Later this day, inside my small office, I realize Tucker Marcell has never spent a day in his life being shy, backward, and socially inept. I don’t think his mother, Jane, knows who he really is; Tucker must severely keep this hidden from her. He’s not at all awkward about his sexuality, quiet, or reserved, and comprehends the dangers of her son’s attributes.
Contrary to what Jane thinks, Tuck (as he requests I call him) is forward, very much alive, and fun-filled. The youthful ginger undresses down to his bare bottom on the opposite side of my desk: strong shoulders, pumped biceps, and freckles galore. His chest is V-shaped and swollen with an eight-pack of cut and tight abs. The kid sports the largest n*****s I have ever seen on a man, bigger than quarters, three times the size of the c
