#graves cries

Graves knew he fucked up.

He should've kept his mouth shut but brat inside him said otherwise.

Now he's sandwhiched in between two certain Vaqueros with no way of escape.

Alejandro had pratically bullied himself inside, shoving the fat head of his cock past Graves tight rim without so much as a warning.

Given the size of Alejandro's cock, it's no wonder Rudy sank down so easily onto Graves small prick.

He couldn't keep up with either of them.

Rudy rode him ferociously, living up to the Vaquero name as he rocked his hips, treating Graves like he were some wild stallion.

Alejandro was just as rough - purposefully nailing his prostate, with every other thrust just missing the bundle of nerves that made Graves' toes curl.

The overstimulation had tears pricking at his eyes as he tried desperately to keep himself from crying out.

"Ale-" Rudy grins. "Look...he's crying."

Alejandro gazes over Rudy's shoulder, brown eyes hazy as he takes in the sight. "Mierda."

Graves doesn't try to cover his face, he was too overstimulated to care.

He probably looked pathetic; tears streaking down his flushed face, skin red-raw from being man-handled into god knows how many positions, with cum smeared all over his stomach.

Maybe now they might leave him be; but he was wrong. Very wrong.

The crying only served to turn Alejandro on, the Colonel's hips thrusting eratically as he chased his own orgasm.

"He's...so...loose." Alejandro pants, a shit-eating grin on his sweat-soaked face. "Like he's...made...for taking it."

The way they were talking about him, like he was some mutt they were trying to fuck into submission, had him bucking his hips.

"Ah-ah-ah." Rudy chides, grinding down on Graves and holding his hips down with his weight. "We make the rules, cabron. Not you."

Graves whines, the sound escaping him involuntarily. As much as he wanted to escape the onslaught of stimulation, he can't deny the electricity coursing through his body whenever the two men boss him around.

Alejandro drops his head onto Rudy's shoulders with a groan, his hips stuttering as he nears the edge. "Mierda....fuck, so close..."

"Aww, you close already, mi amor?" Rudy purrs, his voice honey-sweet as he slowly pulls himself off Graves, only to sink back down a second later, the action pulling more moans and curses from Graves' lips.

Alejandro growls into his lover's neck in response, but Rudy just chuckles and nudges him off with his shoulder. "Ay, so pushy."

Graves is losing his fucking mind, watching the two vaqueros banter whilst he lies here squirming is enough to have him screaming out pleas. "Please, please-...fuck, please! Fuck me!" He can barely see a thing as the tears pour freely down his face.

"With pleasure." Rudy goes back to his original savage pace, as Alejandro thrusts with new-found vigour.

Graves cries out, his back arching off the bed as the pleasure overcomes him, shooting rope after rope of white, hot cum into the Vaquero still riding him.

A satisfied groan escapes Rudy, his head tilting back in bliss as his own mess decorated the man below.

"Gonna cum..." Alejandro mewls upon seeing both his companions utterly ruined, his hips losing their rhythm once more.

"Inside?"

Alejandro only has time to grunt before he paints Graves' insides white with a roar.