Chad was lying naked in the sauna. He wasn't exactly sure how he got there. He was sore all over. He had the weirdest hallucinations. He actually thought he was the new coach's Speedo. The coach had dived into the pool for the final race with the three fastest swimmers, and he had really given his tiny Speedo a rough workout. Chad was a size 28 Speedo, and the coach was at least 32 or 34 waist. The coach won, and mocked the swim team.
"When one of you can beat me in the pool, then you will earn the right to say my name. Until then, just call me coach. I only hope that the teams that you're up against this afternoon are worse swimmers than you," coach said, "now hit the showers. Be back at 12:30, meet starts at 1."
He pulled Chad out of his butt crack, then hit the sauna. When he was alone in the sauna, the muscle God peeled off his suit. Then he carefully spread it out on the top bench, and cranked the timer.
Chad's jaw ached as he sat up, and he pulled out a half dozen black pubes. Damn maybe the coach really wore him? He shook his head, and headed for the shower.