These are pictures of my best friend. He doesnt deserve the cards that life has dealt him. He suffers from gynecomastia and when he was 17 he had an infection in his left testicle that left it as a mangled mess that's no fatter than a peanut. We we've been best friends for almost 20 years. He was such a fine kid until we all realized he had breasts, then he had his testicle problem. Because we went to school together, we were obviously naked in the showers together, aand we've seen each other naked semi regularly since (at the gym etc) so after a few beers I managed to persuade him to let me take pictures of him. He hates himself so much that I'm worried about him, he's 31, still a cherry as far as I know, but he manages to hold down a total time job and emerge to be 'one of the lads'. Nymphs, I need to know whether or not you could love a man with fun bags and only one ball. He's a good man, but is that enough?