Superpride

Todd Sitting in a room and waiting for my therapist to talk to me wasn’t something I thought I would ever do. The air conditioning, comfy chairs, or the nice array of magazines could distract me from the knowledge that I was going to dump all of my baggage, trauma, and depression at whoever man, woman, or person decided to listen to. Or I could just say everything was fine and move on. Both were strong possibilities. Either my therapist would pity me and my situation, or I was just g

Barrett As if it wasn’t hard enough to lose all hope of ever reuniting with my parents, discovering my best friend was in the hospital should’ve teetered me off into complete despair. However, being with Todd, my boyfriend Todd, offered me a ray of hopefulness that everything would be alright, his hand holding mine affirming that. The doctor soon stopped by a door, which he opened before stepping aside for us to enter first. The room was spacious for a hospital, and I saw m

Todd “Happy Birthday. To. You!” After that last line, everyone in the living room started clapping as the birthday girl blew out the candles to her birthday cake. Someone then shoved her face into the pink confection, getting frosting on her nose and a roar of laughter in return. I chuckled at the merriment of the occasion, but inside I was a complete wreck. Two weeks have passed since I got fired, and Barrett hadn’t responded to my calls or text messages. I was really

Barrett My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it and tapped the green call button. “Hello?” “Barrett! I have amazing news,” Cynthia said with elation. “You have to sit down for this!” “D-Does it have to do with my mom?” I asked, hope erupting from my heart. “YAS!” I took Cynthia’s advice and sat down on the bench I was using to lift weights at the gym. I didn’t expect to get the news so soon and when I was in the middle of doing a set of barbell lifts. B

Todd “There’s a spill in aisle five. Someone clean it up. Now.” I looked from the box of tampons I was forced to restock again to see a coworker racing across the end of the aisles with a mop and bucket. When Damon was the one calling for a spill cleanup through the intercom, the cleaner knew he had to hurry or receive an unfair scolding by the manager’s grandson. A child’s crying then reverberated through the store, and I only had to guess where the spill came from. Out of

Barrett Entering the small coffee shop, I looked around the comfy looking venue that gave off cottagecore vibes with its antique furniture and a corner with bookshelves and seats nearby for reading. A wave of a hand caught my attention, and I saw Cynthia at the front counter. I waved back and headed towards her. “Hi, Barrett! Thanks for meeting me here,” Cynthia said as she handed a card to the cashier. “The coffee maker at the agency is broken, and I need my daily dose of caffe

Todd Not even ten minutes after checking my DMs on Instagram, I already received another three direct messages asking for my art to be displayed in their next art exhibition. Others I’ve gotten have also asked for commissions, and I was flabbergasted when a multimillion-dollar soda brand asked for my art as part of a new advertisement campaign. Who would’ve thought that submitting a sticker painting of the pride flag at a small gay bar would result in this kind of attention. I wasn’t

Barrett I barely got Todd into my bedroom before clashing our lips together and placing my hands on his nice ass in a tight squeeze. Todd moaned into my mouth as our tongues jousted hot, wet and messily. His lips on the sensitive area behind my left ear undid me as soon as his warm breath touched the skin. I was already rock-hard as I pushed Todd against the door, closing it the process. Breaking our kiss, Todd panted out, “Shit, Barrett. I need you.” I swallowed and said,

Todd The double doors opened, and the lobby of people started funneling through to the other side where the art exhibition took place. Barrett and I rejoined with our group before walking together. Nerves were roiling inside my body, but bubbles of excitement as we walked past the doors and entered the main attraction. The art curator definitely had an eye for talent as I gazed at the other masterpieces on display that ranged from sculptures and paintings to shadow art and motio

Barrett Last night was…damn. So explosive. Electric. It was so fucking enlightening; an experience that opened my mind to newly beholden knowledge. And that knowledge was that sex with men and with Todd was mind blowing. What I just described may have sounded like I was exaggerating, but those words perfectly captured what I felt when I was with him. I already knew Todd had more experience than me in the dating scene and presumably with sex as well. However, I was not prepared f

Todd I was working on the final touches to the templates I’ve been working on since noon in hopes that Barrett appreciated my help and that it would help him get closer to finding his mother. I didn’t know all the details surrounding Barrett’s life before he became friends with Anthony, but I heard bits of info over the years such as him being only five or six before he was taken into foster care. Also, the locket he always wore and fiddled with belonged to her as a kind of last meme

Barrett I parked my car in a large strip mall where the agency was located. I spotted the building that was between an Asian grocery store and a boutique and turned off the ignition. My hands squeezed the handle of the steering wheel as I continued to gaze at the building’s entrance, my heart squeezing inside my chest. I didn’t know why I was so nervous to enter inside. Perhaps I was feeling this way because I feared this agency would lead to another dead end, like numerous othe

Todd To say that I was nervous about my date with Barrett would be a massive understatement. I spent almost an hour just deciding which top I should wear and another two hours were spent cycling between pants and shorts and how I should style my hair. I kept waking Dillon in his bedroom for his opinion even though he was resting from his night shift plus overtime at the nursing home. After a pillow was thrown at my face, I then facetimed Channing who was more awake and helpful. He su

Barrett Thursday afternoon couldn’t come fast enough. Ever since chatting with Todd and asking him on a date on Tuesday, the only thing on my mind was, of course, Todd Miller. I tried to distract myself with work, but the week has been pretty relaxed so far, which was both good and bad. Because of the extra free time, my mind was busied about what to wear, what cologne I should put on, should I let a strand of my hair hang on my forehead like Superman, etc. I knew I shouldn’t overthi

Todd I grunted upon hearing someone knocking on the front door. I was busy, really busy actually, sketching art that was going to be exhibited at a local art gallery in a few weeks. I was still stunned that a very famous art curator, Nicholas Kester, would venture to a small art show in the gayest part of town to search for a promising artist to create art for his exhibition, and that I was fortunate to have been selected. Yes, the art show wouldn’t happen in more than a month,