Date: Wed, 03 Sep 2008 14:54:03 +0000
From: hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: Better Than Gold Short Story

Both boys were seventeen years young and they had the same dream: to win
gold at the winter Olympic games.  They were both speed skaters, and both
had donned training skates before they could barely walk.

James Hardin was born in Montana, and Aaron Kyle was born in Colorado.
Both were surrounded by great skating rinks and top notch trainers.  Each
began competing at the age of seven.  Although they trained miles apart,
they often competed against each other and that's how they met.  They
became good friends and looked forward to seeing each other at their meets.
Nevertheless, on the ice, they each skated to win.  Over the years they
both scored a great number of wins, and each amassed an impressive quantity
of medals.

If they weren't in the same competition, like regionals, and one of them
won top honors, the other called to congratulate the winner.  They would
talk for hours.  Their parents literally had to grab the phones away from
them.

Oh yes, there was one more minor thing that they shared.  It was a secret
that each of them kept from the other.  They knew the secret could never be
revealed and never ever uttered.  They were both gay and they were
hopelessly in love with one another.  Every night, hundreds of miles apart,
they lay in their separate beds whacking off, and dreaming that they were
making love to the other.  Although their hearts ached, they could not
allow themselves to believe that their fantasies would ever be realized.

At seventeen, they found themselves competing in the Olympic Trials.  The
American team could only take five speed skaters to the Olympic Games. The
competitors raced in meets of differing meter lengths.  James excelled in
the longer races and Aaron excelled in the shorter sprints.  No matter what
the talents were of the five men selected, four of them at a time would
race in the various relays, and one would sit it out.

For the first time the two friends were not really competing against each
other.  All they had to do was take first place in any one of the events
and they were on the team.  Aaron was rooting for James to take the long
races and James was rooting for Aaron to take the shorter ones.  They each
desperately wanted the other to make the team so that they could go to
Copenhagen together.

They did just that.  When the committee announced the speed skating team,
five young men stood up and shouted, but in addition, James and Aaron
embraced each other in a bear hug.

They asked to be room mates in the Olympic Village and their request was
granted.  As soon as they unpacked, they checked the map that they had been
provided with.  They studied the map and located the practice rinks, the
competition rinks and most importantly, the dining room.

There was a big bulletin board at the entrance to the American dorms
designed to keep the athletes aware of their responsibilities, and the
assigned times for practice and training sessions.  The first order of
business was scheduled for 8 AM the following morning, and that was to be
rehearsal for the opening ceremonies.  The American flag bearer was to be
Jon Sorensen, a four time medalist in the winter games.

The boys, with map in hand, headed out to find the dining room.  It was
time for supper.  Then they intended to turn in and try to resolve their
jet lag.  Along the way to the dining room, they were joined by other
athletes from the United States and other countries.  Everyone was busy
shaking hands and making introductions.  The mood was friendly.  Political
differences were forgotten as new friendships were forged.

The menu offered a choice of chicken, meat or fish.  James and Aaron both
chose the chicken, only because it didn't look too different than down home
chicken.  While they ate, they traded jokes with each other and the other
athletes.  A couple of times Aaron gave James a friendly pat on the back.
Although he didn't reciprocate, James liked the feel of Aaron's pats.  They
were more like caresses.  In fact, the last time Aaron patted or caressed
James on the back, their eyes met and James's eyes said, `Gee, that felt
good.'  Aaron did not miss that look and said to James, "You know it's been
a long day and I haven't figured out yet what time it is at home.  What do
you say we turn in?"

On the way to their room, they passed the showers and James said, "Let's
shower tonight so we don't have to fight the crowd in the morning."

"Good thinking," Aaron answered him.  In their room, they stripped and put
their dirty underwear and socks in laundry bags that had been supplied to
them.  As much as each wanted to check the other out, they averted their
eyes.  They wrapped their torsos in large bath towels, and took one bar of
soap with them.  "We can share," James said.

They found themselves alone in the shower room.  There were ten shower
heads in a row, and they discreetly took a shower two or three stations
apart from each other.  Now they did indeed check each other out.  They
were both circumcised and about five inches flaccid.  It was nothing to
write about in the school newspaper, but at least they were about the same
size.  Needless to say, both had magnificent athletic bodies from all the
training and workouts.  James had the courage to say, "You're built like a
brick shit house, man."

"You're not so bad yourself," Aaron complimented him right back.

Whether it was a conscious or a subconscious act, no one could say, but
they teased each other by paying particular attention to their genital
hygiene.  That cleansing routine did not escape either's attention.

Aaron was struggling with his back and was tempted to ask James for an
assist, but thought better of it.  They dried off, wrapped themselves in
the damp towels and started back.

"Damn," James said, "we should have brought two towels, a dry one for
after."

"Next time."

Back in the room, they locked the door.  Aaron sat down on his bed and
watched James put on a clean pair of boxers.  "Er, I hope it won't bother
you," Aaron said, "but I always sleep nude.  I hate when underwear rides up
on me."

James started to laugh.  "I do too," he said, "but I was afraid it would
bother you."

"Hell no," Aaron answered, and James threw his boxers on a chair,

They shut the light and crawled under their covers. Aaron asked, "Are you
still seeing that girl you brought to our last meet before the Olympic
Trials?"

James shook his head.  "Nah," he said.  I'm always horny, but I get more
pleasure with my fist than with any girl."

"Me too," Aaron said.  "A school cheerleader practically seduced me one
evening, and I couldn't get it up.  Then the minute I got home, I whacked
off twice in a row."

James sat up in his bed.  "Hey man, when was the last time you whacked
off?"

"It had to be four days ago, before I left my house."

"Me too," James sighed.  "You have no idea how horny I am, or maybe you do.
Did you ever participate in circle jerks when you were a kid?"

"Sure I did.  What were your prizes?" Aaron asked laughing.

"We had two; one for the first to cum and a second for the guy who shot the
furthest." James started to laugh also, as he shared that last bit of
trivia.  "Hey man, let's have a circle jerk without prizes.  I am so
fucking horny, I'm afraid I'll cum when I put on that super tight skating
outfit."

Now it was Aaron's turn to laugh.  He got out of his bed and sat next to
James, making sure that their thighs were touching. James did not move away
from his room mate.  "Let's get started, man," Aaron said.  He lay back on
the bed with his feet on the floor and he started to stroke his rock hard
cock.  James did the same and as Aaron looked over at James, he noticed
that he was equally as hard.

They were only at it a minute or two, when Aaron reached over, pushed
James's hand away, and started to stroke James's cock.  "I'm sorry," he
said.  "I couldn't resist.

"It's OK," James whispered.  "Let me do the same for you.

As they were stroking each other, they began to moan softly and to breathe
harder.  Both felt their orgasms approaching and as they did, they turned
toward one another and began kissing.  The kisses became more and more
passionate as their orgasms went beyond stopping. As they came, their
tongues dueled, and they almost gagged on each other's saliva.

Most of their cum had landed on their chests, and they both started licking
up as much of the other's cum as they could.  They collapsed on James's
bed, and resumed kissing each other.

"I have wanted to do that with you, forever," Aaron confessed.  "It is
always you I dream of when I whack off."

"Me too!" James said.

"James, I'm gay.  I've known it for years now, and I've also known that I
love you."

"Me too," was all James could manage to say again, in utterly happy
amazement.

They went to sleep in one bed, wrapped up so tightly, it's a wonder they
could breathe.

"When did you first know you were gay, and when did you first know that you
loved me?" Aaron asked James while pressing his cock harder against him.

"Do you remember that meet in Dayton when we were about thirteen?  I won
the 500 meter and you won the 100 meter.  My race was after yours and you
came over to congratulate me.  But instead of shaking my hand you gave me a
great big hug.  Your rock hard cock rubbed against mine, and right then and
there I knew a lot of things.  First off, I think that's when I realized
that I was gay.  Second, I knew then that I was definitely in love with
you, and third, that's when I decided that I was going to spend the rest of
my life with you.  When did you first become aware that you were gay?"

"At least a year or two before that, but I think I loved you before I ever
realized that I was gay.  God, we have wasted so much time."  With that
they began to fall asleep, fondling each other's cocks and tickling each
other's ass holes.  Just as he lost consciousness, Aaron was certain that
he heard James whisper, "There is so much more I want to do with you.  I
don't want to leave any part of your body untouched and unexplored."
Smiling, Aaron fell asleep.

The rehearsal lasted until lunch time.  There really wasn't much to do.
All they had to do was to march in after the flag bearer and wend their way
to their assigned seats in the stadium.  One of the producers showed them
where to go.  There would be no rehearsal for the closing ceremonies.  By
then the competitions were over.  The athletes would enter the arena
randomly and sit wherever they pleased in the area designated for them.

After lunch, the real test began.  They reported to the practice rinks.
Before actually skating, their coach put them through some very rigorous
exercises, and then ordered them to the ice.

James and Aaron warmed up side by side.  They kept looking at each other
and smiling.  They were so obviously in a goofy mood, that the coach was
prompted to ask, "What are you two ass holes grinning at?  This is serious
business."

"We're just happy to be here and to have made it this far," James lied for
both of them.


As was expected, both boys made all the cuts in all the heats for all the
races they were entered in.  In speed skating the skaters don't skate in a
pack.  It's not a question of who comes in first, but who has the fastest
time.  The skaters skate two at a time, crossing each other's lanes at
designated intervals to assure equality throughout the race.

The first final was a 500 meter race.  Both boys were entered in this
competition.  Aaron skated first against a Canadian.  He started out like
greased lightening, but unfortunately, he began to sag after about 300
meters.  Still he made excellent time.  James skated against a Russian and
he didn't get really lubed up until after 250 meters.  In the last fifty
meters he emulated Aaron's streak of lightening, and he skated fast enough
to take silver, and Aaron took the bronze.  They hugged each other
unashamedly on the award podium and then shook hands with the Chinese gold
medalist.

Their next final for the Americans was a 1000 meter relay, which was
scheduled in the late afternoon of the same day.  Since each man had to
race 250 meters, the coach had Aaron sit this one out.  The American team
took the gold.  That ended the first day of competition.

Both boys were starved and ordered steaks that evening in the dining room.
They were invited to join some of the others who were going out on the town
that evening.  James declined, citing that he was racing the 1500 meters
individual early the next day.  Aaron said that he was skating the 100
meters afterwards.  Actually, they couldn't wait to get to their room.

Again they showered in the evening, and again the shower room was empty.
This time they showered next to each other and copped a grab now and then.
They helped each other wash their backs and had an opportunity to scrub
each other's balls and ass holes.  More of their fantasies were coming
true.

Back in their room, James threw himself on top of Aaron's naked body.  The
two friends kissed as their tongues flicked across each other sensuously.
James began to work his way down Aaron's body.  With each kiss Aaron moaned
louder.  First, James kissed Aaron's neck and then he worked down to his
nipples.  He tweaked Aaron's nipples with his tongue and his finger tips
and Aaron's moans grew louder.

He made it a point to avoid Aaron's cock, but he kissed his balls and
flicked his tongue across Aaron's crack.  He worked his way down both of
Aaron's muscular thighs and legs.  He sucked on every one of Aaron's toes.
Aaron's moans were becoming little screams.  Finally he cried, "You're
torturing me.  Please stop."

James then went right to his target.  He enveloped Aaron's cock with the
palm of his hand and started stroking gently.  Then he kissed Aaron's
engorged head very tentatively, gobbling up the precum.  He stopped to say,
"Oh honey, you taste so good."  Then he took Aaron full in his mouth.  His
tongue slithered up and down the shaft and across the head.  Aaron's whole
body was gyrating and he looked like he was in great pain. In fact, he was
writhing in uncontrollable ecstasy.  "Don't stop," he pleaded.  "I love
you.  I love you so much."

His warm sweet juices spurted into James's mouth and down his throat.  When
he came up for air, James pulled himself up and kissed Aaron, offering him
some of his own cum.

After Aaron recovered, he said to James, "You are so fucking good.  You've
done this before, haven't you?"

"No, I swear.  You are my first and you are going to be my only."  The boys
kissed harder and more passionately.

Then Aaron asked James, "would you like a blow job or would you like to
fuck me?'

James was quick to answer.  "I've never had either.  Let's stick to oral
tonight and tomorrow we can corn hole each other" Then he added, "If that's
OK with you, that is."

"You're a real jerk dude," Aaron chided.  "Whatever you want is OK with
me."  With that said, he lowered his mouth on to James's waiting cock.


On the following day, James was scheduled to race his longest race of the
games.  He and one other of his American team mates had made the cut to the
finals.  Aaron was not scheduled to skate the 100 until later that
afternoon so he was in the stands saying little prayers for both Americans,
but especially for James.

James skated first against a Japanese.  As usual, he started slowly,
conserving his energy, and after the first lap he was several meters
behind.  When he felt fully warmed up he made his move.  Slowly lap by lap
he began to close the gap on his opponent.  With one lap to go, suddenly
James opened up.  He put on a burst of speed that shocked the crowd.  He
left his opponent far behind, and finished the race at least five meters
ahead of the Japanese.

When all the races for the 1000 meter were concluded, James took the gold
and the other American took the silver.  James still had two more
individual races and three relays yet to skate.  With two gold medals and a
silver already under his belt, James was well on the way to becoming an
Olympic hero, if not a legend.

Aaron couldn't wait to get to the locker room to congratulate James.  On
the way, he saw that James and the silver medalist were being interviewed
by a CNN reporter.  He waited until the interview was over and joined them
on the way to the locker room.  Walking side by side with James, he put his
arm around James's shoulder, and he whispered in his ear, "This is how it
will always be.  You and I will walk side by side forever."  James turned
toward him and he had a tear in his eye.

"In case you didn't figure it out yet, I'm skating to win to make you proud
of me," James told Aaron.

Before they were aware of it, James and his team mate were being hustled to
the podium to receive their medals.  It was hard to say who was happier,
James or Aaron.

Later that afternoon it was James's turn to sit in the stands and silently
pray for Aaron and two other Americans who had qualified for this meet.
The 100 meters is a fast and furious meet.  It is over almost as soon as it
begins.  You need strength for a very short distance so you can go all out
and let yourself go.  There is no need to conserve energy, and no holding
back.  That makes it an exiting race and a trying one.  Many spectators
believe that the longer races tax the athletes and test their endurance
more than shorter races, but the short sprints are probably even more
grueling.

Aaron was skating against a Swede.  He had a magnificent start.  He looked
like a thoroughbred horse coming out of the gate to run one of the triple
crowns.  He took the lead quickly and never lost it.  When it was all over,
Aaron took gold and one of the other Americans took bronze.  Aaron broke a
world record, and he knew how he and James would celebrate this
evening. That would be better than any record or any medal.

That night in their room, James reached into his airline carry on bag and
retrieved a tube of KY jelly.  He showed it to Aaron and said, "I brought
it just in case.  You see, I was hoping."

Aaron was pleased but a little embarrassed, and he began to blush.  James
sat down next to him, and said, "You don't have to do this if you don't
want to, but I sure want you to fuck me."

"Of course, I want to, but it's all so new, you've got to cut me some
slack. Anyway, I have been reading a lot of male porn on the internet, and
I think I know how to get us ready.  Roll onto your stomach," he
instructed.  Aaron took the tube and squirted some lube on James's ass
hole.  He used one finger to spread the jelly inside.  After greasing
James, he asked how it felt.

"Keep that finger moving around in there.  It feels great."

Encouraged, Aaron started to insert another finger, but withdrew it
quickly.  He added more jelly and reinserted it easily.  James said, "It
hurt at first, but now it feels wonderful.  Let's try the real thing."

"OK. Get on all fours," Aaron instructed.  Then he lubed his cock and
positioned the head at James's hole.  "The porn stories always say that you
should push out like you are shitting," Aaron explained.  James did as he
was told and Aaron began his descent.  He had greased James really well,
and to his surprise he went in easily.  He pushed slowly until he was all
the way in.  James was moaning loudly, but Aaron didn't know if it was pain
or pleasure.  He was afraid to move and just lay there, doggie fashion, not
sure what to do next.

"Tell me what to do," he pleaded with James.

"Aaron, I can't describe how good you feel inside of me.  Just start
humping slowly and speed up if I tell you to.  When the time comes, empty
inside of me."  With much trepidation Aaron started humping.  He couldn't
believe how hot and wet James's ass was.  He knew he wouldn't last long.
He wanted to prolong his pleasure, but he also knew that the sooner he was
done, the sooner he would get to feel James inside of him.

Aaron increased his strokes in length and intensity.  Before he could even
warn James, he came with such ferocity that he wailed like a banshee and
then tried to muffle the sound to no avail.  He stayed inside of James as
long as possible and James was sad to feel him leave.  All the time he was
inside of James, he kissed him on the back of his neck, where James was a
wee bit ticklish.  When he was out of James, he rolled over on his back and
James did the same.

"That was awesome.  You're going to love it," James told Aaron.  But I want
to fuck you on your back so I can see your face, and kiss you when I cum."

Aaron was already on his back, so James placed a pillow under his buttocks
and inserted first one, and then two lubricated fingers into Aaron's ass.
He worked them around trying to stretch his lover out.  For his part, Aaron
was already lifting his body in anticipation of what was to come.  James
lubed his cock and placed it in striking position.  He went in almost as
easily as Aaron had.  He figured that he and Aaron were predestined to be
lovers, given how easily they were able to enter each other.  Neither had
experience enough to know, but they would find out that this position
produced more intense orgasms, at least for them, because they could see
their lover's eyes.

After James came, they embraced each other, trying to lie as close together
as possible.  James whispered in Aaron's ear, "The next time I'm going to
lubricate you with my tongue."  Aaron smiled and eventually they slept.

Both of them skated in the remaining three relays.  Aaron was always the
first to skate.  Because of his short distance speed, he was able to get
the team off to a good start.  James skated last because he knew best how
to close out a race.  The Americans took two gold medals and a silver.
James earned two more gold medals for his remaining two indivividual races,
setting new world records in both..

There were four days left until closing ceremonies and the American speed
skating team was finished with competition.  Aaron and James used the time
to shop and see the sights of Copenhagen.  American reporters would not
leave the medalists alone, hounding them wherever they went, and treating
them like the heroes they were.

As the time to go home approached, they grew more and more morose.  They
would no longer be in competition and they lived hundreds of miles apart.
The thought of being separated weighed heavily upon both of them.

They were both in their senior year in high school and Aaron got an idea.
"Let's apply to the same college," he said at breakfast on their last day.
"There's not a school in the country that would turn away two Olympic
multi-medalists.  After we graduate we can get jobs in the same city and
live together happily ever after as the story books say.  Perhaps we can
buy an ice skating rink where we can train young athletes, but also open it
to the public for recreational use."

"Great idea," James said.  "We are going to have plenty of money to open a
rink from all the endorsements we have both been promised.  Where should we
apply to go to college?"

"Let's go far away, like UCLA or USC.  I've heard that LA is very gay
friendly."

"Done," James agreed.  They sealed their pact with a high five.

That night they made love for what would be the last time for nearly six
months, until they entered their dorm room at UCLA.  Afterward, lying next
to each other, totally exhausted, James reflected on the events of the last
two weeks.

"You know," he said stroking Aaron's cheek, "finding out how much in love
we were with each other, and committing to be together for a life time,
means a hell of a lot more to me than all the gold, silver or bronze in
Copenhagen."

"I agree," Aaron said.  They embraced and kissed each other tenderly as
sleep overcame them.