I had been waiting for my chance to use the new scanner at school. It was a fancy, full-color scanner with picture manipulation options through a sophisticated software package. So far I'd scanned in some butterflies for one student and some hand drawn charts for a professor, but I hadn't yet tried to scan in my own, very personal pictures.

I have a huge collection of male nude pictures as well as snapshots of some of the hunky men around campus. I take my zoom lens outside during breaks and capture the varsity teams stripped down to shorts and tennis shoes in the sweltering California sun. I also follow the maintenance guys around to get candid shots of their tight asses and firm bodies. Often, I wished that I could somehow enhance the pictures, such as stripping away the clothing and adding the necessary appendages to make full featured nudes.

The day had finally come. I carefully cased the building, making sure that no one was around. I clutched in my hands a manila envelope with some of my most prized snaps, among them a picture of one of the groundskeepers who I think has a great ass and pair of legs. I had managed to get two or three good snaps of him during a hot, sunny week. He wore his usual working uniform - a tight T-shirt and shorts that barely covered the tops of his thighs. Once, I was inside my office, and could see him working in the gardens at the other end of the parking lot, so I whipped out my camera. In one frame I caught a full-frontal of him, naked from the waist up. He was stretching out the kinks, the result of bending over to pull weeds. In another set of frames, I snapped pictures of him removing his shirt, revealing his muscled chest in delicious step by step frames. With the last few frames of film I had caught him scratching his balls inside his shorts and captured a close up of his ass and thighs as he bent over to continue weeding.

I entered the building, checked the offices and connective hallways and found the place empty. Once inside my office, I turned on the color scanner, the color laser and the giant workstation that connected all of the necessary equipment. My hand trembled as I took out the first photograph, one of the school's star athlete, shirtless and sweaty, taken during his warm-up jog around the track. I positioned the photo carefully on the scanner, closed the lid and started the imaging program. Within a few minutes a 24-bit color scan of my athlete was forming on the large color screen of the workstation.

I removed his picture from the scanner, pulled out a rather explicit male video brochure, placed it on the scanner and closed the lid. On the screen, in a separate window, appeared the color scans of a porn star's studio stills.

In the picture, my athlete wore a pair of biking shorts that conformed to his young muscled body well. I carefully adjusted the color of the latex shorts from black to a soft, flesh tone. I touched up the flesh tone around the crotch and lightened a band around his hips to resemble a tan line. Using the selection tool, I carefully drew a loop around the large cock and balls on the scan of the hung stud in the brochure and transferred the equipment onto the image of my young stud athlete. I now had a picture of the stuff dreams are made of - a young athlete running towards the camera stark naked. While my creation was being printed on the printer in "living color," I chose a photo of my stud groundskeeper and scanned it into the computer.

In the photo I selected, the groundskeeper stood, his right arm shading his eyes as he looked towards the camera. His left hand, at waist level, lightly grazed the waistband of his cutoffs. His legs were slightly apart and beads of sweat trickled down his inner thighs and between his pecs.

I knew he couldn't see me as I took the pictures. (I stood at that very spot he would have had to check in order to be able to see me as I took the pictures.) The look on his face in the photo was one of searching, as if he'd felt my eyes on him. All of this activity was getting me hot. I stroked the thick lump in my jeans, fantasizing briefly about the groundskeeper and thinking of what his body might look like naked.

I carefully painted away the shorts, as I had in the previous picture, but chose not to color in a tan line. I decided that anyone that good looking and so into the outdoors would probably go to the nude beach and tan au natural. Looking over my selection of cocks and balls in the brochure scan, I found a set of balls that looked the right size and transferred them on to my stud's crotch. The cock ,however, was not to my satisfaction so I cut it out and pasted a larger one on top of the set of balls. I was airbrushing in the pubic hair when I heard a sound behind me.

I quickly turned around. Standing in the doorway of my office was the handsome stud groundskeeper who's picture I was currently touching up on my color screen. He was wearing the same pair of shorts as those in the picture. He wore nothing else but his workboots, socks and a grin from ear to ear. He walked over to the laser printer, removed the print of the nude athlete I had created and looked at me with a quizzical smile. He then recognized his own image on the screen and the entrapped hard-on in my jeans. He moved in front of me and stood with his legs slightly parted, just as he stood in the photo.

"Sure like your taste in men! That one," he said, indicating the print of the athlete, "I've often watched him work out and I get hard every time. By the way, my name's Bart."

I swallowed, having not quite recovered yet from the discovery of my secret, and stammered, "Uh, My name's Mike. I, uh, um...."

"Hey, I've noticed you lookin' at me as you drive by. I've also seen you out takin' pictures with your fancy camera. I always wondered what you did with all the pictures. Now I know." He found my envelope and before I could stop him, pulled out all of the photos and separated his pictures from the bunch. "Yep, I remember that one! Those weeds were a bitch 'n' a half to get out. Man, it was hotter 'n blazes out that day."

Hundreds of unhappy thoughts flowed through my mind as I watched him sort through his pictures. I closed my eyes and thought, "He'll tell the VP and I'll be fired; he'll blackmail me; or he'll beat me up." Slowly it dawned on me that he didn't seem angry or upset. He sounded rather HORNY. I opened my eyes and looked up to find him standing before me, his crotch not more than ten inches from my face.

"You sure have studied me in depth, judging from these pictures. Mike, your artistic ability is superb. However, you still don't have me quite right yet so I think you need to examine me more closely."

He started unbuttoning his shorts, pausing in between each button, allowing me to soak in the sight. The first button allowed a brief glimpse of dusky pubic hair. With the release of the second button, the base of his dick could be seen. More and more of his dick could be seen with the release of each button. When the last was undone, his heavy, big hairless balls were in full view.

"Perhaps you'd like to see me with the shorts off?" With a twitch of his hips, the shorts slowly slid down his muscular thighs and rested on the tops of his workboots.

My mouth went dry as I beheld my dream stud standing naked before me. A thin, almost invisible band of white skin encircled his waist and connected in a patch of white flesh, obviously the result of a thong bikini he wore when sunning. His thick cock was uncut, the puckered flesh just beginning to pull away from the head as it posed for my view. His heavy balls were hairless. A thick patch of dark brown pubic hair curled around his balls and dick.

He turned around and bent over to remove his shoes. A little triangle of the un-tanned flesh from the thong pointed invitingly down between his hairless cheeks towards his little, puckered asshole. His balls hung low as he stood before me. Without thinking clearly, I reached between his legs and cupped them in my hand. He grunted as I took his large nuts in my hand and turned around. A wicked smile had formed on his face and his hardening cock stood at half mast.

"Like what ya feel? Have another go at it...." He moved closer and grabbed my hand, placing it firmly on his dick. While my hand took on a life of its own and slowly stroked his prong, he unbuttoned my shirt and jeans. Soon, I too was naked. My own hard cock dripped pre-cum as his hands roamed over my chest and pinched my nipples.

Before long we were both moaning, lying side by side in the middle of the office floor, our hands and mouths working feverishly on each other's hard equipment. Bart focused so much attention on my cut cock, acting as though it was the first cock he'd ever played with, like a child with a new toy. He would remove my big cock from his mouth and worship it with his eyes. His hands worked their way down my long slender shaft and played with my cum filled balls. He then took the entire length of my shaft down his throat.

I was content with my new toy as I played with the loose skin that magically hid - then revealed the swollen red glans. I tongued the spot where the skin attached itself to the pole, earning another jerk of the meat in my hand. A large, clear pearl of pre-cum formed at the pink tip. I continued to pull the skin down and pressed my thumb into the entrance, rubbing the bottom edge of the glans just inside his foreskin. His whole body spasmed with pleasure. I supposed that Bart would all but lose control if I continued. Since I got a pearl the first time, I knew I would get whole damn necklace if I continued to stroke him this way.

We sixty-nined for quite a long time. Finally Bart reluctantly pulled away from my hard, well-serviced cock and said, "Shit, I really want your cock in me, but damned if I don't have any rubbers or lube with me! I'm so damned tight, you'll never get inside me without splitting me apart!"

I smiled and proceeded with my thumb technique as he shuddered with pleasure, "Silly, I'm the advisor for the gay club on campus! I get rubbers by the gross and have plenty of them as well as promotional samples of lube right here in the office." I fished out a handful of rubbers and lube samples from my storage cabinet and dropped them onto his muscular belly. Twirling a clear packages containing a bright red condom around on his navel, I gazed at him and said, "So, how do you prefer to be entered, stud?"

Bart smiled and removed a rubber from the package. He carefully slid it over my hungry meat, stroked it a few times to make sure it fit well (and felt good to me), then applied a liberal squeeze of lubricant onto the condom. He rolled over, placed the tip of the lubricant sample against his asshole and squeezed the remainder in and around his asshole, using his fingers to work it in. He moaned with pleasure as he allowed me to slowly enter him with one - then two fingers. I helped him loosen up with my digits, then stroked my cock a little and placed the tip of my ready cock against his hole.

"Fuck me, man!" he moaned, breathing heavy as he moved his ass up and down suggestively. I complied and pressed into him, slowly at first, so that he'd get used to my monster. When I was about a third of the way in, I felt him relax and dropped with my full weight onto him.

"Christ!" he yelled. I fucked him harder and faster against the carpeting of my office. His hard tanned butt bounced against my groin and my outer thighs rubbed against his inner legs as I raised up and landed on top of him. I pounded him into the floor for a good twenty minutes or so, then reached down, grasped his pecs and pulled him into a kneeling position. His size in proportion to mine worked well. The length from his hip to his knee was a bit shorter than mine, so both of us were quite comfortable fucking doggy style.

I lay down on his muscular back, my own well-sculpted pecs rested against his shoulder blades. I licked his earlobes with my tongue, sometimes nipping at them with my teeth. This new activity was driving him crazy and his breathing became more ragged and hoarse as his hormones raged.

"Fuck me hard, man. Pound my fucking ass!"

After having fucked him this way for another twenty or so minutes, I was ready for the money. As I pulled out, his asshole puckered, hungry for my meat. I flipped him over onto his back.

God, he was sexy! His eyes, glazed with pleasure above his mega-watt grin; the mane of light brown, sun bleached hair rested around his face. On impulse, I grabbed my handy camera and snapped his picture - one worth a thousand moans. I took a few hot body shots as well. I put my camera aside, grasped his ankles and rested them on my shoulders. As he anticipated my action, his eyes cleared and his grin got brighter and wider.

"Finish me off, Mike, make me cum!"

"You got it, buddy!" I pushed roughly into his asshole, which eagerly accepted my engorged rod. I settled into a fucking rhythm, making sure with each thrust to pound his obliging prostate. His cock, rock hard throughout the entire 'adventure' was gushing with pre-cum. The thick string of pre-cum held the pink tip of his cock to his washboard belly like a guy wire. While I pounded his tight ass, we watched this string together, enraptured by not only the physical sensations of my cock and his ass, but also by the sheer beauty of his uncut cock with its pre-cum bridged to his firm, rippled belly. I noticed his belly begin to tighten as the bridge broke away with his orgasm. The expression on his face was that of pleasure and agony as he coated his chest in the white silky fluid of love gushing from his pumped cock.

His tight asshole began to spasm and its clutch sent me over the edge. If I hadn't been wearing the condom my intense orgasm would have blown the poor man's head off his shoulders. We shuddered with combined pleasure in the afterglow of orgasm. Reluctantly, I slipped my semi-hard cock out of his still tight butt and removed the full condom, tossing it into a trash can nearby.

I took a few more pictures of my main man, well-fucked and lying on the office floor. I carefully wiped his chest off with some paper towels. I flipped him over and took some pictures of his ravaged asshole as it flexed and opened, still hungry for my cock.

I patted his hard ass and said, "I think I'm in love with you Bart. That was the best fuck I've had in a long while. You're not only good looking, you've also got a really talented hole there."

He grinned and rolled over, his cock still hard. "How about it, Mike? Care to feel the other end inside you?"

I smiled, rolled over, handed him a rubber and some more lube. "Have at it, Bart. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful thing!"

As Bart entered me, my senses blurred. We fucked like bunnies through the rest of the day, We fell asleep and awoke around seven o'clock when we heard movement in the building. We hastily cleaned up the damage and got dressed. We switched the trash can containing our used rubbers with trash can in the nearby girls bathroom and left the office.

We passed the janitor as we walked down the hallway and could hear his surprised exclamation as he emptied the trash cans in the girls' bathroom.

"Now how'd these get there?" he asked.

We silently laughed as we made our way out of the building and planned a rendezvous at my place to continue where we had left off.