Boyfriend Goals

by Riley Hart

A really hot guy who wasn’t irritating and didn’t make strange sex noises and didn’t want me to ask him to do what he was already doing.

Ketchup was the worst. Who could eat that stuff? I got it on my hand once as a kid. I swear I nearly died.

Pleasure was basically the best thing ever, next to not wearing pants.

I don’t fit here either. I might never fit anywhere.

They assumed there was something wrong with me when there wasn’t. Neurodivergence wasn’t wrong…just different. But not once so far had he made me feel that way.

Something’s telling me I’m home, so I need to remove them, but it’s strange because I’m not home. My boxes are getting messed up, and I don’t like it.”

You’re my best friend…and we’re really good at it, Gideon. We’re bestie goals, but I’m also really interested in your cock.”

I think as a society we put too much emphasis on physical attributes and how much someone weighs.”

Whoever the baby was, they would let their parents know one day if they were correct.

“Gideon stares at you like he’s lucky to even be in your orbit, Milo, like if you leave a room, you’re going to take everything good with you. Like maybe he doesn’t know how he ever survived without you.”

“Rachel said you look at me like you want to eat me alive. I figured that could be just because of the sex we have, but then she also said you seem lucky to be in my orbit, and something about how when I walk out of a room, everything good leaves with me, which is crazy talk. I don’t know how I could be that special, but then I was curious, and I wanted to see, but you just appeared normal to me. Then I was sad because…well, because I feel lucky to be in your orbit every time I’m around you, and when I’m not with you, sometimes it feels like I’m not complete.”