"Okay, gentlemen. Before you go, I have a challenge for you. I bet you're all anxious to get out of your Speedos after our long work out. But Bruno here has the right idea. He wears his Speedo 24/7. He owns his Speedo. To be a great swimmer, you need to totally own your Speedo. So my challenge to you is to wear your Speedo 24/7 for the next two weeks regardless.
"What do we get if we take your challenge, Coach?" Rick asked.
Oh, no. Not two weeks straight24/7. Rick wouldn't?
"Tell ya what Rick, if you and your teammates wear your suits 24/7 for 2 weeks straight, I will treat you all to the best Pizza Pool Party ever."
"Wait- if we can't take our Speedos off how do we go to the bathroom or uh?"
Coach replied, "For number 1 and sex, tuck the pouch under your balls. For number two, just wear it around your ankles. You can lather it up and wash it when you shower. Any other questions? Ask Bruno."
"Remember coach I like anchovies on my pizza," Rick said as he headed to the showers.
He either didn't hear Chad or he ignored him. Rick heavily lathered up, with especial attention to his Speedo. Chad was sputtering and gagging on the soap bubbles that filled every fiber of his now fabric being.
Bruno laughed, "Rick, are you still wearing a Speedo under all that suds?"
Rick stepped into the shower stream washing away all the soap. Chad's eyes stung. All the swim team were wearing their Speedos still.
"And I don't even need to tuck the pouch under my balls to piss," Rick said releasing a torrent of urine through his Speedo. Chad sputtered and gagged. Rick rinsed again under the shower.
"How about sex?" Bruno asked.
"Join me in the steam room, and we'll see," Rick said as he sauntered out of the shower and headed toward the steam room.