Summer 1999 In Randolph Mass

The town of Randolph, Massachusetts, is definitely something else. It lacks the size of Boston, or the storied charm of the City of Plymouth. It doesn't have the loudness and bluster of Brockton. It isn't quaint like the City of Milton or friendly like the City of Avon. It is square, white, and bland. Hell, most of the town's businesses and schools are located in the aptly named Randolph Square. In the summer of 1999, Clayburn Jones, a tall and handsome African American wayfarer, returned to the City of Randolph, his hometown. The thirty-year-old wasn't prepared for all the changes that occurred in Randolph since he left it a decade ago. Can one ever truly go home again?

Upon landing at Boston's Logan Airport, Clayburn took a cab to the City of Randolph. There's no place like home, it truly must be said. Clayburn went to his uncle Errol Jones place, located on Bridle Path Circle at the heart of Randolph's Mill Village neighborhood. The balding old African American man is one of Clayburn's last living relatives. Clayburn's parents Lionel Jones and Marianne Jenkins-Jones died a long time ago. Clayburn started to get in trouble with the law as a young black man. Errol sent Clayburn to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, way down in Canada for a change of pace. It turned out to be everything that Clayburn needed.

While in Canada, Clayburn earned an MBA from Carleton University, became a Canadian citizen and got a job working for Statistics Canada at their Tunney's Pasture location near downtown Ottawa. Clayburn flourished as a black male professional in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. The Canadian government pays very well if one has the proper educational credentials, the proper clearance, and the right contacts. The black men and black women who work there are a chosen few. Clayburn is a lucky brother, so why does his existence feel so empty?

Clayburn came to Canada with his diploma from Bunker Hill Community College, so he wasn't a total plebe when he enrolled at Carleton University, the best school in Ottawa, Ontario. Canadian schools have a bad habit of not recognizing credentials from schools outside of North America and Western Europe. Fortunately, American credentials are accepted in Canada. Clayburn lucked out that way. The brother just continued with his education. Life in Canada agrees with Clayburn, but after ten years in Ontario, he missed Massachusetts like crazy. Got to go see friends and family...

"Good to see you, nephew," Errol said to Clayburn as he welcomed the younger man home. Clayburn smiled and hugged the dark-skinned, silver-haired black man. Errol and Clayburn have always been more like father and son than uncle and nephew. Errol promised his late wife, Clayburn's paternal auntie Wilma, that he would look after him after his parents passed away. Clayburn was glad to be home. Three days after returning to Randolph, Clayburn looked up old friends. He had to see what kind of trouble he could get into...

"This is more like it," Dounia Calixte said, nodding at her houseguest. The six-foot-tall, curvy and dark-skinned young Haitian American woman stroked Clayburn Jones big black dick before taking him into her mouth. Just a couple of freaks getting down in the basement of a lovely townhouse located in the Mill Village sector of Randolph, Massachusetts. Clayburn nodded as Dounia engulfed his cock into her mouth. What is it with these Afro-Caribbean women and their amazing cock sucking skills? Something to consider, for sure.

"I aim to please," Clayburn Jones said, and the tall, brown-skinned and dreadlocked young man sighed happily as Dounia sucked him off. Clayburn has just returned to the City of Randolph, Massachusetts, after a long sojourn in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. The first thing Clayburn did was reconnect with some old friends. Clayburn's good buddy Jasper Calixte is doing a bid at Walpole for armed robbery. Jasper's sister Dounia is now twenty years old and a serious freak. Jasper's misfortune was Clayburn's incredible gain...

"This is my way of welcoming you back, I always had a crush on you," Dounia admitted as she lathered Clayburn's cock and balls with her tongue. The dreadlocked brother grinned, pleased with the younger black woman's choice of words. Clayburn grinned as he thought of what his old buddy Jasper would think if he knew he was having fun with his sister Dounia. Of course, right now Jasper is probably having some unwanted fun with fellow male inmates at Walpole so he's got bigger fish to fry.

"My favorite kind of homecoming," Clayburn replied, and Dounia nodded as she sucked him off. Afterwards, Clayburn put Dounia on all fours and admired the younger black woman's big black booty. Dounia laughed as Clayburn slapped her big black ass. Clayburn grinned and began fingering Dounia's sweet pussy. The young black woman groaned as the handsome older black man spread her cheeks and began eating her out. Clayburn ate Dounia's pussy like a hungry man. How does Afro-Caribbean pussy taste to an African American man? Magically delicious and yummy, folks!

"Hmm, don't stop," Dounia squealed as Clayburn worked his magic on her. After stimulating Dounia's pussy with his tongue and fingers, Clayburn was ready for more. Rolling a Durex condom on his big black dick, he began his approach into her. Dounia groaned as Clayburn's big black dick popped into her pussy. Clayburn smacked Dounia's big black ass as he filled that sweet pussy of hers with his big black dick. In Ottawa, Clayburn smashed white chicks, Somali chicks, Mexican chicks and other broads who were enamored with his 'cool brother' persona. It's good to be back in Massachusetts, where Afro-Caribbean pussy is as common as stars in the sky...

"Give me that ass," Clayburn said as he grabbed hold of Dounia's long curly dark hair. He yanked her head back and rammed his big black dick into her pussy. Dounia squealed in delight as Clayburn fucked her like there was no tomorrow. The two of them fucked like there was no tomorrow. Dounia lay in Clayburn's arms, smiling as she held onto him after a good fuck. Clayburn is a cuddler and a lot of females are okay with that, including Dounia. Nothing like the warm afterglow of a good fuck.

What was there to do in Randolph, Massachusetts, circa 1999? Clayburn would visit the Blue Devils, as well as the Parthenon restaurant, the Turner Free Library and of course, Blockbuster Videos. Dounia was really smitten with Clayburn and would come to the house with homecooked meals which delighted both Clayburn and Uncle Errol. Clayburn liked Dounia just fine, though he wasn't about to get hitched or nothing like that. To thank Dounia for all the fun things she does for him, Clayburn treated her to dinner at the Parthenon restaurant, then took her to watch the black comedy The Wood at Brockton's Westgate Cinema. Got to party like it's 1999, folks. In those days, the future looked bright. As the millennium was coming to an end, people really had no idea what they were in for...