His friend, Biggs

Luke pushed down his trousers all the way down to his ankles, leaving him completely naked on his bed save for the white briefs he always wore. With his right hand, he peeled down the waistband and allowed for his sex to slip out into the cold air. “Kriff, it’s been awhile,” he said, looking down curiously at his twitching penis. He remembered the first time in school when they all had to change - that was where he gained the unfortunate distinction of “Wormie.” His sex was a little different from everyone else, with skin sheathing himself that everyone else on the planet seemed to lack.

He was different, in more ways than he could count.

In fact, that was actually how Biggs and him became friends. Skywalker’s peers were so relentless and cruel that the older youth fought back for him, defending him against their taunts and jeers. The two men enjoyed a strong friendship ever since - sure, Luke had decent relationships with Windy and Fixer but it was nowhere near the same as what he had with Biggs. There was something.. special.. about the two of them.

Luke noticed it when they both went into the sonic sauna together for the first time, around the time he was sixteen and Biggs was twenty. Something in his heart, and his head, was craving for something more as he saw that man completely naked in front of him. Where Luke was scrawny and nearly hairless, Biggs was muscled and covered with patches of hair (including that mustache decorating his face). It was like looking into a mirror and seeing everything that he wasn’t but everything that he craved - he wanted Biggs and he wanted him now.

“You’re a bit of a grower, eh, Luke?”

The youth bit down on his lip as he recalled Biggs teasing him as they looked at each other nude. Not only was his cock different from the rest, it was significantly smaller than the average - especially when compared to Biggs. “It does what it needs to,” he retorted back at the time. The memory was enough for Luke to reach his full state, all four and a half inches, and enough to drive him wild with desire. He reached for his cock and began tugging up and down on his head, moaning and groaning as he thought of his best friend and all of his physical attributes that turned him on so much.

“Oh,” Luke moaned, his foreskin grinding against his head as he increased his intensity. It wasn’t long before he was about to completely spill his seed, free himself of his nectar, and collapse in an exhausted heap. He began to prepare himself for it, his hips bucking up and down as he felt his sex twitch in his hand. Almost, almost, almo-

“Hey, Luke!”

Semen shot out of Luke’s penis just as those words entered his room from the window nearby, spraying all over his belly and bed as he desperately tried to conceal himself, both hands futilely cupping his cock and balls as they continued to shoot out of his seed. “Kriff,” Luke groaned, looking around frantically for his clothes as he tried to identify the voice.