(The Gym at Higgins’ Home - a short time later.) The pumped sweating body of Elijah sat alone at the edge of a flat bench. After the Professor and Pickering had explained what was going to happen and left, Elijah had let the anger of the news and Pearce’s direction to channel it push him through one of the most intense workouts his body had ever endured. Following the workout, he just wanted some time to let his exercise-exhausted mind think it all through. Even in this semi-relaxed position, the pounding to which Elijah had subjected his body left him in a visual state of hardened sharpness. Every slight twist of his clasped hands sent his monstrous forearms and bulbous upper arms into a mind-shattering display of dancing muscle and veining. His 25" of attained upper arm circumference dripped in polished, balled splendor. The deep, deep crease at the base of his meloned biceps just above the joint of his elbow grew sharp and dark enough to hook an entire hand under. His triceps refused to relinquish their coiling striations as the springs of individually bundled fibers wrapped endlessly from rear elbow to disappear into the reaches of the upper back. Elijah’s lats flung themselves like a protective quilt around his upper torso with the inflated bottom edge of their massive umbrella casting the hard-breathing obliques into invisible shadow. The painfully cut abs were equally invisible under the balloons of breast meat that cantilevered out impossibly from under the down-turned chin. As with the arms, every slight twitch of the weighted shoulders sent convulsions of fanned muscle screaming through the tortured pecs. The shadow cast by Elijah’s head reached deep down into the canyon line of the vertical cleavage between his global wonders of tit meat. Sweat stained the sides of the central pectoral canyon walls. Every now and again, Elijah would unconsciously send one hand into the depths of that chasm to swoop out some of the river of wetness flowing at the buried breastplate. The very volume of pectoral mass he had created caused the exploring hand to disappear past his knuckles. The unthinking fingers were numbed too much by the troubled mind to enjoy the experience as they tripped past each hardened bundled of coiled, molten flesh. The downward movement of the hand between the dividing line of the pecs pushed the adjacent lined meat out as if an underlying wave of lava flowed deep inside the core of the muscles. Elijah’s legs twitched in reactive magnificence as they involuntarily responded to the sharp pains of debate soaring through the troubled brain. Each major section of the quadriceps, every massive teardrop of upper leg muscle and the rich cords of the inner thigh muscles pushed to burst through the vein tightened outer sheathing of skin. His knees sat far apart as Elijah’s continued to come to resolution to the new task at hand. The inner mountains of his meaty 21" calf muscles pounded up and down into severed balls as his feet tapped out the beating rhythm of the troubled thoughts within his mind. The tough tendons extending down the front of his lower legs to his trim ankles captured their own version of the same visual tune. The space between his knees was soon filled by the massiveness of his inner thigh muscles as the view moved into the shadowy area of his groin. The darkly shadowed outline of the stretched fabric of his trunks struggling to cover his massive testicles hung like a pair of silhouetted moons down in front of the leading edge of the bench. The outer curvature of his cloth covered mounded cock-head pushed deliciously out of the shadows to rest heavily on top of his balls and inner thighs. At any other time, this would have been an image to be ravished. As Freddie wandered in to do his daily clean-up, he instantly connected with the knowledge that this paragon of muscle-gain was shouldering a significant burden. Without moving his body, Elijah’s head snapped toward the noise at the sound of the gym door. "Oh, sorry to bother you Mr. Elijah." Freddie said taking a step back toward the door. "I’ll just come back later." "No, it’s all right, Freddie," Elijah responded quietly. " I need to go shower anyway." "OK, if your sure?" Freddie retorted. Freddie began to wipe down the weight bars at the far end of the room but the beautiful body didn’t move immediately. Instead, Freddie noted that Elijah seemed to drift back into himself in thought. Freddie tried to work quietly and at a respectful distance. Finally, he could not bear to see this proud godly form sit there in apparent mental anguish. Stepping cautiously over to the heaving collection of muscle, Freddie worked up the courage to speak. "Is everything all right?" He interjected in almost a whisper. "Is there anything I can do or get for you?" Elijah lifted his down-turned head toward the pleasant, sincere face. The onlooker seemed filled with honest and caring compassion. A sense of some initial relief sparked by this innocent desire to help moved into Elijah’s mind. Almost instinctively Elijah moved one hand from his knees and cupped Freddie’s near hand. "Thanks, Freddie, you just did?" Elijah smiled back as a confused look crept over Freddie’s face. Unknowingly, Freddie had succeeded where even Pearce had been unable to do so. Pearce had been able to help talk Elijah through that grueling workout, but still couldn’t get him to cross that line to take a little ‘supplemental assistance’. Pearce had suggested that maybe now was the time Elijah really needed to reconsider his stubborn refusal. "I’m OK. Really I am." The near-naked muscleman continued. "It was just such a shock when I found out that my brother, Alfred, has hooked up with Mr. Pickering and that they are planning to have him enter in the National’s against me in a few months." "What!" Freddie reacted in surprise and then, catching his need to help Elijah, forced himself into a calm and reassuring tone. "That won’t matter. You have a couple of months on him. Look at you. You, along with Pearce and the Professor have already built an absolutely outstanding body on you. There’s no way a ‘fly-by-night’ newcomer can beat what you have become." "You’re way too kind, Freddie, and I thank you for that." Elijah smiled back. "But I was a ‘newcomer’ only six months ago. apparently they started more than two months ago - the day after Alfred showed up here. Don’t forget, he’s my twin so he must have the same potential I do, plus, now he has access to all the drugs and supplements that Pickering has to offer. I don’t quite get it, Pickering seemed like such a nice man." "Oh, he isn’t bad, he’s just very tough when it comes to business … and playing ‘games’ with the Professor. I understand they have been like this for years. - ever since the Professor first became head of the Physical Education Department at the University." "I didn’t know the Professor worked with the University?" Elijah reacted with surprise. "He doesn’t anymore." Freddie responded. "He refused to let anyone play on any team who tested positive for any ‘foreign substances’. This did not play well with Mr. Pickering, who was, and is, Chairman of the Alumni Board. When several of the teams suddenly weren’t doing as well under the Professor with victories, Pickering got the Professor ousted. Ever since then there has been this constant rivalry." "That kind of sucks." Elijah insisted. "Yea, and right now, you are the Professor’s best hope." Freddie stated honestly. "I’ve never seen him so focused on one thing before. He has virtually ignored all his other private students and his practice to concentrate on you … and this victory over Pickering." "Well, then, I best not let him down." Elijah spoke with renewed vigor as he stood. :Let them try to beat this now! And just wait until Pickering and my brother see what they will be up against at the National’s. I’m going to be the biggest and best contender they have ever seen." Freddie did all he could to hold himself back as Elijah’s body swung into a magnificently pumped double biceps pose. The sweat glowing muscle covering the gargantuan figure erupted all over his body. Line after voluminously crafted line of honed rock fissured along the proud form extending from head to toe. The legs locked down into bowed arcs of wondrous meat as the 36" thighs ripped from groin to knees with intertwined steel cables of vein-wrapped flesh. The calf muscles chiseled into supporting columns of granite. Elijah’s waist tightened with crisply lined plates of flattened muscle wrapped inside an impossible small 29" container. The narrow, flat waist served to accentuate the size of the mounds of cock and balls wrapped within their invitingly small package of fabric. The volume of weight-created meat in the inner thighs forced the testicles way out in front of them and, thus, pushed the overlarge, soft cock dangerously toward exposing itself out from over the top of the elastic lining of the stretched fabric pouch. Then his arms mountained into rocky multiple peaks as the 25" of upper arm mass pushed the biceps to reach up toward the clenched fists above. Freddie dreamed of the impossible task of trying to surround those splendid mounds of diamond hard flesh with his two insignificant hands and hanging precipitously below the cascading dissent of the coiled triceps arcing endlessly below the upper muscle show. As if in response to Freddie’s unspoken dream, Elijah tensed his biceps and hardened their vision from rock to diamond. His equally stupendous shoulders formed into a series of sweeping bundles as they mounded over toward the beating arteries in his massive neck. Elijah’s lats flew out into curves of carved meat that draped down and in to tie back almost horizontally into the fingers of the multi-ribbed obliques. Stretching across the amazing width of Elijah’s front upper torso were the undeniable wonders of his pecs. The massive male vestiges of titular magnificence fleshed out the 60" muscular upper torso circumference and quivered invitingly under the enormous pressure being applied through them to the straining, painfully erotic mountains of the biceps. His excited nipples flipped drip after drip of flowing sweat off of the massive breast from their projecting ends. His mind reset and filled with renewed conviction, Elijah relaxed his pose, gave Freddie a quick and unexpected hug and disappeared from the room. Freddie stood in heavenly shock. The smell of the contact by the heavenly body clung to his nostrils. Visions of unfulfilled, unspoken longing dreams about Elijah filled Freddie’s mind and pounded within his heart.

(To the tune: "On The Street Where You Live")

(Freddie)

I have had the chance, each and every day. To see the wonder he’s become in each and every way. Now I’ve touched this God and he’s touched me too. How do I let him know that I care? While his body is perfect as can be. It’s his heart that reaches out and really touches me. Though I lust for sex and to feel his pecs. How do I let him know that I care? That over-powering muscle, plus a face that blows you away. A smile that says, ‘Yes, I trust you.’ When he leaves I want to shout out ‘No, please stay!’ If I dare to speak, Might he turn away? Anyone he’d choose would die just to be his today. Could he want a guy so, so small as I? How can I let him know that I care? Once the truth came out, I’d be on my own. My family would just cast me out to be alone. There’d be nothing more he could want me for. How can I let him know that I care? Freddie picks up Elijah’s discarded work out towel and caresses it against his cheek. (Freddie)

Yes, … How could I let you know that I care? •