Skullfucked by my Step-Dad

No music played in my stepdad's Subaru on our way home from the movie theater. I stayed silent and watched the silhouetted forest roll by, partially obscuring a warm full moon. My stepdad, Steven, didn't say anything, but that was nothing new - we had never been close. We tolerated each other rather than loved each other. As long as mom was happy.

Usually I would've done nothing to put myself in a situation like this, sitting alone next to Steven driving half an hour back to our suburban abode. I tried to keep to myself, to stay out of the way, to be nothing to anyone. This was the best way to keep things peaceful and manageable. I tried so hard to never need anything from my mom or step-dad. But today was different. I wanted more than anything to see the new Scream movie and begged my mom to take me. She had to visit her sister though, so she made Steven go. We went together to the AMC theater. I loved the movie. I think Steven liked it. He at least liked his popcorn and cherry coke.

The silence in the car unnerved me, but it's what Steven preferred. He liked a quiet night drive. Although he did break the silence to ask me something.

"So you like movies? I've never seen you ask for anything before."

"Yeah," I said, "I watch a movie everyday. I love them."

"Well we should watch some movies together sometime. I don't want to miss out on anything good."

"Sure." I said. We drove on a bit longer in a weird quiet.

Steven glanced over at me. "Do you want to watch a movie when we get home? Your mom's at her sister's house and I don't have anything to do for the rest of the night. Maybe we could watch another one of those Scream movies."

"Sure," I said again. I wasn't quite sure how to feel about this. On one hand, I had never spent so much time alone with Steven before and was feeling trepidatious. But on the other hand, I was having a nice time and the prospect of watching Scream always excited me.

We arrived home and entered the house together. I asked Steven, "have you seen the original Scream? It's the best of course."

"No, I haven't. Wanna watch it?"

I smiled.

He smiled back. "Come on, let's go to the living room."

I followed him down the short hallway. As always, I took advantage of his turned back to admire his burly figure. He was a tall, muscular man, about 6'3" and built like a football player. Every part of him was thick. His legs were long, wide, and powerful, with sizable calves and bulging thighs, all covered with a carpet of coarse black hair. His shorts tightly encased his beefy ass - you could see the outlines of those cheeks from a mile away. His torso was long and rugged, and you could see his furry stomach peeking out from under his shirt when he lifted up his arms. With herculean biceps and triceps, his arms were virile, brawny, and dangerous. Then there was his chest. I could barely contain myself around those giant pecs straining against his shirt with his nipples visible through the fabric. His chest was exceptionally broad, muscular, and prominent - you could tell just by looking that his pecs were sculpted and rock hard.

Steven's face looked like it had been carved from granite. His jaw was sharp and commanding, his cheekbones wide and angular, his dark black hair was cropped short military style. His beard was a coarse black jungle he kept just long enough to cover his face. The only blemish, if that's even the right word, was a birthmark situated around his right eye. The slight, reddish pigmentation contrasted with his bright green eyes. I had come to appreciate this birthmark as something beautiful. Overall, he left a dramatic, arresting impression of someone who was a classic man down to the core.

I felt like a girl next to him. I had just turned 18 but you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at me. I was skinny with visible ribs and a completely smooth, hairless body. The hair on my head was soft and blonde. I had big, brown eyes and a round jawline. I had never attracted attention from anyone before in my life.

Before Steven turned on the TV, I caught a glimpse of the two of us reflected in it. Steven - big, bulky, manly. Me - half his size and embarrassingly feminine.

We pressed play on the movie and settled in. This time, Steven seemed more engaged and talkative. He asked questions, made jokes that were genuinely funny, and laughed uproariously at all the right moments. As the movie progressed, I became more comfortable and began to realize that I was really enjoying Steven's company. For the first time in a long time, I felt loved.

We paused for a bathroom break about halfway through. When Steven returned to the couch, he sat right next to me. I gave him an awkward glance and he shot back a gleaming smile that reached his eyes.

"It's nice spending time with you, son. I didn't realize you knew so much about movies."

A raging warmth spread through my body, intensely, rapidly, almost painfully. This was the first time he had ever called me "son." Fighting back tears, I managed to squeak out "I enjoy spending time with you too... dad."

Steven smiled even wider. Our eyes connected for a brief moment. I felt as if he had glanced into my soul and seen me for the first time as a son, a real son. And for the first time in my life, I felt like I had a real dad.

Steven put his arm around my shoulders, looked into my eyes, and said "You know I love you, right?"

The dam broke. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. "I know," I replied, tears streaming down my face. "I love you too, dad."

"You're a good boy, son."

It was the happiest I had ever been. I rested my head against his heavy arm, wiped tears from my face. "Thank you, dad." It was all I could say.

The movie stayed paused as Steven looked at me. He reached over and wiped away fresh tears.

"I know we haven't always been close. But I want that to change. You mean so much to me, I can't imagine life without you, and I want to be your dad for as long as I live. I want to be there for you, cheering you on, celebrating your victories. I'm always here for you, son. I love you more than I can say." His arm tightened around me and I felt his hand grab my shoulder. I scooted closer to him so we were pressed up against each other. I could feel his heart beating, the heat radiating from the bulk of him. His warm breath brushed my face as he leaned closer to me, gazing at me with genuine love and compassion. All the tension in my body released and I leaned into him, letting go of all the uncertainties I had about this man. I closed my eyes and tilted my face up towards his. Without realizing it, I slightly parted my lips.

His lips touched mine, warm and strong. I felt them pull gently on my bottom lip. His tongue lightly brushed over my mouth. I smiled in his passionate caress.

I eagerly pressed my lips to his and wrapped my arms around his thick, muscled body. He pulled me even closer, our bodies yearning to merge into each other, and he kissed me with rising intensity. I felt his tongue reach deeper into my mouth, his lips connecting with mine and forming a seal within which our tongues met, embraced, and danced. There was a tightening in my pants as my cock swelled hotly and demanded more.

Steven's hands were massive. His strong, thick fingers wrapped around my neck, found their way under my shirt. I gasped when I felt him touch my quivering stomach. He rubbed my nipples and gently pinched them as he kissed me. I trembled uncontrollably as he slid his mouth over my neck and to my ear, where he used his penetrating tongue to make me squeal with pleasure.

I extended my hand and gently placed a tentative finger on his enormous chest. He smiled at me, grabbed my hand, and pressed it entirely against his rock hard chest. He flexed his muscles for me and I almost shot my load right then and there. My mouth fell wide open as I felt the enormity of his strength under my boyish hand. I found his hard nipple and rubbed it through his shirt. He moaned - no, he GROWLED - and squeezed my thigh, pulling me down onto my back. He was on top of me now, staring down into the depths of my eyes with a burning hunger.

"You're such a good boy, son," he whispered hoarsely.

"Thank you, dad."

He grabbed the bottom of his polo shirt and lifted it over his head, revealing his gorgeous, massive, hairy body. He was breathing heavily and I could see his chest heaving up and down with every breath. I couldn't believe it. He was the hottest man I had ever seen in my life.

I reached up and slid my hand from his neck down across his chest to his navel, feeling the thick carpet of his untamed chest hair flow through my slender fingers. Steven took my shirt in his hands and yanked it off. He ran his hand over my chest and bit his lips like a wild animal. I noticed something hard bulging in his pants.

He plunged down and devoured me. His tongue greedily danced into my mouth and down my throat as his hands groped my body. His pelvis pushed down onto mine and he started grinding against me. My throbbing cock propelled my pelvis up to meet his and we lustily rubbed our bulges against each other while tonguing and feeling our bodies.

Steven propped himself up, effectively doing a plank with me underneath. He smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth.

"Wanna move to the bedroom?" he asked.

I smiled back. "Sure," I said.

He jumped up and pulled me up off the couch with warm gusto. Leading me by the hand, we hustled to the bedroom that had always been my mom's. He turned around, wrapped me in a tight embrace, groped my ass, kissed me deeply, and then picked me up effortlessly and threw me onto the bed. He leapt up after me, crawled on top of me, and growled as he gazed into my astonished face.

I reached up and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him hard. I looked up into his bright green eyes. "I love you, dad."

"I love you too, son."

He flipped me onto my stomach and tore my pants off, leaving me completely naked. I heard him breathing hoarsely and felt a gentle kiss blossom on my ass. And then another one. And another and another, covering both cheeks. His giant hands could easily cover my ass cheeks, grabbing them, squeezing them entirely. He pulled them apart to reveal my virgin, pink hole. I felt his tongue brush over my anus and I instinctively gasped and clenched. He laughed softly and did it repeatedly until I relaxed my hole. He tongued my young hole and I felt my engorged cock throbbing with anticipation. God, he felt so good.

He flipped me over again, exposing my hard, dripping cock. It was pretty, slightly above-average, and had a mushroom head that spilled precum like a leaky faucet. Steven bit his lips and began to slowly stroke my cock, spreading my precum over the head and using it as lube as his coarse fingers moved up and down my member, grabbing my balls and softly pulling on them. He stared into my eyes and I stared right back. Those beautiful green eyes, made even more vibrant by the red birthmark. I stared deeply into the eyes until that was all I could see - a green iris dazzling.

My wet cock was pulsating and throbbing and I couldn't take it anymore, I was going to cum if he didn't stop. I gasped and moaned and grabbed his hands and told him I was close. I reached down and grabbed at his crotch, still clothed.

"I want you," I gasped, "I need you."

He kissed me fiercely. "I'm yours."

He climbed off the bed and stood looking down at me at the foot of it. He slowly unbuttoned his pants and slid them off. I watched intently, practically drooling at the sight of his tight underwear displaying an outline of something huge and monstrous. There was a wet spot gleaming at the tip. Steven smiled. He could tell how much I craved that cock. He knew I was nothing without it.

He sauntered over to the side of the bed near me, took my hand, and placed it on the tremendous bulge in his underwear. I felt the intense heat, the rock hard shaft, the heartbeat throbbing within it. I touched the wet spot of precum and put my finger in my mouth to taste it.

"Such a good boy..." he whispered.

Steven shifted closer so his crotch was right next to my face. I could smell his musk and sweat and it turned me on like nothing else I had ever experienced. I felt like I was going to cum just from the scent. My cock twitched and a drip of precum oozed out.

He took my face in his hands and moved my head right next to his bulge. Then, he grabbed the top hem of his underwear and slowly began to pull it down. His loud, wild bush crept out, the long black pubes curling throughout his entire crotch - not a single inch of skin was left untouched by his dark, explosive bush. The smell, growing more and more intense, was utterly mesmerizing.

The start of his shaft appeared as Steven pulled his underwear down further. It was huge, girthy, and strong, like the foundation for a colossal monument. There was a vein slightly bulging out over the top. The shaft, emerging from the bush like a snake in tall grass, was about as thick as my wrist. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Behind the shaft were two immense, pendulous testicles. His scrotum was loose, hairy, and perfect, hanging down like a bull's. As the air touched them, I saw his balls twitch and slightly pull up and fall back down.

I watched, amazed, as Steven pulled down his underwear even further. More shaft appeared, thick and throbbing. It was like watching a magic trick. How much cock can fit in there? Steven was obscenely well-endowed.

My mouth was agape with amazement as his cock head finally appeared. It was substantially thicker than the shaft and was gorgeously shaped. The glans were gargantuan red pedals with perfect, smooth ridges. I leaned in closely to admire it. And then Steven's underwear came all the way off and his cock sprang violently up and slapped me in the face, leaving me with a streak of precum across my cheek.

We laughed, and he took his monster cock and lightly tapped my face with it.

"You like that?"

I looked up at him with wide eyes. "I love it, dad."

He bent down and kissed me. He rubbed his forehead against mine. "I love you, son."

I reached over and grabbed his enormous cock. I could barely get my fingers around it, the size was so unbelievable. I felt his heartbeat pulsating within it. As I began to stroke him, Steven let out a warm breath on my face and softly moaned. "Good boy."

He climbed into the bed next to me and put his arm around me. "Keep doing that."

I gently squeezed his cock and moved my hand up and down its leviathan length. I cradled his balls in my hand and softly tugged on them. They were heavy like billiard balls.

As I was stroking his huge cock with one hand, I reached over with the other and clutched his chest. He flexed his muscles for me. I seized his pec and savored the hairy expanse of pure, hulking muscle. His nipple was large and protuberant. I took it in my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. I felt a bead of precum drip down his shaft as I stroked him and licked his nipple and ran my hand over his hairy torso and pressed my entire body against his side, grinding my leaking cock against his rugged thigh.

Without thinking, I sat up and moved my mouth to his dick. First, I placed my cheek against the shaft, rubbing it on my face and looking up at him. He was staring down at me with profound, fervid lust. I stuck out my tongue and tapped his massive cock head against it, flicking my tongue over the humongous glans. His cock twitched and I saw the glans swell in size as he throbbed in my hands.

Steven started growling. His fingers were in my hair, his palm flat against my skull. I opened wide and plunged down the long shaft. Steven gasped and moaned and his pelvis thrust up to meet my throat. I took it all, leading his cock all the way down my throat until my nose was in his bush and his balls on my chin. Tears rolled down my face as I worked the massive shaft. I was breathing heavily out of my nose as his head and shaft plunged down my esophagus repeatedly. I found the tight spot where my throat narrows and used it to massage his throbbing cock up and down. I felt his precum dripping down my eager throat.

"Fuck," he moaned, "Holy fuck."

I wet his cock with my spit and used my hands to work his shaft as I took his bulk down my throat over and over, relishing the sense of just barely being able to take this massive cock, just barely being able to hold the entire thing in my tight throat. It was almost too much, but I wanted it so bad - I NEEDED it so bad. I played with his massive heavy bull balls and held onto them like my life depended on it as Steven began to take control. He took a fistful of my hair and did not let go. He pushed my head down on his throbbing cock until it was fully in my throat, and kept me there. I was breathing hard out my nose, sweating bullets, and heavy tears fell from my eyes as he used my throat like a sex toy for his monster cock. He pressed my head down, let me come up, and then pressed me down again and again. I could barely see. All I could feel was his cock fucking my skull.

He fucked my throat harder and faster, harder and faster. With climbing aggression, he worked his cock down my throat every way he could, exploring how much I could take. Both of his hands were locked on my head now, giving me orders that I followed hungrily. He held my head still as he began to thrust and shove his cock into the depths of my throat with an insatiable appetite. My arms were shaking violently as I held myself over his crotch and worshipped his towering enormity. Vaguely, I was aware of my cock leaking profusely onto his legs. I was shaking all over.

Steven's thrusting became animalistic and brutal. He began to growl and yell and breath heavily, like a tiger closing in on its prey. He was losing control, surrendering to his base instincts. I greedily took his cock down my throat and thought of nothing except his hot load exploding inside me. I was moaning without realizing it.

Suddenly, Steven pulled me up and laid me out on my back. Then he climbed on top of my chest, squeezing my body with his strong, muscular thighs. His cock was right in front of my face, dripping with my own spit.

He took my head in both his hands and held me still as he slid his girthy cock into my mouth, pushing it all the way down my throat. Slowly, Steven slid in and out of my mouth as he got into place.

As I laid on my back with Steven's immense cock sliding back down my throat, I took in the incredible sight of him. A huge, burly man, with engorged muscles. God he was so hot. My cock dripped more precum as I slid my hands up his thick thighs, feeling his tensed quads bulging under his taut, hairy skin. I moved my hands to his stomach and felt his abs working as he started thrusting his cock down my throat with rising fervor. Our eyes met and I almost jumped at the fiery passion radiating from his hungry glare. Steven wasn't playing around anymore. He wanted me. He wanted my throat.

Then he began to thrust into me with bestial bloodthirst. He was fucking my face like a wild animal - brutal, savage, subhuman. He couldn't have stopped if he tried. The headboard creaked as he hammered my head into it with his heavy cock, pounding me like a tool.

Something utterly feral took control of my body. My mind and spirit fled from me, leaving behind a raw pile of flesh with one purpose - to make Steven cum. I expanded my throat and gulped his cock eagerly, tasting every inch and loving every second I had him inside me. My face was soaking wet with tears, sweat, and spit. In an exhilarating moment of sheer, consummate transcendence, my throat and Steven's cock merged into one singular being, a creature born of rapacious lust, intolerable yearning, and an insatiable craving for cum. The creature ROARED.

My body convulsed, I stopped breathing, and I shot heavy ropes of cum to the top of Steven's sinewy back. My cock throbbed and pulsated violently as I came. Steven bellowed like a warrior and fucked the back of my skull into blind oblivion. The world turned upside down and the creature took my skull and pounded it, pounded it, pounded it into Steven's ungodly cock bursting. I was still cumming.

Steven thundered and dug his fingernails into my scalp, ruthlessly fucking my young throat with the unforgiving force of a freight train. "Oh fuck. Jesus fuck," he sputtered as he straightened his back and positioned himself for a last burst of frantic, feral fucking.

He drilled my face over and over again. I reached up and felt his huge, hard back muscles, covered in my own cum. His lats were big enough for me to hold onto as he drove his dick down my throat. He let out a ferocious roar as he held me down and explosively jackhammered my face like a wild beast going in for the kill strike. I felt his entire body tense up as his cock forcefully plowed into the depths of my throat and violently erupted and shot inexhaustible strings of hot, heavy cum down into my stomach. Steven pressed my head all the way down onto his cock and he kept me there as he pumped his massive load into me, still thrusting hard with every ejaculation.

He thrust into me one more time, his eyes closed, and then extracted his spent, dripping wet cock from my mouth. I looked up at its glistening length and noticed a drop of cum still left on the tip. I took his staggering member and gently sucked off the remaining cum. He shivered and laid down next to me. We were both breathing heavily.

"Damn son... you're... incredible. That was the best orgasm I ever had." He wrapped his arms around me.

"Thanks dad." I leaned over and kissed him. "I'm so happy you're in my life."

He pulled me close. I rested my head on his huge, hairy chest. We closed our eyes and enjoyed the sensation of our hot, wet bodies pressed up against each other.