Milan is his name. He is 18 years of age and currently lives in Indiana, USA. And yes, Milan shall be referring to himself in third person whether you care for it or not.
Milan had an interesting yet quiet day today. He woke up and found himself nude, sprawled across his bed. He hadn't gone to bed until 8 o'clock that morning and woke up around 5:30 that evening with little recollection of the previous day. Now don't get Milan wrong, there were no drunken parties or anything of that sort the night before. Milan just likes to sleep nude and has a terrible memory.
Milan awakens nude to the sound of noisy children. Ugh, it was his sister, Elle, and her two children again. "Why can't Elle take her noise and just go away?" he thinks. Not wanting to be awake yet, Milan tries his best to fall back asleep. After a short while and having no success due to the noise, Milan decides to wake and start the day. Well, sort of. Milan really didn't feel up to starting the day quiet yet, so he decides to stay in bed for a while longer.
A small time passes and Milan starts feeling something. What was this going on? He looks down and see's his penis looking straight up and staring him in the face. "The consequence of being a horny teenage boy and trying to lie around nude I suppose," he says to himself quietly. He tries to wait it out but with no luck. He soon takes his rock hard member into his hand and goes to work. Thinking of nothing other than his wishful-soon-to-be boyfriend, Russian diver Victor Minibaev, plowing his virgin hole, it doesn't take long for Milan to reach orgasm and shoot his teen boy load all over his smooth young body.
After cleaning up his hot boy juice, Milan looks at his iPhone and see's that it's now 6 o'clock PM. Still not wanting to roll himself out of bed, Milan decides he wants to play a video game. Feeling a bit nostalgic, he peels his nude body off of his bed and chooses to dig up his old GameBoy Advance and his copy of Pokemon Ruby. Milan plays, battles and wins with his old team of Dustox, Roselia, Crobat, Koffing and Grimer. After losing track of time, Milan soon realizes that it's now 7 o'clock and finally decides to dress and start his da... erm, night.
He gathers up his iPhone and pet mouse and makes his way from his upstairs bedroom to the family room downstairs. Needing a bit of relief after the previous relief, Milan makes a quick pit stop in the restroom. Upon finishing up, he makes his way back into the family room and finds his parents have arrived home and have brought dinner with them. Nothing fancy, of course, only a meal from lovely seafood restaurant LJS. He eats his meal and watches his favorite game show, Jeopardy.
After finishing his food and answering many questions correctly, Milan leaves the family room and returns to the restroom to take a hot shower. He runs his water, allowing it to get nice and warm. Now undressed, he steps into the steamy shower. Milan takes his soft sponge and gently lathers up his tan, hairless body. Making sure he's reached every inch, he slowly begins to caress and clean his body. "Mmm, this feels so nice," he thinks as he steps into the water to rinse. The suds fall to the floor as his wet body glistens in the light. With his body now clean, he starts to lather up his short, brown locks. Gently rubbing the hair wash into his head, sexual thoughts begin to creep into his mind.
Soon he imagines himself with his future lover, Victor, in the shower together, gently lathering up their young, hot bodies. He moans as Victor reaches the lower region of their bodies, softly blending their young cocks together while still lathering. Victor, now down on his knees, starts rubbing his moist hands over Milan's body. He takes Milan's hard member into his hand and slowly begins to rub him off. Several minutes pass and Milan's almost there, just a few more jerks and - BAM BAM BAM!
It's Elle practically pounding down the door. "You almost finished? There are other people who might need in there, ya know?" she says. "Yeah, just give me a few more minutes," Milan replies back, annoyed by the unfortunate disruption of his steamy fantasy. "Impatient bitch," he says under his breath. He quickly finishes up, shooting his load down the shower drain. "Ugh, ow," he says as suds from his hair start to run into his eyes. He rinses and turns off the water, pulling the towel into the shower with him as he dries his body off. He steps out of the shower and grabs his clothes to put on. Milan slips into his underwear, black Calvin Klein boxer-briefs with a blue waistband, and grabs his slightly ripped, faded jeans. After sliding into them, he grabs his Ecko t-shirt and makes his way from the restroom.
As he's making his way to the family room, he hears a familiar yet strange voice. He wonders who it could be as he slowly puts his t-shirt on and walks into the room. Milan sees the face from which the voice is coming from and - "Oh my God."
TO BE CONTINUED...
