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Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. I do not know the sexual preference of Naughty By Nature’s Anthony Criss A.K.A. Treach or Vincent Brown A.K.A Vinnie. Now that that’s over, Enjoy the show!

Treach woke up happy as fuck! He had finalized the divorce from his ex-wife Pepa. He did like the woman, but, she wasn’t someone he could see himself growing old with. She was more woman than he could deal with. Besides, she didn’t like him in that way, either. She was more into his ex-friend, Kaygee. To tell the truth, Treach wasn’t too mad about that shit. He just found himself someone else to be with. Before knocking on the door, he looked himself over. He was wearing a black jeans vest (which he kept open) a white wife beater, a pair of black jeans, and Tims. When he was sure he looked alright, he walked up to the door. When he walked up to the door, it automatically opened up. Against his better judgment, Treach entered the house.

Out of nowhere, someone grabbed him from behind. “Give me all your money.” Someone threatened from behind. “How bout I give you all this dick, instead.” Treach said. The person seemed to be thinking about what Treach had just said. “This is my chance.” Treach thought to himself. He quickly spun around to face his attacker. As he suspected it took the person by surprise. He shoved his assailant against the wall and….began to kiss Vinnie on the lips. “Mmmm.” He moaned. Yes, it was Treach’s band mate and lover from Naughty By Nature, Vincent “Vinnie” Brown. After he slobbed him down, he let Vinnie breathe. Treach took a moment to look at his friend/lover. Vinnie was wearing a black wife beater, blue basketball shorts, and a pair of black Air Force Ones. “Damn, Vin be lookin’ fine as hell, lately.” Treach thought to himself. “I guess the workouts he doin’ are really payin’ off.” “Boy, you nearly got your head knocked off.” Treach said, trying to sound angry. “Now, you know you ain’t gonna knock my head off.” Vinnie said defiantly. “You love me too much.” “Ain’t that the truth?” Treach said with a broad smile, as he reached down and palmed Vinnie’s ass. “You need to stop that shit,” Vinnie warned. “Or, else.” “Or, else, what?” Treach said, with a menacing smile. Vinnie turned and walked away. Before Vinnie got out of his reach, he smacked Vinnie’s ass…Hard. “Boy, you need to stop.” Vinnie said. “Why don’t you come over here and make me.” Treach said defiantly. “Besides, you know you like that rough shit.” “You want something to drink, baby?” Vinnie asked, trying to change the subject. “What you got?” Treach asked. He knew that Vinnie had changed the subject, but, he decided to let it go. “I got some Grey Goose.” Vinnie said. “That’ll work.” Treach said. Vinnie went into the kitchen to get a bottle of Grey Goose.

“Hey, Treach, You want somethin’ to eat?” He asked, from the kitchen. “What you got?” Treach asked. “I got some leftover turkey.” Vinnie replied. “Aiight, that’s cool.” Treach said. Vinnie quickly made some turkey sandwiches. Treach must have got impatient, cause he came into the kitchen. Vinnie looked up. He noticed that Treach had taken off his shirt. . For a moment, Vinnie was mesmerized by Treach’s muscular upper body. He was so mesmerized, He bout cut himself with the knife he was using to cut the turkey. “What’s taking so damn long.” Treach asked impatiently. “Are you re-cooking the turkey first?” “Be patient.” Vinnie said. “Besides, I decided I don’t want no turkey no more.” Treach said. “What the hell you want, then?” Vinnie asked, getting a little pissed. Treach came up behind Vinnie an put his arms around Vinnie’s waist. He put his head down and started sucking on Vinnie’s neck. He only stopped long enough to say, “I want you.” He continued sucking on Vinnie’s neck. He started nibbling on his neck, which he knew drove Vinnie nuts. What was really driving Vinnie crazy was the cologne Treach was wearin’. “Mmm.” Vinnie moaned. “Stop that.” Treach ignored Vinnie, of course. Both his hands went underneath Vinnie’s shirt, exploring Vinnie’s muscular upper body. He found what he was looking for. He licked his fingers, raised Vinnie’s shirt, and started rubbing and gently pinching Vinnie’s tender, soft nipples. “Oh shitt!” Moaned Vinnie. Treach’s gentle hands were driving Vinnie crazy. “Stop or I’mma fall.” “I can fix that.” Treach said. He picked Vinnie up into his arms and carried him out of the kitchen. “Where are you taking me?” Vinnie asked. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Treach said, with a devilish smile.

Treach carried Vinnie upstairs. “Where’s your bedroom?” Vinnie pointed to the room straight ahead. When he finally got Vinnie to his room, he gently set him down on the bed. Vinnie laid back in his bed. Treach got on the bed and laid down next to him. Vinnie looked deep in Treach’s eyes. “Man, I love you.” He said. Treach reached over and kissed Vinnie passionately on the lips and said, “I love you, too.” They stared at each other for a long moment. “Say it, man.” Vinnie said. “Say what?” Treach asked. “You know.” Vinnie said. Treach looked at Vinnie. Just then it dawned on him what Vinnie meant. He grinned and laughed a little. Then, with a straight face, looking down at the bulge in his pants, he said, “Shake that and get it loose.” That was a line in one of his movies, Love and A Bullet”. For some reason, that line always turned Vinnie on. “With pleasure.” Vinnie said, as he licked his lips.

Vinnie sat up and unbuttoned Treach’s jeans. Treach’s black boxers were the only thing keeping Vinnie from his prize. He reached and roughly pulled out Treach’s dick. “Hey, man.” Treach said, a little startled. “I’mma need that later.” Vinnie looked a little embarrassed. “Sorry bout that.” Vinnie said, sheepishly. “That’s cool.” Treach said with a smile. “Now, make it up to me.” Vinnie knew exactly what to do. He started stroking Treach’s 10-inch dick. Treach closed his eyes as Vinnie’s hands worked their magic. Vinnie stroked Treach’s dick with one hand, while his other hand was exploring Treach’s chest. Treach made his pecs bounce a couple of times. Vinnie touched Treach’s chest as his pecs bounced. That made Vinnie hard as hell. A bulge proceeded to form. Vinnie reached up and started biting Treach’s left nipple, while continuing to stroke Treach’s dick. “Mmmm” Treach moaned. Vinnie’s tongue made circular motion around Treach’s nipple. Treach was going crazy. He pushed Vinnie down on the bed. With one hand, Treach ripped off Vinnie’s shirt. Vinnie was a little shocked, but this was the Treach he liked. Treach turned into a maniac. He jumped on top of Vinnie and covered his face and chest with kisses and bites. “Oh shit!” Vinnie said. Treach grabbed Vinnie’s feet and tore off Vinnie’s shoes and socks. Next, came the pants. When Treach saw Vinnie’s black Jockey underwear, he licked his lips. Then he grabbed the underwear with his teeth and pulled. He pulled until he heard a distinctive RRRIIIPPP! Within seconds, Vinnie’s underwear was shredded on the floor, next to his bed.

Treach looked down at Vinnie’s nakedness. He stood over Vinnie and took off the rest of his clothes. When Treach was finally naked, he licked his lips lewdly. “God, I love my life.” He said. Then he straddled Vinnie’s chest. “Suck my dick!” Treach demanded. Vinnie started sucking Treach’s big rod slowly, at first. “Mmm.” Treach moaned. “Your lips feels so damn good.” He put both hands on Vinnie’s bald head. Vinnie’s bald head really got Treach goin’. He loved rubbing on it. Meanwhile, Vinnie was having himself a good ole time sucking down Treach’s dick. He was like a baby sucking on a pacifier. Vinnie was really enjoyin’ himself. While Vinnie sucked his dick, Treach reached back and began stroking Vinnie’s dick. “Oh shitt!” Vinnie moaned. “Stroke my dick!” Vinnie said. Treach’s rough hands felt warm against Vinnie’s skin. That caused Vinnie to suck Treach’s dick faster. Treach closed his eyes and let the pleasure take control of him. With his free hand he pinched and caressed his own nipples. “Fuck Yea!” He said slowly. “Suck this dick!” With one quick thrust, he shoved his entire dick down Vinnie’s throat. This nearly caused Vinnie to gag. Treach eased up when he saw that Vinnie was having trouble. Then he had an idea. He wanted to suck on something, too. He knew the only way that was gonna happen was if they got into a sixty-nine position.

“Stop a second, Vin.” He said. He saw a look of disappointment. “Don’t worry, you can get back to what you were doing in a second.” He turned himself around so that he was facing Vinnie’s feet. He shoved his dick back into Vinnie’s mouth. He laid on top of Vinnie and stuck Vinnie’s dick in his mouth. In this position, they could both take care of their oral fixations. Besides, Treach had always wanted to suck on Vinnie’s dick. Now, here was his chance. He opened his mouth and swallowed Vinnie’s dick whole. Vinnie started seeing stars! Treach had never sucked Vinnie’s dick before. “That’s gonna have to change!” Vinnie thought. Treach was sucking his dick like a champ! He was doin’ Vinnie so well, Vinnie was having problems trying to suck his dick. Vinnie’s body shivered with every slurp and suck. He even noticed his toes curled up! Damn, ain’t no one get my toes to curl like this.” He thought to himself. Meanwhile, Treach started exploring the rest of Vinnie’s lower body. His middle finger found it’s way to the crack of Vinnie’s well-muscled ass. In a few seconds, Treach was able to find Vinnie’s love canal. He stuck his middle finger up Vinnie’s asshole. “Ooo.” Vinnie moaned. Treach switched positions once again. This time he got to where he was able to play with Vinnie’s ass. He lifted Vinnie’s legs for easy access. He bent down and tongued Vinnie’s asshole. “Ohhhh! Oooo! Mmmm!” Vinnie moaned loudly. Vinnie’s body shivered each time Treach’s tongue made it’s way up his asshole. “FUCK!” “In a minute. In a minute.” Treach said, with a smile. He had big plans for Vinnie’s ass. He planned to wear it out!

“FUCK ME!” Vinnie cried out. He could no longer take the pleasurable torture of Treach’s tongue. Treach roughly maneuvered Vinnie onto his hands and knees. Treach licked his fingers and slapped Vinnie squarely on the ass. CRACK! “Yea, nigga, spank my ass!” CRACK! CRACK! Each swat of Treach’s hand made Vinnie hotter and hotter. “OHHH! SSHHIITTT! DDAAMMNNN!” Vinnie growled. “You ready for this?” Treach asked. “JUST FUCK ME!” Vinnie growled. Without warning, Treach entered Vinnie. “OHHH YEEAAA! FUUCCKK MEEE!” Treach was definitely aiming to fuck the shit out of the man. He thrust his hips deep in Vinnie’s ass, eliciting several groans and moans from him. Treach grabbed Vinnie by the shoulders to get better leverage. Vinnie could feel Treach’s dick up in him and it made him feel full. It was a fullness that brought much pleasure and pain. Moans and groans could be heard throughout the house.

“I can’t take no more!” Vinnie cried out. “You can and you will!” Treach grunted as sweat dripped from his head down onto his chest. Treach was truly puttin’ in work. “Ohhh Dammn!” Vinnie groaned, his body covered in sweat. “You like how I’m fuckin’ you down, don’t you?” Treach asked. “Yes.” Vinnie said softly. Vinnie was nearly spent. “I’m fuckin you down real good!” Treach said. Treach roughly flipped Vinnie onto his back. “Now, for round two.” Treach said. He put Vinnie’s legs on his shoulders and went at it again. This time, all Vinnie felt was waves and waves of pleasure. “Yea, baby. Fuck my ass!” He said. Treach repeatedly slammed his dick up Vinnie’s hole. Each thrust was a new experience for Vinnie. He was in all sorts of heaven. Vinnie began stroking his dick furiously. Several times, his eyes go into the back of his head. “HOLY SHIT!” Vinnie stroked himself faster. Pretty soon, Vinnie was shooting his load like a AK-47. He was even able to catch Treach in the face. Vinnie’s cum landed on Treach’s lips. Treach licked his lips and said, “Mmm, baby makin’ juice. Yumm!” Just then, Treach could feel himself about to erupt. Quickly, he stood over Vinnie’s body. He only had to stroke himself for a few seconds. Next thing he knew, WHOOSH! Treach sprayed his cum all over Vinnie’s sweat-soaked body.

Treach lay down next to Vinnie and kissed him. “That was hot, Vin.” He said. “You got a great ass.” “You got a great dick.” Vinnie said with a smile. “What do you want to do now?” “I’m with you.” Treach said, kissing Vinnie again. “That’s all I need.” “Well, I’m kinda hungry.” Vinnie said, as he started to get up. Treach put his hand on Vinnie’s chest and said, “Don’t get up. I’ll go get it.” Treach got up out of the bed. Vinnie whistled loudly. “Shut the fuck up.” Treach said, with a smile, as he began putting his boxers on. “Why you gotta ruin my view and shit?” Vinnie complained. “What the fuck are talkin’ about?” Treach asked. “Why you gotta put your draws back on?” Vinnie said, a little disappointed. Treach took the boxers off, and said, Are you happy now?” Treach asked. “Most definitely.” Vinnie said with a broad smile. Treach went out the bedroom and down to the kitchen. As Treach closed the door, Vinnie smiled to himself, and said, “God, I do love that man.”

From: Adonisart1@aol.com
Subject: Treach’s Gym Routine

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Treach’s Gym Routine

Anyone that has seen Treach, of Naughty by Nature and has followed his rise to stardom has noticed how his body has changed and developed over the years. Back in the early days, he was a small guy. Slightly muscular but nothing like he is now. I remember the first day I met him at the Gold’s Gym in Harlem.

I was working the front desk that particular day when in walked this dude and a crew behind him. He approached the manager who was to my left. “You, I called from my hotel.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his Gold’s membership card. “Go right on in Treach.”, The manager greeted. I thought to myself, “Treach? Does he mean Treach! ‘Naughty by Nature’ Treach?” The guy turned to the manager. “Yo, whose goin be my trainer today?” The manager was stuck and I knew why. Just moments before the guest arrived, Tony, who is not only our most popular personal trainer but the trainer scheduled to work on Thursdays, called off.

“Well, Treach, the only person we have available is Keith.” The manager’s hand rose and pointed at ME! True I was being trained, in the job of personal trainer and I knew my stuff but I was smaller that this guy and was use to working with day one beginners to the gym. This guy was a skilled lifter. Oh, well what the hell. Treach took off his sunglasses. “Sup?” I replied, “What’s up?” I then walked from behind the counter gave him a pound and escorted him into the locker area. I was about to leave, when he asked me to sit and talk. This was unusual but I complied. He began small chit chat while he undressed. I must admit that not a word he was saying was staying in my head. My attention was transfixed on his dark brown muscular body!

As he removed article after article of clothing, I became all the more hypnotized and taken in by his looks. He was now standing in front of me with only his pants remaining. I noticed that he was not wearing any drawls at all as his pants fell low at his waist. The crack of his ass was faintly visible. As he unfastened his pants, he turned to face the locker. He let the pants drop. My eyes were glued and followed then to the floor. As he stepped out of them, I returned my gaze upwards. Along his calves and thighs and to his ass, my staring eyes roamed.

He continued to talk, all the while unaware of my attention deficit. He then turned to face me! As he turned, I eagerly anticipated the view from the front. Suddenly a voice from behind called my name. I turned quickly! “Keith, do me a favor.” It was my manager. He needed me to man the desk while he let the deliver men in the back with a new Life circuit system of Computerized weights. I stood and prepared to exit the locker room, but turned to Treach first. “I’ll be right back.” We was already in his gym shorts that hung low around his waist but I had missed a cock shot!! DAMN!

After about five minutes the manager returned and freed me up to attend to Treach. He was already in the aerobic room warming up. I entered the aerobic area and as I approached him, I noticed how his dick and balls hung heavy in the low hanging hoop shorts he was wearing. “You know any good stretches?”, he asked. I nodded and proceeded to help him stretch. I showed him a variety of stretches and positions to help him loosen up. We worked on the upper body stretches and then the lower body ones as well. We stretched for about twenty minutes and then hit the free weight area.

Treach worked up a good sweat from just stretching and the faint moisture made his exposed flesh shine. He went and grabbed a pair of fifty pound dumbbells and proceeded to knock out alternating curls. He did about three sets of twenty reps. I stood close by just to spot him and correct his form. Really, I was observing his hard ass body flexing in that raggedy old wife beater fruit of the loom. The shirt was so old and raggedy, I could almost read his tatts beneath the fabric. A few times I did step in to steady his back from rocking the weights up.

After he did those he wanted to move on to the bench. We put a warm up set of weights on it, roughly one hundred and ten pounds. His warm up weight was damn near my regular weight to bench. He laid his sweaty back against the plastic cover of the bench, took a few deep breaths and lifted the bar. As I stood at the top of the bench again to spot him if necessary, I looked down at his groin and the way the fabric of the shorts was forming to his dick. I noticed a twitch underneath! “Wait, was that my imagination or what?”, I thought to myself. I blinked my eyes a few times and refocused. Again I noticed a twitch as well as a slight rise!

The clang of the bar onto the cradle broke my attentive stare. I looked at Treach and caught him staring at my pouch. He asked me to increase the weight to one ninety. I placed the weights on the bar and he went back to his reps. In between sets, he scratched his balls and gave me a little more or a thrill. He completed his three sets of the bench and decided to do squats. “Yo, Keith, I gotta warn you my squats ain’t that strong. I was in an accident long time ago and my knees ain’t been the same since.” I responded with a simple, “No problem, that’s why I’m here to help out.”

The Smith Machine Bar was already set at one fifty and that was what he wanted to start with. “Funny”, I thought to myself, “I thought he had weak legs. One fifty ain’t no light weight but whatever….” I stood behind him to assist if he needed a spot. Treach began to squat and rise. He counted out loud and with each number I prepared for the next squat. As he lowered the weights, his fat round ass poked backwards. I could almost imagine the look of his naked crack spreading and the small dark round sphincter gaping and clenching. Woo! I was getting a tent again. I had to shift attention. “Bro, I need a spot now.”, Treach stated. I walked closer in and placed my arms lightly under the bar to assist the lift but not to take it for him.

Standing that close was hard as hell because with each squat, his ass slid backwards into my groin and I don’t mean it just went backwards. I meant it was pressing into my groin har
d enough that the friction of his ass moving up and down was jackin me off under my shorts. Treach must have been able to feel my woodie. There was no way my eight and a half inches was hiding. As his sets finished, I turned to hide my hard on. “Yo, what’s up wit you dude?”, Treach asked. Was his question to be humorous or what. He had to have known what was “UP”! None the less I replied, “Nothing.”

“Well, it’s time for me to hit the shower and get back to the hotel and get ready for tonight’s concert.” As he walked past me, I could have swore that his cock was tenting his shorts but I was too busy hiding my own tent. After a few moments with him out of my sight, I regained my composure meaning my cock was soft again. I was wiping off the machinery when I heard Treach call me. I entered the locker room where I found Treach siting on the edge of the bench. His back was to me but from where I was standing I could see three legs.

Two of them touched the floor on either side of the third which damn near touched the floor as well. I don’t know what was hanging lower his dick or his ball sack. From where I stood it was hard to distinguish.

I hesitated. “Yeah, Treach what can I do for you?” “I need you to do me a favor.” “What?” “First come here.”, he turned and looked over his left shoulder and beckoned me. I walked slowly not knowing if I could control my raging hormones if I saw his whole body naked again, especially his cock just hanging there. I now stood beside him. “What’s the favor?” He looked up at me and grinned. “Yo, can I be blunt?” “Go ahead.”, I murmured as I swallowed a lump of spit.

“I noticed you watching me all day and I believe that you was aroused out there helpin me squat. Am I right?” I had no idea how to answer. “It’s aiight, you can be honest. It ain’t like I wanna beat you the fuck up or nothin. I just need to know.” I responded silently by nodding. I left my head down, embarrassed to look up. “Dude, it’s cool. I ain’t got no beef wit fags or nothin. Every gym I go to and every town we play, I spot some dude checkin my shit out. Once in a while, I gets turned on by it and let the dude suck my cock if he wants.” There was a long pause. “You wanna taste my cum?”

I looked up at him and saw the cutest devilish grin. His right hand took hold of his cock and started strokin it. It didn’t hesitate to rise to the occasion! My cock was hard as well and no reason to hide now. I walked around in front if him and his dark brown tower was standing fully erect! It was as thick as a beer can at least and about eleven inches in length!!! I dropped to my knees and began my worship ceremony.

I took over the job of stroking and between strokes I would occasionally offer a lick! The ridge around his head was a pleasant feel to my tongue. His piss slit oozed a hint of glistening semen which quickly disappeared across my taste buds. I trailed my tongue up and down the length of his dark chocolate meat and when he began to moan, I knew it was time to take it all. I opened wide and took the entire head in one swallow. I wasn’t sure if I could get it in that easily but my jaws stretched and allowed it in.

His hands right hand rested gently on the top of my skull while his left hand supported his leaning body on the bench. I took as much of his tower in my throat as possible. Slower and slower I swallowed until his bush was nestling my nose! I damn near couldn’t breathe. I didn’t stay there for very long as that I started to work my magic on his wood. The fear of someone entering the locker room only added to the eroticism of the sex. His hips began to rock and the pressure of his hand on my head increased. He stood up all the while his dick stayed buried in my mouth.

“Oohh fuck, nigga you givin da bomb skull!!! Both hands held tight to my head as he forcefully fucked my face! He was trying to ram his beast down my throat and I struggled not to gag! It was very pleasurable and the pain made it slightly more thrilling. Treach began to moan louder and louder as his dick slammed the back of my throat! My hands massaged his round tight ass as it flexed with each thrust.

After about five minutes he neared his climax. “Oh shit, I’mmm bout to cuumm!” Just as the last syllable left his lips, the warm gush flooded every crevice of my mouth. The salty chlorine taste of his juice was like wine to an alcoholic! I wanted more!!! His hips slowed their roll and he pulled it out. The loud pop made it obvious that I wasn’t ready to let go. His cock was still erect and dripping a steady flow of cum to the floor. I licked across his gaping slit and sent a after shock through his legs. He fell backwards on to the bench. “Woo, damn that shit felt good!!”

I wiped the cum off of my chin and licked my lips. Treach sat there smiling at me with that sneaky look that started this. “Yo, let’s go take a shower.” Treach reached up and untied the drawl strings of my shorts and in on quick pull they were around my ankles. My cock popped up hard and made a slapping sound as it hit my stomach. A small string of cum was connecting my shorts and my cock, like an almost invisible spider web. I stepped out of the shorts and as Treach stood, I followed him into the shower area. The water felt somehow warmer than usual against my horny body. Treach began to lather my back and ass. “Yo, you gotta let me hit that phat ass later tonight, aiight?”

I was shocked at his request. I looked around at him as if to say, “What?” He obviously read my expression. “I ain’t fucked a nice ass like yours since I was locked up as a teen but DAMN, your ass is calling my dick and I gotta have it!!” “So what you willing to do to get it?” “What ever you want, I do for a piece of dat azz!!!” “You gotta go down on me.” “Cool, cool I can get wit dat. Cool. Meet me at my hotel tonight around one thirty a.m. and we can get our groove on!” I agreed. We continued showering and fondling each other. All I could do was imagine what would happen later tonight! And it was all good!!

**Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 06:20:07 EST