The world of human sexuality and desire is absolutely full of surprises. No doubt about it. I challenge anyone to say otherwise. My name is Jack O'Malley and I'm a six-foot-three, lean and muscular, red-haired and gray-eyed, kind of good-looking young Irishman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I am the kind of guy who likes to have fun. The summer of 2009 is here and I don't have much to do. I don't have any summer classes at Emerson College since I did pretty well this past semester. This leaves me with plenty of time on my hands. What's a restless Irishman to do?
Even though I come off as straight-laced, I'm actually a very open-minded and downright multicultural kind of guy. I work in a Black-owned bookstore in the city of Brockton. I have lots of friends of all races. Black, Asian and Hispanic for the most part. And I'm really into interracial sex. I've slept with many Black men and Black women. I can't remember the last time I slept with a white person. White guys and white chicks don't do it for me. Never have, never will. I don't know why. Right now, I'm having a good time with two of my sexual acolytes, Roselyn and Andy Monpoint. They're an upper middle-class Haitian-American couple living in Brockton's West Side.
Andy Monpoint is a five-foot-ten, somewhat chubby, dark-skinned Black man in his mid-forties. He's a heart surgeon at Massachusetts General Hospital. His wife Roselyn is a six-foot-tall, kind of chubby, sweet-faced and delicious big-bottomed, very dark-skinned Black woman who teaches World History at one of Boston's many public high schools. They do alright for themselves. Their son Edward is currently enrolled at the Massachusetts Maritime Academy and their daughter Muriel is at Northeastern. They seem like a very normal Haitian-American professional couple. They go to church on Sunday, enjoy musicals and bowling. Yet they're swingers. They're really into interracial sex too. Race play is one of their fetishes and I intend to indulge them.
