The next day was a bit foggy at first.
Woodcarving was not my priority for most of the course, I quickly stopped paying attention to what Bastien was teaching us, focusing on the previous night with him and his body. The married dude, wearing his usual black tank under a red shirt was still sexy as ever, corrupting my mind.
His embrace.
His hug.
That moment he lifted me in the air. Like if I was his wife.
It got worse in the afternoon. I wasn't paying attention to my moves with the tools, and inevitably, something happened. It was predestined. Luckily, it wasn't too serious, but it brought me back into contact with the real world when I felt it pierce through my skin. The sharp sting came first, then the rush of panic:
“Shit—!” I jerked my right arm back, red and already oozing blood fast.
One second, I was holding the piece of oak steady guiding it toward the chisel. The next, the tool slipped, biting into the soft flesh of my arm.
Before I could even process it, Bastien was there. He’d been across the workshop a moment ago, teasing one of the other guys, but now he was in front of me, grabbing a clean rag from the bench with a speed that made my head spin.
“Let me see.” His tone left no room for argument. "Now, boy."
“It’s nothing,” I tried, though the throbbing in my body was saying otherwise.
He pressed the rag gently against the wound, his fingers warm and steady over my skin. “It’s deep, but you’re lucky. Could’ve been way worse bud.”
Around us, the workshop noise had faded — or maybe I just stopped hearing it. There was only Bastien, the faint scent of sawdust and pine in the air, and the firm, careful way he held my hand like it was something fragile.
“You should sit down,” he murmured, already steering me toward a stool. "We've got the first aid kit back there. Someone get it for me!" He shouted to the others.
A group quickly got the kit as he was applying pressure on the cut. I swallowed hard, trying not to notice how close he was, how his brow furrowed like he actually cared. His other hand even found the back of my head and began caressing it, gently.
“It’s fine,” I said again, weaker this time.
“Sure,” he muttered. “and next you’ll tell me you don’t need stitches.”
Bastien took care of me, hovering, glaring at anyone who came too close, like he was personally responsible for keeping me intact. And for some reason, even through the sting and the embarrassment, all I could think was that I didn’t want him to let go of my arm.
He applied an antiseptic to the wound before tenderly covering it with a bandage. I felt like a wounded soldier, rescued by a powerful war medic right after a terrible battle. Of course, the reality was less glorious, but being the subject of his worries was conforting.
Since my right arm was wrapped in bandages and I had almost lost it, Bastien ordered me to rest in my cabin. Arguing with him was pointless, so I simply followed his instructions and lay down in my bed, enjoying the peace and solitude to jerk off.
I quickly came, thinking about the massive bulge I had felt under my buttocks while he held me in his arms.
If only I could feel it against me.
Just one more time...
The knock came just after midnight.
I pushed myself up on my elbows, wincing at the dull ache in my ankle. “Who—?”
“It’s me,” Bastien’s voice, low through the door.
I hesitated only a second before unlocking it. He stepped in, the dimlight of the cabin catching the sharp lines of his face and his toned body under the tank. He had removed his shirt and his hairy pecs were almost bursting out the fabric of the wifebeater. He was holding a small thermos and a cloth bundle.
"Are you ok boy'?" He seemed really anxious about my state.
"I'm fine Bastien really. You shouldn't exaggerate, I don't want to cause any more trouble."
“And you shouldn’t be trying to sleep through that pain,” he countered, gaze flicking toward my ankle. “I figured you’d be too stubborn to text.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. He just closed the door slowly and got to the edge of my bed, setting the thermos on my nightstand.
“Is that your special coffee?”
"Nope. That's my famous cure-all I got you there boy,” he said with a faint smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Don’t ask what it is — just drink it.”
It was a bit too hot at the moment so I blew on it for a minute or so. He watched me with intensity and finally sat on my bed, the wood creaking over his massive body. I could smell his sweat from where I was sitting.
I took the mug he poured, the steam curling up between us. It was a surprising mix of ginger and other ingredients, both sweet, spicy and soothing.
"Thank your. Tastes' great." I told him told him with a comforting smile. "That's exactly what I needed."
"You're walcome kiddo. Hope you don't mind if I stay a bit. Just to be sure you're fine."
As he spoke to me in his deep, masculine, and reassuring voice, I noticed my pulse begin to race. But it wasn’t the drink — it was him, sitting there at the edge of my bed like it was the most natural thing in the world, his weight dipping the mattress just enough that my hip tilted toward him.
“You shouldn’t… you don’t have to—”
“Luc,” he interrupted, soft but firm. “You scared me today.”
I blinked. “It was just a small cut.”
“Yeah, well…” He rubbed the back of his neck, jaw tight. “Seeing you go down like that… I don’t know. I didn’t like it.”
Something in my chest flipped over, and suddenly I couldn’t look at him.
“I’ll be fine,” I whispered.
“I know boy,” he said. And then his hand was there, resting on the blanket just beside my leg, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
The silence stretched for a while, warm and heavy. I was about to end my cup when he cleared his throat. He hesitated — and Bastien never hesitates. Then, almost shyly, he asked:
“Can I… join you? Just for a bit.”
Sorry what ?
Bastien...
Did I heard you right?
My pulse spiked. “Uh—why?”
He scratched his left nipple over the fabric of his top, eyes dropping. “Just… missing it, you know? Having someone close to you and all. I used to fall asleep holding Amanda. Every dam' night. Been' having some bad sleep lately. Guess it could help. Just for a while. Is that ok?”
I blinked at him, trying to make sense of the words. Bastien, the confident, untouchable guy everyone wanted to be or be with, standing there, looking strangely vulnerable. At that moment, I just wanted to let him hug me, just like we did at his spot.
"Also, I don't like the idea of leaving you alone tonight — don't want your wound to reopen, right boy?” His gaze flicked to my bandaged arm, and something tight clenched in my chest.
He didn't let me answer, he removed his boots and his kakis, revealing a pair of white and red checked boxer shorts. It was pretty easy to spot his incredibly thick and long soft cock building the fabric. He had a pair of white sport socks on too, their strong scent quickly invaded the cabin. It seemed this guy feet were also huge and they smelled like a full day of work.
Shit... I'm not going to survive this.
I moved to closer to the wall and turned my back against him, not wanting to show him my raging boner, fearing it could break the moment. The mattress shifted when Bastien lay down, the creak of the frame loud in the quiet cabin. I stayed perfectly still, lying on my side, back to him, like maybe if I didn’t move, my heart wouldn’t explode out of my chest.
Then came the warmth — his body easing closer, the heat radiating from him like a blanket. A pause, and then the tentative weight of his arm sliding over my waist, his forearm resting lightly against my ribs. Not tight, not demanding — just there, anchoring me to him.
“This okay?” he asked softly.
“Yeah,” I breathed, though my heart was hammering.
I closed my eyes, tried to breathe, tried to think about anything but the feel of him against my back — the steady rise and fall of his chest, the slow rhythm of his breathing that brushed warm against my neck.
God. His scent.
It curled in my brain and made it impossible to think straight.
“Relax,” he whispered, voice so low I almost thought I imagined it.
Easy for you to say, you beast.
His left hand got to my injured arm, massaging it for a while:
"Does it still hurt, hon'?"
I didn't answer, I just let him touch me the way he wanted, enjoying his care for me. I could feel every inch where we touched. Quickly, his knuckles were grazing my torso, then my stomach through the thin cotton of my top, the press of his knees near the back of mine, the gentle weight of his head dipping closer over mine. He was big, literally capturing me in his embrace.
He doens't want you. He wants his Amanda back. That's all.
This was just a poor lonely guy, starved for the kind of closeness he’d lost. It didn’t mean anything more. He was straight, and married.
Maybe he even have kids, who knows?
He seemed completely unaware of my internal struggle, his grip tightening around me as if seeking out my warmth. So I stayed still, trying to match my breathing to his, hoping that sleep would come before I completely lost my mind.
I must have dozed out for a few minutes or so because when I woke up, the lights were still on and I had a massive thing moving over my leg.
His big and hairy arms were around me, keeping me even closer than what I remembered. His pecs were moving slowly on my back, still trapped under his tank. But above everything, I could feel a rock-hard dick against my thigh. I could feel it rubbing against me, sending shivers down my spine. And after a few minutes he readjusted himself in his sleep and a strange warmth invaded my ass.
His cock.
It felt so fucking hard against me, pressing insistently between my cheeks. He seemed asleep, but his glans was grinding directly against my ass, trying to break through my bottoms. I tried to escape but Bastien's grip was too strong, his hold too possessive. He pulled me in even closer, mumbling dirty things while his lef foot went over mine and started grinding against it.
Then he moved, making the bed creak. That's when I felt it.
It was raw and wet. Right under my ballsack. I glanced down to see a fucking monster pocking between my legs. I could mostly see the shiny helmet, ozzing precum. It was like the size of my soft dick! It felt like it belonged to a whole other kind of penis: a gigantic version. The enlarged head was like a clenched fist at the end of an arm, aggressive, dangerous.
Shit! That's only the head?
It must have slipeed out of his boxers through the opening and was now radiating heat right under my ballsack. Ready to plow something.
"Sorry, Amanda," he muttered, his breath over my head. "I can't help it."
I didn't say anything, trying to avoid waking him up. He started bucking into my thighs slowly, carefully, his snake of a cock rubbing my cheeks all the way.
Wat was that? Was this guy suffering from sexual sleepwalking or something similar? I only knew one thing: at that moment, he really, really needed that. So I let myself being fucked tenderly. He seemed so desperate to do it right now, while hugging me.
Then, I had an idea.
A terrible, very wrong idea.
I thought about it for a few minutes, while he was still grinding me and whispering things from time to time.
Fuck it. This wouln't be my fault.
HE started this whole thing after all.
I quickly took off my pajama bottoms and got them out of the bed with my feet.
Yes.
I wanted to feel that enormous, married cock against my bare skin. I wanted to to feel its heat without any barriers, to be closer to it's power and stiffness.
Bastien grumbled something over me and I felt his body contract:
"Fuck, hon'" he groaned, his strong hand grabbing my hip. "You feel so good." I moaned in response, my body moving on its own accord.
Was he thinking about his ex's pussy?
Maybe he legit felt like he was inside her. In any case, I could feel his already hard cock expand and grow between my thighs. It seemed to settle there for a while, twitching from time to time, sending shivers through all my body. His dick was like slowly breathing, making my whole body move. I could feel every vein pulsing over me.
And then, he started to thrust. His engorged head was rubbing against my thighs and fucking like if it was a vigina. Slow and ample thrusts. I could feel the wetness of his precum coating my body each time he would thrust back, his dick leaking an impressive amount of juice.
I can't believe I have this giant's cock right here, fucking between my thighs.
Hopefully this monster was not in my ass. It would destroy it in a single thrust. For sure.
His moans and grunts made me just want him more, and soon it was me that pushed back and forced myself onto his entire shaft.
"So tight Amanda." He grunted. "So fucking tight".
Shit. I'm not gonna last long.
I felt his wet dickghead against my balls. It was so big it seemed my ballsack couln't actually fully cover it. Bastien kept fucking, smashing my balls repeatidly as I was struggling not to let my moans escape my lips.
It' too much Bastien.
He gripped me tighter and started mercilessly pounding my ballsack while I was biting my tongue trying to stay quiet. It was like a fist punshing my balls over and over again. It wasn’t long before my orgasm came in waves:
"Fuuuck! fuck me Bastien!" My balls twitching over his engorged helmet.
My orgasm was so intense I could hardly contain my moans, spewing all my spunk around.
He pushed his dick back to my hole and I felt his inflated dickhead press at my ass. The enormous thrusted against my ass, trying to force it open. It was pretty lubed up thanks to the copious amount of precum he was leaking back there. We were in a bad angle and his glans seemed way to big to actually breach through, but I sensed some desperation in his actions that he was craving to fuck my tight hole anyway, no matter if he could fit his beer-can cock in me or not.
And then his hands gripped my pelvis and I felt his log harden even more.
"Fuuuh! Nutting'" he grunted, his movements becoming more frantic.
Shit! It's happening! He's going to blow all over my ass!
He bucked hard on my hole and I felt an explosion of hot cum straight at my entrance. The power of the jet made me legit jump.
"Fuuuck!" He grunted.
Then he withdrew his cock from my hole and thrusted forward again, his cock slapping against my aching balls. I felt another huge jet flood them as Bastien grumbled something about my "pussy."
Shit, you just kicked my balls again with your cock you idiot fuck!
After completely coating them with his heavy sperm, he withdrew again for barely a second and thrust forward vigorously, planting his pulsing cock between my thighs.
"Take it hon'!"
Another powerful jet erupted from between my legs, painting my bedroom wall with a thick, whitish juice. I watched, in awe, his cumspray fly in the air before landing on the paper wall.
He moved rhythmically, his monster of a cock pulsing each time he would thrust forward into my body, shooting rope after rope of baby batter in the air. The pain in my balls lessened, replaced by a kind of pleasurable intensity.
Cum kept spurting out of his thobbing cock in thick streams, splashing all over the bedsheets. This guy had a seed-canon in his pants, ready to fill up every hole it would come across!
After what felt like a full minute of cumblasts being shot on the wall and on my sheets, he started to slow down and before I knew it, his cock withdrew from my thighs and he started to regain his composure. His powerful, wet pecs, still clung to his tank top, steadily pushed my back forward with each breath.
It felt so good and reassuring to be against him, to have made him cum with my body. I knew it was wrong, but this intimate moment with him had been the best sexual experience I ever had. No other dude had ever give me so much pleasure. It was like a dream coming true, being in his embrace and seeing his cock erupt like that.
His left leg got over mine, brushing his sock over my foot. His leg felt heavy and hairy.
I still didn't dare to move, too afraid of him realizing that he had fucked his new student instead of his beloved ex-wife. I stayed there, in his big woodsman arms, and sleep quickly took over, with his sweat and cum fillng my nostrills.
His cock, now getting flaccid was still very impressive and rested between my cheeks, as if waiting for a call to fuck again.
"Good night hon'" He whispered.
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