Trevor Mannix was in a state. He had just come from picking up his 18 year old son Danny at the police station. It seems that Danny had been out doing some drinking with his buddies the night before and had gotten pulled over for driving under the influence. That, coupled with the fact that he was under age, had landed Danny in the drunk tank overnight and most of the next day. The judge hearing cases had no tolerance for under age drinking and, in his own words, was going to "make that kid cool his heels for awhile."

As a result Danny missed his baseball game. Trevor knew that his son was in danger of being kicked off the team but wanted him to remain a player. He felt that Danny needed the structure that high school athletics could offer. Trevor was at the end of his rope with Danny. He had never been a perfect child, but in the past two years since Trevor and Danny's mother divorced Danny had just gotten out of control. He had failed the 11th grade simply because he just stopped showing up for classes. Then there was the shoplifting incident. Not to mention the vandalism to the local recreation center, and now the DUI.

Mr. Mannix waited patiently in the hallway outside the locker room. Danny was sitting nearby on a bench staring off into space. Trevor looked at his son and thought, "Who is he? I don't know my own son anymore. It seems like we just lost touch." Trevor was snapped out of his thought by the roar of the crowd out on the baseball field. Danny's team, The Bandits, had won another game. All Danny's friends and teammates came rushing down the hallway to the locker room along with Coach Davis.

Trevor stepped forward, "Coach. Coach Davis. Could I have a minute of your time? It's about Danny."

The Coach looked from Danny to his father and nodded, "Fine, Mr. Mannix, but Danny you wait out here."

Danny just looked at him with his dopey puppy dog eyes and said, "Sure, Coach." Coach Davis motioned for Mr. Mannix to follow him into the locker room. When the Coach entered there was a loud cheer from the team. There were young men in various states of undress. Some still in uniform while others simply wore a jock or nothing at all. Every man was completely free and open about his body and had no embarrassment about walking around naked in front of everyone. That was one of the things Coach Davis loved, getting to see all these tight young muscular bodies glistening with sweat after the game. He had jacked off many a time thinking about it. Of course no one on the team would ever have guessed Coach Davis to be gay. At 46 he stood 6' and was 188 pounds of solid muscle with dark hair, and very blue eyes that actually appeared to sparkle. He was what you would call a real man’s man.

Mr. Mannix however felt slightly uncomfortable at seeing all these hunky young men so completely exposed. He was even more shocked to see that no one seemed to care that he, a stranger, was in the room. Still they walked around freely and openly. Some even continued to strip down with him just a few feet away. Coach Davis ushered Trevor into his office, which had a large window that ran the length of the wall looking out into the