Chapter 3

The chirping of birds and some horse neighing woke the young sheriff and once again it took him some time to recount the happenings and where he was. In an Indian hut. Seemingly in the Indian camp. But he still doubted that. It had to be a prank for the newcomer sheriff. An initiation of some sort. A test perhaps. He'll have to go with it. Maybe they wanted to see how he'd handle such a situation. And these were all actors. That's why he wasn't allowed to leave the tent – because if he did, he'd see that no other huts and Indians were there.

This red-haired guy was just dressed up too. He couldn't be an Indian with such colors. And wow, why was he lying next to him staring at Jim with that strange expression?? It was kinda unnerving. Especially with his headache that got only a bit better since yesterday. Anyways, he'll doubt every word they say so he won't fail this trial. He needed the town to accept and trust him if he wanted to be a good sheriff.

Corey really was watching over Jim's sleep with a dreamy expression. Finally he met someone similar like himself and indeed the tall man was everything he found beautiful on a male. Seeing Jim awake and all confused made him smile, his deep blue eyes shining up with that.

"You're safe. This is my hut and my bed. It's early. Rest more," the Indian said softly and turned over to lay on his belly. The blanket somewhat sliding off his body, showing his bare shoulders and some of his back. All heavily tattooed with tribal signs. Right at inches away from the sheriff's face, maybe to make him sure that indeed, these are Iowan Indians.

Of course that movement drew Jim's hazel eyes to the line of Corey's inked back. The drawings on it were something Jim found fascinating, but not as much as the soft silky white skin on which they were. He found his fingers itching to touch it. Just to check if it was as soft as it looked like.

But instead he swallowed hard and rubbed his forehead. "I can't. Head's hurting too much. And I think I'm hungry too. So... You want me to believe all this is real, huh?"

Corey sat up, making the blanket slide off from his upper body and Jim was faced with more tattooed symbols, perky pierced nipples and a little tattooed taut belly. Of course, as an Indian Corey slept with only his underwear on – a loose cloth leaving half of his small round ass out. 

Turning to look down at the white man he smiled playfully. "I don't want you to believe anything you won't. I see that you fit in more into the tribe with your sun-tanned skin and high cheekbones," Corey said with a pinch of adoration in his voice and blush over his own cheeks. Lowering his fair long eyelashes, he reached for the big hand and made Jim lay his palm over the middle of his chest. "I am real. My mother was a white woman, my father is also a half-blood. We found your horse. He led us to your unconscious body. I think the mayor’s men dumped you there to be eaten by the animals," he let Jim's hand go and looked up again into the hazel eyes. "We brought you here and will help you. You're safe here. You don't remember anything about the attack?"

Jim had to swallow hard again and this time not just because the gorgeous guy next to him revealed more naked skin as if he wanted to tease the sheriff, but because his palm could touch that soft skin.

Yes, Corey or Coyote or however he was called was indeed real. Just like the young sheriff's starting hard on.

Blushing deeper, he pulled his hand back, trying to comprehend what Corey was saying. The fact that his skin was as soft as it looked made that pretty difficult. Especially when his mind was flooded with all kinds of dirty pictures of this small creature writhing under him begging for... all kinds of even dirtier things.

From that all Jim reacted with a very clever "Huh?" and a "Thank you, I guess". Wow, this man was totally messing with his head. Or was it the headache?

Corey, not getting an answer, just nodded. Probably the headache. He, himself had to get focused too. Because his untouched body stirred alive and curious from that big hand touching his skin and the blush and very clearly sensible (and visible) signs of being attracted to Corey as much as the young shaman felt for the sheriff as well. 

"Headache first," he nodded and swallowed getting up in his underwear, which slightly showed off the interest his private parts found in Jim's closeness. But he went over to a big bag in the corner of the hut and fetched a bowl, packing it full with dried herbs. 

Feeling Jim’s eyes on his thick muscular thighs and tattooed legs… Probably on his half-covered butt too... He tried to keep the urges rising in him at bay. White men are different with such things... Or so did he learn... Thankfully his clothes were at hand’s reach. So pulling a long tunic over his body somewhat hid his erection... 

"This smoke helps on your head. Inhale it," he told Jim, pulling out a box of matches and smirked at the sheriff’s questioning look. "We too like things that make life easy. And are friends with many of the people from the surrounding towns," and with that he lit the herbs, offering the small bowl to Jim to hold and breathe the smoke in.

This man... Jim couldn't help himself and was staring at different parts of the very well-built body flaunting around him, making him feel even dizzier but more from lust now. He never felt such carnal lust for anyone before. Who was this... half-Indian? Damn, he had to stop thinking with his burning groin and pull himself together. Corey putting on some more clothes seemed to help on that a bit at least.

Jim watched him approach with that bowl and a bit reluctantly inhaled the smoke. He'd heard about drugs and was a bit worried this would make him feel even dizzier.

But it rather eased his headache and helped him focus. It also felt as if his mind was getting opened up and felt a bit giddy all of a sudden.

"No, I don't remember much of the attack. Just that a farmer asked for my help and when I went to check out the house for Indian attackers, someone hit me in the back of my head," Jim finally answered Corey's previous question as he inhaled the smoke a bit more then hummed. "It's already a bit better. Thank you. And you just surprised me with the matches. Friends with white men? Then Sid told me the truth about your folks... You like peace too?"

"Of course. The spirits will make things happen when and as they have to happen. And there are too many of you already to fight off our lands. Our Siouan brothers are learning that too. We want peace. But also not to be treated like lower beings. We LET you stay on these lands. And our tribe has many mixed breeds too," Corey explained on a low voice, watching Jim closely. "My father... the Chief... his grandmother was kept as a slave in a circus or what you call that..? Where they show all kinds of animals and people. She was taken forcefully by the white man and so white blood is in my father as well. Sidney we know closely. We already knew about your arrival. And the head hunter. Mick, the bear is friends with my father too. Here..." Corey offered Jim water "drink too. It's just water," he smiled reassuringly. 

That's when V-man called Corey by his name from outside. The shaman answered in Iowan language and the though-looking warrior appeared pulling the curtain away from the entrance. Saying some lines and pointing at Jim, who seemed to get pale again... 

"He is my guard. My father wants to meet you. V-man will take you to him."

Jim was listening to Corey, who was perfect in their language. But if he was truly whom he said he was, it was no wonder. Jim still had his doubts about this whole... situation, but if it was a joke, it would turn out soon.

"I'm sorry about the problems white men cause for you... To be honest, I don't like fighting either. It would be much easier if we could live along side each other in peace. But... I guess it's a naive thought from a young inexperienced 'Sheriff'..." he said, the last word coming off a bit as if he thought it was a joke about himself.

"Thank you again," Jim said, taking the water and when he saw it was truly just water, he drank some. Just to nearly spit the last sips out when that scary-looking warrior, "V-man" as Corey called him, appeared again with an even scarier expression on his face.

Jim was kinda glad that he didn't eat yet, because he probably would have even puked, not just get pale and uneasy. "You're not coming with us?" he asked on a tiny, high-ish voice, totally not 'though sheriff-like'. "I mean..." he quickly cleared his throat "never mind..." he grumbled and got up, leaving his long jacket and hat behind. He was still wearing his dusty pants, cowboy boots, white shirt and black west. All a bit crinkled and dirty from his unwanted journey.

With one last glimpse at the beautiful redhead, Jim sighed and left the hut. Just to be amazed by the sight – and also feel his stomach get heavy like lead. Because he saw dozens of huts and tents around with even more Indians, hounds and horses, children running around playing – and even staring at him along with some adults as he was led towards the hut near the center of the camp.

Jim kept swallowing hard, letting his long wavy hair fall into his face to kinda "hide" from the curious gazes. "Is it him?!" he heard a child asking his mother, pointing at Jim, but he didn't hear the answer or why the little girl was asking that, because V-man pulled the curtain to the side and nodded for Jim with a rough grunt to get inside. And he had no other choice.

His eyes needed a moment to adjust after the bright sunlight outside and when it did, he saw a probably short, round man sitting by a small fire, smoking a pipe. He had small but clear and piercing blue eyes, long brown braided hair and a beard in matching color. His skin was nearly as pale as Corey's – which was still strange to Jim.

Not knowing what to do now or if the chief would talk to him in English or not, Jim just stood there with wide hazel eyes, pulling on the hem of his vest as he cleared his throat. "Uhm... hello?"

"Sit down here," the chief waved at a place next to him by the fire. "Shawn is my English name. I am the chief in this village. And you are the new sheriff, Jim Sheriff, right?" the man spoke on a low tone, slow like someone taking his time to see the reactions of others while he speaks. Offering his pipe to Jim, he nodded to go ahead and smoke with him. "We want peace. And want to help keeping that. But first: you seem like a... Hmm how to say... Special kind of man…"

Good thing that Jim's eyes couldn't get any wider otherwise they would've popped out of his eye-sockets while listening to the chief. "Y-yes. I'm Sheriff Jim Root. Err... nice to meet you, Chief Shawn..." he answered and added 'I guess' in his mind.

But he moved to the spot where he was directed and sat down, taking the pipe. He took a drag, nearly starting to cough, but managed not to. "I want peace too," he hurried to state that too as he handed the pipe back to Shawn then frowned. "Special kind of man? What do you mean by that?" he asked quietly and very confused once again.

"Hmm hmmm..." Shawn just said that taking the pipe back and puffing a few times on it with a pleased expression. "My son took you to his private hut. He is like a... Holy man, so to say..." the older man turned his piercing eyes at Jim. "How do you like him? What do you think?" he asked, but with a strange warning or worrying tone in his voice.

"Holy man?" Jim asked back, figuring out that taking him to his hut was unusual or at least a big thing in this tribe. "Well, he was kind and caring with me. I mean... he tended my head wound and made me inhale some smoke to ease my headache. He was a nice host," he said, totally clueless of what Shawn really meant.

Shawn hummed some more. Total idiot… Even for a white man. V-man was right. But if the spirits want that… "And how do you find him as a man, Sheriff Root? You see... he is closer to the spirits. And have a soul that only searches for other males. He is our shaman too and sacred for what he is. You seem to be similar... So again, how did you like my son, Jim?" the Chief's voice was strict, just like his stare on the confused man.

Jim turned beat red within two seconds flat and was glad again for his long curtain of hair behind which he tried to hide, but he had a hunch that Shawn saw right through him. Into his very soul. At least that stern look and clear words suggested that.

"Err..." he stuttered, knowing that any bullshitting would be unwelcomed so he took a deep breath and started playing with the hem of his vest again. "Well... he's... handsome. And kind..." And pretty and perfect and the hottest man he'd ever seen. Of course he didn't say these out loud, but it was probably clear in his look and the way he got veeeery uncomfortable under Shawn's examining gaze. "He's... kinda my type, to be honest," he added barely audible at the end in fear that the chief would behead him or something if Jim didn't give something to him.

"Look at me," Shawn simply said low, offering the pipe to Jim to make him ease up a bit. "He is holy to us. And my son. He took you into his place because he can see and feel that you are similar, probably likes you too already. If you like him as a man, I allow it. For what he is, he is not familiar with sexuality or intimacy. He may confuse things if you’re not being straightforward. I want him happy. Only get closer to him if you mean it. We’re not forcing anything. But if you want to try... You may…"

Jim was speechless. He never had the chance to have a "meet the parents and have THE talk with them" situation. Obviously that possibility was unavailable for someone like him. Yes, he had lovers before, or just spent one night with some men in the past, but this was... completely different and new territory. Although he was still very confused about the whole situation and that's why Shawn's permission and what it implied came out of the blue for the young sheriff.

"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind," he said the only thing he could. These people were so different from anyone he'd met in his life so far. Jim felt like he did nothing but thank for their kindness and the way that they seemed to really listen and care about him even if he was a total stranger – moreover one of the white men who wanted their territory (and some even their lives).

"But... wouldn't it bother you that I'm the Sheriff of Iowa? I mean... that in itself would bring up a whole lot of problems – if I ever wanted to get closer to your son..." he looked Shawn in the eye, still uncertain but at least calmer now.

"Here are many mixed pairs. I had a white grandfather. And my woman moved here and we raised Corey in the village. As you are the Sheriff," Shawn gave Jim a short chuckle "right now you are dead for your town. The bad people there want to keep the war going between the white men and us. I and some friends are working on that. If we can fix it at all. And you and Corey getting close… that also strengthens the peace. My son is the next shaman. And our sacred man. And you're the sheriff. Both the almost highest of their people," the Chief explained leaving his examining eyes on the sheriff. "Our friend will arrive at sundown. He brings more news about the conspiracy. Now you can go with V-man, Corey will show you around a bit," Chief Shawn nodded.

"I see. If you put it this way, it makes sense. Not minding who I am," Jim murmured more to himself and tried to think through all the things he was told. At least his head wasn't hurting that much anymore and it was becoming possible for him to put things in order in his mind.

So this was truly real. Those men tried to kill him. And Jim was sure it wasn't the Indians like that farmer had told him. It was probably a trap and the guy was either bribed or threatened. He was barely there for a day as the new Sheriff and they already tried to kill him. That made his otherwise positive and hopeful spirit sad. It seemed his values were closer to these Natives’.

Also, Shawn's words gave him some other things to think about. Like... for the future. Was he going to stay "dead" here? Hiding from his duties and pursuing a promising relationship with the cute red? Or should he go back with Mick and try to find some proof that would reveal the conspiracy that made him end here in the first place?

Well, these were heavy thoughts on an empty stomach, so he just nodded to Shawn. "Thank you... for everything. I'll think about what we just talked about," he said honestly and already looking more serious and... kinda mature as he stood up and headed towards the entrance to meet up with V-man. And this time Jim wasn't that frightened of him.

***

Corey busied himself lost in thoughts. His father probably told things about him to Jim. And that made him feel uneasy.

Honestly, the sheriff seemed to be a clumsy dork. But Corey felt something deep inside him. Even beside the similar sexual orientation. Maybe when he gets back and eats Jim would be more at ease.

As if sensing the change in the sheriff, V-man didn't seem to give that much grief to him this time. He simply escorted Jim back to Corey's hut and stayed outside.

The sight that welcomed the tall man was... so very nice. Corey was kneeling by a similar small fire like in the chief's place, making some food – hopefully for him too, because Jim was starving. But... the more he watched the long-haired beauty there, the more he realized that there was a different kind of hunger awakening in him too.

Pieces of their conversation with Shawn came back to Jim. Like the fact that this breathtaking creature was untouched... A virgin. That... well... only added to the fire he seemed to feel whenever he set eyes on this young man – let it be right or wrong. Jim didn't really want to think into that. And what really blew his mind was that... he could "have" Corey, if he wanted. Or at least everyone thought so. But that wasn't their decision. It was Corey's and his...

"Smells good in here..." Jim said softly to draw the young shaman's attention to him. Then he walked closer, his long legs taking him next to Corey in two seconds. Then Jim just sat down and watched what the redhead was doing. "So... special men, huh?"

Corey couldn't help a little happy smile appear on his face and lighting up his almost glowing blue eyes when he looked at Jim.

"Almost ready. Then we eat. I have drinks... I'm a shaman, so allowed and can cook some herb liquor," he said a bit mumbling and blushed. "Yeah... I think my father spoke to you about that too," he looked up at Jim, directly into the color-changing hazel orbs as he spoke. "I am... what you call… gay…? Special man for Indians. More connected with the spirits. And what did my father bring up about that to you?" he asked. Clearly nervous about what his dad could mess up in his life based on Jim being almost surely just like him...

"Food and drinks sound just what I'd need at the moment," he said and to emphasize his words, his stomach grumbled in agreement, making Jim blush a bit, but instead of hiding behind his hair again, he brushed it out of his by then stubbly young face.

"Your father mentioned quite a few interesting things, yes," he admitted, not being able to look away from the blue eyes that seemed to captivate him like a mouse in front of a rattle snake. But this snake wasn't a deadly one – just very... very dangerous. Deep down Jim could feel that already. Yet... it seemed he was willing to walk into that trap.

"He told me how your tribe sees people like us," he said, answering the unspoken question about him being the same as Corey. "And that... how it's a big deal that you brought me here... and I have a feeling that the tribe itself is like... excited about that. Or am I wrong?"

Corey listened to this tall gorgeous man and he forgot to breathe even from the way the hazel eyes changed more green while he was speaking. So far from his answers the Indian made out that much that Jim was indeed like him, and maybe he liked Corey like the shaman liked him… 

"Yes... Only family and as you call it 'lovers' can sleep together," he added turning more red over his upper cheeks and somewhat his tattooed thick neck too. He rather started to portion out the food. "You see… I count as holy here. And another arriving like me is a big exciting thing," he said placing a bowl with sweet potato and pieces of meat cooked up together to a stew. 

The others in the village were exited over that maybe he, their shaman found a pair in the tall white man. But he kept that for now as he didn't want to pressure the man who seemingly could get nervous very easily.

A blushing Corey was just as good as a Corey with food. If not better. That was something Jim was thinking of, his eyes starting to fill with lust. For both. "I see. Well... it's not common for me either to meet someone like me... I mean... in the big city where I came from it was easier, of course. But still not that common. I had to actually take this position because of a rumor of me lying with other men. It's frowned upon where I come from. The rumor was true, though. So I became the new Sheriff of Iowa. On a gay horse. Which is just a plus," he outright giggled on that, still finding it hilarious.

"I hear... you never... I mean. You know... But you surely..." Jim tried to find the words, but failed so he rather took the bowl of food from Corey, trying not to shiver too much from the way their fingers brushed together.

"I never laid with no man or woman before," Corey swallowed from that electrifying touch and started eating. "You mean that, right? I've never been touched by no one. Never been close," he said looking straight at Jim. He thought the sheriff should know this for sure. He just felt it that he had to make it clear. "I kind of could feel your horse being what we are... He is wise and thinking fast and different. He is here outside too," he added in-between bites.

"So... You have been with men then. And know how…" Corey took a deep inhale of breath and blushed some more. "You’ve been kissing and was close to others. You never met your pair among them? Or it was just... 'sex' like white men have at the saloons?"

It was a bit surreal for Jim to be talking about sex with a virgin shaman in the middle of an Indian village while eating, but he chose not to be bothered by it. Because the more Corey talked between serious blushing sessions, the more Jim wanted to... kiss him... lay him down on the soft bear skin and show him things... do lots and lots of things to him. He's been with a virgin only once, but their paths never crossed afterwards.

Now, this mesmerizing man was giving Jim thoughts he didn't even dare to think of before. And all because he was what he was – and he was also untouched. That was messing with the young man's mind more than he cared to admit to himself. Corey would be... the perfect lover for him, because he could mould him the way he wanted. He could help him discover his desires and needs without any previous impressions or memories of another.

Prince totally forgotten from these lustful thoughts, Jim finished his food in record time. As he placed his empty bowl down, he licked his plump lips, eyes darkening some more. "Yes, I've been with other men. Some were just sex, some kind of relationships. But they lasted short. As I've said it's not easy to have such relations in the white men's world. I practically had to hide what I am. Not here though, it seems..." he said then as an experiment, he reached up with one hand, lightly sliding his fingertip down on Corey's bare inked upper-arm. "You know... I could teach you. If you want. I mean... I'm obviously attracted to you already. Never been to anyone this strongly. Do you find me attractive?"

Corey listened to Jim very closely. Having mixed feelings a bit about the fact that the sheriff had experience. A lot as it seemed compared to Corey who’s never been kissed or been close to no one. 

"I see…" he only said that while putting his empty bowl down too. And watched as Jim was caressing his arm… And with that making his breath hitch and goose bumps appear on his milky skin. "I do. I find you beautiful and have feelings already that I never had before," Corey whispered with his fair eyelashes lowered a little shyly from the effect Jim's touch left on him.

The other man was watching every reaction Corey's body made to the touch and his suggestion. It seemed at least in this he had the upper hand. That felt kinda good after all the confusion and fear before. But now... now he felt in control and it was something he found joy in nearly as much as the shy young man's reactions and words.

"I think... you're breathtaking. And the fact that no one touched you before like this..." here he slid that hand up to the side of Corey's thick tattooed neck to caress his nape and his pulse point under his thumb. He could feel how crazily his heart was beating already. "It excites me..." he admitted, licking his lip again.

But also Shawn's words were ringing in his ear about having to mean this if Jim tried to get closer to his son. "You have to know that I don't want to exploit you being inexperienced... I don't want to hurt you. I can feel that... you're a good soul. That's how you say it, right? But I also can't explain or do anything about these... urges and desires your closeness awakens in me. I want to do..." he took a deep breath here, feeling his cock twitching alive very much interested in the situation "so many things to you... Let you taste and feel on a different level," he said, not knowing exactly where these words were coming from, but he meant every one of them. "But... how about a drink or two first? It might put our minds more at ease... help us relax a bit..." he suggested, although all he wanted to do was pull Corey in for a passionate kiss. But... Jim didn't want to scare him off with coming at him too strong. He was an innocent boy, after all. He'd have to ease him into things if they were really going to try this.

"I... I want to too. Feel you close to me and touch me and share these feelings with you," Corey whispered closing his eyes and maybe moved his head towards Jim's hand on his nape. 
All that fire he felt inside just from that touch and the topic they’ve been talking about. He could feel how the nervous sheriff got more in control and dominant and that seemed to fuel those flames awakening in him as his body started to react to everything in a very new and exciting way. 

"Yes. I can drink those because what I am. It does ease the mind," he said meaning the strong herb liquor the shamans used to open up their mind and being more easily to the universe. He was taking deep breaths to clear his dizziness while he brought the leather tube with two small cups and offered to Jim to pour it out.

"Good..." Jim nodded then swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving Corey's form as he fetched the tube for them. Jim took it and with a surprisingly steady hand poured for both of them then he raised his cup like white men do for a toast. "To new beginnings then. And for your father not to take my scalp for any reason," he even chuckled a bit with a wink to help the clearly a bit nervous shaman relax.

Well... the liquor certainly tasted like herbs, leaving a nice taste in Jim's mouth. But it was also damn strong. Just what they needed. Smacking his lips together he hummed. "You make this for real? This is very good."

He was already pouring a second round for them, his own cheeks starting to burn from the alcohol in the brew. It was nicely warming up his insides and to make sure it lasted, he sent the second shot down too, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Now that's what I call a good drink," Jim winked at Corey again. "So tell me... do you know anything about sex at all? I mean... how one gets intimate? Especially how it goes among men?"

"Shamans learn to do this, yes. Have other kinds for stomach and pain. With different herbs. This is just like for… like when your people drink whiskey," Corey said drinking the strong brew like water, clearly used to it. And as Jim was over two cups, Corey had his third that finally painted his cheeks and cute pointy ears with some more color. 

"Among men and women some things. They make babies and share their feelings and needs. We say errr... an expression like 'cuddle' that's how we call sex. As kids we peeked at the pairs a few times. But I know nothing for sure, only the basics from the older ones," Corey said already sliding closer to Jim from the urging need to feel the tall body close to his.

"That's very useful..." Jim said, but understandably he was more focused on the fact that Corey was sliding closer to him, looking so damn adorable with the rosy cheeks and curiously shining eyes. But Jim could see the desire deep in those insanely blue orbs too. A desire he could only share as it was burning him from the inside more than the drinks.

"It's okay. I'll show you with time..." Jim promised, feeling even more in control from the strong drinks as they relaxed and kinda opened up his mind some more. He knew on instinct how to stroke along Corey’s back a few times before sliding his big hand back onto his nape, practically cradling it in his palm and long fingers.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me..." Jim murmured, eyes fixed on Corey's tempting glistening lips and he finally gave in to his urges to taste them.

Leaning slowly forward gave Corey plenty of time to change his mind and pull back, but none of that happened. Finally Jim could brush his lips against the soft ones, pressing just a small and gentle peck on them. He checked Corey's reaction through half-opened eyes, but when Jim saw no objection, he licked along the seam of his mouth. "Part your lips a bit so I can slide my tongue into your mouth and meet it with yours. I'll show you the way from there..." he asked hoarsely.

Corey was dizzy with lust and eager to try and learn anything this alluring man wanted to teach him. 

The way Jim touched and caressed him took his breath away again. Maybe it will be like that after a while too…? Corey hoped there will be a 'while' too. His kind thought of relationships differently. But he was not naive or a fool and knew the habits and ways of white men in this too.

Feeling Jim holding his head and getting closer to him had such an effect on the young Indian that he feared his heart would explode in his chest. The touch of those damn full luscious soft lips made him want more… So to chase the taste of Jim's tongue and kiss he did as he was told, and flicked his own tongue to meet Jim's, a low weak moan bursting out from his body.

Jim wanted to praise the young shaman for how he was responding, but he was too lost in tasting that eager tongue. He took control of the kiss and deepened it, turning it passionate and nearly possessive. His other long arm wrapped around the small body to hold him closer while his tongue was discovering every part of the other man's mouth.

This was so good. He was familiar with these kinds of situations, which gave him confidence and also grounded him some. But what he wasn't prepared for was the effect Corey would have on him.

It was... overwhelming and so exciting that he was already rock hard in his pants.

The thirsty kiss eventually ended though and they were panting for air, Jim's thumb stroking along the wet bottom lip amazed and a carnal lust in his eyes. "You're a natural in this. Never had such an amazing kiss in my life..." he confessed, sliding his big hand down from Corey's thick throat to his chest to rub a pierced nipple through his tunic. "How do you feel? What do you want me to do? Because... I'm dying to touch you... intimately..."

Corey felt light-headed like never before from no plants he ever took as a shaman. 

Jim felt amazing and the kiss and his embrace melted Corey to the very bone. Not to mention that it affected his private parts like no dirty thoughts of anything ever.... It all felt… 'natural' as Jim said. So right and like he was born to be here with this man and do this with him. He wanted it so much. Wanted him...

"I…I feel like being on fire... Feels so good…" Corey closed his eyes and moaned loud from the rubbing on his sensitive nipple. "Do that. Touch me... I want to feel your skin too… It's so beautiful…" Corey touched his fingertips to Jim's sun-kissed neck in adoring amazement.

"Good boy..." Jim murmured, not being able to hold back phrasing him like this. Corey was so young-looking and innocent, it was blowing his mind.

"I want nothing more but for you to feel good. Did you ever touch yourself for pleasure?" he asked lightly sucking on Corey's pierced earlobe while his hand slid lower, finding its way under the soft clothes of the other until his long fingers could touch that hot and silky skin.

Corey’s moan mixed with a blissed out whine and he panted with closed eyes, already so, so lost for this tall man he couldn't even think straight. 

"I did. Yes…" he breathed, his own hand sliding lower and popping open the buttons on Jim's vest and stroked along his still shirt-covered chest. His soft pink lips found Jim's neck and planted small kisses on it and his dark-blond hair too.

"Good. I'll do the same with you then... I can feel how you want it..." he moaned from the kisses against his tanned neck. "Just... Let's take some clothes off first. Your skin is so amazing..." Jim murmured and helped Corey pull off his tunic so only the undergarments stayed on him. His lips latched right away onto the tattooed skin of the warm chest while his hand slid under the loin cloth to free the hard flesh of the young shaman.

Moaning from his taste and scent, Jim quickly licked his palm then wrapped his long fingers around the velvety shaft to slowly massage it. "Let me know if something feels wrong..." he whispered then sucked a pierced nipple into his mouth, wanting the boy to enjoy this just as much as he already was.

Corey could only mumble something in his native language as his body was trembling hard from the way Jim was sucking his nipple and was stroking his pulsing cock. 

Everything just felt so, so amazing and right and made his blood turn into fire and want more. Feeling more of Jim and be more close to him. He started to understand now what the older ones meant by 'becoming one' with their pair... He wanted that now more than anything and to make Jim feel as good as he did. 

Opening his eyes he pulled back a little and with fast fingers peeled off Jim's vest and shirt to feast his eyes on the taut chest and his itching fingers started roaming on the tanned skin. He opened the sheriff’s pants too to caress the velvety underbelly. 

"It all feels good and right. I want to make you feel good too…" he whispered while his hips started to get alive as well and kissed and softly bit down his way from Jim's long neck till his collarbone and chest. He had never done anything like that, but the soft bites felt natural to do for him.

"Do what feels right. What you think I'd like..." Jim murmured hoarsely, a couple of soft moans rumbling through his chest that was being pampered by the curious young man. 

Meanwhile his own hand never stopped slowly stroking Corey, making his grip harder around him when Jim felt the light bucking of the other's hips. To that he twisted his palm on Corey's tip too, smearing the pre-cum down on his shaft.

"Your cock is beautiful... so hard and long... and I love how it slightly curves," he praised him as he opened his legs a bit wider so Corey's hand had more room. Jim could feel his own hardness wetting his underwear at the tip of his hard shaft and he went crazy to feel that small but strong-looking hand on him too. "You can touch me like this too... I'd like that a lot," he said with pure lust in his voice and eyes.

Corey forgot to breathe once again. Jim's words and long fingers felt so, so good. Much better and different from when he pleasured himself. Much more arousing and the scent of Jim and his excitement filled his nose. 

His hands moved as if on autopilot and his fingers opened Jim's trousers and smeared the pre-cum around the hard cock-head. His lips found Jim's big nipples and sucked on them in turns while his fingers kept exploring the other man's hard and long shaft.

The young sheriff let his head fall back, brown hair cascading down on his long back from the move as his nipples started quickly hardening from Corey's lips. The moan was probably louder than he intended, tipping off V-man about what they were doing inside, but he didn't care or mind. All his attention was on the shaman now.

He just... couldn't stop touching him or letting him touch different parts of his body. That small hand on his aching shaft... that was something out of this world. And he had to look down to take a peek of that pale fist around his oozing hardness. "Twist it a bit on your way down... like this..." he showed what he meant with his own hand on Corey's cock. "Your hands and lips are amazing. Keep going and don't hold back..." he encouraged him with soft words. To be honest, Jim couldn't wait to do much more to the boy, but this probably will be enough to process first.

Jim's body seemed to be just as responsive as Corey's to the other man's touch. It was insane and made the shaman turn into a shaking puddle of lust. 

Peeking out from under his heavy eyelids, Corey watched the way Jim's fingers massaged his curved shaft. Mirroring his moves the Indian thought it would be a good game to do exactly what Jim was doing to him. He moved to sit opposite Jim. Face-to-face and moved his face to the left side of Jim's neck, giving the sheriff access to his own left side. To be closer to him while stroking each other's cocks, he put his opened thick thighs on top of Jim's and his free hand never stopped touching the light brown skin as his panting got ragged and his hips kept bucking into Jim's fist, feeling very close to bursting.

A deep moan tore itself out of Jim as he felt those thick muscular thighs on top of his, loving how much closer Corey got to him and also his weight on his lap. Goose bumps kept breaking out on his pampered neck and his own lips latched onto the thick neck too to suck his marks up on it in their mutual lust for each other.

It was crazy and overwhelming. The grip around his leaking cock, the sharp teeth torturing his neck, the other hand stroking and gripping his skin time after time...

When he felt himself getting close to his release, he moved his mouth up to Corey's pierced ear. "Release for me. Let me see your pure pleasure..." he panted and pulled his head back a bit to be able to look at the red beauty on his lap, his long arm went around the small body to hug him closer to him. "Let me see..." he repeated hoarsely and hungrily.

Feeling being pulled to the bigger body made the shaman whine and moan out loud. Maybe even bit down on Jim's neck a bit harder too... 

The demanding voice was oil onto his inner fire that started to consume him with every hard twisting move of Jim’s hand. His head fell back and he moaned with an open mouth. His body was trembling wildly and his hips kept moving as his orgasm took over his body and he released his seed in thick jets into the gripping hand as he cried out long and growling. And pulling with a hard death grip on Jim's cock in his rapture.

Dammit! Those guttural and animalistic sounds that the boy was making were going to be Jim's doom. He himself was gasping and moaning from the stronger grip around his pulsing dick, but his whole attention was on watching this wild creature bucking on his lap in pure ecstasy. Only if he did that on his cock... But... hopefully that will come soon too, because... he wanted that so badly now that he saw and felt how passionate and responsive this man could be. Damn. He was perfect.

With that thought Jim kept squeezing the precious fluid out of the shaman's spurting cock and then his own joined in, doing the same as he groaned a few times, his hips bucking into the fist around him. On instinct his arm pulled Corey even closer so he could passionately kiss him through their orgasm.

Twisting his hand again and again on the pulsing cock, Corey put his other hand around Jim and kissed him back rough and passionate, feeling how much more he wanted already.

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