Training with Master Yoda

Luke awoke to the sounds of streaming water and animals rummaging and crying throughout the swamp. After nearly a month of training on Dagobah, the young Jedi-in-training thought that he would get used to those constant and abrasive sounds. Surely there must be some sort of trick to block out the noise, anything that would help him get a good nights rest - or at least something longer than his average of five hours.

“The sun is starting to come out,” Luke whispered, stretching up and yawning as he looked up at the dark ceiling of trees above. He laid behind Yoda’s hut, where a sleeping bag was rolled out over a bed of leaves and a few of his supplies kept him company as he trained with the wise Master. It was a lonely experience for anyone. Sure, he had Artoo to talk to here and there, but that wasn’t quite the same as Han or Leia or any other breathing thing. Yoda was too aloof and critical: Luke thought it best to keep as much distance from his master outside of their work together. No matter what, it always seemed like Luke wasn’t living up to his high expectations and it frustrated him.

If only his friends were here.

Poking out from beneath his damp blanket, Luke saw his only other friend rising to the occasion. “At least I still have you,” Luke muttered to himself, pulling back the blanket and exposing his white slim underpants and the bulging member pressing forward. The nights on Dagobah often proved sticky and humid, leaving the youth to sleep in nothing but his briefs. He stood up from his place and looked around, nervous that someone might just catch him in such a **** state. That was foolish, of course, as the only sentient beings were himself and Yoda, who wasn’t going to be up for another hour or so, at the least. The young Jedi slipped down his briefs and carefully set them on the blanket, before looking down at his erect flesh.

Luke reaches down with his right hand and gripped his entire manhood in a tight fist. It had become tradition for him to masturbate once in the morning and once at night; that was the only way he could keep his sanity in this slimehole. He moaned as his foreskin retracted, sliding up and down, precum glistening down his slit. This was becoming an art for Luke. He could make his sessions last as long as a couple of minutes or as long as multiple hours - this time, however, he planned to release soon. One more thrust and... he could feel his penis vibrate and prepared for the inevitable eruption.

Only that eruption never came.

“Suspected I might find you here,” came the gravely voice of Yoda from behind. Luke jumped and turned around to face his master, desperately reaching for his underpants in an attempt to protect his modesty. As he reached down to grab them, the pair flew into the air, landing swiftly in Yoda’s left hand. Luke stood there awkwardly as he looked at his master, his cock still in his right hand, about to burst at any moment. The boy caught Yoda’s other hand reaching out into the ****, closing his fingers into a fist. Luke’s penis almost immediately softened. “Can feel your lust, every morning and every night. If so eager you are to touch yourself, perhaps another teacher I can be. Help you let go of the sounds around you, I will.”