Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2010 07:01:20 -0800 (PST) From: Ryan White 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.