I help Yuri change as usual until he got to his undershirt and underwear. He puts on sweatpants and a turtleneck, long sleeve, zip-up jacket overtop a black t-shirt. I was happy with this sight but at the same time, I have always wanted to see more. “heh… I’m such a pervert…” I thought. “Ready to go?” asked Yuri. I nod and follow him out.

I looked out onto the rink so see Chris. We watched and I rolled my eyes. Yet again his only intention was to be the sex appeal. Yuri watched closely, I assumed he was either trying to get ideas or checking out the competition.

I spaced out a bit and started to daydream about Yuri skating like that. Watching him feeling himself up and swinging around his hips. I wondered how Chris was so comfortable about doing something as inappropriate as that. I think it would feel pretty degrading. But nevertheless, I continued watching and tried to see Yuri in that way. A private session of course.

I bit my lip slightly and look down. “fuck…” I whisper then sigh. I had finally gotten hard. I almost made it through a competition… and from watching Chris of all people. Of course, I was thinking of Yuri at the time but still… I crossed my legs so Yuri could not see.

Yuri looked at me and blushed. “Um... Victor...?” Yuri said nervously. I replied with a short “hm?” “Can you hold this for me?” he took off his jacket and handed it to me. “I’m sweating a bit.” “oh yeah sure!” I smiled and wrapped it around my waist coving it completely. I sigh in relief and walk to the interview spot to get our scores.