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I don't know what's come over me lately, folks. I seem to have been bitten by the freaky bug. I used to be a normal man. In fact, I still am, in most ways. My name is Jamal Jenkins and I am a young black man living in Boston. I attend Emerson College and I am studying Criminal Justice. I want to become a police officer someday, just like my father. When I'm not at school, I work as a Security Guard for the Hellfire Club, one of the city's hottest night clubs. Yeah, I love my job and I love my life. Lately, though, things have been somewhat freaky, man. It all started when my sexy black girlfriend Sabrina Starr dumped me for a rich white dude named Stanley Monroe. Man, all the folks on campus were talking about it. I couldn't get away with it. I had to find some way to forget about the drama. Two weeks went by, and I decided to move on and get myself some new digs, you feel me? My buddy Justin Darwin is a freak if there ever was one. We've known each other for a long time. Like me, he's a tall, good-looking black man from the hood. He's a basketball-loving, academically-driven, skirt-chasing b*****r-man just like me. There are some differences to be sure. The guy's a bisexual and it delves well into his background. Yeah, Justin is a sexual being. He takes it any way he can get it, from dudes or from chicks. Since he's been my friend forever, I didn't care. Justin told me about this Gentlemen's Club and Swingers which catered to special needs and would definitely drive out of ...

... the slump in which I found myself. I was a little hesitant. Justin gets d***k and sometimes brags about his bisexual escapades. He is known to hop into bed with freaky chicks and even freakier dudes. I was a bit scared about going to any club which catered to his interests. I mean, I'm an open-minded b*****r and I'm not homophobic or anything, but I'm not interested in having sex with men. It's just not my thing. I went to the Gentlemen's Club and I must say it was nothing like I imagined. There were good-looking men and women around, mostly white folks but a few Asian, black and Latin folk here and there. I saw people relaxing and going around, doing their thing. Men and women were kissing and undressing each other. Man, it was alright! I saw two black men kissing each other, while two sexy women who seemed to be their wives watched, fascinated. Bisexual black men. I didn't say anything and just kept walking. Whatever floats their boat, know what I mean? Do your thing, let me do my thing. Don't ask me to try your thing. That's my motto and it works great in almost all situations. I walked through the club, and checked out the various sights. Men and women having sex with each other. Men doing it with men while other men and women watched. Women doing it with women. Damn. Every sexual combo imaginable. I was still walking when I accidentally bumped into somebody. The person I bumped into was a tall, good-looking black woman who was a little on the plump side but still sexy. I ...