Me and My Best Mate’s Dad: He Claimed Me as His Own Private Cum Slut

By Tosh Turner

Terry and Peter are two students sharing a cheap apartment close to their university. Terry is a man-catcher, a player; getting his hands dirty with all the good looking male students that he can. But Peter is straight; a one-girl-one-guy type who is constantly complaining about his flatmate's dirty deeds.

Then one day, Peter's dad, Dan, a mature, hunky ex-military man, who has a habit of letting himself in and crashing for the night after boozy drunken nights out with his bar mates, surprises Terry, almost catching him in the act with one of his  latest 'sex-conquests'.

Dan tells Terry that he's heard all about him, his playing around, his sex games, and Terry, worried that it might get back to his strict parents, decides to turn on the charm and give the older guy a special time, a treat to keep him quiet; hot, nasty and sleazy, rough and tumble, man-on-man sex.

Best selling erotic author, Tosh Turner with another explosive, explicit sex-feast graphically written to arouse and satisfy. Detailed, hard and explicit and aimed at broadminded adults and over 18's only. If you are searching for real Gay hardcore, you just found it. One handed reading guaranteed. Scroll down to order now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: Oct 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393453048

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Me and My Best Mate’s Dad

He Claimed Me as His Own Private Cum Slut

Alright, alright, get up, I said, poking at the bare shoulder next to mine. The guy groaned into the pillow, hiding his face and I could hear the muffled curse as he woke up. The sun shone in through my bedroom window, already too high for this early in the morning. Come on, I said, giving him another shove before climbing out of bed. It's time for you to go.

The guy finally moved, rolling onto his back to crack an eye open at me while I searched the floor for a clean pair of boxers. It was difficult to find a pair, clean or dirty, with all the clothes scattered around. I wasn't even sure how many of them even belonged to me.

Why? the guy asked, I'd never even bothered to ask his name the night before, but it didn't matter given that I'd probably never see him again after this morning. Your regular boyfriend coming over?

I half-laughed, tossing what I thought were his pants at him. They weren't mine, I knew that much, but that didn't bother me. He pulled them off his face with an unimpressed look before rolling out of bed and started to get dressed.

Boyfriend, yeah right, I said, grabbing a shirt that I didn't recognize and handing it to him.

This isn't mine, he said, eyeing the red striped shirt disdainfully. You should give it back to Waldo.

I shrugged. I didn't have time to search out his clothes from the mess of jumbled rags on the carpet. I just needed him to get out. He found his own stuff eventually, despite the way I waited impatiently, on purpose, continually glancing at the clock and then through the window at the sun outside.

What's the big hurry? he asked as I looked at the clock again.

Nothing, I replied. Just time for you to go.

He eyed me for a second and then shook his head; rolling his eyes and yanking open the bedroom door. It wasn't far from my room to the living room and through to the front door in the small apartment, but I glanced around quickly to make sure the coast was clear. The guy was halfway to the front door when someone else spoke. My flat mate, Peter.

Good morning, Terry.

Wincing, I turned to face him, sitting at the counter, a cup of coffee in his hands. He smiled at me and then at my guest. I didn't reply, grabbing my bed-mate from the night before and practically dragging him the last few steps to the door.

Bye, thanks, I said as I shut the door in his face without any