One quiet afternoon, I walked in on Maxx as he was working out. I didn’t so much as “randomly” walk in, but had already heard his muted grunts-of-effort from outside the door. I walked in and told him how great he looked, and I asked him if I could take a closer look at his progress. My hands found their way to him. I made sure to get a good feel—at this point, there was no need to play coy with my boy, or hide behind excuses. I pulled my old jock out from my back pocket and asked him to try it on. This hit something within him—he acquiesced immediately, dropped his sweats right there in front of me, and put on his dad’s old jock.