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Becoming Cristiano’s Underwear (inanimate)

In several cities around the world, gay men were suddenly going missing. I was the twenty third. 

I vanished when I met Cristiano Ronaldo at the gay bar downtown. It had taken persuasion from my friend to so much as go, but now we were there, sitting in our booth totally spellbound by the fact that Cristiano himself was standing at the other terminate of the bar, swarmed by fans and a number of gay men desperately seeking his attention. I had heard rumors, of course, about the football superstar’s sexuality, but it seemed bizarre he would in the public eye make an appearance in a place like this. Everyone would know he’s gay in the second if pressurize got out. But he was grinning as if nothing verb that mattered, letting the desperate queens squeeze his biceps and run their hands along his huge thighs. 

It was then he looked at me from across the room. Right into me. His grin widened and he began to push through the crowd right towards me. It seemed impossible,