Abbost guides you into his mouth, his long tongue wrapping around and squeezing while he sucks. You shudder, and your hips buck. His mouth is warm and soft and the way his tongue coils around you makes your knees weak. You grunt and sigh, nearly doubling over him.

Abbost’s rough hands roam over your body, stroking up your back then moving down and cupping your thighs. His fingers slip between, touching your sack and between your cheeks. He groans and grunts and the deep vibrations feel like that travel up your spine and into your brain.

Abbost pulls back, his tongue hanging from his jowls. He looks up at you, and you meet his kiss. You touch his face and lower down, so you’re straddling his lap. Your cock rubs to his belly, and you lower yourself onto the floor. You kneel before Abbost and help him take his pants off. You see a mound between his legs that’s slightly open. It peels back like flower petals, and you see something starting to protrude from inside. You touch it and Abbost snarls. You lean in, licking the folds until the protrudence comes out more. It’s deep purple like his tongue, going to black at the base. It’s pointed at the tip and tapers down into a thick base. It has little bumps and ridges all over it that make it look fun. It also oozes a slippery, thick fluid that feels a lot like lube.

Abbost growls, pulling you up and laying you down on the bed. He strips off his clothes, revealing his body to you. His bares horrible scars all along his chest and left arm. His belly is thick, but you rather like the sight. You reach out for him, pulling him into your arms as you kiss.

“I’ve liked you for a long time,” Abbost whispers. “Ever since that first day, I dropped Myri off at school.”

You swallow and whimper. “Really?”

Abbost chuckles as he strokes your face and down your neck. “You’re lovely, and Myri loves you. What’s not to like?” He kisses you, your two shafts rubbing together. You moan for him, pulling him closer as he shifts his hips.

You feel him at your pucker, and you cling to him. He guides himself into place, rubbing you there as the viscous fluid coats you. You shiver and sigh as he takes the first plunge in. He moves a little then pulls out, easing back in again.

“Does it hurt?” Abbost grunts, obviously trying to hold himself back.

You chuckle and kiss his cheek. “I’m fine. But maybe we could try a different position.”

His eyes go a get bit wide, and you sit up. You take off the robe and place a pillow under your hips. You angle your rear up towards him. You smile back at him, seeing his expression is soft and awed. His tongue licks across his mouth as he places his hands on your hips. You bite your lip, feeling his cock slide between your cheeks.

“I won’t hurt you,” Abbost growls.

“I know,” you moan, feeling his tip slip back inside. You let out a moan as he goes deeper this time instead of pulling back out. You turn your face into the pillow. The thicker he gets, the more you feel. It aches for a moment, but then it starts to feel good. He pulls out and pushes back in. His voice becomes deeper and smokier. It rumbles through the room and up your spine. His thick hands dig into your hips, kneading as his movements become more guided and harder.

You cry out, lifting your head just enough from the pillow so he can hear you. He bends over, his chest to your back, so his voice is directly in your ear. You grunt and moan, turning your head back to look at him. He holds your neck and presses hard, hungry kisses to your lips. His tongue darts out, tasting you for a moment.

You whimper and shiver, clinging to the sheets hard enough you fear they might rip. He feels so good. His cock, his body on you, his voice in your ear. You then nearly scream as his hand takes hold of your cock. He starts to stroke, and he moans.

“You feel so fucking good, no matter what I touch,” he snarls.

You strain, but then you give in. You cry out, your cum coating his fingers as everything is pushed from you. The strong, sudden vibrations that course through your body take your breath and voice. You fall into the pillows as Abbost continues to move.

He snarls and grunts, grasping back onto your hips to keep them elevated. He then lets out a strange garbled sound, and you feel something inside. You feel tight for a moment and then it starts to dribble down your thighs. He’s still cumming, nearly making your belly pooch with all of it.

Abbost pulls out, his cum splashing on your ass and lower back as he strokes. Abbost huffs and puffs, slowly easing himself down, so he’s laying partially on top of you. He snuggles to your neck and takes a deep breath.

You sigh, nearly melting into the bed. “Oh wow,” you puff.

Abbost chuckles. “Really?”

“Mm,” you nod as Abbost rolls to his side and holds you to his chest.

He kisses the back of your neck, and you shiver despite how drowsy you feel.

“If you don’t wash me off you’ll be sticky in the morning,” Abbost murmurs into your ear. His hand strokes down your side. “Wouldn’t want that, would you?”

You feel so sleepy but you nod, and Abbost helps you up. You wake up a bit as the water hits you and realize what’s going on. You gaze up at Abbost, staring at his naked body as he washes with you. You feel a touch guilty, this isn’t how you were supposed to act. You could get in real trouble.

“Hey,” Abbost tilts your chin up. “This can end here if you want.”

You shake your head instantly. “I like you too,” you tell him. “I really do.”

Abbost kisses you. “Then let’s figure this out after the trip.”

You smile and nod. “Ok.”

    A few weeks after the trip, you’re hosting a Christmas party for your class and their parents. You’re still setting up when the door opens, and Abbost and Myri come in.

    “It’s snowing!” Myri giggles as she runs to you.

    You scoop Myri up, and she hugs you tight. “Is it now?” You dust snow from her hair.

    “Daddy has you a present!” She says.

    You look up as Abbost comes forward, holding a small package in his hand. “It isn’t much,” he says, sounding almost embarrassed.

“Give it to him!” Myri pouts.

Abbost chuckles and hands it over to you as he takes Myri. “I just wanted you to have it before the party.”

“Thank you,” you grin as you unwrap the box. Inside the box, there’s a key.

“It’s to the house,” Abbost says. “You can use it as you see fit, and when you’re ready, you can move in with us.”

“What?” Myri blurts before you can say how much you love it. “I thought it was a wedding ring?”

Abbost sighs and shakes his head. “No, baby, we discussed this.”

“I want you to get married!” Myri whines.

You look to Abbost and grin. “I love it anyway.” You lean in kissing Abbost as Myri strikes the side of his head.