Don't bite, just hold it between them.

The it in question is Tristan's cock.

The instructions come from behind a camera, propped up on a tripod.

The voice is American.

I'm here because I'm being paid.

The American is 60 plus, Californian and camp.

He and Tristan came on board at Nice.

Since then he's wanted to get me alone, for what he calls one of his photography sessions.

We pose, and he takes photos.

Old school, camera, film, flash, click click click.

Tristan is his boyfriend, or hired hand possibly.

He's Spanish.

His English is broken and his cock is fleshy, with a chunky pink head.

It's semi erect and I'm kneeling in front of him, close enough to smell him.

'Good' says the American. 'Take it in your mouth now'

I'm in a white t-shirt and denim shorts, which have slipped down my arse just far enough to show the tanline from a summer of crewing.

The arc light's making us both sweat.

He's got all the kit, you have to give him that.

The first session was a few nights ago.

We stripped to our pants and the poses were quite tame.

Since then he's pushed us to go further, and tonight is the final session; they leave tomorrow. There's a general sense is that he's not had his money's worth yet.

Ok, let's change it up, says the American.

Take off your clothes, slowly.

Time to perform.

I stand up and pull my t-shirt over my head.

I'm in good shape.

The American is watching, clicking.

I unbutton my shorts and let them fall down, then turn my back to the camera and bend over to pull them off. More clicks.

My thumbs reach inside my white Calvins and I slowly move them down, so my white bum is revealed.

He likes it, I can hear him breathing heavier.

He's desperate for me to turn around, so he can see my cock for the first time.

I keep him waiting just a bit longer, until it's hard and upright.

I turn to the camera, the head of my cock swings to point at him.

My pubes are cut short, my balls are hairless.

Tristan whistles.

He squats in front of me, looking up at me. His grin says it's showtime.

The American moves from behind the lights and brings a second camera.

He moves in close as Tristan takes my cock in his mouth, his white teeth gently clasp the head.

'Good' says the American. Now take it in.

I push in to his mouth and pump his face gently.

His hands reach behind me, his fingers find my crack.

'Turn around' says the American.

I do as I'm told, and feel Tristan's tongue against my hole. I push back and he's inside me, his nose pushed against my white arse.

I reach for the American's cock, which is hard against the cotton of his trousers.

'I want you both' I say, to nobody in particular.

The American's belt is loud as it hits the wooden floorboards, and his khaki shorts drop to his ankles, his hands on his own cock, rolling the foreskin between his finger and thumb until he presents it to me to suck.

I make a show of taking my time, licking the inside of his thighs and pushing my nose beneath his balls.

I'm on all fours, looking up to him from below his cock, which is rock hard. I can see he's in agony, and wants to just shove it down my throat. He wants to come over my face and for Tristan to fuck my arse. His camera is still clicking, capturing it all for later. I feel Tristan's cock push against my arsehole, his hands are holding my bum and pulling my cheeks apart. His head pushes in and I cry out. 'Jesus, youre so big, I want it all'.

The American takes his cock in his hands and puts it in my face, his thick head pushing against my lips.

I open my mouth to let him in and I feel his pubes against my nose. My hands reach around and hold his are. I can feel he's not far away. Then he pulls out and I feel the hot cum on my cheek. Behind me Tristan is inside me, pushing his thick head in to my hole.

I arch my back and he pulls out to come on my white arse, the hot juice dripping along the crack of my arse.

As I lie between them I can hear the clicking of the American's camera.