This edition of Craig Chats is a little different. It's a cover reveal and an excerpt of his upcoming book That Time I... Survived My Teens! It's actually a biography and as you'll see in the excerpt, he gets personal throughout. At the end there's a giveaway so be sure to enter.
That Time I... Survived My Teens
Author: Craig Barker
Cover Artist: Craig Barker
As the party spun on, Justin and I ran into Callum, (a guy I’d blown a few weekends prior) and the three of us made our way into Jenn’s little brothers’ room, where a straight couple were already mid-coitus in one of the twin beds.
We took to the single bed at the opposite side of the room and began fooling around. Justin pulled out a gargantuan packet of condoms that unraveled to the ground, and the “who goes where” debate began.
My position was obvious; I’m an exclusive bottom that’s never felt a need to stick my dick in anything. Don’t ask me why because I honestly don’t know. I’ve just never been aroused at the thought of putting any part of myself in any part of another person; it’s hardwired into me and something I consider to be a part of my identity, as much as being gay is. I’ve always known this about myself, too, giving me an unshakeable sense of confidence in the bedroom.
I made it known to both of them that I was going to be at the end of this three-person train, and they argued among themselves who got to be in the middle. In the end, Callum and I got into the missionary position, and Justin got behind Callum. I don’t remember how long it took us to decide that, but I know it was long enough that I wasn’t as excited as I should’ve been by the time I felt Callum pushing into me. Regardless, it was fun…
Until it wasn’t.
Somewhere between the pornographic moans of the couple next to us, and the slapping of sweaty balls on smooth skin, Justin pulled out of Callum and yelled—
“What the fuck!”
This startled me, but there wasn’t much I could do seeing as I was pinned to the bed with a guy inside me. (Not to mention I was about five thrusts away from finishing)
Callum paused mid-dive, turning back to look at Justin with a baffled “What?”
“You dirty bastard!” Justin squealed in his flamboyant voice. “You’ve shit all over me!”
I don’t know if it was the comment itself that caused me to burst into laughter, or if it was the other couple erupting first, but I couldn’t contain myself. I howled louder than anyone in that house moaned, and I still had Callum inside me. In fact, Callum would remain inside me for the entire argument that ensued.
That’s right, I spent the majority of my first threesome laughing beneath two men as they argued, with a straight couple to my left and the pungent smell of shit permeating the air.
I wish I could say this is as bad as it gets, but we’ve only just begun.
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