I do the same and come over to get his cock out of his boxers. He keeps undressing and I finish getting his dicks hard. Hes now naked and pulls me up ...and looks in my eyes and says, "Im going to fuck you harder than youve ever been fucked before" and I can tell hes trying to assert dominance so I look him back and say, "You better" and he snarls and turns me around and bends me over the desk and grabs the bottle of lube. Im completely hard at this point and he drips the lube on my ass and starts. " Yes, I am," I stated. "I hope you pick blue because I'd love to suck your cock in your truck."He said, "Hop in, I'll drive to the far end of the parking lot."Before I got to the passenger door, I was already hard--my cock was throbbing! Aroused isn't a strong enough word.Once in, I leaned over and put my hand on his crotch. Slowly I began rubbing as he drove. I had his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped before he could put the truck in park.My suspicions were confirmed. He had an average size cock. As I listened to them carry on, I couldn't help but think back to my own struggle and doubt about my family. I wish I had come to this conclusion on my own, but sometimes you need a fresh pair of eyes to see. Karen and Holly were that fresh pair of eyes. As they went on and on about how much they loved my girls, I felt guilty for even entertaining the notion of possibly reducing my family's size. I mean, it was kind of a foregone conclusion, as I don't think I could ever part with those I care. I'm from the midwest and "gay" magazines were hard to come by (This is long before the "Web"-k**s). One day I was on a bus and came across an old news paper edition of the San Francsico Chronicle. Someone had left it on the bus seat. I started reading through it and discovered the "Adult Entertainment" section. There I saw an advertisement for the Nob Hill Adult Male Theater. I could not believe a place existed and I saved the newpaper. To make a long story short, I arranged with my employer to.