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- |===========================PLEASE NOTE:=========================|
- |===============THIS IS FICTION, AND FICTION ONLY.===============|
- |======I HAVE NO IDEA HOW OR WHY I DECIDED TO WRITE THIS.========|
- |=IF ANYONE IS OFFENDED BY THIS STORY, THEN DON'T READ IT AGAIN.=|
- |=============================ENJOY.=============================|
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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.))
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