Date: Mon, 31 Aug 2020 19:28:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Arthor Stories Subject: Breaking in Dad-3 Breaking in Dad-3 Please support Nifty with your donations so we can continue to express and share our stories. Feel free to message me with comments or suggestions. Harvest season started the week after Steve and Gary spent the night. Dad was working late nights so I decided to take him a bag dinner to the farm shed. The shed was a large metal building where they stored the tractors and farm equipment. It had a small office in the corner with a desk, table and chairs, couch and a fridge. It was about two miles from our house. As I pulled up on my bicycle, I noticed there was a bike laying against the opening of the barn. When I walked inside, I heard a familiar voice. I stopped by the tractor to see dad and Gary's friend Steve that was at our house last week. He was shirtless, wearing tight white jeans and work boots. He was 17, 5'10 blonde hair, tan with a flat stomach covered in blonde hair, defined pecs and medium biceps. He had a cross tattooed on his chest. Dad was wearing his tan overalls and work boots, which meant he was wearing only briefs underneath. They both went into the office with the door cracked open. I made my way over to hear and see what was going on. Dad was sitting on the desk and Steve on the couch. They were talking about what was going on for the following day. "Why don't you come sit over here?" he suggested as he patted the couch next to him. Dad moved over to that spot. "I want to thank you for giving me this job Mr.Smith. I can really use the money and it will help my tan," Steve said. "You're welcome. We need extra hands during season," dad said. "So, do you remember much about what happened the other night?" he asked dad. "Yeah, a little bit." dad said. Steve placed his hand on dad's leg and said, "well, I remember, you enjoyed it a lot." Dad was a little uneasy. "I had never had that done by anyone before," he said. Steve began running his hand up dads leg. "Well, we're the only ones here, how about I do it again without you being tipsy," Steve offered. "I'm not sure. I'm not really into this sorta thing," dad said. Steve ran his hand down to dad's inside thigh as he said, "look we're guys. We all get horny and sometimes get tired of using are own hands." He grabbed dad's crotch, "you are already hard." Dad nodded. Steve stood and pulled dad to his feet. He unzipped dad's overalls and reached inside to rub dad's cock over his white briefs. Dad moaned in a low voice. Steve pulled dad's overalls off his shoulders and they fell to the floor around his boots. His cock tented the front of his briefs. At this point, I had a full hard-on and was rubbing my cock through my shorts. Steve dropped to his knees and pulled dad's briefs down to his boots. I had a side view of dad's pale but firm ass and cock fully erect at 7.5 inches uncut with his balls hanging down. Steve licked them and then ran his tongue up the underside of the shaft. He pulled the foreskin back, put his hands on dad's ass, squeezing his cheeks as he swallowed dad's whole cock burying his face in the thick brown bush surrounding dad's cock. Dad moaned loudly. I slid my hand down in my shorts and played with myself while I watched. Steve worked him good. Alternating between deep-throating, sucking the head and jerking him some. Dad announced, "I'm close" followed shortly with, "I'm cumming." Steve gagged slightly as the first squirt of daddy juice hit his throat but managed to contain it all in his mouth and swallow every drop. I was so jealous wanting to taste him in my mouth. As dad bent over to pull up his briefs and overalls, Steve unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear so when he slid them down, his cut 7 inch cock flopped out. He had trimmed pubes and shaved balls. "You're turn," he said to dad as he sat on the couch. Dad looking puzzled said, "what?" Steve responded, "it's your turn to suck me." Dad replied, "I don't know about that. That might be a little much." Steve clearly agitated said, "it's the least you can do. I've now blown and swallowed you twice. I'm horny too. Just try it." Dad reluctantly got on his knees between Steve's legs and leaned forward. My heart was racing and I now had to get my cock out. Dad was on his knees sucking a cock. I pulled my shorts down under my balls so I could jerk myself. I was even more turned watching dad sucking this 17yo as he coached dad on how to do. "Use your tongue and lick my head while you suck," Steve instructed, "Now, go down as far as you can." Dad slid 1/2 of it in his mouth. "Go up and down on me as you suck," Steve said, "You're doing great. Jerk me some while you suck." Dad wrapped his right hand around the base and sucked the head. Steve laid his head back and closed his eyes, moaning. Without a warning, Steve said, "fuck" and began to unload in dad's mouth. The first spurt went inside his mouth and he gagged causing him to pull off and get the rest shot onto his face. My wad fly across the concrete floor of the shed. Dad grabbed a towel and wiped his face as Steve stood and pulled up his pants. I ran back to the opening of the barn and yelled, " hey dad. Are you here? I brought you dinner," as I walked in inside. Dad walked out of the office with Steve following him. Steve grabbed his T-shirt off the tractor, put it on and gave me a fist bump as he was leaving. "See you tomorrow Mr.Smith," he hollered as he got on his bike. I handed dad his dinner and rode my bike back to our house, jealous of what Steve had done but also excited that he was pushing dad further.