Johnny looked across at the car stopped at the curb. He hadn’t seen it pull up. He was day-dreaming, still angry about the way his mum had yelled at him when he dropped the glass of milk. He hadn’t meant to do it. She was really awful at times.

“You want to go and get an ice-cream? You’re looking pretty sad sitting there by yourself.”

Johnny stood up so he could see who was talking to him. His mum always said not to talk to strangers but she was always picking on him. He’d talk to whoever he liked! The man in the car looked a bit like his dad, about the same age. He looked all right ... and he was smiling as he leaned over the front seat to talk to him. The boy moved towards the car.

“Hi,” the man said as Johnny came closer. “My names Jim. What’s your’s?”

“Johnny.”

“Nice to meet you. Johnny. What’s a little boy like you doing sitting here all alone out on the footpath?”

“I’m not little,” the boy said. “I’m nine.” The man grinned. “I aren’t doing anything. My mum’s been nasty to me so I’m hiding.”

“Why don’t you come with me and we’ll get an icecream and talk about things. Your mum must be pretty mean to be nasty to a nice boy like you.”

Johnny hesitated. He knew he shouldn’t get in a car with a stranger. But the man looked okay. He seemed friendly. And an icecream would be neat. This would show his mum. He stepped towards the car and the man opened the door for him.

“Better put your seat belt on,” the man said, moving across the bench seat to pull the door shut after Johnny had entered. He leaned across the boy to get the belt from its hook on the pillar. He pulled it down and, getting the other end, he connected them both in the boy’s lap. He let his hands linger after the clip was done, pressing down gently into the boy’s groin, feeling his little boy sex nestled there beneath the brown shorts. He took the little penis in his fingers and squeezed it.

“Hey!” Johnny cried out as the man touched him.

“Its okay, Johnny. I just wanted to see how big you are. I called you a little boy earlier but your thing there tells me I was wrong.”

The boy’s concern lasted only a second and he turned towards the man, pleased that the man seemed happy with him and he had taken his hand away and started up the car. Besides, it felt all right when the man had touched him, it made him feel tingly. He settled back for the ride into the town. He and his family lived several miles out.

“I like to feel how big boys are,” the man said as they began moving slowly down the road. He glanced towards Johnny. “I only like big boys like you. I guess you get even bigger sometimes, hey?” He reached over and patted the boy’s bare leg.

“What do you mean?” Johnny asked, starting to feel a little uneasy. The man hadn’t taken his hand off his leg and was beginning to run it up and down, making that tingly feeling start up again.

“When it goes stiff. I bet it gets really big then.”

Johnny went red. This man knew his thing got stiff! He thought noone else knew about that. He didn’t know what to say or do.