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Dwayne. Dwayne Hoover. The most smug apathetic asshole to exist, at least to your knowledge. He'd always been a asshole and your biggest enemy you've had.

Since you were a kid he'd throw rocks at you and as he got older he just got worse, he stopped talking so he had to rely on his actions to taunt you. One of the most memorable acts was putting a paper bag of dog poop and setting it on fire on your porch. But since he started talking again he used his words and slurs to taunt you or ignored you, thank god.

You would occasionally also taunt him too until you broke a window and his mom called the cops. You had thrown eggs with your friends at his window but you didn't realize it was a batch your friends mom hard boiled. It crashed through the window and when you went to run, your friends weren't even in sight and his mom caught a glimpse of you. Before that, she had always been nice to you before she saw you and clicked that you were the one pranking her son. Luckily the cops just gave you a warning.

One of your mutual neighborhood friends was throwing a 4th of July party this weekend. You decided to go since this was your last summer home before moving for college. Of course, Dwayne didn't go to the party because he's a lazy anti social bitch but he "surprisingly" came for the fireworks. Most of the other people at the party had left so only the kids and teens in the neighborhood stayed for the fireworks.

You sat on the porch as they started with sparklers, kids chasing eachother holding them. Dwayne strolled up the sidewalk as if he was there the whole time with Olive following him before splitting off to the other neighbor kids with sparklers. You had always liked Olive she was very odd but very confident. Often, you'd wish you were her older brother not Dwayne so you could treat her right and protect her.

You watch Dwayne as he goes to a cooler against the garage, it was also where people kept their bags during the party, well the dumb people who had too much faith in humanity. He opens the cooler and grabs a Mountain Dew Zero, opening it. He stares at the wall zoned out until he notices the few bags next to it. He checks around, not noticing you supervising his actions.

He squats down to a purse and starts rummaging through it. Usually you'd ignore it and pretend like you hadn't seen what happened. Usually you'd turn the other cheek and wouldn't care because it's the owners fault for leaving it there. But this was Dwayne doing it, if you had a reason to kick his ass one last time before college you were taking it.

"Hey Dwayne what're you doing over there?" You shout and he looks up like a guilty raccoon digging through trash. Kids turned their heads to the noise. You hop off the porch and strut over there, way too confident.

"None of your fucking business" he mumbles standing up and dusting off his pants. Olive stares at him with worried eyes almost like a doe watching their mother being hunted. She knows he's in deep shit.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch that?" you shout again, way too cocky. Dwayne had height on you but he had no muscle.

"Can't you leaving me alone? I'm leaving for the army in like 2 weeks can't you give me some fucking peace until then?" He snarks. He takes another sip of his Mountain Dew can.

"You're a fucking asshole, you know that right?" You say behind gritted teeth. He's such a dick and he's not going to get away with stealing shit, not this time.

You step forward almost toe to toe with him. You two make eye contact for a good 15 seconds before you step back, his posture relaxes but before he's back at ease you throw a hard punch against his under developed chin. The punch makes his stumble back and he tosses his can to the side, ontop of the bags spilling everywhere. The sticky green liquid pours into purses and streams down the driveway.

He pushes your shoulders mumbling something you can't quite understand. "What little bitch? You saying something?" you taunt pushing his chest.

He swings hard at your nose, you couldn't feel it the adrenaline already pumping through you hard. You wouldn't have known if he had hit you if it didn't make you stumble back. Warm liquid drips down your mouth and chin.

You kick him in the knee and he falls to the ground and you immediately hop onto him, straddling him punching his ugly short weird hot when blood face. He pushes you off and he crawls ontop punching you back his weight on your rips making it hard to breathe along with the blood in your nose making it unusable. You push him off after only a few hits and quickly get back up.

He hunches over and holds his hands up bounce, you follow. The two of you bouncing in a circle waiting for the first to move. Who will break this circling, who will be braver and who was ready to be defeated. Almost in sync you grab eachothers shoulders and bump foreheads pressing hard against eachother.

You look down at his legs, looking for where is best to kick to break him and notice something. Was he seriously turned on from fighting you? You look down at your own pants, realizing you had a tent as well. Well, it wasn't because you liked him, it solely because the adrenaline, which was probably why he was the same.

He finally lets go and removes his head from yours and punches your gut as hard as he could, vomit filling your mouth immediately. You spit what came out to the side panting before punching him full force on the side of the head, before you could even take a breath he was on the ground.

Oh shit he's OUT. You stare at his unconscious body on the cement and finally, to the crowed. Everyone was shocked and silent. You make eye contact with Olive she was already crying.

"Please don't tell your parent I promise he's ok" you beg to her before crawling beside Dwayne holding his head inspecting it for injury. Luckily there didn't seem to be any open wounds from him hitting his head on the pavement. His chest is still slowly rising and falling.

"Hey can someone help me? Someone strong?" You call out sliding your arms under his armpits starting to lift. Quickly someone comes and holds his legs. You carry him into a guest house in the person's backyard, it was just a shed with insulation and a few pieces of furniture. As you carry him through the door his eyes flutter open.

The other person leaves once Dwayne's laid on the bed. He's finally conscious. He quickly sits up before holding his head wincing.

"Ow! What the fuck man?" He groans holding his head before looking down at his now stained 'Jesus Was Wrong' shirt. Red stained over the yellow making it dark brown nearly black.

"I'm so sorry I really didn't mean to I really am sorry I got carried away-" you rush out as fast as you can as if the more you said the better he'd feel.

"You're a ASSHOLE what is wrong with you?!" He shouts before he meets your eyes and sees how bad he messed you up aswell his expression softening from anger to shock. Your lip was split and your nose dripping blood still as well as your eye bruised.

He raises his bloody, dirt covered bruised hand up and traces his rough thumb over your split lip. He wipes away the barely dried blood, reopening the wound. He moves his hand to your upper lip and wipes away some of the blood from your nose.

"You're really hot all bloody and beaten up." He chuckles casually in his cocky, thinks he can say whatever we wants without consequences.

"Dude that's gay as fuck" You respond, almost disgusted but you can feel the weird tightening knot in your stomach and heat in your cheeks.

"Shut the fuck up. You can't be a dick to me all these years and pretend you didn't fucking like me" he rolls his eyes and raises his other hand to your face. His hands large and rough. You can feel the dirty, grime and dried blood on his finger tips and palms. He sits up more on the bed so you're closer. You were already sitting on the side of the bed.

He tightens his grip on his hands slightly and leans even closer so your faces aren't even a inch apart. He licks your wounded bottom lip before turning it into a quick passionate kiss. Before his lips part you return the action. You lips start to fight, almost as aggressive as you two did earlier.

Dwayne pushes you on your back on the bed and crawls to be hunched over you still aggressively and passionately kissing you. Your spit, his spit, your blood, his blood you two were completely mixed.

He moves his hands to your hips holding you down on the bed as he lowers his own hips. Just as hungrily his lips moved his hips grinded against yours. The friction between your clothes driving you both mad. You pull away for a breath, "I hate you so much" you pant out. He grabs your hips tighter and flips you onto your stomach.

"Fuck I can't wait" He groans unbuckling his belt and fumbling with his jeans.

"I'm ready" You said pressing your forehead against the bed as you undo your own pants. Without waiting he pulls your pants and underwear down to your knees. Your wet tip exposed to the cold air making you shiver slightly. He stands up off the low bed and grabs your hips, holding you in place.

With one hand on your hip the other he uses to pull down his own pants and boxers. He spits on his hand and pumps himself a few times before roughly forcing himself in the back.

"Oh my god!" you scream in the pillow as he forces himself in before you can adjust. Spit was NOT enough. He moves his hand back to your hips holding you tightly as he shook.

He slowly starts thrusting, each thrust hurting more and more as he went deeper and deeper. The saying about tall skinny guys was NOT a myth he was VERY large and painful. Within a few thrusts he found your perfect spot noticing how you tightened when he reached it he aimed for it.

He starts to quicken his pace one hand moving to your ass gripping it tightly. He groans deeply and unvoluntarily. He slaps your ass as hard as he can a loud clap filling the room and earning a scream from you.

He continues thrusting as hard as he can and as fast as he can no longer caring how you felt and how he felt. He was the one leaving for military, he wouldn't get a touch of another person like this in years. You were going to college you had plenty of chances. He deserved the pleasure, especially from someone he wanted to break for so long and someone who felt so good around him.

You did want it you arched into him and tightened around him moving in rhythm aswell. You wanted him as bad as he wanted you and needed him as bad as he did. He hurt so good, too dry, too fast, too rough but he felt too perfect to complain.

Gripping your hips again as hard as he can he digs his nails in your skin under his nails and all his senses filled with you. He goes as fast as possible groaning loudly. His thrusts go sloppy and his pace is mixed before you can feel liquid pumping in you, filling you. He pulls out still pumping loads on your behind and watches his own nut spill out your hole with a small mix of your blood aswell.

"Fuck. Why didn't we do that sooner?" He groans flopping down on the bed next to you as you lay down on your side panting. Both your chests rise and fall quickly.

Once you catch your breath you weakly stand up pulling your pants back up, his semen and your blood still pouring out of your hole. He stands up as well, not cleaning himself off and putting his pants back up and redoing his belt.

"Do you think anyone heard?" You ask Dwayne, opening the shed door and checking, paranoid. Luckily no one was there so you walk out.

Dwayne pushes you out of the way and walks ahead of you to find Olive. She was on the porch watching the fireworks. You must've been so consumed in him that you didn't hear the show starting. He sits next to Olive and she smiles up at him before returning her attention to the fireworks. He turns his attention to the lit sky as well.

You would've stayed to watch the show but you just got raw dogged in the ass and nutted in, you needed a shower and Vaseline.