Growing up in the 90's in the hood, there were always basement parties. Just a group of hormone driven kids, loud music, and somebody always had the liquor and weed handy. This here is the story of my first basement party, as well as some other firsts of mine.
Growing up I always hung out with the older kids. Pychologically I can get into the route of that but I'll just leave it as: I was the baby of my family and even when I wasn't around my fam I still liked to be the baby. I liked to be looked out for, taken care of. Plus I fit in better with an older crowd. I guess I was always just a bit more mature than the kids my own age.
My bestfriend growing up was Giovanni. He was three years older than me, but I looked out more for him then he did for me. G, as I called him; didn't have the best of home situations. His mom had some serious mental issues, and instead of getting help, she got high. And on the rare occassions when she wasn't high, she'd get into a deep depression and try to kill herself. I can tell you of at least two times I know for myself when she tried it. Giovanni tells me its been way more. But usually when she was at her worst he'd come over and stay at my house for a few days. We'd usually only get away with him being there one night or so. My parents didn't like or trust him much. But I'd sneak him in as much as he needed and help him out however I could. I cared alot about him. I had so much, and he had so little; but I was more than willing to share what I had with my bestfriend.
Unfortunately Giovanni's mom followed through and actually killed herself. It was all very sad and very scary. But the scariest thing was wondering what would happen to G. When his mom was here I could look out for him, but now that she was gone what was gonna happen to him? Where would he go? How would he survive? All these were real fears floating around in my little adolescent mind.
But things turned out ok. Apparently Giovanni had an older brother. He was 22, so he was allowed to be G's gaurdian. He even moved into the house where G and their mom had lived. So nothing had to change in G's life for the bad. My bestfriend now had the freedom to be a kid again with no worries, no drama, no insecurity.
With Giovanni now living alone with his not that much older brother; their house became party central. I remember for a while spending almost everyday there with G. There was practically no supervision. As long as the house wasn't completely destroyed G's brother didn't really care what we got into. But like I said G was three years older than me, and eventually our relationship changed. When G went on to high school things between us began to change quickly. He started treating me like the annoying little brother he didn't want around. Then one day he just flat out told me, that we couldn't be friends anymore, not until I had grew up some and stop being such a middle school baby. I admit, it hit me kind of hard. Seeing that for years we were best friends and all of a sudden now that he was in highschool, I was nothing.
Not long after our friendship ended, G began throwing parties almost every weekend. "Highschool Parties". And I definitely wasn't on the guest list. From what I heard the parties were always pretty dope. And I wanted nothing more than to be apart of it. And one day I knew I would.
I had just turned 14, and finally I was done with middle school. But in my mind I wasn't that excited about it. What I was more excited about was that finally I could hang with my best friend again. It was the end of summer, and Giovanni was throwing this big basement party. I figured finally I'd get to go to my first "highschool party". That night I must have changed my clothes 3 times, before I settled on my grey striped yankee's jersey, some baggy Nike bb shorts and some 'butter' timberland boots. I knew if I looked the part I could impress the high school kids, and Giovanni would want to hang with me again.
I walked into the back basement entrance, where I had saw everyone else going. As I walked in I was immediately hit by a cloud of smoke, ommiting from the many joints being passed around the large cement room. A few steps further in and one of those joints was being passed directly to me by this really tall, linky guy with corn rows. I had never smoked weed before, but I didnt want to seem uncool, so I took two puffs, choking half to death, before passing it on. I took a few more steps into the party as I tried to recover, and tripped over this green shag carpet, that almost looked like grass on the floor. I caught myself and kept moving. Between the contact high, and the two little puffs I took into my virgin lungs; I was already floating. I tripped again and this time not being able to recover, I landed smack down onto a group of guys who were sitting on this brown dusty looking suede couch.
"damn watch what the fuck you doing man. before I kick your ass out of here." I heard from a much deeper, but still very familiar voice from one of the guys who broke my fall. "hold up is that little Mikey." It was Giovanni. "Man you grew the fuck up." Giovanni said embracing me in a head lock. "Man whats up. What you been up to?"
"Nothing much G. nothing much just living." I said, trying not to smile too hard. Trying to maintain some sense of calm; despite how happy and estatic I really was.
"Man you know I missed you. You was my lil nigga. Where'd you go at. Why you stop hanging around". He obviously didn't remember everything that went down between us. Had it really been that long? Had he really forgot that he out grew me and threw me away? He was obviously high, I could tell from the smell of herb coming from his clothes. He obviously had been smoking all day, long before the party even started.
"I been around G. I been around." I said trying to sound cool.
"Man move down, move down." Giovanni ordered to the other guys on the couch. "Let my lil nigga Mike sit right here next to me." He wrapped his arm around my neck and pressed his forehead against mine. "I really did miss you man. "
For the next few hours I partied with G, and the other high school kids, for the first time. It was wild. It was exciting. I didn't want it to end. But eventually it did. It was 1, maybe 2am and the party started dying down. Eventually all that were left were me, G and a few hanger ons. Soon they left too. I got up, barely, following not far behind them. I was super high. It was my first time ever smoking weed and I had never felt that great before. I tried to make my way to the door, stumbling with every step; but G stopped me. "Man where you going."
"I'm... gowin home. Party's over.", I said slurring my words.
"Man you aint got to go. Won't you crash here. We don't want lil baby to get in trouble, coming home high do we." G said, as he wrapped his arm around me and lead me back to the couch. "Boy you really have grown up", he said as he laid me on the couch pulled off my jersey and started pulling off my boots. I was passed out before he finished.
Giovanni was right though, I had grown up,and a lot. It had only been two or three years, but it was those puberty years. At 5'9 I was at least 4 or 5 inches taller than I was when we had last hung out. I was only 14 so as far as weight and muscle, I hadn't changed that much; but I definitely wasn't that scrawny little kid that always ran after G. . I was growing up, into a man. But Giovanni was already there. Although only 17 G was all man, or at least he was built like one now. He was 6' 180 190lbs give or take. Real buff. I knew he played football, and I could see he had a weight set right there in the basement. His arms were really big. And he had really grown into a really good looking guy too. He was brown skinned, with real close cut hair, almost shaved bald, deep brown eyes, and dimples on both sides of his face. I remember when we were little he used to always play with his dimples forcing himself to smile and frown, making all kinds of silly faces. I used to get a kick out of that, but that was when we were really young. Now his dimples were framed by a faint little scruffy beard that was barely there; but visible enough to give him a striking more manlier look.
Seconds later I woke from my haze to the strangest feeling of someone on top of me. They were kissing me all over my face, on my lips, then down my neck. I thought I was dreaming. The kisses felt so good, I didn't want them to stop. Then I forced my eyes open. And there was Giovanni, on top of me, kissing my neck. "Man what the fuck are you doing?" I said as I squirmed under the much bigger body of my former bestfriend. Who was now lying atop of me completely naked. My shorts off, and our hard teenaged dicks pressed against one another. I continued to squirm, but it seemed to only make both his and my dick harder. "Get the fuck off of me. What you doing G." I cried out in protest. G was way bigger and stronger, and way more persistant in his pursuit than I was. I continue to squirm under his hard manly body.
He licked my neck, " You know you like it. Stop fighting what you want. You know you want this" He said in my ear in this strangely seductive, yet asured way. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't coming around to the idea of it. I never thought of doing anything gay, but I couldn't deny the fact that I'd always had more than just friendly feelings towards G. For some reason he always meant more to me than just a friend could. But I wasn't ready for this. I was a virgin. I had never did anything with anybody, yet alone another boy.
"No man stop. This aint cool." I pleaded. Part of me scared that he wouldn't stop, part of me hoping that he'd go just a little bit futher. I was confused at what was going on, of how I was feeling. I was starting to want it, but like this? Was this really how I wanted to lose my virginity? My mind whirling with confusion. One thing I knew for sure, was that I was scared. I started crying very real tears.
He was so much bigger and stronger than me. But something in me told me to keep fighting. As much as I was actually starting to want this to happen, I just didn't want to give in that easily. He moved from my neck to my mouth. Kissing me hard. I almost for a second kissed back. He started lifting my legs, finding himself a cozzy spot between my thighs. I could feel his hard dick throbbing between my ass cheeks. "Please G, don't", I begged, as I felt the head of his dick pressed against my hole. Then with a quickness he forced himself inside me. I tried to say something, but the pain took my breathe away. Tears just rolled down my face as my best friend buried his dick deep inside me. I went limp, I went weak. I completely gave in. He still kissed my lips and face, only now I kissed back.
"I knew you wanted it." He said as he started to fuck me hard, and I started letting him, as if I had a choice "I knew you wanted this dick. Ever since you was a lil kid following me around. I knew you wanted me."
He was right. I did. I wanted everything that was happening right now. I wanted to feel the heaviness of Giovanni's manly body on top of me. I wanted to feel his lips kissing all over my neck and face. I wanted to feel his dick deep inside me. And I always wanted it. "Yeah G I always wanted you." I whipsered out as the tears ran down my face.
At that very moment Giovanni stopped. As if my words struck him harder than his dick was fucking me. He looked me in the eyes. Damn near crying himself. Then he wiped my tears away and gave my lips another kiss. "I wanted you too." He whispered as he slowly started fucking me again. Softly, passionately, but still forceful enough that I knew that I was his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, forced our lips together. And we fucked there on the couch till we both came together.
After we were done, we just laid there. G lit up another joint. And we shared it. Finishing the whole thing as I laid on his strong naked chest and listened to him breathe the cronic in and out. The basement parties that G threw after that were the best. But the after parties were so much more...