No, backstreets were just easier, she dismissed the notion. On this day however she was lucky. There was a bakery driver pulled up in the side street,...taking a break it seemed. He drove a white van and he was lightly snacking on some pastry. As she approached, she sized him up as he did her. He spoke first, cutting the quiet of the backstreet."When was the last time you ate young lady" Isabelle looked at her feet."Two days ago I believe", she managed to mumble out. "Come then, stop a moment and. I slide and glide and take it for a slippery ride. I swirl and curl my tongue like the sexy sissy girl I am.The pretty clitty pops out of my mouth as the sissy steps back. I admire her pretty bottom as she turns and leaves. I will dream and dream of making her cream, as I drift so wonderfully deeply...I am awakening. I am surrounded by pretty sissies...am I dreaming? They help me up, and walk me out of the room. We go down the hall, to a wonderful warm lavender room.Some of the sissies help me. You get real close and you take in my manly scents. Smells so good to you so you delicately handle my soft penis as you smell each side and part of it. You then cup my loose hanging balls with the palm of one of your hands, and you deftly hoist them up to feel their weight. My balls feel so good to you and they are warmer than you expected. You lift my balls to your nose so you can smell my sweaty sweetness. You are dying to suck my cock now and you are quivering just knowing you are about. We stripped out of our gear and headed for the showers. As we walked naked toward the shower one of my buddies made a comment that brought my attention to my "gift."My buddy said, "Man there sure is one area where you don't need to bulk-up. You have a pair of balls like a championship bull!"The rest of the guys looked at my genitals and chuckled. I took it good-naturedly and laughed as well. Of course being teens they never let the comment go and the result was I was stuck with the nickname,.
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