I want to thank everyone for kind welcome. I have a series of books / erotic stories specifically about what I call the "LPSG Clinic", an informal network of doctors and therapists who help men cope with colossal cock. I also have a 'research paper' on why some men have colossal cock, and others don't and the biology behind it. Are people interested in highly-charged erotic stories? Happy to post more stories, or PDF books, or other formats... Here's a sample, Retreat #8, A workshop on building authentic friendships, not relationships based just on colossal cock.
In the warm afternoon sunlight, intersecting bodies, naked and languid, sprawl across the cushioned outdoor seating. A chuckle races around, nudging men from their post-lunch torpor. Tantalizing whispers of camaraderie and anticipation hang heavy in the air, blending with the tang of sunscreen and male musk.
“Alright, gentlemen,” bellows Leo, standing high on the center platform, anatomical glory bathed in sunbeams, causing the conversation to taper. “We gather here for session 10, the ‘Building Authentic Friendships’ workshop.” His baritone voice reverberates across the attendees, scattering the last vestiges of drowsiness.
A murmur ripples across the men as they shuffle, arranging themselves more comfortably. A video crew ambles discreetly, adjusting their gear, capturing the stimulus-driven erections bobbing and swaying at Leo’s declaration.
“Let’s affirm the intent of this workshop– crafting bonds that cut deeper than our colossal cocks,” he continues, hand lightly brushing his own magnificent member. Close-ups of his touch, the slight indentation in his arching shaft as his fingers languidly trace down, hit the projector screens, dropdown jaws mirroring the imposing imagery.
“Any initial questions?”
A voice rises above the buzz, “This ain’t a place for ‘no feelings’ shit, right?” The remark brings forth a wave of shared laughter, easing tensions.
Leo grins, the sight of his lips stretching apart, caught by the opportunistic roving cameras, magnified on-screen. “Absolutely not, gentlemen. Intimacy and sexual activity are not binary. Our dicks don’t define our capacity for connection.”
“Well, that changes the goddamn game, doesn’t it?” another voice chimes in. Low guffaws echo, each man silently acknowledging the depth of the statement. Captured on video, a hand idly tugs a 13-incher in concurrence. Aroused sighs of agreement reverberate.
“Yes,” declares Leo, dropping to his knees in front of a man, hands gently cupping the oversized shaft in his grip, captured in stunning detail on screen. Fade out.
Leo rises, fingertips lingering on the colossal, steaming cockhead, now visibly smaller than his grip yet still massive. The sight elicits awed gasps, quickly stifled by a hush falling, the inherent thrill palpable.
Suddenly, laughter ripples through the crowd, growing as each man catches on to the absurdity. Mirth sparkles in their eyes, the ratios between Leo’s hand and the colossal cock seemingly defying nature, yet arousing in its impossibility. Fade in.
“But dude, this doesn’t mean we can’t fuck, right?” Another voice contributes, audacious curiosities keeping the atmosphere lighter.
Laughter wells up again, infecting the sea of men, tugging up the corners of Leo’s lips. A wicked chuckle escapes as he fires back, “No one’s stopping you, fellas. Feel the vibes. Just remember― connections run deeper than a giant cock up your ass.”
Echoes of his words trickle down, opening conversational conduits. A cacophony of voices fills the air, humor-laced discussions augmented by the visual feast of large appendages symbiotically exploring and learning. Sharing, savoring, creating memories in the golden afternoon light, captured by the unobtrusive camera crew.
Displaying a montage of movements, penis close-ups, men in the throes of arousal with lingering, leisurely strokes or playful, self-deprecating comparisons, magnified on screen for all to admire, acknowledge, and include in their routine. Instructions are relayed, laughter and banter spring forth, the simple act of interacting morphing into an open dialogue when shared through such grandiose, uninhibited imagery.
He is Leo, the facilitator, steering the conversation, his words, every move, captured in high resolution. The video crew zooms in, focusing on an arm draped over a fellow attendee, the image mirrored on-screen in super slow-mo. The message resonates – a touch, non-sexual yet intimate, camaraderie in the face of colossal complexities. Their giant penises bonding them in the pursuit of friendship, understanding, and acceptance.
They are men, in all their grandeur and simplicity, commanding the narrative. The setting sun illuminates the visual symphony of men, colossal appendages, and conversations entrenched in effortless erotic scripting.
And just as day gives way to twilight, the gathering continues– evolving, breaking barriers, going beyond the mundane, transcending boyish curiosities. While the world outside the retreat remains unaware, the men revel within the reality they’re sculpting, carving a path towards a beautiful, erotic understanding. The sun dips further. The chapter doesn’t close, but promises to unfurl more tales. Fortified friendships. Laughter. Lust. And a couple of giant cocks.
“The beauty here is not to look away, but to look at it from a different perspective,” Leo suggests, gazing at the mannequin cock cast under the spotlight, a tangible image of their shared reality.
“No shame in pulling out your cock and letting it breathe, no harm in others doing the same,” Leo adds, hinting at the sight of men kneading their giant appendages, low murmurs of agreement humming in the background.
An audible laugh reverberates around the gathering as a video wall behind the speaker lights up, displaying a pre-recorded clip of the workshop scene in intimate detail. The overwhelmingly erotic anatomy, garnished by the shared intimacy of the group, embodies the spirit of the retreat.
Leo elaborates as visual aids breath life into his message, “When meeting someone for the first time, it’s natural to check out the goods.”
The video crew is agile, capturing the shifting focus across the mesmerizing screen with pristine clarity. The fascinated gazes of the audience form the foreground of the ongoing narrative.
“And it’s even okay when the first thing you think is, ‘Man, I’d love to wrap my lips around his fat dick, to feel it stretching my hole.” Roars of laughter encourage Leo’s bravura, as he delivers the erotic line to emphasize the initial allure of large cocks.
“But the real connection forms when you think, ‘I’d like to know this man. The man attached to this marvelous beast,’” he articulates, urging the participants to delve beyond the surface-level carnal attractions.
Men exchange glances, completely bare under the summer sun, connecting through shared apprehension, excitement, and the naked voluptuousness filling the outdoors.
“The workshop today is about breaching that initial barrier, the cock-fascination barrier,” Leo continues, caressing the mannequin cock with an affectionate touch, creating a stimulating juxtaposition between the object and the reality being emphasized.
He plunges onwards, “To navigate through that thick fog of sexual fascination when you see a cock that’s the size of your forearm and think ‘I’ve got to fuck him now.’”
His language stirs both laughter and contemplation, an undercurrent of comprehension weaving across the audience. “Contemplating a scenario...” he squeaks out, stifling his own laughter. “Of lips meeting flesh. Of tongue caressing a colossal head that seemingly sprouts steam.”
An inhale reverberates amongst the crowd, a collective gasp taken in before an overarching roar of laughter marks the release. The video captures the mirroring smirks, the breaking of tension as they reckon with the dramatic visualization of arousal and support.
“But... but,” Leo stammered, suppressing a laugh, “Think past your dicks!” A giant wave of hilarity crashes over the crowd, rocking the outdoors with its echoing laughter.
“It’s one thing wishing to be filled to the brim, to teeter on the brink of orgasmic pleasure,” he cautions, the atmosphere taking a sudden shift towards seriousness.
“But it’s another entirely connecting with the man, the person who will push you there,” he emphasizes as he meets the eyes of several members of the group, smiles of understanding stretching across their faces.
An enriched immersion in the retreat’s spirit cascades amidst the participants, newfound camaraderie coalescing at the intersection of their shared humanness. A warm afternoon spent lip-locking, verbalizing preferences, and exploring their inhibitions towards the gargantuan cocks that symbolize their shared reality.
“There is beauty in paradox,” Leo states, kneeling to demonstrate how the mammoth cock appeared to dwarf his hand. “Imagine him going down on you, his mouth impossibly adjusting to devour your vast expanse.”
“A fleeting pleasure, not infinitely sustainable,” he asserts, an imitation of the act live-projected behind him. Fingers delicately retract the unending foreskin, revealing the heavily veined cockhead. Steam seems to rise from the pre-cum glistening at the tip, as if a culmination of raw desire is being unveiled.
“There’s a conversation beyond orgasm,” he continues, a simultaneous videographic orgasm punctuating his point. “Enjoying the shaft without the insatiable lust to ride it.”
Amidst an overwhelming display of met images, tangled bodies, and sexual gravitas, Leo’s words rise, the perpetual interplay of thought and eroticism dancing on the tongue of narration.
As the sun dips lower, they continue to negotiate the labyrinth of complex connections and newfound friendships, on a journey that promises deeper revelations in the ongoing chapters of the LPSG Clinic Retreat.
The scene sets in with the familiar character of Leo again under the spotlight. The summer sun glimmers off his bare body as he beckons a participant to join him on stage. As the cameras roll, capturing every detail of the interaction, a wave of anticipation sweeps across the workshop attendees.
“Come on, mate, show us what you’ve got!” Leo invites with a grin, his booming laugh reverberating around the outdoor settings.
“You,” he points to a bulky man adjusting his position in the cushioned seat. The volunteer rises, treading up the stairs to the platform, his colossal cock swinging heavily between his thighs.
The cameras capture every detail of their naked bodies, focusing on the contrasting appendages. The live footage, with immaculate clarity, projects onto the screen behind them, keeping the eager attendees hooked to every movement and word.
“What’s your deal then, big gun?” Leo addresses the man playfully as the latter steps beside him. “Enough meat to rival a deep-sea monster!”
“And how does one tame a sea monster?” the man retorts, sending ripples of laughter through the crowd as Leo bends over chuckling, apparently floored by his response.
“Ah, we have a wise guy here!” Leo manages to sputter out, straightening up. “So, enlighten us, Sir Kraken, how have your friendships panned out?”
The man, let’s call him Jared, takes a moment, the question seeming to unsettle him. Then he nods, casting a soft, understanding look at Leo before turning to the eager crowd, his large equipment dangling generously, shadows playing upon the magnificent spectacle captured relentlessly by the rotating cameras.
“It ain’t easy, you know?” Jared begins, his voice surprisingly soft for his colossal build. “Everyone talks about it - how I’m ‘blessed’, ‘lucky’. But all I see are eyes locked onto my cock. Doesn’t matter if it’s a friend, a hookup, or even a bloody group session. It’s always about it!”
Subtle nods echo his sentiment; understanding glints in many eyes, sympathizing looks highlighting their shared predicaments. Even as cameras linger over the massive cock swaying between his sturdy legs, the raw honesty in his words silences the crowd, their own arousal momentarily subdued.
“Has there been no one who cared to look beyond?” Leo prompts as the projection screen swirls with phallic images, grotesque yet alluring, shots of Jared’s shaft magnified meticulously.
“Perhaps there has, perhaps not,” Jared replies, his gaze distant. His hand reaches down casually, giving his monstrous member a light squeeze, the action picked up by the camera crew and displayed with stunning clarity for all to see.
“But you know what sucks the most?” Jared adds, voice raspy, eyes meeting Leo’s. “My own bloody friends desire me for it. They don’t give a rat’s ass about Jared. It’s all about my cock.”
The revelation brings forth murmurs of agreement from the crowd, propelling the conversation deeper into the realm of authenticity and vulnerability, where even a giant cock could incite affection and longing but seldom drove meaningful friendships.
The discussion that ensued, the stories shared, and the laughter that reverberated under the dimming summer sky presented an array of emotions and expressions. Captured through the relentless lens of an omniscient narrator, the narrative dive into the trials and tribulations of possessing giant cocks intricately highlighted the paradoxical allure that often hindered sincere friendships.
Laughs, gasps, smiles, and understanding sighs mingled candidly. Skin brushed against skin, erections tangled with others, hands reaching out to knead, caress, leading to resounding moans of shared pleasure. The sexual undercurrent was palpable, the aroma of arousal drifting through the open space, as carnal fascinations sauntered alongside personal narratives - an intertwined journey of acceptance and exploration.
Yet beneath the pleasurable indulgence, a thread of empathy wove men together, young and old, seasoned participants, and curious first-timers, drawn together by shared bonds under the banner of the LPSG retreat. The golden afternoon, despite the orchestrated erotica and fraternizing, rated much more than casual camaraderie.
It represented brotherhood, showcasing men valuing their humanity beyond the confines of their prodigious cocks. It marked the onset of revelations, of building bonds, and of shared support, leaving the attendees and readers yearning to delve deeper. The chapter refused to close, instead promising newer perspectives and erotic explorations in the chapters to follow.
Lazily sprawled across the open stage, Leo calls out, “Hey, Jared, come on back!” Heads turn towards the burly dude as he strides back, giant cock swaying imposingly with each step.
Also, the cameras whirr, their lenses refocusing on the unfolding action as the crew scrambles to capture every detail. “We’ve got a crazy narrative today, y’all,” he booms, Jared settling beside him, their cocks brushing, igniting soft gasps from the audience.
“So, how about we demonstrate how to handle these typical conversations with friends who have an overwhelming fascination with our modest humongous dicks,” Leo says, the crowd chuckling, their eyes glued to the men
Jared adjusts his huge erection, “Alright, sounds fun!” he nods, the cameras capturing his meaty appendage in all its stunning enormity.
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“Oi, Josh. Fancy giving ol’ large here a taste?” Leo calls out to the audience, pointing at his lube-glazed hand. A younger lad rises, nervous yet excited, volunteering to stride onto the platform.
He gingerly kneels before the impressive sight, leaning in to taste while the cameras roll, capturing the act with astonishing precision. “Oh, and what’s your take on seafood?” Josh inquires humorously amid lip-smacking noises.
A gust of laughter rises, along with the intensity of the scene – the blend of countless sensory experiences, the raw unabashed display of eroticism lining an otherwise benign conversation accompanied by Jared’s unmistakable grunts.
The day wears on into the warm afternoon, the explicit spectacle of shared pleasure deftly maneuvered to complement informational discussions and musings. Simultaneously exuding an aphrodisiacal aura, the event amplifies their unique camaraderie. The naked men, baring not just their bodies but emotions too, find comfort and understanding amidst the searing eroticism.
Laughter intensifies; mirthful jeers bounce around the space, echoing the visual saga unfolding live. The eccentric yet subtly beautiful narrative continues, no conclusion in sight but countless avenues of erotic exploration to be pursued in the next chapters. And as the men revel in shared tales and experiences, their connections deepen, their camaraderie strengthens.
Through the lens of the omniscient narrator, the Retreat continues breaking barriers, exploring intimacy beyond colossal cocks, capturing a unique tale of friendship, acceptance, and the undying spirit of ‘Large and In-Charge’ that pervades the LPSG Clinic. The chapter might not close, but the stories grow richer, the bonds deeper, leaving the readers in anticipation of what lies ahead.
“Alright then, gentlemen,” Leo announces, stroking his colossal cock, the video crew moving in to catch every graphic detail of his hand gliding along its length. “Time to hear about your journey so far.”
A buzz fills the air, men in various states of arousal, eager to share their stories, their epiphanies. The sun casts long shadows while screens beam lustrous depictions of their virility, charging the atmosphere with sexual undertones.
“Scott, you’re up first,” Leo calls, as a tall man with a lean frame, chest dusted with hair, and a cock that’s a beauty to behold, steps up. “Lost a couple of friends over it,” Scott starts, his voice resonating in the warm afternoon. “Thought they’d be happy for me, instead became envious.”
Leo encourages, “Yeah, mate, it’s their loss. You did nothing wrong.” He lifts Scott’s heavy shaft, the video cameras capturing the broad swing of his weight. Scott continues, “Yeah, shifting the conversation helps. The other day, someone asked me, ‘Damn, that monster real?’ and I replied, asking about their weekend plans. Conversation took a different turn.”
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... just a fragment, can't post the full chapter due to size limitations.