Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 01:59:18 -0400 (EDT)
From: iku_iku227@aol.com
Subject: Basement Party

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...