Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2016 14:13:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: abbottjustin16@yahoo.com
Subject: Latin College Dude Mind Control 4

I have to say I had a good time at Red Lobster with my new friend.  He was
his sunny self, witty, charming, and funny.  He managed to get the server's
cell number and she was so taken by Emiliano that I think she would have
tipped him.

We each had three Long Island Iced teas and were pretty drunk.  We had
wraps and wings and then I splurged on a steak.  He, of course, ordered the
most expensive thing on the menu, lobster tails.  But I had fun and forgot
the indignities of the afternoon, the thankless work on his paper and the
bizarre order to kneel before him and apologize.

He was oddly sexual too.  Once he raised his arms and asked if I thought he
should shave his underarm hair.  Another time, in total disregard to my
feelings about Cassidy, he told me how she used her tongue to tease the
underside of his cock before she took him in her mouth.  He told me how she
swallowed it and cleaned him off.

When we were leaving, he said he wanted to drive and would drop me off at
my dorm.  He said he needed the car tomorrow and was taking it home.  I was
so drunk, and so stunned I didn't object.

The next day I awoke a little hung over and decided to blow off a couple of
classes.  I didn't want to see him at Philosophy and I was pissed at myself
for letting him take advantage of me and even loaning him my car.

Around two he texted me and told me I was a loser for skipping class.  At
three thirty he sent me a selfie of his shaved armpits.  Annoyed, I texted
back and asked him why he didn't just send me a photo of his fucking cock.

Damn if he didn't.  It was hard and big and tattooed.  Yikes. If it was
his.  Then another photo came through from below his junk, and you could
see him naked and with a big shit eating grin.  It was his.

Thoroughly freaked, I texted him.  "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I thought you wanted to see it.  You asked to.  I didn't think you were a
fag, but I guess I was wrong.  Did it turn you on, little dude?"

I almost threw my phone at the wall.  I'd read that it is best to ignore
madmen and I wasn't sure that escalating my outrage at being called gay was
going to stop him.  I left in a huff and went to my four o'clock.

While I was eating dinner in the cafeteria, I saw Cassidy.  I walked over
to her table and asked how she was doing.  She just blinked at me and said
"Why didn't you just tell me you were gay?"  I was too stunned to answer
and her table mates all laughed at me.

I returned to my seat, alone, and saw a text from Emiliano.  "Need to come
by and get you and the credit card.  The car needs gas.  I'll be there in
ten minutes."

I went outside to meet him.  When he pulled up I walked over to the open
driver's side window.  He was shirtless and sagging a pair of grey jogger
shorts.  "Let me have the card, I'm late."

"Please get out of my car and give me the keys" I said, keeping my calm.

"Dude, what? I got a date with that waitress from last night."

"Why did you tell Cassidy I was gay?"

"Duh, cuz you are?  I got the text right here.  "Why don't you just send me
a photo of your fucking cock? it says."

"It was sarcasm."

"Whatever.  Get in if you won't give me the credit card and we'll go fill
up together."  I obeyed, again, and he sped off for the Chevron station
just off campus.

When we got there I got out, filled the tank, and then he said "You better
clean off the window too."

I took the squeegee and threw it at him.  He jumped from the car and got me
in a head lock.  People were watching and I thought he was going to break
my arm he was so strong.

"Now stop this shit before I have to hurt you.  I'm going to let you go,
drive away, and ignore this for now.  But tomorrow morning I expect a phone
call apology by nine."  And he roughly pushed me into a gas pump, got in my
car, and tore off.



Hey guys, thanks for all the communication.  Trying to get these done and
posted as fast as I can do to your requests!

Justin