Reunion: #36 J.J. Wizzer

Reunion: #36 J.J. Wizzer

J.J. Wizer, my buddy from an early year,
We went to elementary school carrying our gear
A basketball to shoot the hoops
A baseball glove the ball to scoop
A whoopee cushion, mustard colored plaster shit
To play our childish jokes with it
At times we’d catch a lift with his dad
When the bus driver refused ‘cause we were bad
Old Man Weber drove the school bus
Often made an example of us

J.J.’s dad was a CEO
For a mid-size company on the go
On weekends he took off his suit and tie
Became the Captain of the waves he’d ply
To navigate the inland river to the open sea
J.J. on the bow against the wind would pee
His dad would call him his idiot son
For J.J. it was all great fun
Dad would sheppard the big boats to the Florida keys
Once to Mexico where there happened to be
An ocean freighter on a foggy morn
Collided with their boat which was torn
In two and quickly sunk
The two of them were sadly dunked
They survived six hours on a life raft
His dad was so furious he went daft

Not knowing this when I did congregate
At their garage I did not hesitate
“Did you have a great weekend.” I stupidly asked
Not knowing of this disaster they had passed
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up,” his dad replied
J.J. kicked me and whispered, “Quiet or we’re fried”
Later he told me the boat had sunk
That’s why his dad was in a funk

We drove ourselves when J.J. hit 16 years
Although in truth we were quite green
Off to High School in an old jalopy
That smoked and whined, kind of sloppy
But it got us there on time
And for picking up girls it was fine
Of course in those days it was kiss and tell
There was no sexual revolution to ring the bell

J.J. had the look of an adult at 15 years
The waitress took him for 18 so we’d order beers
Pizza and eggplant parmigiana
Oh how sadly those days are gone
He was always unshaven with a low bass voice
The woman liked him, it was an easy choice
Cause there was something manly about that guy
As if time for him did more rapidly fly
There was a rotation of the prettiest girls in school
Each tough guy got a chance to duel
We made plastic hearts in shop class
Gave them to our favorite lass

I lost track of J.J., he moved to Montauk
Called him once for a brief talk
Said he got married, was happy and free
Now they were running a Charter Boat at sea
He showed up with his wife Gloria at the reunion dinner
They were both fat, I was slimmer
The wife seemed a nice chubby lady
Nothing like the vixen we nabbed for gravy
Back in the day when we were young
And pussy hunting was such fun

I’d brought to the reunion a hooker friend of mine
Rumba was sexy as hell with a big behind
She offered to give J.J. a blowjob, if his wife didn’t mind
But his wife thought it was a fun treat
In the locker room she sucked Rumba’s teat
The locker room still smelled of teenage jizz
As the two ladies sampled his
Oh sweet Rumba, my Puerto Rican whore
Who could suck cock, swallow till there was no more
“You haven’t got even a taste, said Gloria, J.J.’s wife to me
She lifted her skirt and offered me a choice of spicy pussy
Or I could fuck her ass there that day
I wasn’t attracted to her I must say
But like food in fridge you hate to throw away
So I chose her ass, Rumba spread her cheek
And J.J. laughed as I fucked, she did speak
“Don’t cum in my ass,” Gloria did shout
Cum all you can right in my mouth
She spun around and opened wide
So I just shoved my dick deep inside
She took my heavy load in haste
Then Gloria complimented me on my cums taste
She said it tasted better than J.J.’s, my friend
And that is how the evening almost come to an end
J.J. was a little pissed so I said to Rumba
“Tell him his cock tastes like no other”
“Yo dick, it taste little fishy like Clamato
The flavored beer that we drink till were blotto
Your cum it make-a me like drunk
I really liked your fishy spunk”
J.J. got happy, he replied, “that cause I eat the fish of the sea”
I had to excused myself, laughing, cause I had to pee

We partied till late then we ate
In an all night diner, nothing could be finer
The J.J.’s now live in Florida happily married,
Still a handsome couple, chubby not harried
I remember how his “fuck all”demeanor state
Made him fail gym and couldn’t graduate
One sunny day he quit for fun
He told me of some the drugs he’d run
From Columbia out of Cuba
Hidden under the boat by scuba
Got away with several plays
Trips and then he quit the frays
Four million was a nice nest egg to retire
Before one loses under fire
“And they say crime don’t pay”
“I don’t know,” I say
J.J. smiles and pats Rumba on the hand
“You sure made my dick stand”
Rumba turns a shade of red
“Is it something that I said?”
“She’s shy guy, makes me hard as a rock
She’s an artiste at sucking a man’s cock
But, J.J., your wife Gloria has a great ass”
J.J. smirked, “Let’s just let that pass”

So satiated and full we parted
I couldn’t help it, in the car I farted
Rhumba laughed and held her nose
I’m just human I suppose