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"Here. You hold the umbrella, Enjin."
With these soft and simple words, the grizzled man before him handed him a white umbrella.
Enjin's little eyes beamed up at him, rising to his feet as he reached a hand out to take the umbrella. The man's smile kindled a small flame in Enjin's broken soul. Up until this moment nobody had wanted to just help him without condition.
The man reached a hand out to help him up on the horse. Enjin paused for a brief moment. His eyes wandered up and down on the man's frame. His clothing was adorned with jewelry, with a large hood that hung low on his back. His baggy jacket secluding his seemingly bulky frame.
Enjin was fascinated that such a man would want nothing in return from the boy. His instincts told him that this could end poorly. But at this point, he knows that no matter what happens, there's nothing he can do. This was his fate.
Enjin gently takes the man's gloved hand, hopping himself up on the saddle. He adjusts his seating and leans himself against the man's back.
"I never asked...what's your name?" Enjin finally works up to ask the same question he was asked.
The man chuckles, "I should've told you earlier, my name's Alto." Alto's deep raspy voice vibrates thru his back, rumbling Enjin's cheek.
Enjin moves an arm over Alto's waist, holding on tight as they begin moving. Alto pulls his hood over his head, concealing his face from view.
Enjin felt comforted for the first time in a long time. Even being on edge he was still more trusting of this man than he had been any of the adults in his life so far. Some part of him still feels like this could be a trap, but he's just trying to enjoy the moment.
Alto begins to speak once again as they leave the barren field he once sulked in.
"This doctor is a little unorthodox, she's very loud and straightforward. I think you'll like her."
Enjin leans his head up, taking in the sights around him. He disassociates for a moment, trying to ignore the disgusting feeling of wet clothes against his sensitive skin. A painful reminder of trauma that stings him every time he feels the fabric rub against his chest.
He hates the rain, it'll always remind him of his lowest point, and haunt him like a vengeful spirit.
"Her name is Alice Stilza, in case you were wondering." Alto answers a question that Enjin forgot he even had.
He nods, still staring out into the moving landscape before him. The sound of hooves sloshing against the muddy ground helped him drown out his racing thoughts. It was a nice change of sight and sound. All much nicer than the sight of a dirty orphanage or the sounds of fellow children screaming in pain.
“What happened to that smart mouth,” Alto teases.
Enjin turned to Alto, the man’s head was cocked slightly to the side. Even at this angle he could still see little bits of his beard protruding from beneath his hood. He was honestly very handsome, Enjin spent a lot of the ride admiring his strong frame. Occasionally letting his fingers travel around his sides and his hips, which Alto seemed oblivious to.
“I just got nothin’ to say”
“Oh? But you couldn’t wait to curse at me?”
“Mm…shut up, old man.”
Alto laughs “there it is, just had to poke a little.”
The older man’s teasing words stirred a fuzzy feeling in Enjin’s belly. Something that he wasn't used to, almost like a tummy ache but warm and sweet. His rumbling voice is akin to a fuzzy blanket on a winter night.
Enjin held on a little tighter, leaning his head back down against Alto’s back. He's trying not to fall asleep, knowing he could fall off if he does. His little body is so exhausted, he's hungry and cold, and he just wants to be clean. Alto hummed softly, his hand reaching down to gently rub Enjin’s for a moment.
Enjin flinched in surprise, he's still not used to a gentle hand. The feeling of Alto’s gloves against his hand was also an unfamiliar sensation, the material on the palms was rigid and worn. The spot on his hand where Alto rubbed slowly went numb, but Enjin barely noticed or cared. He just wanted to bathe in this moment forever, a rare moment of kindness and care.
“Is this doctor far?”
Alto thinks for a moment, moving his hand back to the reigns of his horse.
“A little, just try to relax, I’ll go as fast as I can.”
He could hear a smile through his words, the way his voice pitches up to a sweeter tone. It made Enjin’s heart flutter. He trusted his words, letting himself bask in this comfort while they continued their ride.
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It feels like hours before the two finally made it to their destination. A bustling city full of bright neon signs, with a faint smoky cloud surrounding much of the area. The smell of cigarettes and food hit him like a bag of bricks, the two passing by shops and people moving carts. It was somewhat familiar to what he’s seen growing up, but a lot more lively.
Alto halts his horse, the beast rearing back and shaking its head. Alto hops off and fixes the reins to a sturdy metal light post. He extends his hands to Enjin’s hips, gently taking him into his arms as he lifts him off the horse. Enjin’s face flushes slightly, yet another fuzzy feeling prodding at his belly. This damn old man, why's he so Handsy?
Enjin closes the umbrella and hands it to Alto as the two stand at the entrance of a dark alley. Alto takes Enjin’s hand gently in his, the contrast of their size on full display. He begins to guide the young boy down the alley. Enjin’s heart began to race, was he lying all along? Was he about to do something terrible to him like all the other adults did to him and his friends at the orphanage? It's nothing he wasn't used to, but it always made his body tense and his heart jump.
Before he can reach any sort of conclusion, a bright sign becomes more visible at the end of the alley. The sign read “Doctor’s Office” very self explanatory. His nerves settled as they walked up to the door, Alto knocking rapidly.
The door flies open, a younger woman with Sandy blonde hair and stubby eyebrows stands before them. Alto pulls down his hood and smiles nervously, the lady looks them both up and down with a sour scowl.
“What did you just drag into my office Alto?”
Her voice was raspy and crass, it reminded Enjin of one of the ladies at the orphanage. Kinda scary, but this woman had a kinder energy to her than anyone at the orphanage.
“Good to see you too Alice. I found this boy all by himself, cold and alone in the rain. Could you give him a checkup, make sure he's all straight?”
Alice kneels down to get a closer look at the boy. She stares Enjin in the face, narrowing her eyes as she gives him a once over. She mumbles something under her breath, gesturing to them to come inside.
The office was small, just a barren, dimly lit hallway with a few doors. Alice leads the pair to a bright room with a hospital bed and a lot of equipment.
“Have a seat on the bed.”
Enjin follows Alice’s command, plopping his still wet body on the bed. Alice grimaces at the sound of wet clothes hitting the plasticy bed. She reaches into the cabinet and throws a towel at Enjin.
“Dry yourself off boy, yer’ soakin’ everything!”
The woman’s voice booms, bouncing off the walls and ringing in Enjin’s ears harshly. How did Alto even find this chick anyways?
Alice grabs a stethoscope and begins to listen to Enjin’s heart. A typical checkup is something Enjin has never had so this felt strange, the woman’s hands and equipment were cold to the touch. Everything smelled like rubbing alcohol, the smell burned Enjin’s nose. He prayed it didn't take too long, everything combined with the bright lights was very overwhelming for him.
Alice continued her checkup, grabbing a tongue depressor and asking Enjin to say “ah”. Her movements were calculated and quick, she could tell he was tired and wanted to get somewhere comfy.
Alice turns to Alto with a blank expression.
“The kid's fine, just needs some food and rest. You better come see me before your kid is born! He needs a checkup too!” Alice berates him, shaking her finger in his face.
Alto chuckles and waves dismissively.
“Calm down, you know I will, the misses loves to see you anyways.”
Alice grumbles and turns back to throw away her gloves and wash her hands.
“Now get outta here, I know I'm gonna have other customers soon!” It seems like Alice has no concept of an inside voice at any point in time.
Alto once again takes Enjin’s hand as they head out the door, the rain still persisting with no sign of stopping. Enjin’s chest feels strangely heavy, a sudden anxiety washes over him as they step closer to the rain.
Alto opens up the umbrella, handing it back to Enjin as he throws his hood back up. The man hops back up onto his horse, helping Enjin up along with him.
“I promise my house isn't too far from here, just hold out a little longer, Enjin.”
The way his new name sounds was like music to his ears, especially coming from a man like Alto. Enjin wraps his free hand back around the man’s waist. He could keep it there forever, he loves the feeling of a kind and warm body against him. Something so foreign feels like it'll leave his grasp at any moment, he has to treasure this man.
The soft bouncing of the horse nearly rocked him to sleep, his exhaustion never faltering the entire ride. He struggled to keep his eyes open, Alto would occasionally talk about random things to keep him up. Mentioning the weather being crazy or talking about his wife and his future child.
This man was passionate about who he loved, he talks about his wife in the same tone he talks to Enjin. He wonders if this man could truly come to love him as one of his own, and what exactly that means to him.
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The horse skids to a stop, a medium sized slightly rundown building stands before them. Alto hops off, once again grabbing Enjin by his waist to help him off. The man ties up the horse to a post outside underneath a small shelter.
“Let's get you cleaned up first, yeah?”
Enjin nods silently, following Alto inside as the man drops his coat to the floor. He shakes a hand thru his hair, spraying water droplets all over the floor. Enjin takes in the scenery, it wasn't much more impressive inside than it was outside. Little furniture, but it had two floors which is rare to see.
Alto takes Enjin’s hand and leads him up the stairs into the bathroom. The bathroom was kinda dingy, the tub stained with chipped paint lining the sides. Still nicer than anything he had back in the orphanage, tho dirtier than the bathroom the rich man he stayed with had.
“Soap is here, shampoo and conditioner are here and-”
“Wait…can you uhm, help me out?”
Alto raised an eyebrow “you can't bathe yourself?”
Enjin shook his head in embarrassment. The man chuckles and pats him on the back.
“No need to be nervous, I can help you out.”
His kind words eased his anxiety, though the thought of such a burly man in the same tub as him made him feel funny. His stomach felt hot, his fingers shook as he reached for the edge of his soaked shirt. The boy carefully disrobed, not realizing Alto was already doing the same. He wasn't sure how he thought Alto would help him, but for some reason he didn't expect him to get in the bath with him. Though, in hindsight, that makes the most sense.
Alto’s lack of hesitation to do this with him made him excited, a strange sensation formed in his body as he watched the older man disrobe. His body was rigid, his muscles poking slightly thru his slender form. Hair adorned his chest and formed a trail down to his crotch, where his uncut dick hung freely. He was beautiful, unlike anything Enjin had seen. Enjin’s heart felt like it was about to explode, his face burned red hot.
Alto turned to him and smirked, his eyes lowered to a sultry stare. His face seemed hungrier than it was, he quickly turned his face to hide his growing desire.
“Sorry, I'm sure it's jarring to see me naked, we’ll make this quick.”
The man leaned down to turn the water on and adjust the heat, all Enjin could do was stare at his ass. Entirely distracted by how full and plump it sat on his thighs. Alto gestured for him to come over, he scoots aside to make room for Enjin to kneel beside him.
“Feel this, does this feel like a good temperature?”
Enjin nods silently, Alto smiles and rises to his feet. He lets the water fill the tub for a moment, trying to keep his eyes off the naked boy before him. His wants were showing through, but he had to keep his composure, he doesn't wanna hurt Enjin. But the boy was so perfect, his lithe little body shining in the dim bathroom light. Alto couldn't take his eyes off him for a moment.
The man turns the faucet off as the tub finishes filling. Alto takes a deep breath as he takes off his gloves, his hands lined with black scarring that writhed in his skin like worms. It was freaky, but not off putting for Enjin, more fascinating than anything else.
He takes a step in leaning his body down into the water. Alto pats the top of the water in front of him, droplets splashing onto Enjin’s legs. He jumps back, giggling at the man’s playfulness. Something about Alto being behind him in the tub felt weird, but he was just excited to have his gentle hands on him again.
Enjin stepped in and leaned himself against the man’s larger frame. He could feel his soft cock pressing into his back, Enjin gripped his legs trying to hold himself together.
Alto takes a few handfuls of water and dumps them on Enjin’s head, taking a handful of shampoo and massaging his scalp. Enjin leans his head back, smiling and humming happily, the man’s scarred and calloused hands gently running through his dirty blonde locks.
‘Cute’ Alto thinks.
Alto takes his time making sure he gets every I part of his head, taking a few more handfuls of water and washing out the suds. The careful movements made the moment feel like it could've lasted forever, Enjin was loving every second of it.
The man takes a small dollop of conditioner and works it into the boy’s locks. Enjin leans into his fingers, closing his eyes and continuing to purr happily like a cat. Alto smiles down at him, his glow was infectious to the man. He couldn't believe he found such a cute little thing just discarded like a piece of trash. Those people, whoever hurt him, they don't deserve him.
Alto grabs a bar of soap and works it between his fingers, wincing at the pain from his scarring. He's pretty used to the pain by now, so bathing isn't an issue. However, every now and then, the pain will definitely poke and prod at him, just something he has to push past.
Once his hands are fully soapy, he begins to gently scrub Enjin’s body. He moves his hands over every nook and cranny, making sure he doesn't miss a spot. His hands run along his slender shoulder blades and his neck, Enjin unintentionally moans in response. The boy covers his mouth frantically, his face turning bright red as he hides it in his hands.
Alto giggles, wrapping his arms around the boy and leaning close to his ear. His chin rests against his shoulder, the hair of his beard scratching his skin.
“Oh? Is everything okay Enjin?”
Enjin shutters and nods, moving his hands behind him and running them along Alto’s shoulders. Alto continues to move his hands along Enjin’s body, paying careful attention to his chest and his stomach. One hand remained scrubbing along his arms and sides, as the other wandered down to his crotch.
Alto bumps his fingers against Enjin’s growing cock, the boy biting his lip trying to keep it together. He's never had someone feel him up so gently, everyone has been so rough with him. This time felt different, this time felt like he actually cares about him. He wants him safe, he wants to make him feel good, Alto isn't like the other adults who hurt him.
“Mm, better get this clean too.”
Alto’s teasing tone was stabbing the boy's heart. He was trying to make it seem like he didn't wanna ravage this boy right here and now. But Enjin has been with enough hungry dogs in his life to know what it looks like when a man wants you. His nerves were going crazy, he was trying not to cry. He had no idea a man could be so kind to him while touching him this way.
Alto rubbed his hands into the bar of soap, putting it back and moving his attention back to Enjin’s little dick. His hand in comparison to Enjin’s cock was massive, enveloping the whole thing as he took it in his hand. He stroked the boy gently, working in the soap with the tips of his fingers. Enjin groaned and leaned his head down, his hair covering his vision partly.
Enjin could feel Alto’s cock growing behind him, poking itself into his back as if begging to be touched too. Enjin couldn't move however, he's been taught that he's supposed to touch back but this feels too good for him to do anything. Enjin attempts to move his hand back to Alto’s dick, but the man stops him.
“It's okay baby boy, you don't gotta do a thing. Just sit back and let me take care of you.”
His breath was hot on Enjin’s ear, Enjin groaned pathetically as his body began to go limp. He leaned himself into Alto and just let the man touch him however he pleased. He continued scrubbing away the dirt as his other hand worked around the boy’s dick.
Enjin grips his little thighs tightly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“Mmmf…ah…feels so..”
“Feels good baby?”
Enjin could barely form a thought at this point, his head blank with pleasure. All he could do was weakly nod.
“Mm that's it, just let your mind go blank.”
Alto gently placed kisses along Enjin’s neck, the boy reaching a hand back and running his fingers through his hair. His beard tickled his neck, making him jolt with every little kiss. He's never felt so loved, so cared for, is this what being loved meant?
With his hand still working up and down, Alto took a few handfuls of water to Enjin’s hair. Gently massaging the conditioner out of his scalp while maintaining a steady pace on his dick. The combined sensation drove the boy crazy, drool leaked from the corner of his mouth. His hands working through his hair tingling his scalp only made his dick throb harder in the man’s hand.
“Alto…please…I feel like ah!”
“Yeah? What's on your mind sweet boy?”
God if he kept talking like this Enjin was gonna melt in his lap. He was so sickly sweet it could rot the boy's teeth.
“Mmh feel like…I have to pee.”
Enjin’s never been brought to this point before, it felt weird and tingly. He's done this kinda thing with men before, but usually they're the ones getting off. He knows what cum is, he’s just never had someone make him cum himself, nor has he ever pleasured himself before.
Everything felt so good, so different. The feeling of having to pee was all he could manage to describe it as amongst the haziness of his thoughts.
“You poor thing…nobody’s ever touched you like this huh? You deserve so much better.”
As the words left his lips he planted more gentle kisses along the nape of Enjin’s neck and his shoulder blades. His little body was beaten up bad, light scarring and faded bruises line his back. Despite his flaws, Alto could praise him all day, he was beyond perfect to him. He chose to ignore his scars, his bruises, just like Enjin had seemed to do with him.
Enjin felt his body tense, the pressure in his cock building to a feeling of fullness, he was about to cum.
“Alto! Ahh fuck!!”
Enjin reaches his hands to Alto’s thighs, gripping them tightly as he spills cum all over the man’s hand into the water.
Alto chuckles as the white fluid mixes with the bath water below them, shaking his hand under the water to clean it off completely. He takes a bit more water and uses it to wash off Enjin’s slick cock. A soft moan leaves his lips once more as the man cleans the cum from his crotch. He managed to make a huge mess on himself, he's never came before so this was years of build up.
Alto gripped the sides of the tub and sat himself out of the tub. The water flowing down his body and dripping off his fading erection.
Enjin looked up at him anxiously, he's not used to being the one who gets touched. At least not like this, usually the older man is the one who uses him for pleasure. This man however, actually took into account his feelings. His wants, his needs, he took note of what made him feel good, all without needing anything in return. Making Enjin feel good is what made Alto feel good.
Alto turns to the boy and hands him a fluffy tan towel, smiling down at him brightly. Enjin takes it from his hands and stands up, stepping out of the tub to dry himself off. He stops for a moment and watches as Alto grabs a towel for himself.
“Uhm…did you want me to…do anything for you?”
Alto turns and raises an eyebrow.
“You think I brought you in to use you? Enjin, I brought you in because I saw a boy who needed love. A boy who needed someone to treat him with respect. I would've stopped everything if I saw you were uncomfortable, and you can always tell me no. Okay?”
What was this? This feeling, like he meant his words. Like he was telling the truth, for once an older man touched him and didn't make him feel like a hole to use. Enjin stared at him with bright eyes, silently walking over to him and wrapping his little arms around his strong waist.
Alto wrapped him up in his towel, wrapping his arms around his little body. He held him close as if he was his lover. The man knew this wouldn't last, that he’d have to go back to having some semblance of a normal relationship with this boy when his wife came back. But for now, he would treasure these moments.
“Dry yourself off, I'll make you something special for dinner.”
Enjin nuzzled himself into Alto’s body. The older man pulled away after a brief moment to finish dressing himself. Enjin watched as he left the bathroom, a moment of emptiness filled the air. He wanted to stay in his arms forever, but his rumbling tummy reminded him why he couldn't.
As he stood there drying himself, he stared down at the tattoos lining his arms. His eyes drooped at the sight, such a horrible reminder of what once was. He considers getting tattoos over them, something more beautiful to cover up a shameful past. But that's nothing to worry about now, all Enjin’s concerned about is when Alto will hold him again.
This kind of love is something he never expected after everything that had happened. He thought Alto would have surely left him there to die or picked him up to sell him or use his body. But life has a funny way of turning around on a dime.
The door in front of him suddenly flew open, the smell of delicious food wafting through the door. Alto stood there slightly panicked with a pile of clothes in his hands.
“I'm such an idiot sometimes, I totally forgot clothes for you! They may be a little big but they should fit.”
Enjin silently took the clothes, a smile quickly spreading across his face. It was a pair of Alto’s old shorts and a shirt, he wondered if they smelled like him still.
“Come downstairs when you're done, still cookin’ but you can help! Sounds good, Enjin?”
“Yeah, I'd like that.”
Alto gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead, shutting the door behind him and hurrying downstairs. Seems like whatever he was cooking could burn if he stayed any longer. Enjin looked down at the clothes in his hands. He put them to his face and took a deep breath. Yup, still smelled like him, what a treat!
As he made his way downstairs towards the kitchen, he took a good look around at his new life. Things were actually turning around for once in his shitty little life. No longer would he have to worry about where he was sleeping or what he would eat that night.
The blossoming relationship he has with Alto could cause issues however, who knows if they'll even be anything at all. But whatever happens, Enjin’s happy to have him, and happy to be alive.