Barge in

Without even a moment of hesitation you throw up the door and walk right in- and boy are you glad you did.

Luke lays sprawled out on his bunk, pants around his ankle, his hips a bucking mid air as his pale but calloused hands run up and down cock. And boy, what a cock that farm boy has- at least two inches thick and seven inches long with a pair of straining full balls at the base- you have no idea how he managed to keep the thing hidden in his pants all this time, surely it must have been aching to spring out for days.

You watch, amused that Luke doesn't notice you up until you whistle in appreciation. He jerks, startled like a doe, right down to the wide, innocent eyes and grabs the nearest pillow, shoving it over his crotch. He "Han I-"

"Oh no kid." You say, shutting the door behind you and locking it. "Don't stop on my account."

"Han this isn't what it looks like!" He pleads, shifting his hips under the pillow.

You raise an eyebrow, still amused. "What does it look like Farmboy?"

"Like, well, like..." He stammers, to embarrassed to form full words.