Taken Advantage Of

I left school in the early 80s with no qualifications, in a time of high unemployment in the north of England.
There was nothing going on locally, but there were a couple of local guys who had a business going down to London, cleaning big hotels. The business plan was simple. Take a few young, unemployed kids down there, pay them next to fuck all, all in cash and off the books, but keep them interested by handing out beer and weed at night and crashing free in a couple of rooms in the hotel.
Thing was, in actual fact, the business side of it was really quite secondary. Sure they made money out of it, but I'm also pretty sure their main goal was to get these teenage lads away from their parents, compromise them by having them do stuff they wouldn't want their parents to know about, i.e. alcohol and pot, get them disoriented, again with the alcohol and pot, and then separate them in one of the rooms and groom them for sex.
I'd gone on about four trips and I'd heard the stories from the other lads, but only sort of in-joke lines about working overtime and stuff. Then one kid who I'd talk to quite a lot actually told me straight out what he'd done with one of the owners, Carl, the night before. He told me they'd both got quite wasted and then he'd sucked Carl's dick. He said he'd done it before and he always got paid a bit extra at the end of the week and Carl would give him the resin they'd been smoking from. He said he quite liked it and he sold most of the pot when he got back home and did ok out of it. Looking back I'm sure Carl had been keeping an eye on me and had told my mate to sound me out and see how I reacted.
Now I know that this is classic predatory behaviour. Manipulative, taking advantage of the disadvantaged and that these two men were cynical, criminal abusers and nothing more. Men in their mid-forties with wives and kids too. The thing is though, as my friend told me about it all, I got a hard on instantly. I had thought about gay stuff regularly, although i'd never done anything about it. I immediately saw this as a chance to try it, away from my patch and on the quiet. While he was telling me what they'd done I positioned myself so he could see my boner, and I touched it a few times as well, hoping he'd notice.
I don't know if he did notice but, as if by magic, that same night, the post-work drinking and smoking session seemed to wind down with just me and my friend in Carl's hotel room with the lights down and I for one was pretty wasted. Gay sex turns me on but when i've had pot I really get lusty for cock and I was actually just hoping something would happen and feeling pretty antsy.
I went for a piss and when i came back my friend was knelt down in front of Carl as he sat watching the TV. Carl's Dick was out and my friend was stroking it and Carl was feeding him drags from a joint.
I didn't know what to do, so I just went back to the chair and stared intently at the tv, feeling my dick harden and pretending I hadn't seen what was going on. After a while my friend called my name and when I looked up he had Carl's dick in one hand the joint in the other.
"Do you want to share this with me?" he asked, and when i didn't move he motioned me over with the joint. I moved over there and got on my knees at the side of him. He fed me a couple of big pulls on the joint and then he took my hand and put it on Carl's stiff cock. It felt big in my hand and I started to stroke it while Carl muttered some encouragement. My friend felt my dick and told Carl I was hard. Then he worked my fly until he had my cock out and got down there and started to give me my first blow job. I put my mouth round Carl's dick and that was it. I was hooked.
Cut to a few weeks later and there I am. In a hotel bed naked and stoned again. I'm on all fours facing off the bed with the other boss (just cannot remember his name, weirdly) stood next to it, slowly pumping his dick in and out of my mouth as he holds the back of my head.
Carl is on his knees behind me on the bed. He is holding me by the hips and he's fucking my tight little arse for all he's worth. I'm not sure if I like this best or just lying naked inbetween them as they take turns to kiss me as i stroke both their big dicks at once. It was these two things that I would think about as I jacked off in my little single bed back home between London jobs.
All good things must come to an end. Eventually, rumours started back home. My dad tried to ask me if anything weird went on, but he couldn't bring himself to ask the proper questions so I was able to make out that I didn't know what he was getting at and they just left it that they didn't want me going down there anymore and that was it.
I stayed in the area for a few years before I moved away. I would pass by Carl in a shop or pub from time to time and he would always look at me in a way that is very hard to describe. He would glance at my girlfriend, now wife, and then back at me and almost but not quite smirk. I'm sure we were both picturing me sucking Carl's cum out of my friends hole or arching my back and moaning to take more of his dick while his friend jizzed in my face. I'm not sure if he thought I hated this or not but I know that I would always jerk off thinking about him after i saw him.
I'm not sure what, if anything, other people should take from this. These were obviously terrible men doing terrible things, but at the end of the day I regret nothing and consider these to be my hottest memories.