Luke thinks of Han Solo

The young Jedi can feel his sex throbbing beneath his left hand, skin melting beneath his touch as he traced his index finger up and down the prominent vein along his shaft. Luke let out a low moan as he trembled under his own touch; it wasn't often that he gave into lust. It was usually due to there not being enough time in the day as a young recruit for the Alliance, especially on a planet as unmapped and hostile as this one. They had to be prepared for anything and everything - which meant tight shifts, little sleep, and constantly on edge. The youth normally found himself releasing at night in bed, waking up to a sticky mess that he was quick to clean up before any of his peers could notice.

Luke walked toward the door and made sure to turn on the security latch: at this late hour, no one would be looking for him and he and Han were the last remaining scouts. He would be safe to explore his own pleasures in the locker room. With his hand still caressing his cock, Luke walked back into the sonic showers and dimmed the lights. "Han," whimpered Luke, delicately pulling back the tight foreskin that clung to the head of his sex. The rebel was aghast at himself; he knew that his aunt and particularly his uncle would be mortified at him giving into such baseless pleasures. There was a very strict conversation he shared with Uncle Owen - one where his uncle told him that men should never think of other men.

But Luke couldn't help himself.

He remembered just three years back and how enamored he was at the sight of the beautiful Princess Leia. She had an incredible poise and dignity to her actions that made him interested and curious - after all, until he had left Tatooine, he had never thought of another individual sexually like that before. Luke knew that he should have been attracted to her, so he fought his hardest to show that appeal.

But seeing that scoundrel constantly size him down, dominating him in every conversation was the addicting vice that Luke couldn't ignore. Oh, how those exchanges between the two excited him. They made him feel good and flustered. "Han," he repeated, increasing the speed with which he slid his foreskin up and down. He recalled the first time he saw Solo undress from his boxer-briefs and looked shocked at how different he was down there - Han was shockingly trim and didn't have the same foreskin that Luke had. He had a strange scar around his shaft that revealed his head. Not only that but Han was also much bigger than Luke had imagine: nearly six and a half compared to Luke's four and a half.

Luke thrust into his hand as he imagined Solo dominating him; teasing him and taunting him as he played with his sex. "Oh," Luke cried out, increasing his speed tenfold as those lustful thoughts took over. It did not take long for Skywalker to shout out as he reached his peak, semen spraying out of his dick and shooting several feet away as he thrust again and again. This was the longest time he had ever gone on, feeling almost completely drained as he began to finally soften.

He groaned, shaking and shivering within his own ecstasy as he finally peeled himself away from the sonic showers and back to the main room. Luke felt a sharp pain as his penis brushed next to his white briefs, recoiling back and twitching as the unexpected reminder of his pleasure swelled again. "Oh, I really should take the time to do this again sometime," he heaved, taking care to dress himself in the clean clothes placed in his locker.

He wondered if anyone else felt the same for him - did anyone else touch themselves to him the way he just did for Han Solo? Did anyone else care for him like that? Skywalker shrugged and began walking out of the entryway of the locker room, fatigued by his day and spent by his minutes to himself.

"Goodnight," he said casually, so absent-minded that he forgot he was the only soul left in the room.