I just finished third grade that June. My grandpa lived a little ways out of town and had horses. Like most girls my age, I just loved to ride horses. Grandpa didn't live too far out of town. It was easy to walk to the barn from my house. I had been riding his horses for about three years now. One was my favorite, Smoky. I would always brush Smoky after our rides and this day started out as any other.

I had finished riding and was brushing Smoky when Grandpa called to me from the feed room just on the other side of one of his other horses.

"Hey, come here. I want to show you something" he said.

I said, "In a minute. I need to finish brushing Smokey." I felt whatever he wanted to show me could wait.

He said, "Ok. But let me ask you something. Do you know the difference between a boys body and a girls?"

I thought to myself, "Really, I am going to be nine next month!" So I told him, "Yes, of course I do" in somewhat of a huff for him asking a silly question. He asked if I had ever seen an boy or man naked.

I said, "Sure I have." He asked me who I had seen. "I have seen my dad and a neighbor. This piqued his interest.

"Oh really. How did you come about to see that?"

I told him I had seen my dad getting out of the shower and the neighbor had just gotten out of the shower and didn't know I was there when he was going from the bath to his bedroom.

"Was he hard or soft?" he inquired. I stopped brushing for a moment and thought.

"Um, I don't know what you mean", I replied.

"Come here, honey. I want to show you something."

As I walked to the feed room I could see he had his cock in his hand slowly rubbing it. I turned away with a blush with my first reaction.

"Oh, sorry."

"No it's Ok sweetie. I want to show you what I meant about whether it was hard or soft", he said.

I walked toward him. Upon reaching his side he took hold of my hand and rubbed it on his hard cock. He squeezed my hand around it.

He said, "See how it feels and looks hard. Was your dad and neighbor hard or soft?", he asked me again.

"They were soft", I said as I remembered them being small and sort of shriveled. He continued to hold my hand on his cock slowly rubbing it back and forth. I couldn't get over feeling how it felt so hot. He showed me the head was a bit softer than the bone hard shaft. He took my hand and rubbed them on his balls before returning my hand to his hard, hot shaft.

"Do you know what the stuff looks like that comes out?"

"Sure", I said.

"Pee is yellow." He told me something else comes out and it was white. "Let me show you." He continued rubbing my hand up and down his shaft. He started rubbing it faster and faster, his breath quickening. He let go of my hand and I continued rubbing his shaft up and down at the same pace. He hugged me tight.

Soon he was hugging me hard and he put his free hand under his cock as his load squirted out onto his hand.

"See," he said. "When you play with it, instead of pee, sperm comes out. That's the stuff that makes babies. It also is the best feeling in the world.". With that, he cleaned up his hand and I went back to brushing Smoky.

The next day, I went back to grandpa's to ride. Again when I was through I brushed Smoky. When I finished brushing him, I went into the tack room to put away the saddle and bridle. Grandpa was sitting on a bench in there. When I put the equipment away, he asked me to sit down next to him. Grandpa told me that men, even his age, are really "hot" and need relief often. He said grandma won't help take care of his needs because she said he was too old. He said that maybe she might not want it but he still needed it and said he was still, "just as hot as I was when I was twenty." He asked me if I ever played with my pee pee? I was embarrassed so I told him no even though I laid in bed every night rubbing my clitty till I came. He asked me if I could help make him feel good again since grandma wouldn't help him.

I looked down at his lap and saw he already was hard. I reached out and squeezed it through his pants. He moaned softly, then took his hard cock out for me. Just like he showed me the day before, I stroked his cock. He took his hand and rubbed my little nipples.

After rubbing both of my nipples he asked if he could take my pants down so he could rub my little clitty. I let him. It was the first time I really ever felt wet. I had rubbed my pussy every night for as long as I could remember but I never felt it getting wet. His finger slid back and forth on my clit. As he did, and as I came more and more aroused, my stroking his cock got faster and faster. As my breath quickened, I could feel the tingling beginning. I couldn't help it any longer and let out a soft moan as I came. His cock was harder than the day before.

Just when I came, he shot his load. This time instead of trickling out into his hand, it shot out. As I stroked, his cock kept spurting much longer than the day before.

He took his hankie and wiped away my wetness then cleaned the extra cum from his cock. He gave me a kiss on my cheek and hugged me. He thanked me for making him feel so good and for stepping up to take care of his manley needs. We continued taking care of each other every day, then he showed me a new way to take care of him.