Many yrs ago my first job was 6 weeks in the summer as P.A. to a businessman in my home town. I couldn't get a job doing what I 'd trained for and needed some money. I was 19 when he interviewed me and he was probably 45/50. His regular P.A. was off for 8 weeks following an operation so he needed someone to be his dogsbody, sort his mail, pick up his laundry, work his diary ...... this is well before t'Internet, tablets, iPhones....... I didn't like him at all, arrogant, conceited, know-it-all but he'd made loads of money and what did I know? He offered me the job, told me to start the following week and 'look smart'. The best thing was he wanted me to chauffeur him around as he'd lost his licence and he had a fantastic Bentley. Over the following few wks we had a routine ....... I'd have to make my way to his house, collect him and his car, drive him to meetings , wait around, to and from the office, paperwork, phone calls, boring, but easy for the money. At wknds his wife drove him so each Monday I'd pick him up. He never made small talk or asked me anything personal and we got along ok considering he was my Boss. Every couple of days though, wherever we'd been he'd tell me to take a particular route back to the office and on each occasion we'd stop near to a toilet. The same toilet each time. He'd say he needed a pee and disappear inside ........ for ages. I knew what he was doing, having been a regular visitor to cottages myself and I knew the reputation this one had. I think he thought that at my age I wouldn't know what went on inside. He'd come out adjusting his trousers and we'd head back to work, no one speaking. After about 4 wks he was sat in the back of the car one day and asked if I had a girlfriend, when I said no he asked why. I didn't have an answer for that and noticed him looking at me in the rear view mirror for a long time. That evening on the way home he directed me to an area I didn't know, down a country lane until he told me to stop. There were 3 or 4 other cars parked but no one around. He told me to wait, got out and walked into some bushes along a path. It was 6.30pm, still sunny and warm and I got out of the car, leaning back on it and tried to see where he'd gone. I couldn't hear anyone or anything just cars on a distant road but curiosity got the better of me. I locked the car and taking the path he'd gone down walked into the bushes. About 200yds in I could see 4 or 5 guys standing close to each other, my boss had his back to me and they were all obviously wanking. As I moved to the left I could see a young guy in front of them all, bending over sucking each one of them in turn as he wanked himself. I walked back to the car and sat waiting for him. 20 minutes later he came back looking flushed and agitated. He told me to drive home and never mentioned anything about the detour. Over the next couple of days he asked again about girlfriends and even joked that perhaps I was 'gay', all the time watching my face in the car's mirror. He'd started asking how I kept myself so fit, did I go to a gym? Did I like working out with weights? What did I do in my spare time? Again I said I didn't have any money and the gym was council so free. One day in the office it was so hot we were both in shirt sleeves and I spilt some water on my shirt. He told me to take it off and try to wring it out. I noticed him looking at me as I slipped the shirt off, at my 19 yr old gym body and I knew he was thinking something lecherous. I'd seen him in the bushes with the young guy on his knees sucking his cock. He told me I had a good body and I must have loads of admirers so didn't get why I had no girlfriend ...... again he joked about being gay saying he could definitely understand that guys would 'fancy' me. That evening on the way home I told him I needed a pee and drove to the toilet he used. He looked shocked when I said it but didn't comment and when we arrived I got out and went into the cottage. Inside it was dark and cool, empty. I went into one of the cubicles and got out my cock, started to read the graffiti and wanked slowly. There were two cubicles and a gloryhole in the dividing wall. After a couple of minutes I heard a car door close softly and footsteps entering the cottage. By now I had a hard on, my balls full of young cum and my cock stiff in my hand. I heard the door of the next cubicle squeak open and closed and saw the distinct shadow of someone in there. I undid my trousers, pulled them down to my ankles and stood back against the far wall directly opposite the gloryhole and wanked real slow showing off my cock and balls. I could see his eye watching then his mouth appeared at the hole. I stepped forward but only enough for the tip of my cock to reach the hole...... his tongue darted out as he tried in vain to lick the end of my cock but I kept pulling back away from him. When I thought I'd teased enough and I saw him retreat from the hole I stepped forward quickly and thrust my cock and balls right through the hole, my swollen cock and heavy balls now completely on his side of the wall. Then just as quickly I pulled back. I did this 4 or 5 times until on the last time he grabbed my cock and holding it tight he slipped his mouth over it and tasted me. When I felt him relax and think he was going to suck me I withdrew my cock and flushed the toilet. I heard him rush out of the cubicle and cottage and very slowly I zipped and returned to the car. Obviously he was sitting in the back seat where I'd left him but we both knew that I knew it had been him.