Brother of the Bride

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.”