These two hotties have been best friends since kindergarten. Both sets of parents are practicing Naturists who met and became friends at a Naturist beach in Agios Ioannis on the island of Mykonos. They’ve remained close over the years so it was no surprise that the two boys would follow birthday suit.
Rocco, who for some reason prefers riding his horse naked, is escorting his buddy Angelo home from the mental hospital. Rocco would’ve taken the chariot, but he forgot where he parked it. Or maybe the horses wandered off with it. It was around somewhere.
In any case, Angelo had spent a week in the psyche ward for slicing his wrists. He had passed out by the time Rocco found him and rushed him to the hospital. This was the fourth time Angelo had tried to end himself.
“Angelo?” Rocco began. “You can’t keep doing this.”
“Doing what?” Angelo demanded. “I’m walking down the street. Is that a crime?”
“You know what I mean.” Rocco stopped his horse. “Let’s talk for a minute. Take a break.”
They found a clearing next to a river complete with a picnic table and olive trees for shade. All they needed was a couple of souvlakis and some beer.
Rocco dismounted and took a seat on the bench, running his hand over it to check for slivers. Angelo took a seat on the opposite bench, ignoring the possibility of slivers in his rear end. “What you want to talk about?”
“You can’t die, Angelo!” Rocco said as his eyes teared up. “Don’t you know what you mean to me? What would happen to me if something happened to you? Do you even think about that?”
Angelo stood up and began punching the air and dancing around like a boxer. “Of course I think about it, Rocco. I think about it all the time. How can we ever be together without constantly looking over our shoulders? Public displays of affection are out. I’m gonna learn how to box so I can protect us!” He began dancing around and punching the air again. “Kick some bigoted ass, you know?”
“Okay, let’s think about this.” Rocco stood up and began pacing back and forth like an attorney. “We both have good jobs and save our money for the most part. We could afford to move somewhere … safer.”
“Safe?!” Angelo asked incredulously. “Like where, Rocco? Where’s it safe.”
Rocco grinned at him. Remember that Naturist beach in Agios Ioannis —
“On Mykonos, right?” Angelos eyes brightened. “Man, that was fun. I miss those days.”
Rocco smiled. “Me too, buddy! So, I hope you don’t mind I took the liberty of finding us jobs on Mykonos. If we’re interested, we could start working as waiters at this joint on the beach next week.”
“You’re kidding.” Angelo stopped punching the air. “You wanna do it?”
“Hell yeah!” Rocco said. “I wanna do it.”
“Awesome! Now all I gotta do is find the chariot…”
Ergo, the Ogre 