His name was Danny. He was and I was only . We had gone to the same school but never actually talked to one another while in school. The first time we talked was weeks after I found him on Myspace. He was back from college for his summer break and I was going into my senior year of High School. Danny wasnt a very out person, his friends knew but that was it.

It was during the week when Mark and me had met up at a childrens indoor play gym called Funtime America to hang out and get to know each other a little better. I had met Mark about a week earlier at the restaurant called Dennys in East Brunswick. Mark had been my waiter and after flirting a little we had exchanged numbers and had plans to talk later in the week. Mark wasnt actually my type but when some one needs a booty call, they need a booty call. Mark was a fem as they say; he carried himself in a feminine manner and by just talking to him you knew he

It was the first month of college. I had decided to go to college in Boston, Ma. Instead of staying in the home state of New Jersey. It had been the third day of classes when I first ran into him. His name was Robert, I just called him Rob. He only lived a few floors below me in the dormitory but I havent seen him in any of my classes, which later I found out was because he was in

I remember the day like it was yesterday. I can still smell his sweat lingering around the house as if he had just been here. I never changed the sheets from that day because it was a day I never wanted to forget. A day I hoped to see again soon. It was just so perfect, the wine, the weather, the music. I remember hearing him sing while he showered the next morning, sweet soft notes coming from such perfect lips.