Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2008 12:11:00 +0200
From: Frank Carter <frankcarter07@gmail.com>
Subject: Can this be real chapter 3

Hey guys and thanks for all the mail and the encouragement. I really
appreciate it.

Again, this story has nothing to do with the real life of Cristiano Ronaldo
or any other celebrities mentioned in this story.

If you like the story or want to send some suggestions my way, you can send
it to frankcarter07@gmail.com


CAN THIS BE REAL 3


Long after Cristiano had left, I still stood at the lake, reliving the
amazing kiss that he gave me. What was it with me, I mean it's not like I
have never kissed anyone before! Maybe because this was the first man that
I had ever kissed, really kissed. I reached into my pocket and took out the
photo of Cristiano shirtless. My breathing got heavier by the second as I
took in those sculpted abs and tanned torso. This body belonged to the guy
who kissed me a few moments ago...

As I got back to the house I saw Cristiano standing in the kitchen,
stirring a spoon in a cup of coffee. He looked up as I entered. Suddenly
the budding friendship that was kind of starting between us was strained. I
simply did not know what to say to him. I turned away but then I heard him
call my name. I walked over to him and sat down.

"Listen, Tyler im sorry that I did what I did. I just wanted to thank you
for all that you have done for me. I don't know what made me do it."

"It doesn't matter, Cris. I...I didn't mind it at all...I mean I...I don't
know what I meant but...Cris, have you read those papers that I gave you?"

"Yes, I did. I can't believe it. What I don't know is why I can't remember
any of that. Im a footballer? Manchester United? I don't even remember any
of the other things that those papers are saying."

"Cris, the night you arrived here, you had an accident and you hurt your
head against you car's steering wheel. You must have amnesia. Look, im
taking you to the hospital, I should have done that immediately..."

"No! I don't want to!"

"Cris, what the fuck? You are world famous man! Why do you want to stay
here? You can go back to Manchester and be a footballer, earn millions and
have lots of babes hanging around you! Why in the world wouldn't you want
that?"

Cristiano was silent. I have never seen him like that. Somehow I got the
feeling that I had hit some or other nerve. He stood up and walked out of
the door, closing it behind him. I didn't know what to do anymore.

I sat alone in that house until five in the evening, when I heard the door
opening and Cristiano walked in. He sat beside me and when I turned to face
him, I could see the signs of dried tears on his face. Why I did it I will
never know but I put my arm around him and pulled him towards me. He leaned
into me and layed his head on my chest. I stroked his back while we sat
like that. I could feel the muscles in his back and I started to get boned
against my will. His scent was driving me wild and, being seventeen, my
hormones were all over the place.

"Why don't you wanna go back?" I whispered to him.

"Im scared, Tyler. I don't know what I want. You and your father have been
so kind and nice to me...I have been outside all afternoon, just
experiencing the fresh air and all the freedom and peace and I feel like I
can stay here forever."

"Do you really feel that strong about this?" I asked, while still stroking
his back.

He lifted his head off my chest and looked straight into my eyes. His hand
traveled upwards and came to rest on my cheek, placing his palm against my
skin.

"What do you think?" he whispered and then, once more, I felt his soft lips
against my mine. I pulled him in closer and deepened the kiss. His hands
was all over me and I could feel his need to feel some release. I pulled
away from the kiss and embraced him.

"You better not regret this after we're done, Cris."

He kissed my neck, leaving me groaning for more rubbed my chest.

"Why would I want to do that?"

Once he said that I was like a man possessed. I reached for his shirt and
pulled it over his head. I almost passed out from the sight. Looking at a
picture you get off the internet was one thing, but nothing came close to
the real McCoy. I ran my hands all over his stomach and he groaned
something in Portuguese. My went dowm on him, licking and kissing his
tanned chest lovingly, all while knowing that I was doing this to the one
and only Cristiano Ronaldo. He held my head while I kissed down his chest
and finally reached his abs. I rested my head for a moment on his sixpack
before I buried my head in them, kissing each and every one of his pecks
while he kept moaning words in Portuguese. I could feel his rock hard
manhood against my arm and I couldn't wait...

I heard a car outside. My father was home.

"Shit! Get dressed, man!" I screamed while throwing his shirt at him. He
got dressed, but pulled me towards him and kissed me again. He looked deep
into my eyes and pushed his forehead onto mine.

"Please don't let me go. I don't want to. Know you know why."

He walked over to my dad and helped him with his bags. I couldn't believe
what had just happened. I have never in my seventeen yeard of living had
any thoughts about being with a guy, but Cris was...a living Eden. I walked
over to my room and got into bed until my father called me for
dinner. After dinner I got a call from Kathryn.

"Hey Tyler, you have got to come over, here is something you have to see."

"Cool, im om my way."

"Yeah, oh and under no circumstances bring Cristiano with you! Bye."

Before I could ask why, the line was dead.

I told my dad I was going over to Kathryn and then I left. She waited for
me at the door.

"Tyler, this whole thing has gotten way out of hand. Come look at this."

I followed her into her bedroom and she pointed at her laptop's screen.

"Read this."

Once I started to read my heart lurched in my chest. My mouth was dry.

RED DEVILS STAR MISSING

The Manchester United top scorer of last season, Cristiano Ronaldo has
reported missing by his teammates and manager, Sir Alex Ferguson. The
Portuguese international has not pitched for training in the last three
days and he was no where to be found. This is a serious problem for the man
who desperately wanted to join Real Madrid in the summer, only to stay at
Old Trafford after months of speculation. If any person has any details of
where Ronaldo may find him at this moment, please contact the Manchester
Police station immediately. As the football...

I stopped reading and walked over to Kathryn's bed. I layed down and slowly
started crying. Kathryn frowned and sat beside me.

"Tyler...I don't get it, what's wrong?"

I couldn't stop crying. I felt this hole in my stomach like acid burning me
deep inside. I thought about what happened this afternoon and I know this
was the beginning of the end. Nothing could come of this. Nothing at all. I
had to get home. I rushed out of the house and jumped into my car. This had
to be sorted tonight, even if I die of pain in the process.

As I reached my room, Cristiano was reading one of my books, which he put
down when he saw me. He stood up and came over to me. He put his arm around
my shoulder and kissed the top of my head. I embraced him, and I thought in
my head how this must look. The footballer and the farm boy. I let him go
and sit on the bed, and once more the tears started to flow. Cris sat next
to me and held me in his arms, but again I tried to get away. He looked at
me, clearly confused.

"What is wrong, Tyler?"

"Cris, don't get me wrong, I really loved what we did ths afternoon and I
love feeling your hands all over me and kissing you is awesome, but don't
you get it? We have to stop this! This can't go on, man! I was just over at
Kathryn; there are stories about you being missing in every newspaper in
the country! Do you have any idea how lucky we are that may father does not
read newspapers? If he knew what was going on here..."

Cristiano sighed and got up.

"I told you that im just a bother. I'll be out by tomorrow."

"Cris, no! I love you...Shit..."

Cristiano turned around and stared at me as if seeing me for the first
time. He mumbled something in Portuguese and walked out of the room. The
tears started flowing once more and I fell on my bed, crying. What the fuck
did I just do? I love him...I...I really did love him.

The following morning as I woke up Cristiano wasn't in the room and I went
to look for him outside. I found him at the lake, looking out over the
clear water. I came up behind him and placed my hands around his
stomach. He leaned into me and sighed. I turned him around and kissed him
with so much pent up passion that I actually felt light headed.

I heard a noise at the gate and I released him.

"Stay right here, don't go anywhere, okay?"

"I won't, sexy."

I smiled shyly and kissed him again before walking the long path over to
the gate. I squinted my eyes against the sun and saw a smart looking
sportscar standing at the gate. I opened it and walked over.

"Can I help you?"

"I hope so, mate. Im looking for this man, have you seen him here? I have
very accurate information that he was seen driving in this area a couple of
days ago. He is a friend of mine. Here is a photo."

The man handed me the photo and I almost pissed my pants. I had a feeling
that this might happen. I knew that I was about to break my heart myself
but I couldn't go through with this. I loved Cristiano too much.

"Yes, sir. This man has been staying here for the past couple of days."

"Mate, are you serious? Look carefully."

"Im not blind, mister. Im telling you that Cris...Cristiano is here. Come
on, follow me."

The bald headed man climbed out of his car, still not seeming to believe me
and followed me to the lake. This was it; this was goodbye to the first
person that I have ever truly loved.

Cris walked up to me as he saw me coming but stopped when he saw the man
behind me.

"Cris! Fuck mate, what the hell are you doing here? Thank God you're okay!"
the man shouted and embraced Cristiano, who looked at me as if I knew what
was going on here.

"Sit, I think I gotta tell you that Cristiano has some form of amnesia. He
heavily knocked his head against his steering wheel. Since we are so far
from a hospital here, my dad and I took him in, but he hasn't regained his
memory. A Friend of mine recognised him, although I didn't as I don't watch
football. Everything he does know is what I printed for him off the
internet."

The man turned back to Cris, who honestly, looked scared.

"Cris, come on man! It's me, Wayne! You don't know who I am?"

Cris slowly shook his head and then walked over to me, taking my hand. That
was the most wrong thing that he could do as this Wayne guy looked mad as
hell.

"Oh, I see what's going on here. You think that you can take advantage of
Cris here. Let me tell you, Cris is like my brother and I will not let you
corrupt him so that you can get your hands on his money. Cris, come, I'll
take you home."

"No."

"Sorry?"

"I am not going anywhere with you. Im staying here and if you, who ever you
are don't like that then you can go."

Wayne Rooney's fists trembled, so angry he was getting but he nodded and
walked over to his car. I shuddered when he turned around.

"You better move to another city because when the press hears about this,
you are done for!


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