My apologies - this success post took forever for me to finish writing. As time passed, I kept finding more to include in this story, and I know I could continue writing. I hope this post answers all the messages I receive asking me if I had success in NYC. The short answer is "yes." The long answer is detailed at-length in the remainder of this post. Also, I get a lot of questions asking if I am coming back to NYC. I probably won't be in the city anytime soon, but send me a note if you're cute, smart and in central Jersey, haha.

Here are some of my favorite [verified] pics (complete with lame captions) from my fun trip to the big, dirty apple (and some subsequent meetups). The pics are probably more entertaining than the story, ha.

Introduction

This story is about an American, a Canadian and a Scandinavian. No, it's not what you're thinking, no threesome, unfortunately. But, it is a story about fun, fucking and foreskin. Keep reading if you like those kinds of things. The story is good, but it isn't picture perfect. Like all good stories it includes disappointment, suspense, weird characters, devious intentions, and a happy ending.I'm the American in the story. I posted here for a little roabj adventure in NYC. I spent a good amount of time sifting through many responses from all around the world. I was surprised about how good a lot of the messages were, a lot of guys actually followed my directions. I replied back to so many and it was very challenging keeping up with conversations and keeping up with the (mostly pervy) usernames.

Early on, a European gentleman reached out with a "weird and sad message" - the quoted words are his. He was living in NYC for work, was a little younger than me, he shared his background, which was indeed sad, but he included some funny jokes that made me laugh. His story pulled at my heartstrings, lightly, haha. I could relate to what he wrote and I gave him some unsolicited advice on his situation. It seemed that he really didn't care for my advice, but we sent a couple messages back and forth - he wanted to meet but I wasn't too interested. I wrote him off from the beginning. I even remember noting to myself that I am never going to meet up with this guy and thinking of how I was wasting my time replying.

The search continued. I kept getting lost in new messages, keeping up was impossible. I would reply to someone and have trouble keeping up with sporadic replies, lost replies, no replies. Overwhelmed and defeated, I kind of gave up trying to keep up with past messages. (I need to find a better way to communicate if I ever post again). 

Eventually, I got a note from a Canadian dude that was going to be travelling to the city the same time as me. He was nice and I admitted that I have a thing for Canadians. I had some good experiences with some sexy Canadians in the past. I think their politeness is what gets me excited, haha. We got talking, swapped pics, and we were pretty interested in meeting. (This happened while I was making plans to meet with another guy, but he pulled a jerk move and ruined that potential meeting.)

I arrived in the city the night before November 7th. It was an unusually warm night, the city was very busy as it was the same day as the NYC marathon. It was nice to see so many proud people walking around with their marathon medals around their necks. I checked into my hotel. It was nice, but my room was tiny. The king size bed took up most of the room. The hotel was filled with pilots and flight attendants from all over the world. It was neat to see the different flight attendant uniforms from the different airlines, the Asian ones were very nice. I shared an elevator ride with a cute pilot, and if I knew how to approach strangers, I would have asked him out. I got settled and ready for the company dinner. They fed us like kings. I lost count of the different dinner and dessert dishes I tried, so much liquor too. It was excessive and undeserved (considering how many hungry, homeless people I saw on the streets).

I was a little buzzed on the walk back to the hotel. It felt great to be in the city on such a beautiful, warm night in fall. It was late and I was ready to settle in for the night. I checked in with the Canadian. He made it into the city too. I asked if he wanted to meet up right then. It was spontaneous and I thought maybe we could have two fun nights together. He agreed to meet.

The Canadian

We met by my hotel and took a walk. I was a little nervous, but he was sooo nice and kind and put me at ease. We ended up in my hotel room and started making out. We got naked and got into bed. We switched back and forth, me sucking and him rubbing my clit. I got off and came. He got hard, stayed hard, but no matter how much I sucked him, he couldn't cum. No grand finale. I felt really bad.

He left and I wallowed for the rest of the night. I felt so crappy and defeated - this is how a lot of my life is and I let sadness wash over me. In most situations, I have to deal with crazy, outlandish things that seem so out of the ordinary. I hate it. In all my catastrophic thoughts leading up to this raobj, I didn't think of this scenario. I have tried to re-frame the situation though. I can't blame the guy. This is a nerve-wracking process - meeting someone new, I am not a knock-out, stress from travelling, stress of performing in an odd situation, etc. It's a lot to deal with in one night. I wasn't going to write about this whole ordeal, but I think it serves as a warning of sorts, to those going into this type of "random act," anything can happen, nothing can happen, even worse things can happen. 

Take Two

I barely got any sleep that night. The next morning, I went through my reddit messages and the European guy wished me luck and asked that I keep him in mind if the guy cancelled. I wrote back and told him maybe we could meet up. Honestly, I thought it would be fun to just chat about things we were conversing about through our DMs and I wasn't expecting anything on the sex front. He was very eager to hang out and in hindsight, I should have been more upfront about how I felt. I was just so tired and our back and forth was interrupted by work, work that I was actually interested in despite the struggle to stay awake because I was so tired. My company fed us like kings (again), and I indulged in all they had to offer throughout the day. This was a mistake, but I was feeling down and food is my comfort.

The European guy I was talking to continued to express his excitement about meeting and I found this very endearing. We swapped pics - luckily we were both ok with one another's looks (this is always the most nerve wracking thing for me). He looked way better than me, dark blonde hair (not bleached blonde, the American way, lol), light eyes and hair, that handsome European look. I still thought I was going to just talk to this guy. We agreed to meet at 7pm, after a work cocktail hour and time for me to get ready.After my work events, I took a scalding hot shower and changed into a cute gray sweater, tight black pants and boots. He lived close to the hotel and walked over and he was exactly on time. It was so unusual to not have to deal with any flakiness from him. He showed up as he said he would without any issues. (So did the Canadian guy, credit to him.) Maybe flakiness is an American thing? But I am American and I am not a flake...so who knows? 

The Scandinavian and a Sexy Moment

It was another warm, beautiful night in the city, in the 70s (Fahrenheit). I found my new friend and we hugged. We were both nervous, but kept our cool. I asked if he wanted to walk through Times Square. He agreed and we chatted while walking, weaving our way through all the crowds. We found a place to sit and chat. It was also a good spot to people-watch, something I could do all day. We talked about our backgrounds. He had an accent, he was from Scandinavia. I have a soft spot for Scandinavians - vikings, IKEA, hygge, Lego, Alexander Skarsgard, such good things from there.

We talked a lot about our lives and about work and how we grapple with our moral compasses in the jobs we have at soul-sucking companies. He also shared his reasons for wanting to meet me and he was really honest about his sexual history. He expressed concern about how I may be too experienced for him. I guess he judged me by my reddit profile which makes me seem very experienced when my reality is actually a lonely existence with fun sprinkled in when I have time. Anyway, his story touched me, but I don't trust anyone anymore and I quickly questioned his honesty as a guise to win a blow job. He explained to me that no man would admit what he did if he wasn't being honest. I agreed haha. His humility, honesty and vulnerability was something I found endearing. I was also wooed by his smarts and thoughtfulness and I realized that I wanted to meet his penis and hookup with him haha. I asked if he wanted to go back to the hotel. There was a very short pause that was long enough for me to think he would say "no."  Luckily, he eagerly said "yes."

We weaved our way through more crowds as we made our way back to the hotel. We made it to the hotel in a blur I can no longer recall. In the room, I remember asking him to wash his hands while I removed my boots. I proceeded to wash my hands and professed my germophobia and the importance for everyone to wash their hands when coming in from outside, especially in a city as dirty as the one we were in (I am sure he heard none of this).

Then, a really sexy thing happened, he was behind me at the sink and wrapped his arms around me and hugged me lightly. I instantly shut up. I remember looking at us in the mirror and I was surprised by his forwardness. I melted. How can something like that be so fucking hot? Ugggggh. (Later in the night, we both talked about how nice this little moment was for us. It wasn't just me who thought it was so good, ha.)

That moment ended quickly, he left the bathroom. I followed him out to the bed where he sat at the end of the king size bed. I stood between his legs. We were both nervous, but he was more nervous than me. I am usually the more nervous one in all situations, I could feel my brain trying to come up with a way of handling the situation. A lot of this is a blur but I remember I took his head in my hands and told him everything is going to be ok and I asked if he was ok. I remember asking if it was ok if I kissed him and he said yes. We kissed lightly at first, but not for long. Suddenly, we were touching and kissing like crazy people, he rolled himself on top of me and kissed me some more. His kissing was quick and light. I stopped him and told him I preferred more labored kissing with short pauses, he obliged and we enjoyed a very nice makeout session, with lots of touching and grabbing. He even pinned me down and kissed me as I writhed around under him. Ugh.

The Blow Job

He undid my bra and kissed and licked my tits for a bit. We enjoyed more kissing and he eventually found one of my secret erogenous zones. It is a very sensitive area that drives me to another world of pleasure when it is kissed, licked or touched. It makes me crazy and I told him so. He worked on that area for a little and shifted his focus to the other side assuming that the symmetrical side was the same, it's ok, but not as intense. I shifted his head back to the good side and I enjoyed the loss of my composure for a little longer. It is such an intense feeling but I can't handle a lot of it. I am sure I get that stupid ahegao face when I go through this. 

His clothes came off. I reached down to feel him while we were kissed some more and I noticed his shorts were wet with precum. He was excited. Eventually, I asked if I could blow him. He seemed insecure and hesitant. He said I could blow him, but he wasn't sure if he was big enough. I told him not to worry. With his help, I removed his shorts and got my first look at his cock. It was great and a nice size. He had blonde pubes that I asked him beforehand to not shave. I commented how he wasn't cut and told him that I am not used to foreskin. As I held his dick in my hands, I told him he had a very nice cock.

He laid back in the bed while I played with his cock in my hands. I stroked him and watched the head of his cock pop in and out of the surrounding skin. I did this longer than I should have but it intrigued me. I remember circling my finger, wet from his precum, on the head of his cock. I put his dick into my mouth and started sucking on him. From the sounds he was making, I could tell he was enjoying it. I sucked him while he was laid back in the bed and stroked him too. He started talking dirty and I enjoyed his take on things, letting me know how good he felt and saying other things that I enjoyed. I could feel the wetness ooze out of me and into my panties.

After sucking him for a while, I asked if he wanted to put his dick in my mouth in another position, him standing and me face-up with my head hanging off the edge of the bed. He was down for this and we both assumed our positions. He slid his cock in and out of mouth. He was really excited and continued his dirty talk. He mentioned he was close to coming and I told him it was ok if he came in my mouth. He seemed surprised while I readied myself for his load. He continued pumping himself in and out of me and he told me he was going to cum. His cum was warm and I had to swallow a few times to get it all down. He joined me in the bed. I asked how long it had been since he last came. He surprised me and told me that he came twice the day before (while looking through my reddit posts, haha). I was shocked and told him that he had a very big load based on all the swallowing I had to do. He didn't seem to care, haha.

Sex in the City

We started fooling around a bit more, mostly kissing and touching. The kissing got heavy. I think that is when I asked if he wanted to fuck me. His eyes lit up and he said yes. His excitement matched mine. What ensued next makes me laugh now but it was a bit nerve wracking. We prepared his dick. We got out a condom and I tried to help him with it and it wouldn't move past the middle of his dick. I was freaking out because there was only one other condom. We both tried and it wasn't budging. This is the stuff you don't see in porn. On second thought, you never see condoms in porn ever, let alone, anyone putting them on. It is important though and I wish it was shown more to help drive the message for practicing safe sex. Anyway, he got the condom on and I was relieved.

We started in missionary, one of my favorite positions. I was able to look at him while he fucked me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me, nibbled on his neck and shoulders. I came and was so happy. I wanted him to cum too. I got onto all fours and he fucked me from behind. It always takes me a while to get into a good rhythm in doggy but he got me there. He expertly collected my long hair in his hands as he drilled his cock into me. I remember thinking/questioning his claim of being inexperienced. It made little sense to me and didn't matter to me at that moment. I met my next orgasm, and he came shortly after.

He eased himself out of me. I glanced at the full condom as he walked over to the bathroom. Again, I was surprised by the amount of cum. I didn't say anything this time, but I still think about it hahaha. We cleaned off and got back into bed. Talking and teasing each other. I snapped some pics of our reflection in the big window in the room. I wanted another go soon but we both needed rest. My stomach felt a little bubbly and I realized I had ingested a lot of cum and it was probably getting a little unsettled. I drank a healthy juice to try and calm it down. 

We eventually got ready for another round. This time the new condom went on without a hitch (phew!). He laid back and I got on top. I suck at riding but I got into a bit of a rhythm and had fun. I couldn't cum and asked if we could move to the edge of the bed. I bent over and he fucked me good from behind. I remember I had to get up on my tiptoes to stay aligned. Ugh. It was great. We ended up in prone bone and I felt so nice and comfy under him. Ugh. I came and I got back on all fours and came again. I enjoyed his dirty talk during our fun, especially when he would involve my coworkers haha. We were close to the door and the elevator was right near my room, between the two of us we made music for the passersby. 

Eventually, after a few orgasms, I realized that I was being selfish and I stopped him. I could tell he was tired. The poor guy was so sweaty. We laid next to each other for a long while. I played with his hair as he caught his breath and told me how much he was enjoying himself. I told him that I was also enjoying myself. We laid next to each other in the big bed for a long time, both of sweaty and happy. Eventually we got up to clean up ourselves.

Mutual Masturbation & Goodbye (But Not Really)

November 7th turned into November 8th. We were back in bed. We talked and teased each other. I apprehensively confessed what happened the night before with the Canadian. He was a little surprised but it didn't bother him. We made light of it - that upset brought on our connection. We continued our touching and teasing. I asked if he could cum again. He thought he could. I stroked, licked and sucked him for a bit. It was nice to use my hand and spend time with foreskin. I understand it better and it is fun to see the head poke out of a hiding space. (Sorry, I know I sound silly.) Our legs were entangled and he trapped me under his legs as I stroked him. We joked about how he was constantly trapping me in weird positions throughout the night. After stroking him for a while, my hand was tired and I told him to finish himself haha. I laid down beside him and watched. It was so sexy to see how he jerked himself off. I never watched an uncircumcised guy masturbate. I touched myself as I watched him attentively. It really turned me on to see him stretch his foreskin over the head of his cock and tug on it. 

I got very worked up and got up to get the vibrator I packed. I curled up next to him in the fetal position, reached behind myself with my vibrator. It buzzed the underside of my clit as I watched the show he put on for me. We watched one another masturbate for a while. Both of us needed time. Very little was said between us. I was getting very worked up and he gave me a helping hand and reached between my closed thighs. I let his hand through and I pressed his finger on my aching clit. He continued stroking himself with his other hand. My orgasm started to build up. It was incredibly sexy to just lie next to him and indulge in solo fun, but together. Even writing about it excites me. 

My orgasm was building up as we watched one another in almost complete silence, just the sound of our breathing, short moans and the buzz from my vibrator. He would stroke at a medium pace and then slow down or stop. I wondered if he was going to even cum again. Three times in one night? Would it be possible? I watched and wondered...my orgasm grew closer and eventually it hit me hard. I closed my eyes tight and let out a cry/moan as my orgasm took over my senses. It was very intense. My orgasm triggered his orgasm. He knelt next to me and came all over my chest. For some reason I started laughing while he covered my chest with another huge load. It was a lot, again. I snapped a few pictures of the mess he left on me. Afterwards, we got into the shower together. I rinsed all his cum off my body. I teased his sensitive, wet cock throughout the showering, watched him shiver, hehe. We soaped up, rinsed off, dried off.

After our shower, we got him ready for his departure. Our hours of fun came to an end. Both of us were very tired and very happy. It was late and he told me that he would walk home and take the time to think about the night we just had. I melted...how fucking sweet! He left.I laid alone in the bed, which was wet from all the sweat and juices from our bodies, and thought about how the night turned out to be better than I imagined. (I also remembered to leave the hotel housekeeping a big tip for the cleanup.)

I went to bed feeling very happy. I had more meetings the next day and my face was constantly lighting up with a smile throughout the day (as it is now). My tired, sore body was another reminder of the night before. 

Epilogue (And I Really Need to Stop Writing)

He is such a sweet guy and I feel bad for how I originally wrote him off. I am glad I was able to make up for my initial apprehensions about him. We still talk and like to recount the fun from that night. He reminds how it is wild to be talking to a random stranger in the middle of Times Square and shortly after be fucking like animals. Anything is possible, right?

We have met up again. He took the train to visit me in Jersey and we had another blast, and he blasted me with his cum cannon a few times (sorry for my corny quip). After our second time together, he named me "Dyson" because of my sucking skills haha.

We met up another time after my initial draft of this story, more sucking and fucking. I lost count of all my orgasms and the number of showers we needed to clean off haha. I rewarded him with a nice scalp massage to repay him for my many orgasms. We also had a fun hotel sleepover, complete with AMAZING morning sex, despite us both being sore from the night before. Oof, what fun :)

I could write another long story about our subsequent fun - maybe one day I will. I am hoping we have another adventure (or two, or three) before he goes back to Europe.

It's weird (but awesome) to find another great connection from reddit. It doesn't feel very "random" when it works out so well, but I prefer it that way. Anyway, thanks for reading if you got this far. And, good luck with your RAOBJs in 2023!