Dome Shots

Chapter 1

My Uber driver had just let me out at the hotel when he approached me. His odor was as offensive as his proposition.

“Excuse me, Bruh, I need to make $50.” I was repulsed but felt sorry for the young man who could not have been much older than I was but somehow life had been much harder on him.

I was trying to figure out a way to politely rebuff his offer for sex and offer him the last $20 I had in my pocket to just take his stinky ass away when he smiled at me and said, “Dome shots.”

I was speechless for several seconds. I knew the specter that stood before me. We were college roommates. The way that the corners of his mouth turned up like a comedy mask when he smiled assured me that it could only be Jaleel Turner. What in the hell had happened to him in the six years since we graduated from North Carolina Central University?

“Jaleel?” I stammered, still in shock that my roommate, my frat brother, my college fuck buddy was out here strung out, stinking and trying to trick ass.

“Hell yeah.” He stepped forward as if to embrace me then stepped back from shame of having smelled himself when he raised his arms. “Look at you Shad, doing well for yourself, I see. What brings you back to Durham?”

“I am here teaching a business seminar. My agency is opening a branch here in Durham and I am looking to find some interns as well as potential employees.”

“Shit, I could probably run that company front to back.” He said scratching his arms vigorously. Damn, Jaleel ain’t on opioids; is he? “You ain’t gotta look at me like that, Shad, I ain’t so far gone that I think you would fuck your shit up by looking out for my funky, junky ass.”

“Jaleel it’s not like that__”

“Bruh, you don’t owe me an explanation or an apology. I put myself in this shithole, don’t nobody in this world owe me shit.”

“Why don’t you come up and get a shower? I can order a pizza, and I got a couple of outfits you can have.”

“Thanks Shad, I promise I won’t steal your shit ______”

“Stop it! You’re my boy. I give a fuck about you.”

“Hell, a brother can definitely use a shower. Shit, a brother could use a dome shot too.” He smiled mischievously at our code for giving head. “Nigga, you ain’t gotta look at me like that, I know damn well with the way my ass smells right now even a four-hour shower wouldn’t make you wanna do that.”

We barely made it through the lobby up to my room. I had to explain to the concierge and later the elevator man that I hadn’t been kidnapped by some crazy homeless person, that Jaleel was indeed my friend and my guest.

I could tell his feelings were hurt and that pissed me off. What the fuck ever Jaleel’s circumstances were, he was my nigga and I loved him.

Chapter 2

Hearing the shower run and Jaleel’s poor attempt at singing made me wish we were back in our dorm. Those crazy nights we’d spend smoking weed and talking about all of the luxurious shit we would own once we were in the corporate world and raking in some real scrilla.

“Nigga, there ain’t never gonna be any flying cars.” Laughed Jaleel passing me the blunt.

“See that’s the problem with negroes, pessimism.”

“Nah, what’s really wrong with this negro here is I ain’t had no dome shot in a minute.”

“What the fuck; you and Amysha ain’t getting down?”

“Man, she is all about waiting until she graduates from college. That shit is four years away. I gotta break up with her ass like yesterday.”

“So, how long has it been?”

“Let’s just say that it has been so long that your lips on that blunt got a nigga’s dick jumping in his boxers.”

“You are so damn silly.” I said damn near choking on the smoke I inhaled.

“Real talk Shad, help a brother out. Shit I am down to trade dome shots if you are.”

I was turned on but felt awkward as hell. I was 100 percent certain that I was gay but being 18 and not having ever engaged in a sex act beyond masturbation had me scared. What if I sucked at sucking?

“I’ll go first.” He said dropping to his knees in front of me. “Goddamn you got a pretty dick.” He smiled taking my semi erect cock out of my boxers

I was suddenly overcome with the giggles.

“Nigga what.”

“You look… you look like the comedy mask when you smile.” I sniggered

“Lay back fool.” He said stroking my dick with his hand causing it to grow in length and width.

The minute his hot wet mouth made contact with my hard-throbbing dick all laughing and giggling was out the window. Won’t a damn thing I could do but sigh, moan and marvel at the depth of Jaleel’s throat as he swallowed my dick from the tip all the way down to the base.

I damn near jumped out of my skin when he licked and sucked on my balls. Instinctively I locked my hands around his head and threw my legs open wider so he could lick and suck at will.

I knew I was coming. I should have warned him, but my dick felt so good down his throat as it stretched and exploded.

He didn’t seem to mind. He just stood up took his raging hard dick out of his boxers for me to return the favor. My first time sucking dick was nothing to write home about. I did what I did and he came. It wasn’t until about our third or fourth encounter that I was able to make him feel as good as he had made me.

Chapter 3

A good bath and washed hair can work wonders for a brother. Jaleel looked a lot more like himself. He no longer had the muscle definition he had in college; drugs or malnutrition had left him lanky, but he was sexy.

“Okay, this is going to sound rachet as shit, but do you have a pair of underwear a brother can borrow?”

“I left a couple of pair over there on the dresser for you.”

“Thanks.” He said removing the towel and stepping into the fresh blue Nautica boxers I had placed on the dresser. “Now nigga, are you ready for this dome shot?” The comedy mask had returned to his face.

“Jaleel, you ain’t got to.”

“Shad, I want to. You have treated me better in the last hour than my family and so-called friends have in the past two years. Right now, this is all I have to give you in return; please let me.” He slid into my bed next to me. His hands brought my cock to life.

“Your dick is as pretty and shiny as ever.” He said before taking it in his mouth. My cock, balls, and for an added surprise, my asshole was given a thrill ride courtesy of Jaleel’s miraculous mouth and tongue. His gratitude was abundant as he sucked every drip drop of cum possible out of my dick.

“My turn.” I smiled

“Nah.” He said in spite of the erection tenting the boxers I gave him. “I don’t deserve to have you suck my dick.”

“Come on Jaleel; I am no better than you.”

“I respect the hell out of you for telling that lie.” He kissed my cheek and got out of bed. “Shad I’m going to dip.” He said putting on one of the three Nike sweat suits I’d laid on the dresser. He took the other two along with the extra pair of boxers and socks I’d given him and rolled them into a bundle.

“Jaleel, you don’t have to go.”

“No, you have done enough for me. I smell good and I got to make you feel good.”

“Please take care of yourself Jaleel.”

“This ain’t goodbye forever, Shad.” The comedy mask returned. “You still owe me a dome shot and a nigga’s going to collect.”

Chapter Four

Five Months Later

I had pretty much relocated to Durham having secured the position of Chief Operating Officer of our company’s Durham branch. I worked tedious eight-hour days and struggled through sleepless nights, worried that I would never see Jaleel again, or worse, the only way I would see him again would be in his casket. I don’t know why Jaleel’ s life took the turn that it did, I just knew that not a day went by after our encounter in the hotel that I didn’t think about him. Some nights I went out searching for him to no avail. I called both his mother and older brother only to be rudely informed that they did not fuck with Jaleel. It was sad but I guess a guy can only burn so many bridges before nobody wants to deal with him.

I announced that I would be taking the next day off before leaving the office at midnight having spent hours rescuing a project that was nearly lost because of the negligence of an employee whom I gave strict instructions to my general manager to fire as soon as he came in to work the next day.

My stomach was roaring, not growling. 12:15, maybe one of those assholes at the Pump and Pay would let me in long enough to purchase a sandwich and a jungle juice. By God’s divine grace the store was still open. There was only one cashier working and he seemed preoccupied with the book he had his head bent over. I probably could have just grabbed some shit and dashed but I wasn’t about to lose everything I had worked for over some stupid shit. I placed my XXL charbroil burger, Duchess jumbo honey bun, Flamin’ Hot Funyons, and Peach Pepsi on the counter.

“This will be all.” I said getting his attention.

He looked up from his book smiled at me and said, “Nigga, I want my dome shot.”

On the way out to my car, I learned that Jaleel had been clean for almost four months, was staying in a transitional housing program, and had gone back to school to pursue his masters. A far cry from the frail, funky specter I encountered months ago, Jaleel, looked healthy, smelled wonderful, and was ready for me to pay what I owed.

In the back seat of my Range Rover, I took Jaleel’s cock deep into my throat. He bucked and groaned as his mighty cock stretched and erupted in my mouth. That night I would not let him return the favor. For all he’d done to get his life back on track, Jaleel Turner, deserved to have me suck his dick and I made sure that he knew it.

The End