Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 06:20:07 EST From: Adonisart1@aol.com Subject: Treach's Gym Routine This is a fictional story that depicts graphic language of a homosexual nature and should not be read by minors or those offended by such materials. This story in no way shape or form implies as to the sexuality of the musical stars mentioned (Treach). This story is merely for entertainment and is not to be taken as fact. Any similarity to any names used her whether of persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Remember, this is all fiction. I ask the following of ALL readers: Please do not steal/ publish/ or post these stories without my permission. 1>Drop me a line to let me know what you think of this story 2>Let me know if you want more 3>Let me know of other people I should consider writing about 4>Let me know if you would be interested in art work related to these stories and erotic male art in general created by me You can reach me at adonisart1@aol.com 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 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 hard 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!!