Nathaniel

Nathaniel 01 - Festive Fucking

This holiday season, Nathaniel gets railed in a restaurant restroom while on a date with his girlfriend.

The phone buzzed in Nathaniel's pocket again. He glanced across the table at Aileen, who was staring out the restaurant window, her salad untouched. They had known each other forever — as childhood friends, neighbors, classmates, fixtures in each other's lives. Everyone always assumed they would end up together. A year ago, Aileen had been the one to make the first move, reaching for his hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Nathaniel hadn't questioned it then; dating her felt like the expected next step, more continuation than choice.

Lately, though, Nathaniel had begun to wonder if their relationship was real. The thought had started quietly, but it kept returning. Over the past few months, he'd had a few brief encounters with men at the public pool where he usually swam—initially just shared looks, small conversations, and moments that lingered longer than they should have. Yet those moments made his heart race in a way that surprised him. The excitement felt new and real, unlike anything he had ever felt with Aileen.

Now, sitting in the restaurant surrounded by Christmas decorations and soft carols, he felt detached, as if he were watching a performance he didn't quite belong to.

Nathaniel stared at his meal—a steak that he'd barely touched. Aileen continued to talk animatedly about Christmas shopping and New Year plans, her words drifting into the background like white noise.

His phone buzzed again in his pocket. He glanced at the screen—a notification from Grindr.

"Nathaniel? Are you even listening?"

He jumped, stuffing the phone back into his pocket before returning his attention to Aileen's expectant expression. "Sorry, just thinking about what I ate yesterday; having a bit of a stomachache," he lied smoothly.

"Are you okay? You seem distracted lately." Aileen asked.

"I'm fine. I just need to go to the toilet for a bit." Nathaniel replied.

His phone buzzed again in his pocket. He quickly excused himself and slipped to the restroom. Inside an enclosed cubicle, he quickly tapped Grindr open. His heart beat a little faster as a few messages began to trickle in.

"Hey."

"Fun?"

"You look cute in that pic."

One message caught his attention.

"You look bored."

Nathaniel's eyes widened behind his glasses. He read the message again—"You look bored." He tapped the faceless profile linked to the message. The user name was 'Hi' with a bio that simply read "Fun?"

"Where are you?" he typed back, his fingers trembling slightly.

"You are cute." The person replied.

"I'm two tables across from you." He added.

Nathaniel's breathing quickened—could someone have been watching him the whole time? A thrill ran through him. His cock stiffened against his thigh at the thought of being watched. He adjusted himself subtly.

"My girlfriend is here," he typed, not knowing why he felt compelled to explain this circumstance to a complete stranger.

"She doesn't need to know what we're about to do in the restroom." The stranger replied.

Nathaniel swallowed hard. This stranger was bold and confident. It was exactly the kind of man that Nathaniel craved but could never have openly.

"What do you want?" Nathaniel typed, curiosity overcoming caution.

"I want you to kneel down in one of the stalls and wait for me." The stranger replied.

Nathaniel looked around the empty restroom. This was unreal. His heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his ears. The excitement and fear warring inside him created a dizzying sensation. His cock was now fully erect, pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.

He could walk out. He could go back to his table and pretend this never happened. Aileen was waiting for him, sweet innocent Aileen. She trusted him.

"Okay," Nathaniel typed back before he could change his mind.

He unlocked the toilet cubicle and slid down to his knees on the cold tiled floor. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart. The position put him in a vulnerable state—perfect for what he wanted, yet terrifying.

He heard the restroom door open and close. Footsteps approached the sink, then stopped. The footsteps began to move toward the row of stalls. Nathaniel held his breath as someone stopped right in front of his cubicle.

"Did you do what I said?" the voice asked quietly. It was low and confident, just like the messages.

"Yes," Nathaniel whispered back.

The stranger didn't respond with words. Instead, the cubicle door slid open slowly. Nathaniel kept his eyes down, his gaze fixed on the top of the stranger's shoes visible in his limited view. He couldn't make out a face; he hadn't seen one before now.

Nathaniel felt hands reaching toward him. One hand tangled in his hair, pulling his head back slightly until he was looking up at the handsome stranger's face, a well-built man in his thirties, with piercing dark eyes that seemed to see the hidden desire in Nathaniel's soul.

"You're even more beautiful up close," the stranger said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nathaniel just stared at him, too overcome with desire to speak. His mind was reeling—the taboo of it all, the danger of being caught, the fact that Aileen was so close to him yet completely unaware.

The stranger bent over, their heads drew closer, lips nearly touching. Nathaniel could smell the lingering scent of cigarettes and something else—something uniquely male and alluring. His entire body trembled. He could feel the hardness straining against his own jeans. This was real. This was happening.

Their first kiss was electric. The stranger's lips were firm and demanding, parting Nathaniel's with his tongue. Nathaniel melted into it, returning the pressure with an intensity that surprised himself. His hands instinctively went to the stranger's chest, feeling the solid muscle through his shirt.

The stranger broke the kiss only to make his way down Nathaniel's neck, sucking and nibbling. Nathaniel's head fell back, his eyes closed in pleasure. He could hear the distant chatter from the restaurant beyond the restroom walls, Aileen probably wondering where he was. The thought of getting caught made his cock, still trapped in his jeans, throb even harder.

His glasses slid down his nose a little as the stranger continued his exploration, hands now unsnapping Nathaniel's shirt. Nathaniel quickly removed it himself, then fumbled with his belt as the stranger cupped his growing erection through his jeans.

"You're so hard for me," the stranger whispered against his skin.

Nathaniel could only nod, his breath hitching as the stranger squeezed him.

"Take it out," the stranger commanded, sitting back on his heels and watching intently.

Nathaniel did as he was told, unzipping his pants and pushing them down, along with his boxers, just enough to free his throbbing cock. The stranger's eyes lingered on it, a hungry look that made Nathaniel even more aroused.

Then the stranger was on his knees in front of him, his mouth dangerously close to Nathaniel's erection. Without warning, he took it all in his mouth, his lips creating a tight seal as his tongue swirled around the head.

"Oh god," Nathaniel moaned, his hands automatically reaching for the stranger's head.

The stranger went to work—his skillful mouth moving up and down Nathaniel's shaft, his hands gripping Nathaniel's thighs. Nathaniel could feel himself getting close already, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensations.

"Wait," Nathaniel breathed, his voice hoarse. "I want to—"

The stranger pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips. "What do you want, cutie?" he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I want to taste you too," Nathaniel confessed.

The stranger towered over him again, and Nathaniel quickly worked on unzipping his jeans. The stranger's cock sprang free—thick, hard, and already glistening at the tip. Nathaniel wrapped his fingers around it, marveling at its size, then leaned forward to take the head into his mouth.

He tried to relax his throat as he took more in, his hands gripping the base as he began to bob his head. The stranger's soft moans encouraged him, his hands feathering through Nathaniel's hair.

"Fuck," the stranger growled. "Suck my cock, just like that."

Nathaniel increased his pace, hollowing his cheeks and using his hand in tandem with his mouth. He could feel himself getting even harder as the stranger's reactions got more intense, his hips bucking slightly.

The stranger suddenly pulled away, breathing heavily. "Enough of that. I need to be inside you now."

Before Nathaniel could respond, the stranger flipped him over, pushing him onto his hands and knees with his ass in the air. The cold tile felt strange on his palms and knees, but the anticipation made it exciting. The stranger's finger, slicked with his saliva, pressing against his asshole.

"Relax," the stranger whispered, pushing in slowly.

Nathaniel focused on breathing as one finger went inside him. It stung at first, then gave way to the stretch as the stranger added a second finger, scissoring them to prepare him.

"Ready?" the stranger asked, his voice thick with need.

"Please," Nathaniel begged, wiggling his hips in invitation.

The stranger removed his fingers, aligned the head of his cock with Nathaniel's entrance, and pushed in slowly but steadily. Nathaniel gasped at the burning sensation, his fist clenched as the stranger filled him up completely.

"Fuck, you're so tight," the stranger groaned, pulling out slightly before pushing in again.

Nathaniel is overwhelmed by the sensations, his ass struggling to accommodate the stranger's dick. Then the stranger began to move in hard, deep thrusts that made Nathaniel whimper each time.

"God, your ass is incredible," the stranger growled, gripping Nathaniel's hips and pulling him back to meet each thrust.

Nathaniel didn't know how much longer he could take this—it was so intense, almost painfully good. He was leaking pre-cum onto the tiles below, his own neglected cock and balls aching with each swing.

The stranger suddenly slowed his movements, pulling out of Nathaniel. When he pushed back in, he was holding something in his other hand—a long red ribbon with a small golden bell dangling from the end.

"The festive season," the stranger explained with a devilish smile as he tied the ribbon around Nathaniel's neck. "Now you're a proper gift for your girlfriend."

The stranger resumed his thrusts, the bell jingling with each movement, sending fresh waves of humiliation through Nathaniel. The thought of being decorated like a present and fingered and fucked like one was somehow deeply arousing to him.

The stranger sped up, his movements becoming rougher. "You love this, don't you?" he growled, smacking Nathaniel's ass hard enough to leave a mark.

"Yes," Nathaniel moaned, pushing back to meet each thrust.

"I'm going to cum inside you," the stranger announced. "You're going to take all of it."

Nathaniel nodded, clenching his jaw as the stranger's rhythm became erratic. Suddenly, the stranger gasped, his hands gripping Nathaniel's hips tightly as he buried himself balls deep.

Nathaniel felt the throbbing sensation of the stranger cumming, his insides filling with his warmth. It was dirty and forbidden, and Nathaniel loved every second of it. The thought of Aileen waiting for him, completely unaware that her boyfriend had just been fucked raw in a public restroom, made his own cock throb almost painfully.

The stranger pulled out slowly, but before Nathaniel could get a grip on himself, the stranger shocked Nathaniel again by pulling out a large candy cane-striped dildo, probably about eight inches long and thick.

Nathaniel stared at it, wide-eyed. "Where did you even..." he asked.

"Also the festive season," the stranger said with a grin.

"I don't think I can take that," Nathaniel said nervously.

"You will," the stranger insisted, aligning the dildo with Nathaniel's already loosened hole before pushing it in steadily. The stranger's cum leaked out of Nathaniel's ass, coating the candy cane like frosting as it slipped into his hole.

Nathaniel gasped as the thick toy filled him, the full sensation overwhelming. The stranger began to fuck him with it, each thrust making the bell jingle more loudly. It was an odd, almost magical sound in the otherwise silent restroom, accompanying the obscene squelching sounds of the dildo moving in and out of his body.

"Fuck, you look amazing like this," the stranger murmured, watching as the candy cane disappeared between Nathaniel's cheeks only to emerge covered in his own cum.

The combination of the stretching, the jingling bell, and the knowledge of what was happening in the public restroom was building Nathaniel's pleasure to new heights. He reached down to stroke his own cock, feasting his eyes on the obscene sight of the candy cane dildo fucking him.

"Cum for me," the stranger commanded, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

Nathaniel's hips began to buck in time with the movements, his hand flying over his cock. The bell jingled faster, the squelching sounds got louder, and suddenly Nathaniel's back arched, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he came, thick ropes of cum spraying out, splashing all over the toilet cubicle, floor, and his own sweat-drenched body.

Nathaniel slumped back, his chest heaving, the dildo still impaled in him. The stranger gave a final thrust, making the bell jingle one last time. Nathaniel felt incredibly, almost painfully full, but in a pleasurable way.

The stranger ran a hand down Nathaniel's sweaty back. "You were incredible," he whispered.

Nathaniel took a few deep breaths, trying to compose himself. The reality of what had just happened was beginning to sink in. He was in a public restroom, his glasses askew, a red bell tied around his neck, and still filled with another man's cum and a candy cane-shaped dildo. And Aileen was probably wondering where he was.

"Keep it in," he said; the command was firm. "I want to see you finish your meal with the dildo inside."

Before Nathaniel could process this, he pushed the thick candy cane dildo right back into his hole, deeper still.

"What... I can't possibly," Nathaniel whispered, a flush creeping up his neck.

"You'll be fine," the stranger said, dressing back up again. "It'll be our little secret. Just pretend everything's normal. Go sit down with your girlfriend. I'm sure she's missing you."

He patted Nathaniel's head gently and slipped out of the stall, leaving Nathaniel alone to deal with the unexpected mess he'd been left in.

Nathaniel took a deep, shaking breath, still sore in the ass with the dildo inside. He composed himself and quickly dressed himself up, hurrying before Aileen became suspicious.

When he emerged from the restroom and returned to their table, Aileen was scrolling through her phone, but she looked up the moment he sat down. Her eyes immediately went to the bell around his neck.

"Why did you take so long? And... why do you have a bell on your neck?" she said, a small, confused smile on her face.

"I… I found it in the toilet," Nathaniel stammered. He was about to say something else when, as if on cue, the dildo inside Nathaniel gave a violent, vigorous shudder.

"What the fuck, that thing can vibrate??" Nathaniel almost said out loud.

He clamped his thighs together, biting his lip to suppress a groan. To his horror, he felt something wet and slick trickle down his inner thigh, then soak into his pants. It was happening again—that full, overwhelming sensation building inside him.

Aileen's eyes widened. "Nat, your face is so red. Are you having, like, really bad stomach cramps again?"

He couldn't even form words. As the dildo continued to buzz and vibrate mercilessly, another wave of pleasure and orgasm hit him, his cock throbbing and spasming, leaking out a messy stream of cum through his pants onto his seat. The vibration was causing him to lose control of his hole, leaking out copious amounts of cum he was filled with. Just not, Nathaniel let out a small, plaintive moan.

'Are you okay?' Aileen asked, concern edging into her voice as she watched him squirm. 'You look like you're having a really bad stomachache. Do you need to go back to the bathroom?'

'No,' Nathaniel whined, his voice high and tight as he poured more hot cum onto his seat and pants, soaking through completely. If he got up, he knew she would definitely see the mess on his chair.

'I'm... good... right here...'

The persistent and powerful buzzing inside his rectum was relentless, sending him twitches, little leaks, and involuntary pulses of pleasure that he couldn't control. The chair was slick with both his own cum and the stranger's. He couldn't possibly hide the fact that he was just fucked raw in the toilet now that the evidence is all over the chair. Ashamed and overwhelmed, he realized he couldn't do anything but ride it out. The stranger's devilish plan was working perfectly.

This holiday season, Nathaniel was his secret fuck toy.