The holiday had been amazing. Hot, slow paced, plenty of salty water, plenty of food, plenty of wine. This holiday was everything B and J hoped it would be. A couple in their early thirties, with plenty of travel experience already, they could now focus on truly relaxing and immersing in their location when they went away, rather than madly rushing around to visit every landmark and attraction.
Today they were taking a private boat ride to a small island for a swim and a picnic. Everything was organised by the hotel; the food, the drinks (obviously including the wine), the boat with someone to sail them there, and a secluded beach with an old boatshed set up to relax in for the day.
The sun beat down on them and reflected off the clear, Mediterranean water as they walked towards the boat. Sea, rugged cliffs, and clear blue skies surrounded them. By the time they got to the boat, B's shirt was already off as sweat trickled down his back, leaving him in just a pair of short, dark navy boardshorts, and sunglasses. B had felt increasingly confident in his appearance throughout the holiday. Days spent swimming, walking, hiking, and eating fresh local, food had left him feeling tanned and lean. People (not so much on holiday) were surprisingly comfortable to point out he looked just like the porn star Johnny Sinns. Really it was just the shaved bald head, blue eyes, and stubble that were similar. If people pointed out this similarity when J had had a few drinks and was feeling a bit cheeky, she would occasionally interject that B's cock was also a lookalike to the porn star Johnny Castle's. To be fair to her, it was a much more striking resemblance. At five foot ten, B was a bit of a stockier and shorter build than Mr Sinns, and with hair over his chest and abdomen, there was a bit less of the aerodynamic waxed look.
They approached the boat next to the wharf. Sitting in clear, shallow water was a charming little gozzo yacht. It was around 10 metres `long, painted white and light blue on the sides, with a long warm coloured timber deck with scattered cushions and towels at the front, a single mast with no sail out, and then a shaded seating area at the rear, with the motor loaded on the back. From behind the boat came their skipper to greet them. J knew B loved to point out to her when people look like celebrities (or porn actors), so she almost certainly knew it was coming and gave a little smirk when B whispered to her 'ha! He looks just like Christian Bale in Captain Corelli's Mandolin'. B was definitely right though, thought J. Standing waist deep in the water was this shirtless muscular man, with a similar build to B but he looked to be taller. He had thick dark hair, dark features, and dark olive skin. He smiled and gestured them towards the front of the boat.
B jumped in the water to help J step onto the deck of the boat, then climbed on after her and took their bag towards the back of the boat where the skipper was climbing on. He put his hand towards his chest, smiled and said "Alex". B and J introduced themselves but it was clear Alex spoke very little English. What was also clear, was that Alex shared B's belief about not wearing underwear under swimmers. He wore a pair of white, and as they were now wet, semi transparent football shorts with a small green clover on the corner of them. J knew as she saw the clover that B would recognise it and be able to talk about football with Alex, which he absolutely proceeded to do as they set off. It was amazing how much they called talk about football and Panathinaikos, when B spoke no Greek, and Alex spoke almost no English.
What J also noticed as she slipped off her dress and lay on the deck in the sun, was how see-through Alex's wet shorts were as they clung to a very prominent and partially visible cock. J lay there watching the two men standing shirtless in wet shorts as they chatted. They were standing quite close at the back the boat. J relaxed as she casually stared at the men's packages caressed by thin, wet material. She gazed, and fantasised, hoping that just something would happen. She imagined a small chop in the water might put the men off balance and press their bulges against each other, or that Alex might reach down absentmindedly and expose even more of himself.
J lay there in her bikini, staring through heavy, dark sunglasses and warmed in the sun while sea breeze whipped over her. Fantasies of the two men continued floating through her mind as they talked for a surprisingly long time given neither spoke the same language. Accidental brushes in choppy sea soon turned into imagining spontaneous erections, or if both happened to be naked. B turned after a few minutes and climbed over to the front of the boat to join her in the sun.