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==================================VENDING PLEASURE=====================================
--------------------------------Written by "Doomy" Ultraboy94--------------------------
 
"Ok, you can all go now."
 
As soon as the tutor announced this, the usual simultaneous logging off of machines and
rush for the door happened, everyone desperate to get home for their 4-day weekend.
 
All of them, that is, except for Dean.
 
Dean walked casually with a few of the others along the corridors of the college, but broke
off from the bantering pack as they passed the cafeteria.
 
"Where are you going, Dean?", Richard inquired as he stopped for a moment, also breaking from
the rest of them.
 
Dean froze for a second. "...Oh, I'm just sitting in the cafeteria for a while. My mum's
picking me up tonight and is gonna be a little late."
 
Richard wondered, then decided to give Dean the benefit of the doubt.
 
"Right, sure. See you next week then."
 
Dean's mind took a sigh of relief.
 
"..Yeah. See you next week."
 
Richard walked off and Dean entered the Cafeteria. As it was just past five in the early
evening, there was little more than a couple of students at the other corner of the room and a
few staff members walking around.
 
Dean took a table right next to the vending machine and sat down. He glanced at the machine
he had put himself close to.
 
Just what he wanted.
 
A bag of peanuts, hanging slightly off of the hook. Sagging at the end, looking so attractive...
 
Dean snapped his neck back, like the tutor had warned him not to. Not yet. It's still too
bright out. He pulled his headphones out from his bag and drowned himself in some music to pass some
more time, and to try and take his mind from the peanuts, softly cooing to him from behind.
 
As the long hand passes the bottom of the clock, Dean catches a glimpse of the last
member of security walking around to send out any last students around the cafeteria. His heart
began to pound as he quickly turned off his music and hid in the corner, mostly hidden by the
vending machine.
 
A stroke of luck. The security had missed him, thought everyone was out, and gladly left the
room, whistling to himself as he slammed and locked the doors behind him.
 
Dean took a peek around the machine, just to make sure noone else was still around. When he
was content with his loneliness, he steps from his hiding spot. The room is now dark, the only
source of light coming from the machine. The alluring hum from the rear of the machine,
drawing Dean's attention back to the sagging bag of peanuts...
 
"Oh, I have you now..." Dean was finally able to coo in return to the machine.
 
Of course, Dean was normally happy to shake the machine in front of anyone. But this time, he
decided to... Try a little more.
 
He began to caress the buttons, with enough pressure to let them budge a little inside. Just
enough for the machine to feel the sensous touch, but not too rough. He could hear as the
hum of the machine softened a little, as if it was responding to his carressing.
 
This went on for a while, when Dean felt naturally compelled to slowly move his leg around
the side of the machine, and start to instinctivley hump. This began to give the pleasant
tingle to his groin that wasn't quite sex, but the mere rubbing that pushed his whole body
further from the machine. Dry humping, if you will.
 
Dean was beginning to hit higher levels of pleasure, but felt his partner needed more.
 
"Okay, you ready for this?" Dean whispered seductivly into the display of the machine.
 
He unzipped his jeans and removed his boxers at once, he wanted it so bad he skipped the
inbetween stage. He produced what seemed to be a coin, but elongated in length for it to
almost be a flat cylinder. He wet his tongue and licked one end of the token while holding his
dick in the other hand, and licked the coin slot of the machine, untill both ends were warm
and wet.
 
He then inserted this wet token into the dripping coin slot, and began to slide it forwards and
backwards in the moist slit. To return the pleasure to him, he inserted his now throbbing
appendage into the coin return slot, and repeated the same motions.
 
Dean was now feeling the full ecstasy of the passion, and the machine was returning a buzz
that let him know that it wanted this as much as he did. Dean was still shaking the machine
as he rhythmically shifted his shaft in and out of the return.
 
Eventually, the bag of peanuts fell from the hook and hit the bottom. But Dean wasn't
interested in the peanuts anymore. He wanted HER. He shoved his cock in deeper, harder and
faster, and his hands were busy keeping the machine's desires at bay with his wet token
dashing in and out of the coin slot. He had to keep going.
He lunged his head at the large
panel of glass covering the goods, and make out with it deeply, his toungue relishing in
the smooth cold texture of it.
 
He was getting closer and closer to coming, as the feeling of his whole body in contact with
his lover reached it's peak. He loved and loathed it, as he wanted this feeling to last forever.
In the last few moments, he nearly passed out in euphoria as the flap on the return brushed
against his now buldging, sticky tip.
 
"What's going on in here?"
 
Dean was too busy in making music to hear this. A member of security was sent down after
noises were heard.
 
The staff turned around the corner, and saw... He dropped his radio.
 
"No... No... You can't be..."
 
"YYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!" Dean screamed as he filled the coin return with his sticky
deposit. He falls to the floor, fluids dripping from the coin return as he quickly pulls out
of it. The machine dumps it's liquid in satisfaction also, in form of a bottle of Mountain Dew.
 
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((Yeah, I stole the ending from "I'd like to be a tree." Fuck the police.))