Seriously, men with low hangers ARE rare.
I’ve been a low-hangers whore for more than 50 years. Before the Internet I’d buy any magazine or book that hinted at having a picture or story of men with big balls. When the internet came along I wasted countless hours searching for photos of men with low, loose man-eggs. I was disappointed 98% of the time. I am married to the man I fell in love with 40 years ago, but before then I had had sex with 80 men or so. I can count on one hand the number who had testicles that dangled. Even today I’d say it’s true. I practice yoga with naked men. Very, very few have low hangers. Mind you, I love a big cock, but I’m more interested in the boys behind it.
I feel like I was blessed to have large, long balls. I am an otherwise small, gentle man, but I like them sucked, squeezed, chewed on, massaged, and just plain caressed. I like to have the long cords massaged and milked. I love it how after a hot bath they hang more than halfway to my knees. I FEEL them. My testicles are the center of my sexual enjoyment; indeed, they hold the essence of who I am as a man.