Luke dreams of Han Solo

Luke was asleep in the protected medical wing of the rebel alliance. The infirmary was closed at this time, save for the droid 2-1B that carefully moderated the facility while its patients rest. Though a tunic was given to him to protect his modesty while he was sleeping, the knot proved weak and was quick to become undone, leaving him bare in a fresh pair of briefs. Gone were the mentions of Dagobah and the elusive master Yoda; instead, Skywalker laid still save for a promising growth in his underpants.

The young Jedi was in the middle of a passionate dream.

“I’ve been waiting for you all this time,” Luke said, his position unchanging in the dream. The rebel was completely naked in his mind, sitting still on the medical cot. Han Solo was standing at the edge of the door, so unbearably nude. “I think you know what I want to say, Han. I’ve been wanting to say it for months now but so much has been going on. I’ve been too afraid. Scared of what you might think.”

“Whatever it is, Luke, you can tell me,” Han said as he inched toward him, his muscular arms folded as he studied his friend intently. Luke looked down and saw Han’s soft manhood twitch as he stepped forward, an impressive length dangling between his thighs. He couldn’t help himself as he compared Han to his own flaccid length, biting down on his lip as he looked at the pathetic pucker he called a penis. That was the difference between the two of them - Han had a cock and Luke had a penis. It made him so jealous, that he was inferior to Solo despite being the one chosen by the ****, the one with an all-powerful lightsaber. So jealous that he wanted him to pin him down and claim him as his own.

“I love you.”

The smuggler’s brow twisted as he listened to what Luke had just said. His arms fidgeted before he finally sat down directly next to the kid, carefully cupping the outline of Luke’s jaw. “I’ve always had a feeling you were gay. The way you used to act about the Princess? No one puts on that much of a show,” Han winked, his face getting awfully close to Luke; his right hand trickled up Luke’s thigh before delicately playing with his little organ. The boy shivered as he felt those rough callused fingers play with his foreskin. “Well, kid, I’m not gay. But since this is your fantasy and I know you’ve always wanted me... I think I just might give you what you want.”

Luke’s cheeks were bright pink as Han’s lips went down to kiss him; stubble from the older man’s scratched and etched on Luke’s smooth cheeks, making the boy squirm underneath him. Han continued to play with Luke’s penis, which was starting to grow to full size, a little less than five inches.

“I think you’re a little short for a rebel, kid.”

“You’ll find I’m full of surprises,” Luke cracked back, kissing him once more.