Thanks Mashie, and thank you for the edification,...I think. ::) Now I know I can never hope to have loose, low hanging, free swinging testicles, but it's just too much fun for me, or maybe I am just too addicted to self abuse, to give up stretching entirely. That's it, addicted. After all I am admittedly addicted to another self pleasure, (whisper) excessive MASTURBATING, and would surely die from withdrawal if, God forbid, I could no longer pleasure myself. Last week there was a bright spot, albeit it took being sick to make it so. I had an awful cold and felt miserable as one could imagine. As I was getting undressed I could easily see in the dresser mirror that my testicles were actually drooping to mid thigh and the tip of my flaccid penis was substantially above the lowest point of my very relaxed sac. To me, that looked pretty nice. If I hadn’t felt like crap, I would have done a handspring right there. Bad as I felt, I wanted to get this on record because it would never happen again, so I got out my digital camera. Murphy’s law; batteries dead; found some AAAs, but no AAs. Just my luck. In spite of what I have been told, I still felt a tiny glimmer of hope, and a minor miracle, …my cold misery seemed a lot less of a problem.