Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2016 19:39:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: abbottjustin16@yahoo.com
Subject: Latin College Dude Mind Control Part 2

I was so fucking amazed at what he had just done- I think the word is
flabbergasted- that I just sat there in a daze.  After about fifteen
minutes I noticed the game was ending, students were streaming out and I
blindly followed.

He had picked my last money out of my wallet, drank most of "my" beer, and
basically ordered me to stand by on Sunday to do his homework.  It was
beyond ballsy.  I would not have been a good person to try and fuck with on
the way to my dorm.  I was beyond pissed.

I questioned myself as I sat around and eventually got into bed, as to why
I was letting this guy treat me this way.  Sure he was charismatic and
confident and cocky, but why should I put up with that?

Finally, I decided to jerk off to calm down, and I pictured myself with
Cassidy, but a few times my fantasy veered off into Emiliano getting a blow
job from her, which infuriated me and I had to re-focus.  Prick.

Sunday I woke up at 11:00 and went to brunch in the cafeteria.  I continued
to stew all afternoon as I did my own homework and finally showered.  At a
little after four a text came through.  I glanced at it thinking maybe it
was Cassidy, but it was him.

He didn't even start off with like a "hey dude, can you still help me out?'
It was more of a command.  It just listed his address and said 5:00.  I
decided to ignore it.  He sent it again.  I texted back "fuck off'.

Immediately the phone rang.  I should have let it go to voice mail, but I
answered, knowing it was him.  "What?" I barked.

"Dude" he said.  You could just imagine the smile and the charm oozing over
the phone.  "I thought you said that you would help me.  You seemed like
such a nice guy.  I even know a girl who thinks you're cute and wanted me
to introduce you to her."  He stopped here to let that sink in.

"What girl?' I asked.

"Ashley.  You don't know her.  She's a commuter.  Anyway, we can double
date if you want.  I met this hot bitch, named Cassidy, last night at the
game.  She gave the most amazing head last night in my car."

"Cassidy?" I asked incredulously.  "My girlfriend's name is Cassidy.
Sophomore with blond hair and a butterfly tattoo on her ankle?"

"Maybe" he said.  "I wasn't looking at her ankle if you know what I mean.
Anyway, you got the address.  Let's stop this chat chit on the cell and get
going over here.  We can trade secrets about her oral technique when you
get over here!"

I hung up.  Beyond pissed that he had now, apparently, stole my girl, I
bolted for my car and was at his address in five minutes.  He lived in a
dive-y apartment building on the second floor.  I banged hard on the
outside door.

"Little dude" he said, smiling, as he opened the door.  His big, open face
and smile were hard to hate.

I stormed in and got in his face.  "Who the fuck do you think you are?  You
steal my money, drink my beer, order me to do your homework, and then take
my girl and brag about making her blow you?"

"Dude, she didn't need me to make her suck me off.  She was like a cock
hound.  In my jeans as soon as we got in the car.  Bitch was hot for some
Delgado dick!"

"Do you even hear what you're saying?  You're bragging to my face that you
got my girlfriend to blow you!"

"Dude, I'm sorry to break this to you, but she ain't your girlfriend.  She
was talking about some dude that blew her off this weekend that she never
wanted to see again.  Guess that's you.  So let it go and let me hook you
up with this other bitch, Ashley. Anyway, let's get going on this
homework."

He put his arm around me and walked me over to a table with two chairs.  I
noticed that he was only wearing only a pair of white Calvins.  I sat down,
exasperated and shocked by his audacity.

"Now look.  This shit about Utilitarianism versus Deontology. We gotta'
write three pages on it.  You can do that for me, right?"

I just looked at him incredulously.  We were sitting at his apartment's
kitchen table, he was in his boxer briefs, and he was insisting that for
some unknown reason I would do his homework paper for him.

"Why the fuck do you think I would do that?"  I asked.

"Wait, what?"  he said.

"Why the fuck would I do your homework for you, even if you had asked
nicely?"

"Because we're buds, dude!"  He flashed his pearly whites and sat back,
spreading his legs.  "Now explain it to me.  Tell you what.  You say the
words and I'll even type it into my tablet.  Deal?"

I leaned over and put my face in my hands, massaging my forehead.  I took a
deep breath and looked back at him.  "You're really something, you know
that?  Never seen a cockier, more arrogant cocksure prick in my life."

He reached out and messed up my hair.  "Now that's the spirit dude!"



Thanks for all of the e-mail.  Welcome hearing from you good or bad.
Justin

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