Randolph, Massachusetts, is a city apart. It’s not the size of Boston, nor the historic charm of Plymouth. It doesn’t have the bustle of Brockton. It’s not quaint like Milton, nor warm like Avon. It’s square, white, and charmless. In fact, most of the shops and schools are located on the aptly named Randolph Square. In the summer of 1999, Clayburn Jones, a tall, handsome African American traveler, returned to Randolph, his hometown. This thirty-something wasn’t prepared for all the changes that had occurred in Randolph ten years after he left. Can you ever truly go home?
Upon arriving at Boston’s Logan Airport, Clayburn took a taxi to Randolph. There’s no place like home, as they say. Clayburn went to his uncle Errol Jones’s house on Bridle Path Circle in the heart of Randolph’s Mill Village neighborhood. This bald, elderly African American man was one of Clayburn’s last living relatives. Clayburn’s parents, Lionel Jones and Marianne Jenkins-Jones, had passed away long ago. As a young Black man, Clayburn had started getting into trouble with the law. Errol then sent him to Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, to clear his head. It was exactly what Clayburn needed.
During his time in Canada, Clayburn earned an MBA from Carleton University, became a Canadian citizen, and found a job at Statistics Canada’s Tunney’s Pasture office near downtown Ottawa. Clayburn thrived as a Black professional in Ottawa, Ontario. The Canadian government offers very high salaries to those with the right qualifications, licenses, and connections. Black men and women who work there are a privileged minority. Clayburn is a lucky man, so why does his life feel so empty?
Clayburn arrived in Canada with his degree from Bunker Hill Community College. He wasn’t exactly a complete novice when he enrolled at Carleton University, the top university in Ottawa, Ontario. Canadian universities have a bad habit of not recognizing degrees earned outside of North America and Western Europe. Fortunately, American degrees are accepted in Canada. Clayburn was lucky in that respect. His brother simply continued his studies. Life in Canada suited Clayburn, but after ten years in Ontario, he missed Massachusetts terribly. He longed to see his friends and family again…
« Content de te revoir, neveu », dit Errol à Clayburn en l’accueillant. Clayburn sourit et serra dans ses bras l’homme noir à la peau sombre et aux cheveux argentés. Errol et Clayburn ont toujours été plus comme un père et son fils qu’un oncle et son neveu. Errol avait promis à sa défunte épouse, Wilma, la tante paternelle de Clayburn, de prendre soin de lui après la mort de ses parents. Clayburn était heureux d’être de retour chez lui. Trois jours après son retour à Randolph, Clayburn rendit visite à ses vieux amis. Il voulait voir dans quel genre de bêtises il pourrait encore se fourrer…
« Voilà qui est mieux », dit Dounia Calixte en désignant son invité d’un signe de tête. Cette jeune Américaine d’origine haïtienne, grande et pulpeuse, à la peau mate, caressa le gros pénis noir de Clayburn Jones avant de le prendre dans sa bouche. Deux obsédés qui s’adonnaient à des jeux coquins dans le sous-sol d’une charmante maison de ville du quartier de Mill Village à Randolph, dans le Massachusetts. Clayburn acquiesça tandis que Dounia avalait sa verge. Qu’est-ce qui explique le talent incroyable de ces femmes afro-caribéennes pour la fellation ? Voilà qui donne à réfléchir.
« Je veux te faire plaisir », dit Clayburn Jones, et le grand jeune homme à la peau brune et aux dreadlocks soupira de bonheur tandis que Dounia le suçait. Clayburn venait de rentrer à Randolph, dans le Massachusetts, après un long séjour à Ottawa, en Ontario. Sa première action fut de retrouver de vieux amis. Son bon copain, Jasper Calixte, purgeait une peine à Walpole pour vol à main armée. La sœur de Jasper, Dounia, avait maintenant vingt ans et était une vraie folle. Le malheur de Jasper faisait le bonheur de Clayburn…
« C’est ma façon de te souhaiter la bienvenue. J’ai toujours eu un faible pour toi », admit Dounia en léchant le sexe et les testicules de Clayburn. Le frère aux dreadlocks sourit, ravi des paroles de la jeune femme noire. Clayburn sourit à son tour en pensant à ce que son vieil ami Jasper penserait s’il savait qu’il s’amusait avec sa sœur Dounia. Bien sûr, Jasper était probablement en train de s’amuser, non sans mal, avec d’autres détenus à Walpole, alors il avait d’autres chats à fouetter.
« Mon retour préféré », répondit Clayburn, et Dounia acquiesça en le suçant. Ensuite, Clayburn mit Dounia à quatre pattes et admira les fesses généreuses de la jeune femme noire. Dounia rit lorsque Clayburn lui donna une claque sur les fesses. Clayburn sourit et commença à caresser le sexe de Dounia. La jeune femme gémit lorsque le bel homme noir plus âgé écarta ses fesses et commença à la lécher. Clayburn dévorait le sexe de Dounia comme un affamé. Quel goût a un sexe afro-caribéen pour un homme afro-américain ? Magiquement délicieux et succulent, mes amis !
“Hmm, keep going!” Dounia moaned as Clayburn worked his magic on her. After stimulating Dounia’s vagina with his tongue and fingers, Clayburn was ready for the next step. Wrapping a Durex condom around his large black penis, he began to penetrate her. Dounia moaned as Clayburn’s large black penis slid into her vagina. Clayburn slapped Dounia’s large black buttocks as he filled her soft vagina with his large black penis. In Ottawa, Clayburn seduced white girls, Somali women, Mexican women, and other women who were enamored with his “cool guy” image. It’s good to be back in Massachusetts, where Afro-Caribbean women are as common as the stars in the sky…
“Give me that ass,” Clayburn said, grabbing Dounia’s long, curly black hair. He pulled her head back and thrust his thick, black penis into her vagina. Dounia cried out in pleasure as Clayburn fucked her like her life depended on it. They fucked like their lives depended on it. Dounia lay in Clayburn’s arms, smiling, clinging to him after that great fuck. Clayburn is affectionate, and many women appreciate that, including Dounia. There’s nothing like the sweet feeling that follows a good fuck.
What could you do in Randolph, Massachusetts, around 1999? Clayburn would go to the Blue Devils, as well as the Parthenon restaurant, the Turner Library, and, of course, Blockbuster Video. Dounia was madly in love with Clayburn and often came to the house with homemade meals that delighted Clayburn and his uncle Errol. Clayburn liked Dounia, even though marriage wasn’t on the cards. To thank Dounia for all the good things she did for him, Clayburn took her to dinner at the Parthenon restaurant, then took her to see the dark comedy “The Wood” at the Westgate theater in Brockton. They were partying like it was 1999! Back then, the future looked bright. As the millennium drew to a close, no one suspected what lay ahead…