Brother of the Bride
“What in the ‘Get Out’ hell is going on here,” quizzed the warm, brownish-red woman with the Bantu knots as soon as they were safe inside the gold 1970 Deuce and a Quarter.
“I don’t even know,” chuckled the driver as he jerked his head to get his short dreadlocks out of his line of sight.
“Well, I know you’re the best man and all…”
“What, Meesh?”
“Just be careful. We were the only Black folks besides his mom and grandmother.”
“He’s an only c***d!”
“But you’re his only Black friend with a Black girlfriend or wife?”
“Maybe that he’s still in touch with. I don’t know.”
‘Well, be careful tonight, Jabaar”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said as he pulled into their hotel parking lot. He escorted his longtime lady friend up to their room. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow. You got the directions to the church, right?”
“Yeah! You texted me. Get on outta here. I’m sleepy,” she announced.
“Um yeah! Have a good night,” he pecked her on the lips.
Jabaar grabbed his duffle bag and the tux hanging in the closet then headed out. He met up with the rest of the groomsmen at a quaint house rented just for the weekend. In addition to the groom and the other four there was a white guy present who’d been at the rehearsal dinner earlier.
The groom spotted his confusion and introduced them. “Jabaar, this is Collin. Courtney’s li’l bro. Collin, Jabaar!”
“Nice to meet you,” smiled the k** with the wispy brown bouffant haircut and pale skin.
“Hey,” he extended a hand.
“The girls’ll be here in a few,” announced one of the others.
Three slutty white bitches showed up scantily clad and ready for the fun.
It was barely a moment before the groom and the others descended upon them.
Jabaar noticed Collin hanging back. “Sup,” he checked, entering the kitchen.
“Nothing.”
“Everybody else is enjoying the show.”
“Not my thing.”
“Fair enough.”
“What about you?”
“Uhhh…I’m good for now.”
Collin waved a joint and Jabaar nodded. Collin led the way outside. Jabaar grabbed a couple beers.
They lit up and enjoyed the feeling of euphoria overcoming them.
“So, uh, bride’s li’l brother,” Jabaar laughed awkwardly.
“Indeed,” smiled Collin. “How do you know Chauncey?”
“Grew up together.”
“Cool.”
“You bring a date to the wedding?”
“Nah! I’m single.”
“Where you live?”
“Jacksonville.”
“Florida?”
“Yes, sir,” Collin replied with his cheeks reddening.
“Chocolate city,” he half-smiled.
“Exactly,” grinned the five-foot-nine fellow, grazing Jabaar’s shoulder slightly with his hand.
“That’s what’s up!”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Did you bring a date?”
“Yeah! I brought my gurl. She…”
“Was the only other Black girl there except for Chauncey’s mama and granny.”
“Facts,” slumped the man.
“She’s pretty. How long y’all been together.”
“Three years.”
“Hands off,” he giggled, poking Jabaar’s thigh.
“Uh yeah!”
“Too bad for me,” Collin pouted.
“What you mean?”
“I can’t offer to suck your dick.”
“Naw! I ain’t gay.”
“I never said you were. Did she at least give you some pussy before you came over.”
“Hell naw,” grimaced Jabaar.
“Knowing you were gonna be around strippers too. She’s bold. I’ll give her that.”
“You ain’t lying.”
“I know. Men need their balls empty and bellies full.”
“That’s all it takes,” agreed Jabaar, sitting forward. “You should teach a class!”
“These women will never learn. Instead I just pick up where they leave off.”
“Huh?”
“I know you saw this,” Collin stood.
“Yeah! You can’t miss that donk,” he confessed without realizing it. “Uhhhh…”
“It’s all good. It’s only natural for a man to look at this round, juicy white booty.”
“Uhhhh.”
“It’s okay. It doesn’t make you gay. I’m the one that got the B-B-L.”
“I don’t know…”
“If I were all masculine acting you wouldn’t be into me.”
“True.”
“Ever do a line?”
“Couple times. You got some,”
“I do.”
“Let’s do it.”
“Maybe let’s go somewhere else. There’s a motel down the street. I can grab a room so we’re away from this nonsense.”
“Yeah! I’ma grab a bottle of liquor from inside.”
Jabaar fired up the engine and drove them to the Byway Motor Court.
Collin switched up to the window and ended up with a key to room six.
Jabaar parked and followed the sashaying boi.
Collin suggested, “How about you do a line off your favorite place on me and I do one off my favorite place on you.”
“Okay! What’s your favorite place on me?”
“I’ll tell you after you do your line.”
“Okay,” he shrugged his shoulders.
“Let me guess. My booty!”
“Bingo!”
Collin bent over and looked back to sprinkle some powder on his strappy underwear covered rear end.
Jabaar knelt down and squeezed the other cheek. It was like a marshmallow. He snorted. “Woo,” he roared.
“Yassss, daddy! You like that ass?”
“Hell yeah!”
“How much do you like it?”
“A whole bunch! Where you wanna snort from.”
“This dick,” Colling grabbed Jabaar’s stiffening crotch.
“Go for it,” he commanded, pulling down his jeans and black boxer briefs with silver and gold rope chains printed on them.
Collin poured out a line, got on his knees, and inhaled it. He looked up and smiled.
“Go on and suck it since you got it hard.” Jabaar demanded.
“Yes, sir,” cooed Coolin.
“That’s it! All the way down. Just like that,” he coached the pussyboy along.
Collin gagged and slobbered all over the shaft.
“Get on the bed, I wanna see that ass when you suck me!”
Collin jumped up.
“Look at all that ass, boi! I know niggas be fuckin’ you.”
“They do,” purred the cocksucker before inhaling more of the meaty member.
“Hell yeah,” he smacked it. “So soft and tender!”
“All for you!”
“You want this dick, punk?”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Bend over,” he ordered.
Jabaar spat on the pink hole and pressed his manhood into Collin’s tightness.
“Gentle at first,” begged the Jack-of-Spades.
Eventually, the clenched hole gay way.
Jabaar’s substantial girth stretched the boi-cunt. “Take this dick!”
“Yes, daddy! Fuck this white boi!”
“Yeah,” he grunted.
“Fuck my white ass with that big Black dick, daddy,” wailed Collin.
“Yeah, boi!”
“Give it to me!”
“Take all this dick, bitch!”
“Am I better than your girlfriend?”
“Yeah, bitch! Take it!”
‘Fuck this faggot ass, daddy!”
“Hell yeah!”
“Fuck me hard, daddy! Fuck this white boi pussy!”
“Hell yeah!”
“Fuck me!”
Jabaar hammered the now open hole. He pulled out to examine his work. “It’s gaping.”
“You did that, daddy,” giggled Collin.
“Hell yeah,” he concurred, plunging back inside.
Pfffft. Pffffffffft.
“That bussy talkin’ to a Nigga,” he shared.
“Fuck me. Fuck my white boi ass!”
“Hell yeah!”
Jabaar spanked the pliable derriere as he shoved his rod balls deep.
“Take this dick, white boi!”
“Yes, daddy! Fuck me with that big Black dick! I love it!”
“Oh yeah!”
“I’m finna nut!”
“Gimme those Black babies!”
Jabaar heaved and huffed until he erupted, flooding Collin’s bootyhole.
“Ooh wee,” Jabaar sighed. “Fix me a drink!”
Collin hopped up and poured the brown liquor into one of the flimsy plastic cups provided by the motel.
“Hurry up,” barked Jabaar! “I wanna fuck your sissy ass some more!”
“Yes, sir,” giggled Collin who knew he was in for an all-nighter.
“I don’t even know,” chuckled the driver as he jerked his head to get his short dreadlocks out of his line of sight.
“Well, I know you’re the best man and all…”
“What, Meesh?”
“Just be careful. We were the only Black folks besides his mom and grandmother.”
“He’s an only c***d!”
“But you’re his only Black friend with a Black girlfriend or wife?”
“Maybe that he’s still in touch with. I don’t know.”
‘Well, be careful tonight, Jabaar”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said as he pulled into their hotel parking lot. He escorted his longtime lady friend up to their room. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow. You got the directions to the church, right?”
“Yeah! You texted me. Get on outta here. I’m sleepy,” she announced.
“Um yeah! Have a good night,” he pecked her on the lips.
Jabaar grabbed his duffle bag and the tux hanging in the closet then headed out. He met up with the rest of the groomsmen at a quaint house rented just for the weekend. In addition to the groom and the other four there was a white guy present who’d been at the rehearsal dinner earlier.
The groom spotted his confusion and introduced them. “Jabaar, this is Collin. Courtney’s li’l bro. Collin, Jabaar!”
“Nice to meet you,” smiled the k** with the wispy brown bouffant haircut and pale skin.
“Hey,” he extended a hand.
“The girls’ll be here in a few,” announced one of the others.
Three slutty white bitches showed up scantily clad and ready for the fun.
It was barely a moment before the groom and the others descended upon them.
Jabaar noticed Collin hanging back. “Sup,” he checked, entering the kitchen.
“Nothing.”
“Everybody else is enjoying the show.”
“Not my thing.”
“Fair enough.”
“What about you?”
“Uhhh…I’m good for now.”
Collin waved a joint and Jabaar nodded. Collin led the way outside. Jabaar grabbed a couple beers.
They lit up and enjoyed the feeling of euphoria overcoming them.
“So, uh, bride’s li’l brother,” Jabaar laughed awkwardly.
“Indeed,” smiled Collin. “How do you know Chauncey?”
“Grew up together.”
“Cool.”
“You bring a date to the wedding?”
“Nah! I’m single.”
“Where you live?”
“Jacksonville.”
“Florida?”
“Yes, sir,” Collin replied with his cheeks reddening.
“Chocolate city,” he half-smiled.
“Exactly,” grinned the five-foot-nine fellow, grazing Jabaar’s shoulder slightly with his hand.
“That’s what’s up!”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Did you bring a date?”
“Yeah! I brought my gurl. She…”
“Was the only other Black girl there except for Chauncey’s mama and granny.”
“Facts,” slumped the man.
“She’s pretty. How long y’all been together.”
“Three years.”
“Hands off,” he giggled, poking Jabaar’s thigh.
“Uh yeah!”
“Too bad for me,” Collin pouted.
“What you mean?”
“I can’t offer to suck your dick.”
“Naw! I ain’t gay.”
“I never said you were. Did she at least give you some pussy before you came over.”
“Hell naw,” grimaced Jabaar.
“Knowing you were gonna be around strippers too. She’s bold. I’ll give her that.”
“You ain’t lying.”
“I know. Men need their balls empty and bellies full.”
“That’s all it takes,” agreed Jabaar, sitting forward. “You should teach a class!”
“These women will never learn. Instead I just pick up where they leave off.”
“Huh?”
“I know you saw this,” Collin stood.
“Yeah! You can’t miss that donk,” he confessed without realizing it. “Uhhhh…”
“It’s all good. It’s only natural for a man to look at this round, juicy white booty.”
“Uhhhh.”
“It’s okay. It doesn’t make you gay. I’m the one that got the B-B-L.”
“I don’t know…”
“If I were all masculine acting you wouldn’t be into me.”
“True.”
“Ever do a line?”
“Couple times. You got some,”
“I do.”
“Let’s do it.”
“Maybe let’s go somewhere else. There’s a motel down the street. I can grab a room so we’re away from this nonsense.”
“Yeah! I’ma grab a bottle of liquor from inside.”
Jabaar fired up the engine and drove them to the Byway Motor Court.
Collin switched up to the window and ended up with a key to room six.
Jabaar parked and followed the sashaying boi.
Collin suggested, “How about you do a line off your favorite place on me and I do one off my favorite place on you.”
“Okay! What’s your favorite place on me?”
“I’ll tell you after you do your line.”
“Okay,” he shrugged his shoulders.
“Let me guess. My booty!”
“Bingo!”
Collin bent over and looked back to sprinkle some powder on his strappy underwear covered rear end.
Jabaar knelt down and squeezed the other cheek. It was like a marshmallow. He snorted. “Woo,” he roared.
“Yassss, daddy! You like that ass?”
“Hell yeah!”
“How much do you like it?”
“A whole bunch! Where you wanna snort from.”
“This dick,” Colling grabbed Jabaar’s stiffening crotch.
“Go for it,” he commanded, pulling down his jeans and black boxer briefs with silver and gold rope chains printed on them.
Collin poured out a line, got on his knees, and inhaled it. He looked up and smiled.
“Go on and suck it since you got it hard.” Jabaar demanded.
“Yes, sir,” cooed Coolin.
“That’s it! All the way down. Just like that,” he coached the pussyboy along.
Collin gagged and slobbered all over the shaft.
“Get on the bed, I wanna see that ass when you suck me!”
Collin jumped up.
“Look at all that ass, boi! I know niggas be fuckin’ you.”
“They do,” purred the cocksucker before inhaling more of the meaty member.
“Hell yeah,” he smacked it. “So soft and tender!”
“All for you!”
“You want this dick, punk?”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Bend over,” he ordered.
Jabaar spat on the pink hole and pressed his manhood into Collin’s tightness.
“Gentle at first,” begged the Jack-of-Spades.
Eventually, the clenched hole gay way.
Jabaar’s substantial girth stretched the boi-cunt. “Take this dick!”
“Yes, daddy! Fuck this white boi!”
“Yeah,” he grunted.
“Fuck my white ass with that big Black dick, daddy,” wailed Collin.
“Yeah, boi!”
“Give it to me!”
“Take all this dick, bitch!”
“Am I better than your girlfriend?”
“Yeah, bitch! Take it!”
‘Fuck this faggot ass, daddy!”
“Hell yeah!”
“Fuck me hard, daddy! Fuck this white boi pussy!”
“Hell yeah!”
“Fuck me!”
Jabaar hammered the now open hole. He pulled out to examine his work. “It’s gaping.”
“You did that, daddy,” giggled Collin.
“Hell yeah,” he concurred, plunging back inside.
Pfffft. Pffffffffft.
“That bussy talkin’ to a Nigga,” he shared.
“Fuck me. Fuck my white boi ass!”
“Hell yeah!”
Jabaar spanked the pliable derriere as he shoved his rod balls deep.
“Take this dick, white boi!”
“Yes, daddy! Fuck me with that big Black dick! I love it!”
“Oh yeah!”
“I’m finna nut!”
“Gimme those Black babies!”
Jabaar heaved and huffed until he erupted, flooding Collin’s bootyhole.
“Ooh wee,” Jabaar sighed. “Fix me a drink!”
Collin hopped up and poured the brown liquor into one of the flimsy plastic cups provided by the motel.
“Hurry up,” barked Jabaar! “I wanna fuck your sissy ass some more!”
“Yes, sir,” giggled Collin who knew he was in for an all-nighter.
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