"There must be a reason they call the rich filthy."
A quote by poor boy, Rox Forrester
When Dezi Falconi, a pampered rich boy, meets up with Rox Forrester, a savvy trailer trash hottie, sparks fly. Living on opposite sides of the tracks makes them an unlikely couple until Dezi gets a good look at Rox, and propositions him. Tired of being used as a rich man’s whore, Rox heatedly refuses the offer. When Dezi hears his tale of woe, he decides to help Rox financially, and eventually they fall deeply in love. Eventually Nick Falconi, Dezi’s father finds out about Rox. Nick is a powerful man, used to having anything he wants, and he wants Rox. This puts Rox in the middle of an impossible situation when he learns that Nick holds the strings to Dezi’s money. If Rox doesn’t leave Dezi and become Nick’s whore, he’ll leave Dezi penniless. What should he do? Submit to a dirty old man’s perverted desires, or run away with Dezi and start a new life—one that includes murder.
When Dezi looked over at Rox to see if he was moving fast enough, he melted at his “early morning look.” Early morning sex was his favorite because Rox was always warm and receptive to him, and could only imagine how good he would feel now. Wanting just a taste of that early morning magic, he leaned over and kissed him lightly, and said, “Good morning, you bum. Now, get up. Okay?”
When Dezi tried to pull away, Rox pulled on his waistband, and said seductively, “Where you goin’, stranger?” With that Rox opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick his lips.
“Oh, God,” Dezi said as he sat down and began struggling with his clothes. When he began moving backward to try and loosen them, Rox grabbed his waistband again and pulled him even closer.
“Call me trailer trash.”
“Call you…? You know what? You’re nothing but trailer trash. I wouldn’t touch you…” Suddenly Dezi felt Rox’s hands on his cock, and cried out. “Oh, God, what are you doing to me?”
“Giving you a good trailer trash jacking up, rich boy.”
For a full five minutes, Dezi endured the hottest jacking he’d ever had by the man who could do it like no other. He rubbed, he squeezed, he drew sounds out of Dezi’s throat he’d never made before, and to top it all off, he pushed him over on his back, and began sucking his dick and biting it as if he was going to have it for breakfast. Dezi couldn’t stay still. He saw stars. He writhed, bounced, grabbed the edge of the mattress, and cried out, “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!”
Finally, Rox moved upward, smoothed his hand down his body until the came to his ass, squeezed it, and pulled Dezi closer until their cocks met as he went feeling for his hole.
That was when Dezi knew that whatever was going to happen in the city would have to wait.
* * * *
Rox kissed him deeply, opening his mouth to plunge his tongue into Dezi’s mouth while he reached up under his shirt and found one nipple. When he pinched it, Dezi shivered and leaned his head back, giving Rox the opportunity to nip at his throat like a hungry vampire. And then with one swift movement, Rox pulled Dezi’s shirt open until the buttons popped off. He then tore at what remained of Dezi’s pants and plundered him brutally, going in and out like a soldier on the attack. Rox could feel Dezi’s cock, and it was ready to burst. He was just getting ready to give him some relief when he saw his briefs lying on the floor. They were rich boy’s briefs, made of something smooth like silk and decorated with a piping around the edges that looked like neon.
Rox laughed. “You wimp. You were wearing your rich boy’s briefs again.”
“What was that you called me?”
Suddenly everything changed, and Dezi came up off the bed in a fury, but he sat there motionless. As they sat facing each other, Rox whispered, “Do it to me, Dezi. I called you rich boy. You gonna put up with that?”
Dezi groaned with pleasure. He knocked Rox back down on the bed, anxious to have his cock inside him.
Rox began to fight and struggle. “Rich boy, rich boy, rich boy!”
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Dezi said, and pulled Rox sideways so that his ass was in full view. “You’ve been a real smart-ass this morning.” He then raised his right hand and slapped Rox’s butt. “Now tell me again. Who’s the wimpy rich boy?”
“You are, you bastard,” Rox said, his voice muffled by his pillow.
“Wrong answer,” Dezi said, and spanked him hard. He could feel Rox’s stiff cock pressing against his hand and jacked him while he played Rox’s butt like a pair of bongo drums. He slapped one cheek, then the other, and then both in sync. “Sometimes you need to be reminded of who’s the boss around here,” Dezi said.
“You are,” Rox said, closing his eyes wincing in pain while at the same time feeling a stinging, hot, and horrible desire for more spankings, and a bombastic orgasm.
Dezi slapped him a few more times, and then when the spankings were over, he sucked on his index finger then slid it into Rox’s hole and moved it in and out roughly, taking control, and making Rox surrender to him. Rox squirmed beneath him.
“Oh, God,” Rox gasped out.
“That’s right. I am your god, right? You worship me, don’t you?”
“I worship your cock,” Rox said. There were tears at the corners of his eyes, but his eyes were half closed while the passion of hell filled him.
Just then Dezi removed his finger from Rox’s ass. “Put it back, Dezi, please.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Dezi!” Rox cried out as he turned over, and winced as his tender ass hit the textured cover. “You aren’t going to leave me like this, are you?” He cupped his cock in his right hand as if to show him how he needed to come.
Dezi laughed. “Who’s the wimp now?”
“I am!” Rox said emphatically. “I’m a big pussy wimp. You’re the macho man. You’re the boss in this relationship.”
* * * *
Dezi looked down at Rox, noticing how cute, charming, and sexy he was. Who was he kidding? He was cock-whipped, and he knew it. He moved down Rox’s body and took his cock into his mouth. It felt so good, so right, he practically swallowed the whole thing. He felt the dickhead tickling the back of his throat, and began sucking…