Horst and Carter were chatting non-stop for about an hour as the drove Southeasterly. Suddenly, Carter asked, "Say, Vinnie, didya bring a Speedo?"
"I've got a swimsuit," Vinnie answered.
"Boardshorts, trunks or bikini?" Carter asked with a sigh.
"Borard shorts," Vinnie answered.
"That's okay, I brought two pair, you can wear one of mine," Horst chimed in.
"Well, I already have a suit."
"You gotta have a Speedo," protested Horst, "That way everyone knows you went to Florida - from your tanlines. Hey, how about you wear Ryan. Then you'd have tanlines shaped like a jockstrap. Carter's got a private balcony where we could tan just wearing jockstraps. Can you imagine how sheepish Ryan'll be all week knowing that he missed Florida, and with our tanlines in the locker room reminding him that he was a teenage jockstrap. Haha!"
"I didn't bring a jockstrap," said Carter.
"Well, we only need a couple hours each day wearing it, I'm sure Vinnie'll let you wear Ryan for a private tanning session on the balcony, while he wears your Speedo down by the pool."
"Hey, why my Speedo? You said you brought two," Carter said.
"Cause you won't be wearing your Speedo and jockstrap at the same time, and I brought the two Speedos for the amateur show at Chippendales."
"You're going to strip at Chippendales?"
"Yeah! I mean to pick me up some cash and hopefully a couple of girls or at least their phone numbers. The first prize is an iPhone and $500, but the other prizes range from $50 to $250. You got a decent bod, Vinnie I bet you'd do well. But you gotta have a "bikini brief" or Speedo to compete. Heck, Carter, just let him wear yours, and you can wear Ryan. We both know you're salivating over the idea of having your junk inside that jock."