"No no, I don't drink. I shouldn't anyway, I'm the chaperone."
"Awww come on Mr. Mitorpid! Lighten up. It's just one beer. You drank with your bros back in the day right?"
"Yeah... I guess I did."
"Well you hafta with me tonight. No excuses."
Zinger turned and walked off before Mr. Mitorpid could argue anymore. He went upstairs to the attic, excusing himself from the party goers who all wanted to get his attention, to talk to him, flirt with him, or just be in his presence. Finally he got up to the attic, coughing a bit. It was musty up there. He fumbled around in the dark and found the light switch.
"Dude!" His frat bro Allen said, his words slurring. He had his shirt off showing off his pecs and he was entwined around some blonde cheerleader bimbo--Kelly. She'd slept with half the guys in the frat. Sure, she was good looking--long legs, Pam Anderson look--but she was a total slut. She'd broken more than a few hearts.
"Hey man, you know nobody's allowed up here! Go find somewhere else to fuck around. Like your bedroom," Zinger said. Allen wasn't gonna say no, so he pulled Kelly with him and stumbled past.
"Shhory," He said, and helped Kelly out of the attic. Zinger caught him and said "Hey dude, be careful with her. She's a ho."
"Yeah, I know," Allen said, elbowing Zinger and smiling. "I'm totally getting some tonight!" Laughing, he went to join Kelly. Zinger shook his head and mumbled "Straight guys."
Making sure nobody else was coming, Zinger closed the attic loft door and felt along the walls--there it was. The secret door. It was well concealed so that nobody would see it there unless they knew to look for it. He pushed it open and went inside.
There it was--the keg that held The Magic Beer.
"Well, this is it."
As if sensing his presence, the keg began to emit a faint and eerie glow. Suddenly, Zinger realized he literally had the power to magically alter someone's entire life. Heavy stuff. The idea was actually kind of turning him on. He felt himself getting stiff.
Out loud, he read the placard.
<i>
Grasp the handle & picture the change
Nothin' you can think is out of range.
Concentrate upon the dude
If he's your Little Brother through and through,
Hurry up and pump the brew~
Chugalug and he starts anew.
Friends Don't Let Friends' Lives Suck.
-purplebootsgywr
</i>
Holding the frosty tall mug he'd brought from the kitchen, he began picturing Mr. Mitorpid from the picture and pumping the keg very slowly. Young and cute, totally devoted to the frat. A leader with a fun, infectious sense of humor. Responsible and loyal. A perfect brother. Everyone called him Torpedo. Back in the day they used to call him that as a joke, because he was always running away from something--now they call him that because he's freaking smart.
But then Zinger let his imagination get away with him. There was something about the keg that was making him almost uncontrollably horny. He kept pumping but let the mug down. Then his free hand found his pants, and let out his huge monster. He started to imagine Mr. Mitorpid as a modern kid. 18. Really, really cute. Gay. A bottom. Shaggy hair, sensual face, hard body because he skated and was fucking good at it, like Ryan Sheckler. A young Tony Hawk. That's why they called him Torpedo. Zinger began pumping his mosnter cock real hard while still somehow pumping the keg, which didn't seem to end, as his imagination continued to wander. Everyone would be attracted to Torpedo because he was confident, a bit cocky, a damn good skater, and really cute and sexy. Torpedo loved sex and he and his giant cock could almost never be satisfied. As the final image of Torpedo solidified in Zinger's mind, he orgasmed harder than he ever had in his life. Plenty of it fell into the glass.
"Fuck man!" He said. "That was fucking intense. Jesus." He felt disoriented. Where was he? Why was he up here? Oh... oh yeah! To give Mr. Mitorpid the beer and make him the perfect brother. He couldn't remember what kind of brother he'd turned him into but it must've been a good one.
"I don't know why I suddenly felt like I had to rub one out though..." he said, not realizing he had come into the glass, completing the magic.
He grabbed the beer, exited the attic, and went to find Mr. Mitorpid.