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    This  story  originally  appeared  in  HONCHO  magazine  in  a slightly
    different form under the title "Going Down, Underground."
    Uploaded by permission of the copyright holder. Copyright 1987, 1988


                               THE TROUBLE WITH BART
                               by Robin Allan Tucker

           I made sure that no one was looking as I lifted the heavy
metal emergency escape hatch. The Bay Area Rapid Transit District,
"BART" to some, had installed the hatches into the sidewalks of San
Francisco as a safety precaution. I used them as an entrance to some of
the best day-time cruising around.  Below,the muted blue and yellow
lights made it hard for me to see as I started down the ladder, letting
the door down as carefully as I could.

           Normally, late afternoons were the best cruising in the
underground system of tunnels. My cock shifted against the leather
strap I used as a cockring, anticipating action to come.

           I had been cruising the BART catacombs for about six
months.The cops hadn't yet figured out what was going on down
here.There were about a hundred or a hundred and fifty men that
frequented these tunnels and passageways on a more or less regular
basis, using the thirty or so escape hatches for their comings and
goings.  I never told anybody about the catacombs that I wouldn't want
to make it with; it was usually so dark down here that you couldn't
always tell whose dick you had in your mouth or up your ass.  Just
about everyone else did likewise.  I never ran into anybody down here
that wasn't hot and always horny.  Some of the guys that virtually
"lived" down here called themselves BARTmen.  They wore BART tickets in
their leather caps or sticking out of the brim in their cowboy hats; it
looked pretty ridiculous, but served its purpose as a signal to other
BARTmen.

           An oncoming rush of wind told me that a BART train was
headed my direction.  I stepped back against the wall, feeling for the
door that ran between the east- and west-bound tunnels.  I found the
door handle with my hand and turned it just as the headlight of the
BART train caught me darting into the unlit passageway.  The door
behind me slammed shut as the roar of the train got louder, then
passed.  After the noise of the train had gone, familiar sounds told me
that I wasn't alone in the passageway. The unmistakable sound of
man-sex made my already hardening cock strain even harder against the
leather ring around my cock and balls.  I got a cigarette lighter out
of my pocket and lit a cigarette.  In the shadows I could see at least
two guys goin' at it, hard.

           I recognized the shorter of the two men.  It was Mike, my
ex- roommate.  Mike and I had lived together off and on for a lot of
years.

           We first met back in 1975 when we both got pick-pocketed at
Mr.  B's Ballroom on Sixth Street.  We went home together, complaining
about our lost wallets, and took consolation in some grass and hot sex.
Mike moved in two months later.

           Mike had a great build and he convinced me to join a
gym,back then, before it was fashionable.  As a result of the years of
workouts, neither of us were in bad shape.  In fact, Mike was a year
older than me, yet appeared and acted several years younger.

           Mike and I tried the lover bit for a while, but we where too
interested in finding hot numbers to make a go of it.  Instead we
became close friends and desperation fuck buddies.  Mike was my best
friend and we had similar tastes in men.  "Breathing."

           Mike worked for the phone company on the walk-in repair
crew.  Since they screwed up all the phone companies, Mike hasn't had
much to do.  He spends the best part of every day getting his ass
pounded or his sizable dick worked on down here in the Bart catacombs.

           The other guy was hot.  Tall, about six foot two, short
brown hair, mustache and really big pecs.  His Levis were around his
knees as he pounded Mike's ass with at least eight fat inches.  My cock
was straining to get out of my Levis, already a drop of pre-cum oozing
out of the slit.

           Mike was pulling on his dick, every once in a while spitting
on his hand.  By the angle of his hard dick I could tell that he
wouldn't mind if I helped him out with a little head.  I pulled  a
bottle of amyl out of my jeans, knelt in front of Mike and took his 7
incher down my throat with a loud swallow.  I opened the poppers and
took a snort and passed them to Mike.  Mike gave them to the dude that
by now was really pumping his ass.   He grabbed the poppers, inhaling
them through his mouth.  He coughed then took another hit.

           "Make it tight, man," he panted as the poppers took
hold,"I'm gonna' pop now! Oh, shit man, here I cum."

           Mike started to squeeze his ass tight to get every drop of
hot cum.  At the same time, he started to shoot down my throat.  His
dick got bigger and longer than I ever remember it as it squirted load
after hot load down by tight, eager throat.

           My hot cock was about bursting though my Levis.  I reached
down and tried to unbutton them while my throat was still being jabbed.
Mike was still fucking my face hard.  My jaw was getting tired, he had
a big piece of meat! Finally, I said, "What ya tryin' to do, asshole,
come again?"

           Mike said, "Nick, is that you? I though that blow-job felt
familiar!" He pulled his slimy cock out of my face.  I could finally
reach down again to free my meat.  The last button in my fly finally
gave way when the number that had been pounding mike's ass pulled out
his big dick with a moan.  I was still on my knees feeling for the
poppers and stroking my dick with my other hand when I feel his dick
bein' shoved in my face.  "You can clean it off, if ya want," he said
as his dick brushed my nose.

           These guys had come and I still wasn't ready to shoot, but
I'm a sucker for a huge dick.  I didn't answer him.  Instead, I started
licking his dick and balls real slowly.  I could tell that his dick was
still sensitive from the righteous fucking he had just given Mike.

           I was still feeling around for the poppers, kinda
halfheartedly, because I really liked what I was doin' and wanted to
keep my mind on this guy's dick.  Mike had evidently found them;he held
the bottle near my nose and told me to take a hit.  I did, still
sucking on this monster dick, and when they hit, I really started to
work this dude's meat.  His hot cock was starting to get really hard
again, my sucking and licking making him squirm.

           The door at the end of the passageway opened letting in a
little light.  A dark figure entered carrying a lit flashlight.  The
passageway door slammed shut behind him, but not before I caught a
glimpse of the holstered gun at his side.  The uniform he was wearing
was unfamiliar, though.  He wasn't one of San francisco's finest.  Then
I remembered where we were.  BART.  A BART cop.

           "What are you assholes doing down here?", he said, evidently
not believing his eyes.  I still had the tall dude's dick in my mouth
and he was getting close again.  I was pullin' on my dick while Mike
had moved around and was toying with the tall guy's ass.Mike had a
devil of a tongue.

           The cop continued to shine his light in my eyes.  He
said,"OK, you cocksuckers, knock it off and stand up! You are under
arrest for trespassing and lewd conduct."

           Mike stood up from his rimming and pulled up his pants about
half way.  The cop shined his light on Mike's face, then on mike's
still hard and getting harder dick.  The light stayed on mike's dick as
the cop continued, "Whadda we have here, a fairy fuck den?".  He never
took his light off Mike's dick.

           I had stopped sucking on the tall guy's dick.  I started to
stand and said, "Can I light a cigarette, sir?"

           The cop said, "Sure, asshole, suck on a cigarette!"

           I lit a smoke and let the lighter remain lit while I tried
to take a better look at this almost-cop.  He was short, no more than
five eight or nine.  He had curly black hair, and what looked like blue
eyes.  He was well built, though.  His chest was thick and he looked
like he might have the worlds hottest cop ass under those uniform
pants.  I even thought I detected a substantial basket in those loose
pants.

           "Ok, assholes, get up against that wall and get out some
id," the cop said, his gun still holsterred.  "I want to see that id
now."

           I stood up and took a step towards the wall, my Levis still
at my ankles, my dick still hard.  Here I was in a BART passage with 2
other mostly naked hot men and a short hot BART cop with his light
still pointed at Mike's dick.  I tripped on my pant leg and fell
forward, skinning my elbow.

           "Are you OK?", the cop wanted to know.  The cop stepped in
my direction and helped me stand up.  He accidentally brushed my dick
as I got up.  "Excuse me," the cop said.  The cop stood there, starring
at us.

           That was all it took for me, skinned elbow or no skinned
elbow, to laugh.  Mike looked at me and looked at the cop and also
started to laugh.  The cop looked flustered, but he still had the gun.
Then it dawned on me that he might have a gun, but there was no badge
on his blue uniform.  The growing bulge in the cops pants made it even
more clear.  If this was a cop, he was interested in something more
than our IDs.

           "Here's my ID,", I told the cop, pulling my pants up and
reaching for my wallet.  I gave him my drivers license, out of the
plastic holder like they always ask.

           "So, Nick, do you always fuck in the BART tunnels?" the cop
said handing me back my license.  "I've never caught you down here
before have I? I think I would remember your ass if I had seen it
before."

           Mike's friend handed over his ID after finally finding his
pants and feeling for his wallet.  As the cop looked at his ID,we all
got a better look at the cop.  Mike's friend said, "I with you would
just walk outta here and forget us.  We weren't hurting anybody or
destroying BART property or anything.  Jesus, give us a break and go
catch a criminal or something."

           The cop said nothing, but shined his light at the tall
dude,looking him over well.

           "Sir, may I see your badge, please", I said, knowing that
this dude in a BART cop uniform probably didn't have one.  Bart cops
don't accidentally brush your hard squirming dick and then say "Excuse
me."

           The almost-cop looked a little panicked.  He started to say
something then turned his light to the door and started to quickly
leave the passageway.  Since I had my pants up where I could maneuver,
I quickly ran after him and tackled him just before he reached the
door.   His flashlight clanged to the floor and went out.  It was again
pitch-black in the passageway.  I kicked the flashlight with my foot
and it came back on, dimly illuminating the passage way and a
previously unseen sign painted on the wall that said "No Smoking." I
felt for his gun in the holster, and as I suspected, it was plastic.  I
rolled him over on his back.  Mike lit a match and said "Now, for some
real fun with a fake cop!"

           "Paul, get his boots off," Mike told the tall guy.

           I guess the guy knew Mike from before.  Anyway, Paul went
about removing the cop's boots, while I managed to get the not-cop's
handcuffs from the regulation-looking cuff holster and around his
wrists.  Mike was now sitting on the cop's chest, still hard dick over
the cop's unsmiling face.

           "Suck it, asshole," Mike said to the cop.  "Eat my dick, you
fake asshole."

           To Mike's surprise, the cop started to tongue his fat dick
with a great deal on enthusiasm.  Mike said, "Hey, look at this!This
guy's a cocksucking pro!" Mike reached around for the cop's hardening
dick as Paul and I managed to get the non-cop's uniform pants off and
grind his jockstrapped ass into the cement.  The tip of the cop's hard
uncut meat was poking above the jockstrap.Mike's meat was being worked
over by this hot, curly haired Italian fake cop.  Mike was working his
hand under the jockstrap,while Paul and I pulled the cop's legs up to
get a better feel for his ass and balls.

           I said, "My turn, guys." I felt for the cop's butt-hole and
stuck a dry finger in to loosen it up a little.  That was unnecessary.
I spat into my hand and rubbed the spit on my past-ready-to-cum cock.
I pressed the head of my dick against the cop's hole and pushed in
hard.   The cop grunted, his mouth still full of Mike' dick.  I eased
my dick into the cop's butt, first easy, then harder.  This cop had
been fucked before.

           Paul had moved into position between Mike and me, also
straddling the cop.  Mike had his dick in and out of the cop's mouth,
Paul had his again-hard cock in my face.  The cop's freed meat banged
alternately against his stomach and Mike's ass as mike face-fucked the
cop.

           I tasted Paul's meat as I pounded the cop's asshole.  There
is nothing better than having a cock in your mouth and your cock in a
hot man-hole.  I started to tongue Paul's balls as I got closer to
cumming.   Paul reached down and grabbed my tits; he squeezed hard and
my cock got ready to shoot.

           Mike started moaning and moved forward on the cop.  Mike sat
on the cop's face and said, "Eat my asshole, man.  Suck my ass."

           To my surprise, Paul pulled his dick out of my mouth  an
turned around and bent over.  Somehow, I knew he wanted my tongue in
his hole.   I started to rim this man's hairy hole, my tongue darting
in and out, when I could hold back no longer.  I shot my load into the
cop, and kept pumping his ass until it hurt.  I pulled out and lowered
the cop's legs.

           Mike kept his position on the cop's face, still squirming
with the cop's nose and tongue on his ass.  Paul reached down for the
cop's sizable hard prick.  He spat on his hand and lub'd his asshole
with the slimy spit.  He crouched over the cop's meat and sat on it
'til it disappeared up Paul's willing ass.

           Still not ready to quit, I again straddled the cop and took
Paul's prick in my hot mouth, my jaw beginning to ache from overuse.
Paul was bouncing up and down on the cop's dick and trying to face-fuck
me at the same time.  Paul's dick tasted great and smelled even better.
Mike was pullin on his meat, the cop still fucking Mike with his
tongue.  Mike pulled his ass off the cop's face and shoved his cock
down his throat with a, "...  take my load, man.   Suck my dick.
Ahhhh, ...   shit!"

           Paul had been holding back.  He squirted his load in my
mouth, the cum dripping out and running down my face.  His thrusts
matched the rhythm of the cop's prick pounding deep in his gut. The cop
below me, Mike's dick still in his mouth, shook and spasmed as he
unloaded into Paul's red-hot asshole.

           With a deserved moan, Paul pulled off the cop's still hard
prick.  I felt for the dick; it was at least eight inches and it seemed
like it was as big around as a beer can.  Paul sat next to the cop, on
the cement.  Mike had resumed his position on the cop's face.  (Mike
never did know when to quit.)

           I took the cop's smelly cum-dripping dick in my hand.  I
moved over the cop and tried to force the meat up my willing ass.At
first it seemed impossible.  I've had a lot of dicks up my ass,
including some pretty big ones, but this one was both long and big
around.  Finally, my sphincter gave way and I relaxed onto the monster
cock.  I worked on my dick for a minute with my hand.  As I impaled
myself with the cop's meat, I shot onto the cop's chest, working my
dick hard with my fist.

           Mike had finally given up trying to come again, and set next
to Paul on the floor.  Paul was feeling around for his clothes.  Mike
finally found his clothes after crawling around on his hands and knees
for a while.

           The cop under me was breathing hard and bucking, his dick
still in me.  I tightened my ass as much as I could, the man- meat
offering a hot resistance.  My ass was getting sore.  Finally,the cop
came again.   I got off him as soon as he relaxed.  I felt as if
somebody had driven a truck through me.  I felt great.

           I felt around for the keys to open the handcuffs the cop was
still wearing.  I couldn't find them anywhere.

           "You got the keys to these things?" I asked the cop.

           "No, I never expected to use them," he answered sheepishly.

           "Well, here's one," I said as I pulled the ever-present
'cuff key from my key ring, spat on it, and gently shoved it up his
butt-hole.  "Convince the next guys that wander in here to help you
find it.  I'm sure they'll be willing to help you, Officer!"

           Paul, Mike and I, smiling and well-fucked, walked out of the
passage, opened the escape hatch, and up and into the daylight.

           
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