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Olympic Gold Metal
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

Two Olympians with more than gold metals on their 
minds. (MM, no-sex)

***

Dear Mike,

Last night was fantastic. I think of you often. I can't 
sleep for wanting you and hope you feel something for 
me and like me a little at least. Sincerely, 

Kurt

When Mike read the note, just before he went to 
breakfast, it made him glow inside and the colors 
around him seemed more intense. Suddenly being in the 
Olympics was something to be savored and no matter how 
he did in the competition, he'd have the pleasant 
memory of Kurt. He thought he'd better keep his head 
and concentrate on the figure competition, but without 
missing out on the excitement of just being there. 

People who'd drawn numbers before him were completing 
their first figure and Mike laced his skates carefully, 
thinking of every element of the back-change loop he 
had to skate as his first figure. When he got on the 
ice, he looked at the sparse audience, some of whom 
were spectators who couldn't get tickets to the free 
skating, and had to settle for watching people trace 
figure eights. Mike would have felt a little sympathy 
for them ordinarily, but his mind was on the back 
change loop figure only.

Mike thought of Kurt for a second, and took a deep 
breath before stepping on the ice. He didn't have 
anything to lose really, he was "just one of the 
skaters people don't notice," he kept telling himself. 
The first figure was skated and he knew it was good by 
the look on his coach's face. It was ranked 7th out of 
the 22 skaters and coach Pudesco was beaming as if Mike 
had already won a gold medal. The next two figures were 
more characteristic and pulled his overall score back 
to 12th place, but he couldn't help feeling overjoyed 
that there were 10 skaters behind him. 

His forte was free skating and the short program was 
the next day, and if skated well, would surely position 
him in the top ten. Walking down a dank hallway toward 
the locker room, Mike felt a hand touch his shoulder 
and looked over to find Kurt at his side. Kurt put both 
his arms in a bear hug around Mike and lifted him up 
off his feet saying "way to go!" "Put me down you 
animal," Mike said laughing. Arms around each other's 
shoulders, they headed down the hall together.

At lunch in the dining hall, they found a corner table 
with some Russian cross-country skiers who didn't speak 
any English or care about meeting them. "I got your 
note," Mike began slowly, as he watched a look of 
anxious anticipation come over Kurt's face, "and wanted 
to thank you," he continued, as he put his hand under 
the table and pet Kurt's inner thigh causing Kurt to 
smile at first but then frown as he realized he was 
getting a voluminous erection. 

Kurt grabbed the hand and said, "Stop that, or I'm 
going to make the table go up, you know with my dick." 

Mike laughed and thought of the table rising toward the 
ceiling. In the raucous clatter of the dining hall, 
they talked about their families and childhoods. Mike 
was surprised that Kurt had grown up as an only child, 
and not surrounded by friends, but still alone, like 
he'd been in Lake Placid.

Back in Kurt's room, Mike sat on his lap and they 
kissed affectionately as he eyed a clock on the table 
for a moment. Mike had practice in a short while and 
Kurt had his first race that evening, the first of 
three. Both wanting to conserve energy, they stopped 
feeling each other's bodies and just looked into one 
another's eyes, satiating an emotional thirst they'd 
both suffered from. Mike broke the silence with, 
"What's it like having such a huge cock?" as he placed 
his hand on Kurt's growing crotch. 

"Ha, I don't know, it has always been with me... what's 
it like having such blue eyes?" Kurt countered, 
touching Mike's cheek bone and mimicking the same tone 
of voice Mike used in his question. Mike noticed his 
eyes in the mirror and although he liked their blue 
color, he saw nothing special in them. However, other 
people, even passers by, often found them startlingly 
blue and some even thought he had a special power to 
see things, like a seer might.

"For speed skating, my dick is no good," Kurt began, 
wrinkling his brow and reflecting on it for a moment as 
if it were a serious philosophical question, "it is 
like a suitcase I have to carry between my legs and it 
not helps me to skate. I think all the best speed 
skaters carry small baggage," he added. 

Kurt had often felt insecure about himself because some 
men would look at his crotch before they would look at 
his face. On the street, he wore pants that were baggy 
so people would not stare. For speed skating, he found 
all forms of athletic support to create a cramping 
feeling and early on he discovered the only solution 
was to wear nothing at all under his tights, although 
even that was not completely comfortable. So it showed 
more -- he knew he was envied and it's no different 
than a girl with big tits -- sometimes there's not much 
you can do to hide.

Kurt's first race, the 500 meter, was not his best 
event and he finished in 7th place which was 2 places 
higher than he expected since the American seated above 
him fell, having had to cope with news of his sister's 
death earlier in the day. Dan Jensen's family tragedy 
helped Kurt's place standing. Kurt's best event was yet 
to come and he knew he had a remote chance at a medal, 
he just didn't want to think about it too much, there 
were many factors. He wanted Mike to be there and since 
it was 3 hours before he had to skate his short program 
in figure skating, Mike agreed to come.

"Kurt looks so hot in his green skating tights" Mike 
thought as he watched Kurt nervously waiting for his 
race to begin. He was one of the last to skate and but 
when the gun sounded, he exploded off the starting 
line, a little out of control at first. Mike felt as 
though he were inside Kurt again, as much as he did the 
night before, only this time he was skating for him. 
When he crossed the finish line his time flashed on the 
board and he'd won the bronze medal. 

Kurt was ecstatic and enthusiastically extending his 
hand to skaters who wanted to shake it. The Austrian 
coach was in tears since it had been several years 
since Austria had won any medals in speed skating. Too 
far away from Kurt to get down near him quickly, Mike 
was stuck up in the stands while the last few skaters 
finished the race. At the medal ceremony, the silver 
medal winning East German looked sad in contrast to the 
smiling Kurt, who looked like he'd just won five gold 
medals instead of a bronze. 

The medal ceremony wasn't shown on American TV, since 
an American didn't win a medal, and it took some fancy 
camera work for Kirk's dick not to dominate the screen. 
Kurt was looking for Mike in the audience and finally 
their eyes met, Mike biting his lip with excitement and 
joy for Kurt, and partly in anxiety -- his short 
program was only a few hours away.

Many European newscasters and journalists were very 
much interested in interviewing Kurt, and Mike had to 
fight his way through the throng to shake his hand. A 
German reporter asked Kurt a question and Mike slipped 
away to head for dinner, so he would have energy to 
skate the evening's short program. He met Nelson in the 
dining hall and told him about Kurt's bronze medal. 

Halfway through his meal of turkey tetrazini on toast 
points, Kurt came swaggering in, accompanied by a few 
Austrian and German speed skaters who were basking in 
his limelight, hoping some good fortune would rub off 
on them. Winning the bronze medal puts an athlete in 
the statistics books but it doesn't mean any riches in 
product endorsements. Many skaters wouldn't be happy 
with anything less than gold. "Where did you go?" Kurt 
asked Mike when he finally located him. Mike explained 
that he didn't think Kurt would get away for hours with 
all the fans mobbing him. 

Kurt grabbed Mike's arm and lead him into the bathroom, 
where he turned and put his arms around his neck, 
kissing him without regard for anyone lurking in a 
toilet stall. "I love you Mike," he said without 
hesitation. 

"Oh come on Kirk," Mike said holding himself back for a 
moment, wanting to believe he meant it, "that's just 
the bronze medal in you talking."

"No, no, no, nein, it isn't, Kurt said convincingly, "I 
love you and I want to have your baby," he said as he 
grabbed Mike's crotch. They both howled as the sound of 
their laughter ricocheted off the tile walls. They 
returned to the table happy, looking like they'd both 
won the Olympics.

In contrast to the simplicity and excitement of the 
race for gold in the speed skating oval, the atmosphere 
in the Saddle-dome was thick with tension for the men's 
short program. Brian Orifiz hadn't kept skating for 4 
years, since his second place finish in the last 
Olympics, only come in second again. He kept pacing 
back and forth, walkman playing his therapeutic 
distraction music. 

Boichaser had the lead after figures and everyone who 
had seen his sensational short program in the U.S. 
Nationals knew he could conceivably do it again and 
cause the final long program to be a heated face-off. 
The focus was heavily on the two Brian's and Mike and 
other skaters felt relief that they didn't have the 
extra pressure of publicity and expectations.

Mike was the 4th skater of the evening, as he skated to 
the center of the ice, feeling unreal at the wave of 
applause that greeted him, mostly from Americans who 
considered him one of theirs even though he represented 
Venezuela, knowing that he grew up in the U.S. The 
sound of Ravel's Daphnis and Chloe Suite No. 2 filled 
the arena as Mike closed his eyes and concentrated on 
the sequence leading to his first jump combination. His 
turns felt smooth on the newly cleaned pristine ice 
that had not been chewed up by skaters before him. His 
triple jump combination made the audience gasp as he 
threw the second jump way into the air and seemed to 
hang in space for a few seconds before landing. 

However, a triple Loop is only of moderate difficulty 
in the array of skating tricks and unless he jumped ten 
feet off the ice, it would never compare with the 
triple Axels of the top skaters. While entering one of 
his camel spins, the audience held its breath as he 
stumbled by catching a toe rake in the ice, but 
recovered sufficiently to execute the spin well. A high 
death drop and it was over. Waiting for his marks, he 
stood in front of a TV camera and as the first set came 
up, all hovering in the 5.0 range for technical merit, 
the audience booed. 

When the artistic impression scores flashed on the 
board, the audience's reaction quickly changed as he 
received all 5.7s for artistic impression, except for 
the American judge who gave him a 5.6. Mike felt like 
jumping up and down when the high artistic scores were 
displayed but instead tried to smile in an acceptable 
way for the millions who might be watching on 
television, if it were being shown live. 

As he was leaving the arena on his way to the dressing 
room, Coach Pudesco's arm around his shoulder, Mike 
could hear Dick Button's voice mumbling in the 
background as another skater was ready to begin his 
program. JoJo Starcluck, pair skater from back in the 
early 70's, stop to congratulate him on his way down 
the hall, and told him perkily, "and you made live ABC 
coverage Mike!"

An hour later, in the final group, Boichaser and Orifiz 
came out and skated spectacular routines to remain neck 
and neck going into the long program the following 
evening. Mike was 8th in the short program which 
brought him up to 10th place overall.

"I wish it was over," Mike told Kurt when they reached 
his room after the competition, "I'd be happy to finish 
in 10th place overall" he thought as he sighed and 
thought how glad he was not to be one of the Brians. 
"When are we going to have a chance to sleep together?" 
Mike asked Kurt in a plaintive tone not expecting an 
answer. He knew that it would all be over for both of 
them tomorrow night and they could start enjoying the 
Olympics and each other. Mike walked Kurt out the door 
just as Nelson was coming in to go to bed.

Nelson's regular breathing during sleep soothed Mike as 
he listened to it, still wide awake at 2 a.m. He 
couldn't get the idea of doing a quadruple jump out of 
his mind. No skater had ever landed one cleanly in 
competition, although Boichaser had tried in the past, 
and he was known for doing them easily in practice. 

Only one skater in the competition was attempting one, 
a Canadian boy who was not in the running for a medal 
therefore had nothing to risk. In practice a few weeks 
before, Mike had landed his first and only quadruple, a 
quadruple toe-loop, and he thought of the furor that it 
would cause, if he, a nobody in 10th place, landed one 
in the Olympic finals. After deciding to talk it over 
with coach Pudesco in the morning, Mike finally turned 
over and went to sleep.

"Sure, if you want to try it, go ahead, why not, but 
only if you feel you can do it," Pudesco said, 
scratching his head in delighted amazement that his 
black sheep Venezuelan might rise to the occasion and 
go down in skating history. Pudesco knew better than to 
try to hold a bucking stallion by the reins and so far, 
Mike had already done better than his highest 
expectations. 

Mike did not try the quad in practice that afternoon 
saying that it might make him change his mind, and 
after all, he didn't want to injure himself trying 
something new in practice. He hurried off to watch 
Kurt's final race. Kurt placed 12th in his last race, 
but was happy. His times were good, and he had a bronze 
medal. Only a small proportion of Olympic competitors 
go home with any medal.

"Well Liebchen," Kurt said to Mike before going to his 
seat in the athlete's section of the arena, "I love you 
baby, and I'll wait for you by this door over here," 
Kurt said pointing to an exit door. Mike was on his own 
now, this long program would be his last hurdle. 

There were 2 groups of six skaters that went before him 
and he wanted to watch a few of the first skaters, just 
to get a feel of the full arena. Kurt brushed past 
Dorothy Hambone on his way to his seat and she leaned 
over and said in a low voice "Is it as big as they 
say?" Kurt looked at her and whispered "you will never 
know" as she broke out in good natured laughter as he 
continued to his seat.

Backstage, the minutes dragged by for Mike as he 
started to think about his mother, and how he wished 
she were alive to be there to see him skate. Being gay, 
or being straight -- it wouldn't have mattered to her. 
She would have loved him as he is no matter what his 
sexual preference. Since green was her favorite color 
and she said it always looked good against his creamy 
brown skin, Mike wore green in all competitions. He 
thought about his costume, and smiled as he thought of 
Kurt in his green speed-skating tights, which of 
course, was the Austrian uniform in speed-skating for 
the Olympics.

The long program competition in progress, Mike went 
into the locker room and started getting prepared in a 
ritualistic manner. First taking his clothes off, he 
put on his special supportive underwear, green in 
color, so they wouldn't show through his green pants. 
The dark green silk shirt fit his body loosely, 
although it was held in by high-waisted pants which 
showed off his long legs and beautiful ass. He fastened 
the straps of his pants underneath his skates and 
headed out for the warm up, which was to begin in 
fifteen minutes. 

The skaters ranked from 6th place to 10th, on the basis 
of the combined score from figures and short program, 
were ready to take to the ice for their warm up. Mike 
had drawn numbers and he was second to skate, right 
after George Canby, the Canadian skater who would be 
attempting a quadruple toe-loop jump. Coach Pudesco 
arranged to tell Mike whether Canby had completed the 
jump successfully by giving him a hand signal as Mike 
came out to enter the ice. If Canby had made it, Mike 
didn't want to risk it. But if Canby blew it...

George Canby did not complete the rotations of his 
quadruple toe loop and the rest of his program, which 
included a bad fall, threatened to lower him from 6th 
place. Also in the next to the last group with Mike 
were two Americans, Paul Whileaway and Christopher 
Blowman, both excellent skaters, but it was Mike's turn 
now. An exchanged glance with Coach Pudesco, his palm 
turned toward the ice showed Mike that Mark had not 
completed his quad toe-loop. 

The audience roared as Mike skated to the center of the 
ice, waiting for his music to start. Kurt swallowed 
hard as Mike's name was being announced over the loud 
speaker, as Dorothy Hambone looked over at him and 
smiled, feeling delighted that she knew a secret, that 
Kurt was there to watch Nelson. It was written in every 
tense line of Kurt's face. A trumpet fanfare heralded 
the wide serpentine sequence of turns which led to 
Mike's first jump sequence, a triple-toe loop followed 
immediately by another triple toe-loop.

Dick Button had watched Mike do his triple toe-loop, 
triple toe-loop combination in practice and was 
announcing it to the audience, "You know Jim, this 
Venezuelan boy has a lot of style, but his technique is 
just not up to par with the top skaters...he will be 
opening with the same jump combination Debbie Tumors 
opens with in her long program and let's see how he 
does it." 

"Just imagine what Venezuela thinks of this young man, 
how proud they must be Dick," Jim said, reading from 
his script of mindless chatter.

Mike felt an enormous tension building in his legs as 
he made the turn from forward to backward in his 
approach curve for his first triple toe loop. The curve 
felt just right, fast, and he decided right there that 
if the landing on his first triple was okay, he'd throw 
himself into a quadruple with all his strength. Toe 
pick pole vaulting him neatly into the air for his 
first triple, Dick Button murmured "nice" into the 
microphone and then with a burst of energy, in attempt 
to get all the height necessary to complete all 4 
rotations of the quadruple toe-loop, Mike threw himself 
high into the air, pulling in his arms swiftly, and 
landed on one foot after completing all four rotations, 
the first person to do so in any competition. 

As he landed he knew he'd done it because the sound of 
his music had been replaced by a deafening roar coming 
from the audience. Like a tidal wave, he rode the sound 
into his next sequence which was a comparatively 
pedestrian double Axel followed by a flying camel spin. 
Dick Button stammered and stuttered for a few seconds 
until he realized fully what he'd just seen. "I don't 
believe it" he said to the live viewers at home, "this 
boy has just done something no one has ever 
accomplished, a quadruple toe-loop, and I didn't even 
know it was in his program!" 

"Not only did he do a quadruple toe-loop, he did it in 
the exquisitely difficult combination out of a triple 
toe loop... It was simply divine and totally unheard 
of, I mean never seen before... just gorgeous..." Dick 
continued, violating his self imposed taboo on using 
words like "divine" and "exquisite" in his commentary. 
Jim Macaw chimed in with an idiotic "but what does this 
mean Dick, does he have a chance for a medal?" As Dick 
was explaining that no, even perfect marks could not 
pull a person from 10th place into 3rd, unless the top 
skater did "very poorly, very poorly" Dick repeated as 
Jim said "very poorly" like a parrot in training.

Finally, after a minute into his program the din began 
to settle down and Mike found his place with the music. 
Several fans were still on their feet and Dorothy 
Hambone was clapping her hands and saying over and over 
to her husband, "I don't believe it, I just don't 
believe it!" Kurt felt a surge of excitement, brought 
on largely by the audience who was making more noise 
than anything he'd ever expected at a figure skating 
event, and realized that Mike had done something 
extraordinary in his opening jump. People around him 
were saying the word "quadruple" and Kurt realized that 
Mike must have done the first one ever.

Going into a triple flip jump, Mike became twisted in 
the air and fell off his landing edge, skidding on his 
ass toward the barrier. The audience "ooohed" in 
sympathy but he got up in one smooth motion, and after 
just making history in his triple-quadruple 
combination, he almost didn't notice he fell. Another 
slip caused him to double out of a triple Salchow and a 
minute later he did the same with a triple Loop.   

"This will effect his score," Dick said, still very 
excited about the quadruple, "but who cares about 
scores when you are headed for the history books." 

"I'll say," Jim chimed in, picking up on Dick's 
uncontained excitement. 

Mike ended his program with a well-centered scratch 
spin and the audience was on its feet. Taking several 
bows to the tremendous ovation, there was a delay 
before the next competitor could get on the ice, 
Christopher Blowman. Before leaving the ice, while 
taking his bows to a tremendous ovation, Mike held both 
his arms in the air and looked up to where Kurt was 
sitting and said to himself out loud, "I did it, I did 
it." 

Mike's scores were high enough to pull him into 5th 
place. After Brian Boichaser accepted his gold medal, 
he skated to the side of the ice where Mike was 
standing, and raised Mike's arm for everyone to see. 
Boichaser was quite a sportsman to relinquish part of 
his moment of deserved glory to an unknown Venezuelan 
competitor. 

In the news for the next few days, film clips of the 2 
Brian's would be followed by 10 seconds of Mike Velez 
performing the first quadruple jump in competition. 
"Mike Velez, the dual national Venezuelan who came out 
of nowhere to capture the spirit of these Olympic 
games" the announcer said, happy to have a sunny story 
to report.

Mike had to push through the crowd to get to the door 
where he knew Kurt was waiting. Finally he got up to 
him, through many people. "Look, I'll meet you back in 
my room, in an hour or so, when this is all over." Most 
of the reporters were gathered around Brian Boichaser 
but the people from the foreign press, as well as 
members of the skating world who couldn't get close to 
Boichaser, came up to get a look at Mike, and to 
congratulate him. It seemed like a dream and Mike, all 
of a sudden, wanted to be alone for a few minutes. He 
thought of his mother and what this would have meant to 
her.

Students back at Potsdam were planning a Michael Velez 
day while Mike's father was receiving calls from people 
he didn't know, asking for interviews. He hadn't even 
been watching the TV, as Mike suspected, but under the 
circumstances, realizing that his faggot son was a 
hero, he rose to the occasion and pretended that he had 
been following Mike's skating enthusiastically all 
along. Several people watching at the bar in Lake 
Placid, were surprised to hear that Joe Velez even had 
a son, let alone that he was now an Olympic record 
holder.

Nelson fell during his first downhill run and was 
almost happy he didn't have to finish with a time that 
was much slower than other competitors. He was anxious 
to get back to Aspen where his father had promised him 
he'd buy him a new sports car, no matter how he 
finished.

Spot lights glare on an empty patch of ice as Kurt 
emerges in a pair of white tights, a pack of white 
poodles scampering along at his heels. He circles the 
10 barrels that are placed in the center of the ice as 
the music builds dramatically. The poodles try to keep 
up with him but keep slipping. They take short cuts 
through the center, much to the audience's amusement. 

Then as Kurt takes his leap over the barrels, the 
poodles jump on top of them and hop from barrel to 
barrel to meet their trainer who is waiting to make his 
entrance behind the curtain. Trainer and dogs come out 
and the dogs perform a precision routine where they 
jump through hoops and over each other, and through the 
hollow barrels. 

A large hoop is set a flame and hung over the barrels 
as Kurt skates out again, lights lowered this time, 
spotlights causing the sequins on his black costume to 
glitter. A drum roll begins and Kurt jumps over the 
barrels and through the hoop, his three minutes of 
skating completed for the night, done for the salary of 
$35,000 a year.

Festive island music fills the arena as forty skaters 
come on in feathered South Seas-via-Hollywood costumes, 
shaking and dancing across the ice to the rhythm of 
jungle drums. A pirate appears and scares away the 
merry-making islanders, but soon he's challenged by 
Errol Flynn in the form of Mike Velez. After an 
extended sword fighting sequence, both men skating and 
skidding around the ice, Mike runs his opponent through 
at a climactic moment and skates a dynamic victor's 
solo as the islanders gyrate joyously in the 
background. 

The number has been carefully planned to bring the 
audience to a fever pitch for Mike's arrival, and when 
he skates, the audience swoons. Mike finishes his 
number to thunderous applause and heads for his 
dressing room to change into another costume for his 
final number of the evening.

The South American tour of Holiday on Ice netted twice 
as much money compared with the previous year, all 
because of Mike Velez. He took his already excellent 
style and turned it into something blatantly sexual. 
His acting ability to play macho roles to the hilt, 
rare in most male skaters, exuded a sexuality that 
drove audiences wild.

"We've got to talk about this," Mike turned to Kurt, 
who was peeling off his eyeliner, his part in the show 
finished for the evening. Kurt's contract for a solo 
act was not renewed for the following year since he 
refused to go to one of the European divisions and 
perform his barrel jumping act there, without Mike. The 
show offered Mike a raise of a hundred thousand 
dollars, making his yearly salary three hundred 
thousand, if he'd stay on for a second year and repeat 
the South American tour, where he was most popular. 

Mike didn't want to see Kurt return to Innsbruck, and 
he knew Kurt was getting a tired of barrel jumping. He 
wanted to find the words to tell Kurt that he wanted 
him to stay with him on the tour. "It's all because of 
you Kurt, that I had the guts to try a quad in the 
first place," Mike said. "You know," he continued, "if 
I hadn't done that one jump, I probably wouldn't have 
been noticed by anyone and if I'd gotten in a show at 
all, I would have been at the bottom of the barrel, 
making what Gina makes, twenty-two a year." 

Kurt sat listening, nodding his head, hoping to hear 
what he wanted to hear. Mike said in a matter of fact 
tone, "even for the three hundred thousand Kirk baby, I 
can't do it without you here." Kurt let his breath out 
in relief. "Okay then, I'll stay," he said.

During their second year in South America with Holiday 
on Ice, Mike was still a popular figure with the crowds 
that came to see the show, and many came specifically 
to see Mike Velez, one of their own, in the show. Kurt 
was happy, using his free time to read about the 
culture of the various South American cities through 
which they travelled. Even the dogs, now poodling their 
way around in a European tour, were happy, because they 
never liked sharing their act with Kurt in the first 
place. 

Mike and Kurt left the show a year later and bought a 
house together in Santa Fe, New Mexico, where they 
started a bicycle business.

THE END