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Anakin had fucked up and he knew it. At 16 years old, he was young enough to be forgiven for dumb mistakes occasionally, but old enough to still feel the guilt and shame of failing his master. True, Obi Wan hadn't outright punished Anakin, but he knew he didn't have to. Anakin was beating himself up enough for the two of them. They had been traveling for days, viewing ancient Jedi outposts in the backwaters of the outer rim, and meditating on their connection to the Force. Anakin, though already quite strong in the force, with confidence in his abilities bordering on arrogance, was beginning to actually understand the connection his master had with the Force, and the true ways of the Jedi. He had felt like the journey had been successful so far and that he was exceeding expectations. On the road to becoming a master himself any day now, he thought. Then Anakin decided to get cocky and try to maneuver through an asteroid field instead of going around it. While laughing at Obi Wan's panicked consternation the tip of their left wing clipped an asteroid starting a chain reaction that ended with their ship in absolute ruins on a planet that reminded Anakin way too much of Tatooine.
Six hours of walking through desert dunes had led them to what passed for civilization but resembled more a collection of shacks in the middle of the desert. The local tavern had a single room to let in the back of the upper floor and it was here that Anakin and Obi Wan were meant to stay until they could work out how to contact the other Jedi. The owner of this shack provided two bottles of water pulled from some hidden well beneath the town. It was all they were allowed that day so they could only splash a little on their faces before chugging the rest. But now the sun was setting and though the locals had explained that the heat would not dissipate at night, all they could do was rest. Or in Anakin's case, sulk. He heard Obi Wan enter the room from the tiny adjoining bathroom and rolled his head over to check his master's mood, still waiting for the anger simmering below the surface to dissipate or explode out. What he saw was his master strolling into the room in nothing but his underwear, a pair of white briefs clinging snug to his body, arms raised as he pressed a damp towel to the back of his neck.
"I mean really Anakin, you couldn't crash land us on a planet with running water? Or at least enough electricity to power a fan?"
Anakin opened his mouth and shut it again. He couldn't think of a snarky reply in this heat, or with the wildly distracting view in front of him. His master, never without his robes, immaculately composed at all times, standing here in front of his pupil nearly naked. Obi Wan's face was flushed and beads of sweat rolled down his neck. His body was muscular - Anakin knew his master was physically strong but the tone on this man. His strong arms raised to reveal dark hair underneath, wet in his armpits from the sweat. His chest was covered in a mat of curly brown hair, with a trail leading down his navel to his underwear where the top of his bush peaked out over the waste band. Anakin tried desperately not to stare but his master's soft cock was outlined perfectly in his underwear, pressing against the fabric in a way that made Anakin dizzy.
He snapped his eyes back up to his master's face but they lingered on Obi Wan's chest. His two big pecs rose from his chest covered in fur, and his pink nipples we're hard, poking out obscenely, begging to be licked, touched,
He had looked too long. His eyes moved up and met Obi Wan's which were looking at Anakin with a glimmer of a smile.
"Now, I know you've never seen me undressed like this, but you are staring quite intensely..." Obi Wan said with a smile. "Don't worry, your training will give you the same physique by the time you're my age. You're already halfway there honestly, you're probably stronger than the rest of the padawans in your age group."
Anakin offered another solemn "I'm sorry master," and turned over in the bed, his face at the wall and his back to the room, unable to accept the compliment his master had offered, shame and embarrassment wrapped around him like a blanket.
Obi Wan softened. "I know Anakin I know. Maybe this will be the last time we have to learn this lesson together and in the future you will be more careful. Now scoot over, this bed isn't big enough for both of us but we'll have to make it work. And you might as well lose the robe otherwise you'll be sweating and smelling worse than those cattle looking creatures they have out back."
Anakin sat up in the bed, heart pounding, and slipped his robe off, then tunic, then pants, tossing them on the floor in a heap. He laid back in his underwear and hoped desperately that his body wouldn't betray him. It had started around the time Anakin was 13: dreams about the other boys at the Jedi temple swimming together, getting naked together, kissing. Mornings waking up to throbbing hard cock and, on one occasion, a wet spot on his pants and a memory of dreaming indescribable pleasure. That dream had featured his master. That dream had scared Anakin. The Jedi were taught to avoid attachment, but Anakin was about as attached as he could be. He had met Obi Wan at a young age, and the older man had taken him under his wing, shown him kindness and caring, and had been the closest thing to a father figure Anakin had ever known. Anakin's love for his master ran deep, he knew, but in the last year he had worked desperately hard to suppress burgeoning feelings of lust and desire. He had thought himself successful at this - he hadn't had a wet dream in months - but today was new and different, and his mind was frantic. He lay back in the bed, as far over to the side of the bed against the wall as he could, but when Obi Wan laid down his shoulder was up against Anakin's, and the hairs on their thighs brushed together.
Obi Wan turned on his side, facing Anakin. He had sensed something in the Force between him and Anakin months before..something hidden but powerful. Thinking it to merely be adoration as a boy would his older brother or father, Obi Wan ignored it and his sneaking suspicions. But this was all but confirming it. His heart fluttered with reciprocated desire and the anticipation of the step he was about to take. He raised his right hand off the bed and laid it gently in the center of his padawan's chest, feeling the curls of the little patch of hair that had started to grow between the boy's pecs.
"Anakin, calm yourself .... it's okay. We're safe, we're alive, I forgive you for crashing our ship, and I am more than happy to share this bed with you tonight. Your heart is racing my young padawan. Deep breaths"
Obi Wan moved his face closer to Anakin's, his mouth next to the boy's ear. He inhaled deeply, smelling the boy's sweat and his natural scent mingling with his own, and watching as his hand rose with Anakin's chest, and fell back down as they exhaled together. They breathed together again, and a third time. Obi Wan's hand moved back and forth, rubbing Anakin's chest, gliding with the sweat. They were both slick with it. The room was sweltering, and thick with the scent of the sweat coming from their pits, and from their underwear. He moved his hand up and down, moving from Anakin's chest to his abdomen, feeling the bumps of well-developed muscle there, and the slight trail of dark hair leading down to the tent of obvious arousal in the boy's underwear.
Obi Wan smiled, sitting up on his elbow so he could look Anakin in his eyes as he slid his hand down Anakin's stomach and onto the bulge in his pants. Anakin gasped and his eyes shot open, meeting Obi Wan's gaze with surprise, fear, and pupils blown wide open.
Obi Wan chuckled softly, "so you are strong in the Force and gifted in your pants eh? You really are perfect, Ani"
The pet name caused Anakin's cock to twitch. Hard. Obi Wan's hand squeezed and their mouths met. First slow, kissing and breathing into the kiss. Obi Wan's tongue pushed into Anakin's mouth and the boy's lips parted with a moan. Their tongues whirled against each other, the kissing becoming more intense, frantic, like they had been wanting this for years. Anakin was adrift in the sensation of his master, his Obi Wan, gripping his hard cock, sucking on his lips, his master's beard rubbing against his own newly developed stubble. Obi Wan's hand slipped below the waistband and gripped Anakin's throbbing hard cock, squeezing, thumb rubbing the head and feeling the precum already leaking out of his boy. Anakin moaned into his master's mouth and his hands gripped the sheets under him, his whole body tensing. Obi Wan rolled on top of his padawan, sitting up and staring down at the boy, while his ass rubbed on the hard cock under him.
"It's okay Ani, I want this. You want this. Put your hands on me. Touch me, darling."
He lifted Anakin's two hands and placed them on his chest, and Anakin's mouth was slack open again, practically drooling. His hands groped his master's big tits, feeling the furry chest hair wet with sweat, the muscles rippling under his touch.
"Down"
He obeyed his master. His hands slid down, and pulled on the waistband of his master's underwear. His master sat up a little, and Anakin slid the underwear down right under his master's balls. His nose was hit with the smell of Obi Wan's un-showered sweaty balls and his eyes rolled with the intoxicating scent. Obi Wan's cock was huge, or at least bigger than anything Anakin had seen. Uncut, the foreskin stretched along the head of the rock hard cock as it bobbed obscenely in front of Anakin's face. He craned his neck forward and his master read his mind, moving forward and sliding his cock right into Anakin's hot waiting mouth.
Ecstasy. Anakin stared up at the sight of his master's hairy muscled body, eyes shining with lust. He throated his master's cock and Obi Wan began fucking Anakin's throat.
"Fuck Anakin I could cum right now. Here hold on"
Obi Wan sat back in the bed, back to the wall, legs spread open, cock standing straight up.
"On your knees boy"
Wordlessly Anakin obliged. At a better angle now, he could properly worship this massive dick. He gripped the base of the shaft with one hand. Leaning down, he pressed his nose into his master's balls and licked hungrily, stroking the cock slowly. He took the balls into his mouth, feeling hair on them with his tongue, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply that sweaty tangy smell of his master. Inexperienced and dazed, Anakin could do nothing but put his mouth all over his master. He licked the shaft all the way up from the base to the tip, and found the clear bead of precum gathered there. He licked it up, tasting the salty sweet arousal and it drove him to swallow the whole thing. He bobbed up and down trying to take as much cock as he could.
Obi wan had one hand on the back of his padawan's head and the other gripping the sheets for dear life.
"Fuck me Ani ...you feel so goooodddd oh my wait wait"
He gripped the boy's hair and pulled Anakin off his dick, and breathed slowly for a second relaxing his grip on the sheets and his apprentice's hair. His boy looked up at him confused, hurt almost.
"Ani that mouth is so good I almost blew my load right then. And I don't want to finish with you just yet."
Anakin looked up at Obi Wan and smiled. He was on his knees there on the floor, eyes shining, hair mussed, cheeks red, lips pink and wet. He could feel his own cock throbbing between his legs and knew with certainty that if he started jerking himself off he would cum in seconds. Just the sight of his master sweaty, hairy, naked and leaning back in front of him with his hard pink cock throbbing there was too much.
"What do you want me to do, my master?" Anakin asked with a smirk. Even in this new frontier of their relationship he could still be a little asshole.
"On the bed. Hands and knees. Let me see that little hole."
Anakin leapt into position. He arched his back, pushing his pink hole toward Obi Wan. The master swore softly and put both hands on Anakin's ass, spreading his cheeks slightly. There was a little hair there too, just grown in over the last couple years. His pink hole surrounded by a halo of black curly hair, and his cheeks covered in a softer fuzz.
"Fuck, you might end up with more hair than me"
"I hope so, I want to look just like you master."
"Oh yeah?" Obi wan grinned. With one thumb he traced his boy's hole, pushing and rubbing on it. He leaned into and breathed hot on Anakin's hole. The smell of the boy's sweaty hole rose to Obi Wan's nose and he felt his cock twitch. He leaned in and licked. Once, long and wet, up the crack of Anakin's ass. The boy put his head down in the pillow and moaned as loud as he could. His master's tongue was expert, darting and licking around Anakin's hole, poking in, lapping big licks, sucking it all in. Hungry slurps as Obi Wan tasted his young apprentice. He reached a hand through the boy's legs and grabbed Anakin's cock, feeling it hard and hot and absolutely dripping g with precum.
"Master are you going to fuck me?" Anakin whined
"Well my sweet boy I don't know, have you ever been fucked before?"
"No" the boy replied shyly, "but I've seen it. Some of the Jedi at the temple...the steam room."
"Ahh of course, the training room sauna. So the boys are still down there playing with each other huh?" Obi Wan laughed softly "just like in my day as a padawan." He looked down at Anakin, who had turned onto his side to look up at his master while Obi Wan's hands caressed the soft muscle of Anakin's ass. "Maybe some other time when we're more prepared I'll show you how to take this cock, my sweet boy. For now, I want you to cum and you're going to cum inside me. Lay down on your back."
Anakin's heart pounded and his cock jumped again, laying on his back as instructed and thinking to himself, "He wants me to fuck him?? Has my master been riding cock? Fuck I wanna watch that"
Then, his master was in between his legs, head bowing down to Anakin's stiff cock. Swirling his tongue on Anakin's cock, spitting on it, drooling big globs of spit onto the throbbing dick in front of him.
"You smell so good baby" He growled, and his apprentice moaned in response.
He worked his way up Anakin's torso, kissing, licking, sucking on his hard nipples. He lifted grabbed Anakin's hands and pinned them up above his head. Obi Wan dived straight into the boys armpits, smelling the day's sweat and licking at the dark patches of hair under his arms. He inhaled deeply and moaned into his boys armpits and felt Anakin's cock pulsing under him. Time to give the boy what he wanted.
Obi Wan got up and squatted over Anakin, spitting into his hand and rubbing it on his own hole. He held his cock at the base with his balls scooped up in his hand, and with the other hand he positioned Anakin's cock. Then, eyes locked with Anakin's, Obi Wan leaned back onto Anakin's dick taking the entire thing up to the hilt in one smooth motion. He could only throw his head back and moan out as Anakin's cock pushed on his prostate, filling Obi Wan completely.
Anakin practically screamed the word master as the sensation hit him. Leaning forward so their faces were an inch apart, Obi Wan began bouncing up and down, up and down, slowly first, then fast, pounding Anakin's fat cock into his hole. He could already feel his orgasm rising up within him, threatening to burst out of him hands-free. Anakin felt his cock going in and out of that hot tight warmth and watched as his cock disappeared again and again deep into his master. His master, riding like a fucking pro, his big dick bouncing, slapping on Anakin's stomach, thick strands of precum stretching between his cock and Anakin's skin with every bounce.
"Fuck master I can't this is oh fuck oh fuck I'm cumming!! Fuck ...daddy!!!" and Anakin came, hard, pumping his seed deep into Obi Wan. Obi wan couldn't take it anymore, grabbed his own cock and stroked once, twice, and climaxed. He threw his head back "fuck Ani!" and sprayed rope after rope across Anakin's chest, with one spurt of hot thick cum hitting Anakin square on the lips.
As the heat of lust subsided, the heat of the room came back to them. Hot and flushed in the face, Obi Wan collapsed next to his padawan. Looking over, he smiled, seeing the young man looking absolutely blissed out, with cum dripping down his chin in the little stubble he had, and on his chest, and abs. "Fuck, I really covered the boy in cum," he thought. "Better clean you up a little" he murmured in Anakin's ear, and then his mouth was on Anakin, lapping cum off the boy's chest, sucking on his nipples, hungrily drinking the cum and then, working his way back up, ending in a cum-filled deep sensual kiss. They breathed together in that sticky sweaty mess and felt the Force move between them. He had heard what Anakin had called him in the throes of his orgasm.
"Daddy"
Now there was a word that sparked something deep inside him. Even after having already cum, his cock twitched again thinking about his Ani calling him daddy. Obi Wan tabled the thought and decided to think on it again tomorrow, in day light. Maybe he could think more clearly about it in the waking hours. He lay there listening to the sounds of Anakin's breath settling, wind softly blowing outside, night bugs chirping in the distance.
"I love you"
Anakin had spoken it into the quiet dark heat of their room. Loud enough that Obi Wan heard it, soft enough that he could tell Ani meant it. He turned and looked into his padawan's eyes.
"My baby Ani. I have loved you since I first took you on as my padawan. And I will love you ever more, darling"