Luke thinks of Princess Leia

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. "Leia," whimpered Luke, delicately pulling back the tight foreskin that clung to the head of his sex. His penis was mixed with hot blood and endless pleasure - and it was yearning to celebrate.

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 instantly felt an arousal the first time he saw her, in that holographic projection, even more compounded when he saw her in the flesh.

The youth often wondered how the princess thought of him. She was so kind, righteous, and helpful to him whenever he was in need. Her kindness never went unappreciated by Luke - he lived for her compliments and guidance in a lonely universe. "Leia," he repeated, increasing the speed with which he slid his foreskin up and down. Though Luke suspected that she shared a mutual attraction for one another, he also couldn’t ignore the obvious flirtation she and Han Solo that seemed to becoming more and more commonplace. This filled Luke with jealousy. He recalled the first time he saw Solo undress from his underwear after their first patrol and how shocked he was at how different Solo was down there - Han was much bigger than Luke had imagine: nearly six and a half inches compared to Luke's four and a half.

Luke’s face scrunched up as he tried to push Han out of his fantasizing picture; there was only room for one man in this romance. The youth thrust into his hand as he imagined dominating Leia; pushing himself into her womanhood and hearing her harp tone call out his name again and again. In his mind, her legs were wrapped around his waist as he shoved himself in and out, the warmth of her being the greatest feeling he could imagine. She tugged on his hair so hard, it ordinarily would have hurt but this was everything Luke wanted. ****.

"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 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 Leia? 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.