Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2010 07:01:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Ryan White <ryanstories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adventures of Chicharito

Hello friends. With the amount of georgeous talent these days running
around on the football field, i just had to write something about two of
the most sexiest, young footballers that i have ever come across. I have
had the pleasure of meeting Gareth Bale before, and he is just so humble
and down to earth. Im looking forward to meeting Javier Hernandez, or
Chicharito as he is affectionately known to his fans, but i have to tell
you, i can't wait for that. Even more so, i keep praying that he takes his
shirt off at the end of games, but still no luck.

If you want to contact me and have a little chat, you can find me at
ryanstories@yahoo.com

Please remember that this story is made up and not real!

Chicharito and Gareth Bale

What a fantastic game for the neutrals to watch! Manchester United vs
Tottenham Hotspur was always going to be a nail biter, but with the events
happening near the end of game it was made all to absurd and unreal for the
most loyal of Spurs supporters. Manchester United had taken the lead
through Nemanja Vidic and was in complete control of the game, until the
Spurs keeper Gomes made a complete and utter fool of himself in
underestimating Nani's skill and set of mind to score the decisive second
to win the game for the Old Trafford faithful. This was all too much for
some of the Spurs players including the before mentioned Gomes, sexy left
back Gareth Bale and even manager Harry Redknapp. Bale sat in the dressing
room, failing to notice his team members almost breaking the walls with
their incessant screaming and shouting. Ever since Gareth and David Bentley
had broken up, Gareth had not had any sexual relief except for the use of
his hand. His slick 8 inch cock glistened in the moonlight as he jerked off
the previous evening. But it was not his ex that was on his mind. It was
infact one of the Premiership's newest and, truth be told, most beautiful
talents. 22 year old Javier Hernandez, or as he was known, Chicharito,
meaning the 'Little Pea.' He could not get the young and virile Mexican out
of his mind. He was just the meaning of the word innocent, with his young
and slender frame, passing and dribbling the ball with this excellent speed
and determination, already scoring 6 goals for United this season. Gareth
came out of the dressing room, fully dressed and walked over to the players
lounge. Peter Crouch and Tom Huddlestone was waving him to come over.
Knowing that he was the cream of the Spurs crop at the moment, he smiled
his sexy smile and walked over to his teammates. Suddenly he fell to the
ground in a massive collision with someone. Gareth sat up, thinking firstly
of his humiliation of slipping in the players lounge infront of everyone in
the room, but then he discovered that slipping was the least of his
problems. He was wet of his waist down and whatever is was, it smelt like
alcohol. He looked next to him and there layed...fuck! None other than Mr
Chicharito Javier Hernandez himself, looking all dandy and handsome in just
a plain red Manchester United hoodie, white shirt underneath and blue
jeans, which was also soaked. Immediatly Michael Carrick rushed over to
help Chicharito up from the floor and he asked whether or not he was
okay. Gareth heard laughter from the bar and saw Rafael van der Vaart and
Roman Pavlyuchenko almost choking on their drinks from struggling not to
scream with utter amusement. Gareth angrily stood up and walked to the
restrooms to get cleaned up. Shit, Hernandez's teammates rushed over their
own feet to help him, but his teammates are laughing their motherfucking
shit off! As he entered the restrooms he took one of the serviettes on
offer and started wiping his shirt dry. No matter how hard he tried, he
would be able to dry his shirt but not get rid of the alcohol smell.
Somehow he was a little dissapointed...he didn't think that Javier
Hernandez was a drinker. He slapped his head with his hand in frustration.
Fuck, he had nothing on Chicharito, he had no reason to think anything or
expect anything from him. Gareth threw that paper down in anger. After
David Bentley, he didn't think that he could ever find another male
attractive again. But then he saw the little Mexican and he felt his heart
soar for the first time since the break up. When the door suddenly opened,
he jumped with fright for being in deep thought and watched in awe as the
very same Chicharito entered the restroom.

"Hey man, i thought that you were inside here. I just wanted to apologise,
i really didn't mean to knock into you like that."

"Oh yeah, you just thought that you would spill fucking alcohol on me to
even further humiliate me after you guys cheated your way to victory today?
Fuck you, man!"

Gareth was furious but he also fell victim to the oldest trick in the book
when it came to taking attention away from yourself, and that was to attack
the player that he found so fucking georgeous and beautiful, and he was
standing right here before him. At the moment that cute smile of the the
Little Pea was non-existant.

"Im sorry, okay? It was really just an accident. I'll leave you to it."

"Javier?"

Chicharito turned around and looked Gareth in the eye. The latter felt his
voice dissapear with those eyes looking right at him. He fidgeted with his
shirt, still smelling of beer and stretched out his right hand, a symbol of
making peace.

"Im sorry for treating you like this. You have no idea how it feels to have
the entire team build around you each and every game. People expect you to
deliver like you are some kind of fucking superhero and when you don't they
turn on you. It just gets too much sometimes and then stuff happens like
this afternoon when Nani scores a crap goal like that. But anyway, im
sorry."

Javier smiled up at Gareth and shook his hand aswell. Both players felt
electricity run through them as their hands met eachother and in some kind
of odd way, embrace eachother. Chicharito looked scared as emotions went
through him that he had never felt before. Gareth's chest began to slightly
shiver as he smelled Hernandez's aftershave and cologne that he had on.

Javier looked up towards Gareth and his eyes reflected what he was feeling.
He gently, ever so slowly and with no small amount of fear lifted up his
hand and brushed it through Gareth's jet black hair. That was it. Gareth
leaned in and kissed Javier Hernandez slighty on his soft lips. Javier
pulled back at once and fled the restroom. Gareth stood still, like nothing
had happened, and realised just what he had done. Javier was gone.


Chapter 2 is being written as you read this.