Garret had just turned ten on his last birthday and loved to work on their farm way off by himself. He did this because he liked to removed his clothes and get a good tan and he just liked the feel of the warm sun and slight breezes on his naked body. He had finished his work for the day and walked slowly back toward the home place with just his shorts on. He didn't know his father had seen him working nude and had smiled to himself, remembering doing the same thing as a young boy.
As Garret got to the barn to put his equipment away, he heard a strange noise coming from behind the barn. It sounded as if one of the cows was having a difficult time breathing. However, he knew a sick cow could sometimes be very dangerous so he slipped up quietly and peered around the corner, behind the barn. It wasn't a cow at all. It was his older brother with his pants around his ankles and his hand was going back and forth so rapidly that it was a blur. "Why is Warren hitting himself in the belly?" Garret wondered. Then Warren changed hands and Garret could see that he wasn't hitting himself at all, but was pumping on his dick which was big and stiff. As Garret watched the fascinating action, he felt a movement in his underwear and realized that it was his dick he was feeling. He reached down to rearrange it and a shiver raced up his spine as the movement gave him a wonderful feeling. He'd been aware recently that something was changing "down there" and that sometimes rubbing against something gave him great pleasure but he really didn't understand what was happening.
"Hey! What are you doing spying on me?" Warren yelled and made Garret suddenly aware that he was in trouble.
"I wasn't exactly spying," Garret answered. "But I heard heavy breathing and came to see what was causing it. I didn't think it would be you."
"Well, it is me and now you've seen me pumping my dick and if you tell on me, you're in big trouble," Warren warned.
"What were you doing?" Garret quietly ask, his curiosity taken over from the fear.
"I was doing what all boys do when we get old enough. That's what I was doing. You'll do it too when you grow up from being a kid."
"I'm not a kid!" Garret answered, knowing he was and wishing he was old enough to do what Warren was doing.
"Okay, show me. Drop your shorts and show me your little dicky," Warren said.
Not really understanding what was happening but wanting to be old enough to do what Warren was doing, Garret walked behind the barn and slowly pushed his shorts to the grassy area close to where Warren stood. He was embarrassed that it wasn't as big as Warren's but pleased that it was standing out from his body the same.
"Well look at you!" Warren said surprised at the little thing pointing straight out from Garret's body. "Maybe you're getting more mature than I realized.
"I'm ten years old and I'm old enough to work all day like you."
"I'm going to show you something and see if you are old enough," Warren said as he put his hand on his still throbbing member.
"See, when men get older, their little dicks get big and stiff and hard so they can have sex with girls. But when there aren't any girls around, then we have to take care of the problem another way. It's called pumping or some of the boys call it jacking off. You can call it whatever you want. You put your hand around your dick and slide the skin back and forth and it feel really good. If you keep doing it, it keeps feeling better and better and then you reach a point where you whole body shakes and white stuff comes out. It is the best feeling except when its in a girl. Try it and see if you're old enough."
By then Garret's heart was beating rapidly and the tingling in his little dicky was inviting him to try the new adventure. He put his hand around the tiny shaft and felt a shock of pleasure flood over him. He began to slide his hand back and forth like he'd seen his older brother doing and gasped out.
Warren laughed and said, "Now you know why I was breathing hard. Just keep on and see if the pleasure gets stronger."
"It already has," Garret panted as he changed hands so he could keep the pleasure happening. "It's feeling great. I love it."
After a few more strokes and some heavy breathing, Warren let out a moan and suddenly white stuff shot out of his dick and he fell to his knees panting.
"Are you okay?" Garret asked worried that something had gone wrong.
"I'm better than okay, Garret. That's what happens to grown men when they have an orgasm. Now, you won't tell on me because you will want to keep doing this all the time."
Garret had kept pumping as fast as he could even though worried about his older brother. Soon he felt an overwhelming joy and pleasure flood over his young body and he moaned and feel to his knees. He barely noticed that nothing shot out like his brother. Then he fell over on the cool fresh grass and lay panting and wondering if he was really experiencing such a thrilling feeling wafting over his entire body.
The birds in the near-by trees were chirping as if nothing had happened. The chickens ignored the two boys in the grass, not moving or talking. The cows stood chewing their cud and life went on, but life would never be the same for Garret.