This, another true tale, took place about 12 yrs back. A memorable experience I reckon is worth sharing here

I was driving alone on the motorway to the South coast around dusk. About halfway there I needed petrol but didn't think there was stop ahead on the motorway. So I verved off and spotted a sign for petrol on a featureless B road. A bit of diversion but the tank was low.

I got to the place, filled the tank and when paying I enquired if there was a loo, as I needed a leak. I was directed to a small outbuilding on the far side of the pumps.

I parked up the motor and stepped across to the door marked WC Men. Inside, it was furnished with one urinal and one closet. The place was empty and surprisingly clean. I'm not keen on whiffy public toilets so usually avoid using them.

As I stood there taking a piss I heard the hurried shuffle of footsteps approaching. The door opened and this suited fella stepped in, closing the door behind him. Instead of heading for the closet; as I was standing at the urinal, he stood with his back to the door to keep it shut.

All the time I was emptying my bladder, this chap stood there without saying a word. He seemed to be looking me over. I glanced curiously over and returned his look, noticing he was rubbing himself. Now I'm not naive and have enough experience and sense to recognise a kindred spirit. Here was an opportunity presenting itself, one that seldom comes around in public like this. But here he clearly was before me, malingering in this tucked away place.

I zipped up, checked I hadn't splashed my trousers and shifted over to the hand washer, thinking he'll make a move. Only he didn't. Instead he was gazing down at a rising bulge in his trousers and looked up to see if I was looking too. I was.

He beamed and motioned me to follow him which I dutifully did. I started to feel my own stirring down below. As we sauntered across the forecourt back towards the kiosk I was thinking I hadn't been bargaining for this at all.

Then the most extraordinary thing happened.

This guy led me inside the service station. Once in he made his way to the rear Staff Only door and punched in a code to open it. He told the woman on the till the job applicant had turned up and not to disturb him. He held the door open for me, and raising his voice said "Step this way. Thank you for coming." He wore a wide grin as I stepped into a narrow office.

To the lefthand side was a desk and facing that was a wide window looking directly onto the till area and the activity on the other side of a partition wall. It had to be a one-way window. I could see the customer faces at close quarters & heard them talking to the cashier. The manager pressed his index finger to his lips and signalled me to sit up on the desk. I had to move aside a bits and pieces, including a framed photo of him with wife and sons, to make room for my bum.

The manger pulled up a swivel office chair, sat down, positioned himself between my feet and began to rub my legs. He shortly inched up to my groin area. He unbuckled my belt, unzipped me and eased my member out. I admit I was in procession of a stiffie by this point. He knew what he was doing.

I leaned back and closed my eyes to the customers who were facing us, making small talk. The manager's mouth was warm and moist as he took me in. He used his bristly goatee on his chin to gently stroke and tickle my scrotum. What kind of interview was this? Whenever he straightened up I reached over to feel up his swollen knob. But he kept it hidden, probably as the tight space wouldn't allow for any mutual action.

The Manger was totally focused and soon worked up a rhythm. I whispered for him to be careful, don't dribble on my clothes. Otherwise I tried hard to remain silent but with the intense pleasure I was receiving I did murmer a few gentle groans before duly off loading on his tongue. What a pro!

As I got down and was tucking myself in, making myself decent, I wondered if the customers, and especially the cashier were really totally unaware what was going on in front of their noses. They would have been flabbergasted, I'm convinced, at the indecency.

The manger looked satisfied. He opened the door and spoke up again, saying, "Thanks for coming, I'll be in touch by the following week" intending to be overheard. "Let me see you out".

Once outside he laid his hand on my shoulder and told me he called the toilet a dairy. "How do you mean?" I replied. "Well, it's a place I pick suitable guys for job interviews". "Do you have many people applying? Presumably all males"? I quipped.

We sauntered over to my motor. "Actually" he added, "the place gets plenty of visitors, mostly business men and van drivers; all through the day, cummin and going, so to speak. I pop over now and then to check on their crouching and bobbing heads. The annoying thing is it's me who has to mop up the offerings of splashed spunk before locking up. But this time of day, when its quietened down and if I'm lucky I get my share too, I do my best to keep the place decent"

I thought he knew what he was doing and had it all figured.

As I unlocked the car, I asked him how long he'd been "interviewing"? "A while..it was the Area Manger....at a company conference." "How do you mean?" I asked. "It was the final night, we'd been drinking at the bar, he came tapping on my hotel room door, boozed up. He kept saying, don't we know each other well enough? I protested I was a family man and so indeed was he as well. And that I had never done anything in that way before"

"I thought it's like what they get up to on building sites, just larking about. I tried to fend him off, telling him he was drunk, but what could I do? He was my Area manager at the time. I'd had a skin full myself and felt defenceless. I just gave in." "I think I can picture the scene" I said. He hesitated before adding "He rolled me over and opened me up like a peach" "You what?" I asked. "I was barebacked but I'll spare the details. The thing was, I knew there was talk of a promotion. So anyhow I got inducted into cock. Six months later he put me in charge of this place with its dairy" "I don't suppose there's answer to that" I replied. He shook my hand and sidled off.

It's not everyday you get topped up & drained at the same time. A couple of years ago, when passing that way again, I made a detour, out of curiosity, to check if that dairy was still in operation. No, the service station had gone, replaced by a small industrial estate. I was left with the fond memory.

Driving back to the motorway I got thinking, the only job going...was a blow job!! And who knows, maybe this fella gained his promotion from servicing his boss !! Maybe doesn't bear thinking about.