Pray on my muscle as I consume your spire. Fill me to breaking, drill me with your bore. I want to feel you cum in liquid fire. �Cause, today�s our day for sure! I am yours forever more! Our love is true � and will endure. (Freddie - pushing his pumping cock head into Elijah�s ring of drawing sphincter muscle while his hands lustfully wander the endless expanse of the brutally carved muscle offerings descending onto him from above.) Your flexing muscle�s a vision of perfection.. With all that muscle, who could want for more. Flex each part hard as I make my selection. Take my cock into your core! Flex your muscles, make them roar! Suck me dry until my cock is sore. Soon every muscle on Elijah�s fully pumped body is clenched into god-like, defined perfection. Freddie�s flaring cock head is completely internalized and delivers sensations of painful joy within Elijah�s rectum. More and more of Freddie�s powerful shaft of meat is absorbed within the muscle giant. (Both - Elijah slides up and down on Freddie�s cock. Soon the full length is being absorbed in an increasing rhythm.) We make love our way! Being gay�s our way! It�s our way of life, our love is good and pure. Being gay�s our way! Love is love, we say. So let�s make love and give me more! "Oh, God, Freddie!" Elijah cries. "You feel so wonderful in me." Freddie continues to flex his enraged cock inside Elijah. The feel of his pumping cock pushing against the soft enveloping lining is expressed outwardly on Elijah�s writhing muscular body as a rhythmic dance of fantastically contorting muscle. Freddie senses the reaction by the way Elijah�s cock pounds itself from rock hard to diamond cut. Elijah�s balls thunder with their churning cum that has waited so long for this precious moment. "Now, Elijah, now!" Freddie chants as his eyes lay witness to a demonstration of muscle contracting beauty beyond words. Elijah flexes his ass and internal muscles in deep massaging rhythms drawing Freddie�s embedded meat ever closer to the breaking point. The pace increases as Elijah�s fondled cock takes control of his mind and his body. "God! Yes!" Freddie shouts as the first explosion of his hot, burning cum bursts out to fill the packed channel within Elijah. As the flailing muscleman shifts up and down on the spewing weapon, both men can feel the warm cream surging within the tubing and washing the sliding shaft with slippery whiteness. The heat of the internal exchange sets off the expected response from Elijah�s waving rod as a volcano of cum erupts over Freddie. The power of the first ejaculation is so strong that the streaming liquid overshoots Freddie completely and splashes loudly against the headboard of the bed. Freddie reaches out with a waiting hand and helps to deflect the equally prolific second volley of cum down toward his desiring mouth. Elijah continues to issue repeated firings of cum as Freddie struggles to keep up with consuming the released offering. As the showering from both cocks winds down Elijah raises himself off of Freddie�s cum polished mast and lays down next to his lover. Together they clean the remaining white stains from Freddie�s face. Elijah rolls Freddie�s back into the pillowing of his massive breast and surrounds the slim torso with his gargantuanly muscled arms. (Both - laying together on the bed.) We have no reason to walk in fear or sorrow! We share our bodies in love that�s true and pure. We are together and proud to let the world know.. �Cause � gay�s OK for sure! Men with men is not impure! Our love is true � and will endure. Yes � Our love is true � and � will � endure. Act Two, Scene Nine (Backstage at the Mr. Galaxy Contest Auditorium) "For one last time!" Pickering shouted at the group of obviously frustrated judges. "You can�t tell me that this man doesn�t deserve to win." A still naked Zoltan pounded out his always astounding most muscular pose. The giant sweating cuts of meat covering every inch of his 360 pound body glistened in mind boggling precision. His biceps balled into dangerously hardened, multiply-split masses of meat as large as the heads of any one of the judges. Pain-promising veining marbled the meat into fearful vestiges of immense power. "There�s nothing like this one the planet!" Pickering continued pointing at the flexing muscle monolith. "This contest is supposed to be all about the muscle! Nude or not - this is muscle!" Zoltan turned his concentration on the overhanging cliffs of pec muscle that was so thick that the bottoms of the crunching breasts fought against the snakes of muscle and tendons crawling over one another beneath the translucent skin of his forearms. The overabundance of pectoral meat fissured into a series of cabled lines and channels. The pressure applied to the outer flanks of the stoned giants by biceps spheres pushed the line of the dividing pec cleavage to hand length depth. "And you can�t tell me that that" Pickering screamed pointing to Zoltan�s re-hardened cock "isn�t an amazing muscle in and of itself." Responding to the pointed direction, Zoltan squeezed his glutes into images of piled layers of stratified rock and thrust his muscle-girdled hips forward causing the poled cock to reveal its full 10" long and 2 �" width of vein-strewn steely splendor. The slit hole at the end grimaced menacingly at the wearied judges. The rodded meat still shined with the polish of previously spent cum. Zoltan�s balls sat like ripe fruits forced forward by the space-filling masses of his inner thighs and the massive sweep of his chiseled quads. "Enough is enough, Pickering!" the head judge finally pronounced. "There are rules. Zoltan and Dolittle broke the rules. You want to change them, go ahead and do that! But, until then, the rule stands." The head judge slammed his score book shut, shoved his chair back, and, standing, turned and moved away. The other judges followed like a line of ducklings following their mother. "Too bad, Pickering." Professor Higgins laughed. "What�s so damned funny, Henry!" Pickering attacked as Zoltan�s body drifted back into a vision of immensely beautiful, half-hard muscle. "Your guy lost, too. And that means you loose your bet with me." "Not at all Hugh." Higgins continued laughing even harder. "Our bet was over which man could beat which man. All we know is that our men were both disqualified. We have no idea which one was judged better than the other. No bodybuilding winner - no bet winner" "If that�s how you want to be about it," Pickering stammered "then you can kiss the chances of getting your Chair back at the University goodbye!" "That�s OK with me, Hugh." The Professor responded calmly. "I already have other plans anyway." "Fine!" Pickering retorted. "I�ll show them next year! Say, Henry, how about double or nothing then?" "Your man against my man at the Galaxy again?" Higgins questioned. Pickering nodded. "OK, Hugh, you�re on." "Great!" Pickering smiled as the two men shook hands. "Let�s go Zoltan, we have a lot of work to do." "Sorry, Mr. Pickering, but I won�t be going with you." Zoltan interjected. "What the hell do you mean!" Pickering responded with sudden shock. "Well, I didn�t want to tell you this way" Zoltan started "but I have promised someone that I would give up the drug and steroid based training after this contest. In fact, I haven�t used the stuff in almost a month now. I�ve been following the Professor�s program - and I feel pretty good already." Zoltan instinctively moved both arms up into a double biceps pose. The immense monster biceps and triceps fleshed into rigid 33" spectacles of striated, fissured magnificence. He extended and contracted his massive forearms repeatedly, dragging the bundled upper arm meat back and forth as the triceps and biceps took turns in displaying their invincible prominence. "What!" both Pickering and Higgins interjected. "Yea, Alfred Dolittle and I have been together since the Nationals." Zoltan explained. "And after you let Pearce go, Professor, he started working at the same place where Alfred worked out - the same place Elijah used to which Elijah used to go. Pearce told Alfred of how concerned Elijah was and offered to help train him using your methods. Pearce is really proud of you and your work, Professor." "But, Zoltan," Pickering interjected "we had a contract." "Had a contract." Zoltan responded. "It expired with this contest. Perhaps you should have been paying a little less attention to trying to win you bet and more attention to your business arrangements. In any event, Alfred has gotten pretty good results from your program and, Professor Higgins, I was hoping you might take me � and Alfred � on to work with us." "Please do, Professor." Came a voice from out of the darkness. "It would mean a lot to us." A smaller version of Elijah stepped up next to Zoltan. The massive muscle giant relaxed one of his brutally muscled arms and wrapped it around the shoulders of an innocent looking Alfred Dolittle. "This is preposterous!" Pickering shouted. Professor Higgins laughed deep and hard. "It would be my pleasure guys." Turning to Pickering, Higgins added "Remember, Hugh, that�s double or nothing! One of my guys against one of your guys. I hope you can find a guy to put up against my man!" "This is preposterous!" Pickering snorted. "You think you have me beat! Well, just you wait, Henry Higgins, just you wait!" With that, Hugh Pickering turned and swiftly leaves. "It�s nice to see you again, Alfred. You�re looking pretty good - and I am sure we will be able to make you look even better." Professor Higgins turned his attention to the two muscular lovers. "Elijah will be glad to know that your doing well." (Turning to Zoltan) "But won�t Pearce be upset with the two of you if you start training with me?" "Why don�t you ask him yourself." Zoltan smiled with a knowing wink. "If you�ll excuse us, Professor, (glancing down toward his towering cock) I think I need to get a little something taken care of before I try to go out into the world of my �adoring public�." Alfred reached down to the steely male weapon protruding from the groin of his hugely muscled lover. Grasping the massive cock with one strong hand, Alfred leads the writhing muscle image of Zoltan off toward a private dressing room. The nude figure flows with immense muscle as the overflowing back and undulating ass drift out of view. Professor Higgins stands alone for a moment and then wanders onto the harshly lighted stage. "Would you gather up Mr. Dolittle�s stuff from his dressing room so that we can get back home, Mr. Dumoor." The Professor announced. "It seems we have a great deal of work to do � together." There is silence in the auditorium. "It�s a rather simple request � Pearce." Professor Higgins adds. "You can follow a simple request, can�t you?" Pearce steps quietly onto the stage and shifts over next the Professor. "Yes, I can � Henry." Pearce says with bold pride. Professor Higgins reaches out and briefly takes the hand of the handsome Mr. Dumoor. "I�d be pleased if we would do this together � Pearce." Professor Higgins speaks quietly. Pearce nods and smiles. "I�ll get the stuff and meet you by the stage door, Henry." Pearce acknowledges with unspoken understanding. He squeezes back on the Professor�s hand and then heads off. Professor Higgins walks slowly to the stage door. Pearce catches up to him with a large gym bag in one hand. He reaches out and takes the Professor�s hand with his other one. Together they walk out through the stage door into the alley where a car awaits. "Professor, forgive the interruption." Comes a soft voice "I have been a fan of your techniques for some time and, in fact, had the chance to meet your pupil, Elijah Dolittle, at the Nationals." "Well, thanks." Higgins responds as a fairly muscular young man steps into the light. "I was wondering � if it isn�t too much to ask�" Will Swallow continues. "Do you ever take on other people to train. I really want to look like Mr. Dolittle. I promise I am a good student and a hard, dedicated worker." Pearce and Higgins laugh together. Will seems confused and begins to back away. "I�m sorry, sir." Will apologizes. "I was just hoping that �" "It�s OK, young man." Professor Higgins assures taking a card out of his pocket and handing it to Will. "Come by here tomorrow - and we will see what we can do for you." Professor Higgins and Pearce smile at Will and then move into their car and drive off. Will stands alone in the alley for a moment. His stare shifts between the disappearing car and the card he is holding. He smiles and turns down the alley.