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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